little game ; lashton, malum

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[i've never been on parole (arrested and instead of going to jail you're just watched by an officer) before so if you for some reason have, don't get pissy this is all made up? i took band instead of criminal justice okay

also + means smut (it'll be in the chapter names)]

"i've got one thing on my mind; it's you. it's like the devil's got my soul." devil's got my soul : margarita

c. hood/ december 12th, 2016/ 10:34 pm/ philadelphia, pennsylvania

white noise. that's all that calum could hear whenever he was sober. his body buzzed with a fire like energy and his his head spun like carnival ride. that's why he was always high, to sooth these feelings, or at least that's what he told himself. you see, calum was an addict.  he couldn't go a few hours without something influencing his system. luckily for him his dealer, michael, was extremely reliable and calum never had to worry about not affording his cut. you see, he and michael had a great payment deal. sex for drugs, it was simple.

the maori boy walked up into the rundown apartment complex, and took the elevator to floor four, room three. he had messaged michael earlier warning him he was coming over, so calum just opened the entry door and walked in. to his surprise however, he was greeted with the sight of michael and a cop sitting on the couch.

"mr. clifford, who's this?" the officer questioned, looking over to the newest addition. michael stuttered, he had already been caught for this drug operation and was lucky enough to be let off with parole. if this officer found out calum was over for a deal, michael would get locked up and calum could too.

he spluttered out an excuse, "calum's my- my, boyfriend officer. calum's my boyfriend." he lied, looking into calum's eyes with a 'please just go along with it' look. the tan boy bit his lip, nodding along to what michael said. he was terrified.

the officer didn't seem convinced, "why haven't we been informed about you being two together?" he questioned further.

calum cut into the conversation. "we just got together, officer. we uh, prefer to be private." he said, forcing an innocent smile. the officer nodded, convinced by calum's words.

"well i expect to see you two together more often. mr. clifford, you're not off the hook but - i'll loosen up on you. i hope to be seeing more of you, caylum." he smiled stiffly at the tan boy, mispronouncing his name before leaving. when the door shut and the officer was out of sight both boys let out a breath that they weren't aware they were holding.

calum rushed to lock the door before he spun around glaring at the paler man, "what the fuck was that? why didn't you tell me there was a fucking cop in your house?" he whispered angrily.

michael leaned back into the worn leather couch, in attempt to distance himself from the angry maori. "i didn't know he'd come over! he just showed up out of nowhere!"

the tanner of the two closed his eyes, sighing, the sitting beside the other. "just - give me the drugs michael." he whispered, his hands shaking with a mixture of nerves, anger and withdrawals. the pale boy nodded, getting up from where he was sat and walking away. he came back a few minutes later, handing calum an orange pill bottle, a small bag of cocaine, and another larger bag of marijuana.

"you can just take them, asking you to lie to the cops is enough payment." michael said, watching the other boy snatch the bags from him and measuring out a line onto the coffee table. the tan boy filled his system with the narcotic, taking a moment to let the cocaine drip down from his nose into his throat, before getting up and struding over to michael.

"no, i came over here expecting to get fucked. and you know how much i hate when my expectations aren't met." he responded, pupils blown wild and nose red.

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calum let out a strangled moan as michael pressed down on his throat, dragging his lips up to his ear and whispering filthy sentences. "you're always such a needy slut aren't you? always coming here begging for a good fuck while you're stoned out of your mind? you probably don't even remember this when you sober up." he sucked a hickey below the tan boy's ear lobe, loving the shade of red he left on the younger's dark skin. "maybe i should fuck you so well you don't forget, want that baby?" he whispered, moving his hands to the boy's hips.

calum nodded, latching his arms around michael's back, whimpering out a, "yes mikey, please."

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[so yeah first chapter i guess. so basically i'm going to do chapters in a patterned on MALUM/LASHTON/MALUM/LASHTON ect.

that okay?

hope you guys are all doing fine !!

see ya]