Scream Praises [Cashton mpreg]

Weeks 1-4

"Ow, Calum!"

Calum jerks up, looking across Ashton's face in confusion. "I thought you liked it when I touched your nipples?"

"Well, don't bite them!" Ashton huffs, because he's complicated and doesn't like to give Calum the satisfaction of being right. Calum glances back down to Ashton's bare chest and thumbs over his nipple experimentally. Ashton yelps again and squirms underneath him. "I just said don't!"

"I barely even touched you!" Calum defends himself. He ghosts his fingers over the top of Ashton's nipple again ad glances up in time to see his glare replaced by a reprimanding look. "Why are you so sensitive today?"

"I don't know, leave me alone," Ashton scowls. He squirms until Calum crawls off of him, then burrows under the blanket with a frustrated sigh. Calum reaches over and tangles his fingers through Ashton's stringy black hair, rubbing his scalp softly until his shoulders untense.

"Come on, love, I thought you wanted me to finger you?" He asks.

"I feel like shit, Cal, just go jerk off or something,"

Calum frowns and crawls closer so he can slot his body directly behind Ashton's. He wraps one arm around Ashton's neck and the other around his stomach, splaying his fingers across the soft skin. "What's wrong?" He presses the back of his other hand across Ashton's forehead and frowns when it doesn't eve feel warm.

"I dunno," Ashton mumbles, shoving his face in the pillow under his head in an attempt to get away from Calum's fever testing. "I just feel bloated and nauseas. And I've peed like, twenty times today."

"Sounds like you're on your period,"

Ashton flips over and smacks Calum in the chest forcefully, then shoves him away by hitting him with various limbs. "Fuck off, Cal, I'll make you sleep on the couch!" He threatens.

"Oh come on, it was a joke!" Calum groans. Ashton's on the complete opposite side of the bed and Calum's starting to get cold again.

"It wasn't fucking funny!" Ashton scolds, which, like, they've been dating for two years. Calum's used to it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Calum says softly, mainly to get back into Ashton's good graces. Ashton glances over at him, just two bright eyes peering out of a mound of blankets, and sighs heavily.

"I know," he whispers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad at you. It's just- I've been really feeling shitty and I don't know why. It fucking sucks."

"Cuddles fix everything,"

"Calum-"

"Cuddles fix the sick mentality," Calum rephrases. Ashton glares at him over the pile of blankets. It take two seconds of Calum widening his eyes and sticking out his bottom lip in a pout before Ashton rolls over and allows him under the stack of blankets.

((A/N:

So, a couple of things! First of all, Ashton has black hair, and Calum has a million and ten tattoos and a lip piercing. Because #CalumBringBackThePiercing2k15. Also, Ashton is a whopping 5' 7" and 110 pounds in this fic. He is v v tiny and cute and he's basically this fluffy little asshole that smokes and drinks coffee and glares at Calum when hes not acting like a ray of sunshine.

Also, THIS IS MPREG. SO, THERE IS A MALE PREGNANCY. No, he doesn't have a vagina. I'm reading all the symptoms of pregnancy on the planned pregnancy website, and I literally know nothing about male pregnancy. Roll with it.

Anyway, my name is Mel and I'll be your friendly neighborhood author! :)

-Mel))