Love, Are You Real?

Michael hums happily, rubbing one eye with a closed fist as he lets go of Calum’s hand in favor of speed walking toward Ashton and thumping against his chest in a tight hug. Ashton buries his face in Michael’s sleep mussed hair, holding him just as firmly and listening to Calum’s feet slap quickly along the floor until the youngest boy wiggles under Ashton’s arms and holds him right over where Michael’s arms are.

Ashton adjusts his arms so they fit snugly, one around Michael’s right side and the other around Calum’s left, leaning his face down to kiss the tops of their heads. “Morning.”

Or: Some domestic Mashlum for your reading pleasure.