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Calum can’t quite believe his eyes.
It’s a Saturday morning and he’s just had an unexpected delivery of what he’s sure is a cookie cake to his front door. A delivery in general isn’t that unexpected, Calum was no stranger to a DoorDash pre-pandemic, and he’s been ordering everything since he’s been quarantining. But they aren’t usually cookies of this size. And they aren’t usually cookies with this kind of message written on them.
Missed you and your big penis
There it is, clear as day in a delicious-looking chocolate frosting and very smoothly piped. There’s no mistaking it because the penmanship (pipingship?) is just too good. It’s a cookie lamenting the lack of Calum’s large penis in its life.
Calum’s first reaction is to laugh, and he does, for a good two minutes alone in his kitchen. Duke watches him in alarm as he wheezes and coughs, not over the bout of covid he picked up from a party the other week with another five days inside to go.
The second thing he does is check that the cookie is actually meant for him. He’s not saying it's likely that Roy would have received a cookie about his dick, but it does seem more likely it's intended for Calum. For a second, he’s worried a fan has somehow found his exact address and managed to get something ordered to him, but he doubts that’s the case here.
He sees that there’s a sender note tucked into the front of the box and he tugs it out. With a double take, he sees the name “Luke Hemmings” written on the purchasing line, and for a second he turns the note around in his hand in confusion, before pulling out his phone and snapping a photo of the cookie in all its glory.
He then opens his text thread with Luke.
Calum:
Did you send me this cookie
Luke:
I did send you a cookie
Calum:
It’s funny
Luke:
What?
Calum:
The cookie, its fucking funny
Luke:
Why is the cookie funny?
Calum:
Oh I see
Luke:
??
Cal what are you talking about
Calum:
Are we doing a bit
Are we pretending you didn't send me this cookie
Luke:
I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about
Calum:
What you got piped on this fucking cookie
Luke:
Get well soon is funny?
Calum’s fingers pause over the screen for a second, shaking his head.
Calum:
Luke
That’s not what is on this cookie
Luke:
What do you mean
Calum:
What do you mean what do I mean
Luke:
What’s on the cookie Cal
Calum:
Don’t act fucking dumb
Luke:
I’m NOT, what is on the cookie
Calum:
I mean it's super flattering
Incoming FaceTime: Lukey
“That is not what I asked for on that cookie,” Luke says as soon as Calum answers. He’s trying to be serious but he laughs around his words.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Calum says with a snort, watching Luke’s wet curls fall into his face. Calum can tell from the top of his shoulders that he’s shirtless and in his kitchen.
“I promise that’s not what I asked for,” Luke says, shaking his hair out of his eyes like a slightly damp puppy. “It was meant to be a cute thing I promise.”
“Are you telling me you don’t miss me and my big penis?” Calum asks with a pout.
“Maybe the first part,” Luke says, his lips spreading into his little lopsided closed-lip smile. It makes Calum smile on instinct.
“What’s wrong with my big penis?” Calum asks.
“I don’t know if it's that big,” Luke says, trying to keep a straight face.
“Yes you do, you’ve fucking seen it,” Calum protests.
“Well I might have forgotten, it's been a while since we’ve had a shower together,” Luke responds.
It’s probably telling that this isn’t even a particularly wild conversation that they’re having, just a standard Saturday morning one. And Luke isn’t even exaggerating, there was a time when they all saw each other naked incredibly, probably concerningly, often. A combination of growing up a bit and having more space when touring means it has been a while.
“So you are saying you miss my big penis,” Calum says with a smug grin.
“Can you stop calling it that?” Luke asks, covering his face with his hand. “What’s wrong with dick?”
“You tell me, you’re the one that got it piped onto a cookie,” Calum says.
“It wasn’t me!” Luke cries petulantly. “The cookie place fucked up!”
Calum laughs, winding Luke up is still incredibly satisfying all these years later.
“I wonder who did want that on a cookie?” Calum muses as he grabs his coffee and heads outside into the mid-morning sun. He watches Luke do the same on his terrace, and Calum smiles, it’s reminiscent of those early quarantine months when they caught up most days in this way, outside in the morning with their dogs, just a few miles apart.
Calum’s grateful he’s not living that life anymore, grateful that he can see the guys and his other friends when he wants, but also grateful he can still have these moments with Luke on a random day off. They’re off mainly because Calum has covid, but he’s definitely over the worst of it by now and they’re not touring for another few months yet.
“I hope it was meant to be a surprise either way,” Luke says, and Calum sees Petunia jump up onto the seat next to him. “I bet your face was so fucking funny when you saw it.”
“I had a coughing fit, dude,” Calum says, collecting Duke off the patio by his pool and plonking him in his lap. “Your get well soon cookie nearly killed me.”
“Fuck sake,” Luke says, tipping his head back into the sun. Calum watches the way his bristly neck stretches and sees a peek of his hairy chest move into the frame. “I was being so nice.”
“It was very nice,” Calum says with a grin, taking a sip of coffee.
“Shut the fuck up,” Luke says with another laugh. “How are you anyway?”
“Pretty good,” Calum says, rolling his head from side to side as Duke shuffles around and settles. “Definitely over the worst of it.”
“Good,” Luke says, genuine for a second. “I wasn’t lying when I said the first part was true, I do miss you.”
“It’s only been a week,” Calum says with a smile to cover the fact he misses Luke too, a lot.
“I got used to seeing you all the time Cal,” Luke says, stretching his arms into the air, Calum getting a flash of his hummingbird. “I’m not ready to go back to seeing you just through a screen.”
“I’ll be released in a few days, clingy fucker,” Calum says, teasing Luke about his cuddly nature when actually he thinks he probably likes it as much as Luke does.
“Not soon enough!” Luke says. “I need your dick back in my life Calum Hood!”
***
And that should be the end of it, except it’s not.
Luke carries on texting him throughout the day, little jokes about missing his dick with an assortment of pleading face and heart emojis in typical Luke fashion, and it makes Calum laugh, but also more concerningly, it makes him sort of horny.
He tries not to think too hard about why the cookie from Luke and his words about it has got him feeling slightly riled up, but he’s unsuccessful.
Sex jokes and non-stop innuendos are pretty standard within the band, probably to a level that’s not considered normal, but there’s an energy between Calum and Luke that always tilts just on the edge of something else. They both push further than they do with the others; like they’re seeing just how far they can go before one of them taps out or something else happens. It’s one of their bits that no one else gets and for good reason.
It’s resulted in hard dicks and almost kisses and maybe some other stuff they can’t really remember because they were too drunk, that they’ve laughed off when they’ve been sober or the day after, but it hasn’t stopped Calum occasionally considering exactly what it might be like if they didn’t laugh it off. Especially when Luke says words like “I need your dick in my life” while looking unfairly beautiful on a sunny terrace.
Basically, it's not the first time he’s considered Luke Hemmings in a different context than “friend”, but he is finding it particularly bothersome today.
Calum paces around his house after he’s eaten some pizza that night. He’s been pretty good at amusing himself most of the time he’s been confined to his house, but god he’s so fucking bored. He thinks about jerking off, and he desperately wants to, but something about it not being the right sort of approach here and also the idea it would be deeply unsatisfying when the back of his brain knows what he really wants, stops him from trying.
Calum sighs deeply and sits on his sofa, he knows when he’s bored who his best bet is to bother with the least amount of protest. It's probably a bad idea with his head where it is right now but he opens his phone anyway. He navigates to Luke’s text thread again.
Calum:
I’m fucking bored
can we drink white claws and watch a movie
Luke:
I would love to but I’m just about to go jerk off for a bit
So gimme like twenty
Calum snorts. Again, not really an unusual text to receive, it’s also characteristically Luke to not blow him off completely but give him a timeframe on the masturbation session.
Calum:
Twenty minutes????
Luke:
I want to have a nice shower session cal leave me alone
Calum:
What's wrong with a regular one
Luke:
I want to take my time over it
Calum:
Why
Luke:
Maybe I’m thinking about you and your big penis
Calum:
Luke
Luke:
Would it make u feel better if I was jerking off to you and your big penis
Calum takes a deep breath through his nose. Luke’s pushing with him again like he knows what’s been running through Calum’s head all day. He probably does.
It has been a while since he’s been in this spot with Luke, but it's not new and he should have fucking known they would end up here again after that ridiculous cookie. It’s such a bad idea to entertain this, and yet it's kind of all he wants to do.
Calum:
What do you even know about me and my big penis
Luke:
Enough
I’ve seen it in the shower
I’ve felt it against my thigh
I pay attention
Calum:
Jesus
Go and get off then
Luke:
I amn
Rightr now
Calum flexes his fingers on his thigh, his hand sweaty. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, just that his dick seems to be extremely interested in the concept of Luke touching himself in his own house. He can maybe blame it on the lack of action he’s had in the last few weeks, or maybe blame it on the penis cookie along with how Luke looked hotter than ever that morning. Either way. He quickly texts back.
Calum:
I don’t believe you
Incoming call: Lukey
“Luke?” Calum answers.
“Hey.”
His voice is slightly breathless in a way that reminds him of when they’ve just come off stage, when Luke’s drenched in sweat and exhilarated as he strips his clothes off. It’s not a stretch to imagine that this is what he sounds like when he’s jerking off too.
“What—” Calum clears his throat. “What are you doing?”
“We’ve been through this haven’t we?” Luke says, a little grunt slipping out at the end which makes Calum’s hand fly to his own dick to press down against his shorts.
“Fuck,” Calum says.
“Is this crossing a line?” Luke asks, and Calum realizes he can hear the sound of his arm moving up and down, and that makes him push on his dick harder to try to relieve some of the pressure. “Should I hang up?”
“No,” Calum says quickly, too quickly. “I mean, probably, but don’t hang up.”
“You sure?” Luke asks. It’s sweet of him to ask, but it was over as soon as Calum answered the phone and Luke sounded like that.
“You sound really hot right now,” is what Calum says instead.
Luke laughs and it's gravelly and breathless and Calum can’t resist any longer, getting a hand inside his shorts and wrapping his fingers around his dick.
“Are you touching yourself, Cal?” Luke asks, so very quietly, and Calum lets a gust of air pass his dry lips as he grips himself tighter at Luke’s words.
He’s barely got his head around what’s actually happening and he’s already a little afraid that he could come in about one minute with Luke down the other end of the line, so he jerks himself carefully, not giving himself enough friction to get anywhere really.
“Yeah, yes,” Calum murmurs, licking his lips and looking up at the crack that runs down his living room ceiling.
He hears Luke moan a little when he says that, and Calum squeezes his eyes closed. This is a thing that’s happening to him right now. His best friend is on the other end of the phone and he’s getting off to the sound of him getting off. Right.
“So you do miss me and my big penis huh?” Calum asks, his own voice coming out a little unevenly.
Luke laughs down the phone but Calum can hear his hand speed up. “Maybe more than I thought,” he says, still with that growl in his voice. “Fuck, Cal, what are we doing?”
“I don’t fucking know,” Calum grunts as his hand speeds up on his own dick. “Wish you were here.”
That’s definitely not something he should say when this is just a friendly phone sex session between besties, but it’s all he can think of hearing Luke’s sweet groans and heavy breaths. What he would look like if he were next to Calum right now getting himself off in front of him, what he would feel like if Calum got his own hands on him instead.
Luke moans again, but it's bitten down like he’s pulled his lip between his teeth.
“What would you do if I was?” Luke asks quietly.
“I’d touch you,” Calum says, his eyes closed and hand moving in earnest on his cock. “I’d have you in my lap so I could get my hand on you properly, and then I’d want to taste you.”
He’s not sure where the words are coming from, just that they spill out as he hears Luke’s breaths hitch on the other end of the line.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Luke grunts. “Should have known you‘d be good at phone sex, Cal.”
Calum laughs despite himself, tipping his head back onto his couch as he keeps jerking himself. Phone sex with his best friend. “Why’s that?”
“Quiet but knows what to say when you need to,” Luke says. “You’ve always been like that. It’s hot.”
“Am I getting a fuckin’ character review right now?” Calum says, slowing his hand slightly. “I’m gonna go soft.”
Luke snorts. “Sorry, let me try something different,” he says. “The sound of you getting yourself off makes me so fucking hard. I wish I were there watching you. Wanna see what you look like.”
Calum groans at Luke’s words, speeding his hand up again, twisting and squeezing around the head.
“I was so fucking horny and I couldn’t stop thinking about your dick after that fucking cookie,” Luke continues, his voice dropping down lower than Calum’s ever heard it.
“Jesus,” Calum groans, hearing his own voice, incredibly breathless.
“I’m close, Cal,” Luke moans. Calum feels his cock twitch in his hand, blood roaring in his ears at Luke’s voice whimpering down the phone at him.
“I bet you’re gorgeous when you come,” Calum grunts as his hand starts working himself faster and faster, pulling himself to the edge. “I want to see you, want to see you throw your head back and moan for me.”
“Calum, Calum,” Luke groans. Calum realizes with a jolt that Luke just came, down the phone with Calum on the other end of the line. Before he knows it his orgasm hits him, and he moans quietly as he works himself through it, cum all over his shorts.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he says quietly.
Luke laughs, soft and relaxed. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“I wasn’t expecting my evening to take this turn,” Calum says, his breath short.
“Me neither, man,” Luke says with another little laugh that shivers down the back of Calum’s neck.
“You’re telling me this wasn’t part of the plan of winding me up all day?” Calum says accusingly, but he knows the lazy smile in his voice is audible.
“Not in my wildest dreams,” Luke says. “I thought I’d get a movie watch request at most.”
“Well… you good to watch a movie now?” Calum asks. He doesn’t really want to end the call here and then go to bed, it feels too sudden and strange after whatever happened just happened
“Let me shower, I never got around to that part,” Luke says. “But yeah I’d love to.”
***
Just as Calum’s going to sleep that night, his phone lights up again with a couple more messages from Luke that make him laugh and shake his head in almost disbelief.
Luke:
I still miss u and your big penis
We should facetime next time
***
Nothing changes between him and Luke really. They still text all the time, but the flirting and fake sexual tension doesn’t feel so fake anymore. Calum is still supposedly sick, but he finds himself jerking off at least three times the day after the movie and cum night as he’s calling it in his head, thinking about how Luke’s voice sounded down the phone. He feels like he should probably have some kind of crisis about it, but really it makes a lot of sense; he’s always thought Luke was fucking attractive as hell, and they’ve come so close to this so many times.
What is unexpected is the way it’s all come about. A cookie mistake.
Calum makes a bit of a wild decision the night after the mutual jerk-off session and sends Luke a cookie himself, paying a small fortune for next-day delivery. What else are his royalties for if not to send inappropriate cookies to his best friend and bandmate?
The next morning he feels significantly better than he has done for the past week, and there’s a spring in his step as he makes his coffee.
Incoming FaceTime: Lukey
Calum smirks and swipes to answer
“Did you send me a nice ass cookie?”
Luke’s hair is sticking up everywhere, damp again like he’s just come out of the shower, his chest is slightly pink and his eyes glittering.
“Who else would have sent you a nice ass cookie?” Calum responds, bringing his coffee mug to his lips.
“I don’t know, an over-familiar fan?” Luke says, and he’s laughing, his pink lips turning upwards. “I can’t believe you sent me a nice ass cookie.”
“Well you have a nice ass, bro,” Calum says, opening the door to his backyard. “I thought it should be commemorated on a cookie.”
Luke sits back on his chair outside and laughs, before bringing something to his mouth and starting to eat.
“Are you eating it already?” Calum asks, amused.
“Dude, yes,” Luke says, mouth full of cookie. “Pre-made breakfast. Plus this shit is delicious, I knew it was before I ordered yours.”
“Compliments are best delivered in an edible way, huh?” Calum asks as he scratches Duke between the ears.
“Yes,” Luke says, nodding rapidly as his curls start to form in the sunshine. Calum is momentarily blinded as he’s reminded quite how gorgeous Luke is when he’s like this, unguarded and content. And stuffing cookie into his mouth. “But I’ll take compliments in other ways too.”
“You look gorgeous this morning,” Calum says promptly, taking a sip of his coffee. He watches Luke’s eyes flicker shocked, then pleased, then slightly bashful as his lips quirk.
“I meant about my body, Cal,” Luke says with a smirk. “Where’s my real life nice ass compliments? Is it on cookies only?”
“Do you actually want me to compliment your body?” Calum asks, setting his coffee mug down and brushing a hand down his thigh.
“No,” Luke says, shaking his head. “I’m fucking with you.”
“Too late,” Calum says, leaning back and kicking his feet up. “I fucking love your ass, it's so perfect and round and defies all laws of physics. Every time you wear tight pants it's like your cheeks are inviting me to squeeze. They’re calling out to me.”
Luke laughs loudly, hitching and squeaky, his mouth opening wide and his eyes creasing closed. “What stops you squeezing, Cal?” he says around his laughs.
“I do sometimes,” Calum says. And it's true, he does sometimes take the opportunity to grab on when the opportunity presents itself, mainly when Luke is buzzing about before a show, adrenaline high and just on this side of tipsy. “But also I want to avoid, you know, assault adjacent behavior.”
“But I promise it's consensual grabbing,” Luke says with a smirk. “You can grab my ass whenever you like.”
“That’s sweet,” Calum says teasingly, but multiple opportunities of when he could be sinking his fingers into Luke’s ass flick through his head. Including those in front of an audience, Calum’s hand possessively gripping Luke’s ass in front of people is not something that Calum thought would make his stomach tighten and his eye twitch but apparently, it is. “What about other parts of you?”
“What do you mean other parts of me?” Luke asks, leaning down to pick up more cookie, the necklace he’s wearing even though he’s shirtless bobbing against his neck before he leans back and shoves another chunk of cookie in his mouth. “You can grab any of me whenever you want.”
Calum chokes on nothing and dissolves into a coughing fit. Luke is probably referring to how the two of them always reach out to each other when they’re near each other, in laughter or uncertainty or just reminding each other that they’re there. However, since Calum’s been so fixated on Luke’s appendages that are not his arm or shoulder or hand recently, his brain immediately takes him elsewhere.
Luke starts laughing loudly at Calum trying to regain his composure. “You’re thinking about grabbing my dick, aren’t you?” he says, in fake surprise. “Calum Hood!”
“Fuck off, as if you weren’t suggesting your dick when you said that!” Calum protests, finally managing to clear his throat.
“I wasn’t at all!” Luke exclaims back, around his own hysterical laughs. “Maybe you’ve just got my dick on the brain, Cal.”
“Of course I do,” Calum replies easily. “All I’ve thought about the last twenty-four hours.”
Luke’s eyes drop down and back up to meet his again through the screen, long lashes fanning down and flicking back up. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and released, then his pink tongue comes out to swipe along his lower lip, leaving it shiny and oh-so-tempting. Calum fights the urge to reach out to try to touch it through his screen.
“What about it?” Luke asks, challenging. It’s a million times better talking about this with Luke actually visible on his screen, the way he’s almost embarrassed but also demanding, the way something something flashes through his eyes and he nibbles on his lip.
“I think I made that clear the other night,” Calum says, stretching an arm behind his head. He sees the way Luke’s eyes track the movement, jumping to his bicep moving, and he smiles to himself.
“Hmmm,” Luke says, his lips hiking up at the corner. “I’m not sure you made it clear enough.”
Calum shakes his head and smirks. Luke is pushing them back into the space, tugging at the uncertainty that they always fall into, except this time there’s an added layer that they’ve done this already. Calum knows what Luke sounds like when he comes. He didn’t know that before. And god Calum also wants to know what he looks like when he comes.
“Are you asking me to tell you I want to see your dick?” Calum asks casually. “Because I will.”
“What’s come over you, Cal?” Luke asks, and he leans back on his seat, reclining without his shirt, lengthening his arm so Calum can see more of his body.
“Well you see I got a cookie a couple of days ago about my big penis,” Calum says. “And since then I’ve been playing things a little fast and loose. What’s your excuse?”
Luke laughs. “Just been so long since I’ve seen you or something,” he says, rubbing his hand over his bristly chin. “It's on you for looking so hot while having covid.”
“My bad,” Calum says with a laugh. “I won’t have covid in a few days, don’t worry.”
“Maybe we would make the most of it then?” Luke says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to Facetime?” Calum asks lightly. He’s happy to laugh it off if Luke is, but god damn talking to Luke is making him horny again, and if Luke wants to carry on with whatever ill-advised friends with phone sex benefits thing they started, well, he’s not opposed to the whole thing. He’s easy-going like that.
“Maybe,” Luke says, still smiling serenely. It’s classic Luke, he’ll lay it out there but he’s not one to make the leap, and usually, Calum would leave it alone and move on. But he’s woken up really horny and Luke is sitting back really temptingly and he does kind of want to see if he looks as good as he sounded when he came the other night.
“Luke,” Calum says, leaning forwards slightly and smiling at Luke through his phone.
“Calum,” Luke says, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth,
“What do you want?” Calum asks, meeting his eyes through the screen,
“Honestly?” Luke says. “I want to eat the rest of this cookie. But I’d also really like to see your dick.”
Calum feels a smile grow on his face, he wasn’t sure what he’d get out of Luke but this is far better than anything he was expecting. He doesn’t say anything but tilts his phone down towards his crotch and messes with the ties on his shorts.
“What are you doing?” Luke says, and there’s actual delight in his tone which makes Calum feel all sorts of strange things.
“Well it's probably safer to do this on facetime than send you a nude,” Calum says, shrugging, untying his shorts.
“I should go inside then,” Luke says with a smug smile, getting to his feet and heading toward the doors.
“Shit,” Calum says with a laugh. “Maybe.”
“Are you going to?” Luke asks as he goes through his living room and up the stairs.
“No one can see me,” Calum says easily, pressing his hand on his dick which is already perking up at the prospect of what’s to come.
“What if someone’s looking over your fence, Calum?” Luke asks as he enters what Calum can see as his own bedroom.
“No one can see over my fence, Luke,” Calum says. “And if they can, they've been seeing me swimming naked for years. I'm not sure this will shock them.”
“Calum!” Luke says with a laugh as he lays down on his bed. “What if they hear us?”
“You’re going to be that noisy hm?” Calum says, but he gets to his feet to go into his own house.
“I will if you want me to be,” Luke says demurely, batting his eyelashes.
For fuck’s sake, Calum knows what Luke’s like, so him being like this should not be surprising to him, but the way he’s talking to Calum in these moments turns Calum on almost more than anything else. Maybe it’s because this is one of the only things he’s not familiar with, having the full force of Luke turned in his direction, winding him up, and getting him where he wants him.
“What do you want?” Calum asks, going into his own bedroom and closing the door.
“I told you Calum,” Luke says, lying back on his pillow and holding his phone up, his hair spilling out underneath him. He smirks, “I want to see your big penis.”
Calum laughs as he strips out of his shorts one-handed and climbs onto his bed. “That’s it?”
“Are you naked?” Luke says, propping himself up slightly and ignoring Calum’s question.
“Yes,” Calum says.
“Well don’t be shy now, Cal,” Luke says exasperatedly. His eagerness makes Calum laugh as much as it does maintain the semi he’s been sporting since they started this conversation.
“I don’t know where to put my phone to get the best angle,” Calum says honestly.
“You’re not telling me you went all of quarantine and didn’t have facetime sex with anyone,” Luke says, rolling his eyes.
“Maybe I didn’t care about getting a good angle with them,” Calum protests, but he ends up wedging his phone between a couple of pillows, shuffling down his bed and sitting on his knees. He stays fairly close to his phone so he can see Luke well on his screen still.
“Holy shit, man,” Luke says, and Calum grins a little at pulling a reaction out of Luke. “You’re so hot, Jesus fuckin’—”
Calum starts jerking himself to full hardness, watching Luke watching him, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes glassy. “Are you just gonna watch me?” he asks with a smirk.
“No dude, I’m getting off,” Luke says with a laugh. For a second Luke’s face gets bigger on the screen as he figures out where the switch screen button is, then Calum sees the end of Luke’s bed and his calves. Then Luke tilts his phone further as he shuffles up on his bed, and shows Calum his body, lifting his phone to show his torso and legs.
Calum groans quietly as Luke’s body comes into view, his cock already hard and slightly pink, lying on his stomach and curving slightly to the left. It’s framed by his thighs relaxed open and his hip bones, and the slight softness creasing his stomach as he props himself up. He looks so fucking good, and Calum can’t even find the bit of his brain that should probably feel some shame in inspecting his best friend’s dick in so much detail, but instead, he’s shifting even closer to his phone.
Luke’s hand comes into view, and wraps around his dick, his thumb teasing at the head.
“My phone screen is not big enough for this,” Calum says quietly.
He hears Luke laugh as he strokes his dick and Calum kind of feels like his brain is turning to mush as it happens in front of him.
“Is your internet even going to be strong enough to get to the end of this?” Luke asks, as Calum watches his hand skim over his stomach and hips before holding his dick again.
“Shut the fuck up, man,” Calum says with a snort, adjusting himself slightly so he can see Luke better. “My internet is fine.”
“It better be,” Luke says as he teases himself some more in full view of Calum. “I don’t want any pixel-y cocks please, I want my view to be uninterrupted.”
Calum laughs again and strokes himself more firmly with his eyes on his phone. He really wishes he had the forethought to do this call from his iPad.
“Can you put your phone somewhere else?” Calum asks, his breath coming shorter already.
“Does this not work for you?” he hears Luke’s voice, as he turns his phone slightly to show almost what Luke would be looking at, down his long lean body.
“Oh it’s working for me,” Calum says, looking up at his own ceiling for a moment. He takes a deep breath. “But I told you I wanted to see what you looked like when you come, and I meant it.”
He watches Luke’s cock kick in his hand at his words and fuck if that doesn’t make Calum feel even hornier.
“You will see what I look like,” Luke says, low and teasing. Jesus Christ.
“I want to see your face Luke,” Calum says, pausing his hand on himself and scooting even closer to the camera. He drops his voice lower, in a way that he’s making a joke, but it doesn’t quite come out like that. “Want to see your gorgeous face baby.”
He hears Luke make a little noise behind the phone and Calum smirks. Luke is famously bad at taking compliments, but Calum knows that he actually loves them, even if he’s embarrassed about it. He knows how far a soft little compliment will go with Luke, and it’s no different in this set of circumstances.
Calum gets his way, as he watches the image move and blur as Luke finds somewhere to situate his phone. He recognizes he’s landed somewhere on Luke’s bedside table, as his view is filled with one of Luke’s lamps and a bit of his sage green wall, but then he flips to the front view and he feels his breath leave his lungs again.
Luke is on his knees on the bed, up by his pillows, and his face is leaned right up to the camera, face concentrating with a little furrow in his eyebrows and his bottom lip between his teeth. But now Calum can see more from this angle, down Luk’s chest, sprayed with hair, and further with his dick between his legs and his thighs spread as he kneels.
“Better already?” Luke asks as he clearly takes in Calum’s slightly slack-jawed gaze.
“Yes,” Calum says, nodding, watching intently as Luke situates himself back on his pillows, letting his legs fall open a little again, hand back around himself and head tipped back.
He turns his head towards the phone to watch Calum, his eyes intense and focused. It knocks Calum back a little bit. He’s seen Luke with this kind of focus before, when he’s learning a specific difficult riff to play live, or when he’s writing a song and he’s trying to get the syntax of the line just right, but he’s never seen it in this kind of situation, and more than that, directed towards him in this kind of situation.
“You look amazing,” Calum says as he starts working himself over with the sight of Luke in front of him, through a phone as it may be. “This was a good idea.”
“I think so too,” Luke says, his voice low as his hand resumes at some pace. He sighs a little.
“All those times I joked about giving you a handjob on the bus,” Calum says with a slight smile. “Should have seen that through if I’d known this is what the view would be like.”
Luke laughs, his stomach tensing and relaxing as he does so. “You’ve been missing out Calum, I was jerking off in my bunk just like this.”
“Damn,” Calum says, a smile still on his face. “Should have opened the curtain for me a little.”
“I’ll know for next time,” Luke says, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as his hand increases in speed. Calum matches his strokes on his own dick, and he’s starting to sweat a bit on his bed, his eyes flicking over Luke’s body as it starts to move in response to him touching himself.
Calum watches what Luke does and what he likes, noting the way he squeezes the head of his dick on the upstroke, and how he changes his rhythm occasionally, going slower for a couple of strokes before speeding up again. How the different things he does make his head roll back and his stomach tense and his hips jump.
Calum’s eyes nearly bug out of his head as he watches Luke’s other hand drift down and go somewhere between his legs that Calum can’t see, his wrist moving as another sigh slips out of his mouth.
“Are you—?” Calum’s voice cuts out halfway through his sentence.
Luke’s chest heaves as he turns his head again, smiling slightly. “If I’d have known I might have got my lube out earlier.”
“Fucking hell, Luke,” Calum groans, heat spreading out from his stomach and down his arms and legs to his fingers. He definitely should not be quite this close to his orgasm so quickly, but he also wasn’t expecting to see Luke nearly finger himself this morning.
“Calum…” Luke tails off as both his arms are moving. “Tell me something.”
“What?” Calum says, moving his hand faster.
“Would you like to do this again?” Luke asks. His eyes keep slipping closed but then he peels them open again to look at Calum, over and over. “Do you want to do this for real?”
“Fuck,” Calum says, his head dropping down as he continues to jerk himself. “I want to touch you for real, I want to fuck you for real.”
At that Luke moans, and Calum fixes his eyes on the way his hips move beneath his hands. “Fuck yeah,” he manages with a breathless laugh. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Calum watches Luke as his mouth falls open a little. “Did you purposefully wait till I was about to come to ask?”
Luke laughs loudly, and it mixes with a moan in the most delicious way as he throws his head back. “I thought it— fuck. I thought it might help my odds.”
“Fuck you,” Calum says, the telltale tightening in his abdomen meaning he knows he’s tilting right towards that edge, Luke writhing on the bed in his line of view. “It would have been a yes anyway.”
“Yeah?” Luke asks breathlessly. “Close, Cal, fuck I’m so close.”
“It would always be a yes,” Calum says, the blood pounding in his head as he jerks himself faster and faster. “Fuck.”
He comes all over his hand, his other hand pressed so hard into his thigh that it leaves marks, cum splashing all over his thighs and the sheets beneath him. But he can’t concentrate on that, because despite his own body twitching underneath him, he snaps his eyes back to his phone to watch Luke. And just like that he comes, Calum just able to make out the features of his face tensing and relaxing at the same time, his mouth dropping open and his eyebrows pinching as a long sigh comes out of his mouth. Cum goes all over his thighs, and Calum strokes his protesting dick a couple more times just at the sight of it. Fucking hell.
“Fucking hell,” Luke says breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Calum says, wiping his hand on the sheets. The movement causes his phone to slip from where it's propped up on his pillows, and he clambers up the bed to retrieve it.
“Oh hello, there you are,” Luke says, smiling as Calum picks his phone up. Luke’s picked his up off his bedside table and is holding it above him, so Calum gets a view of Luke’s sweaty forehead and neck, the slight flush underneath the hairs of his chest, and how his bottom lip is bitten raw.
“Hi,” Calum says, settling back. “So that was good.”
“Not bad at all!” Luke says happily. “For our first Facetime fuck.”
“Poetic,” Calum says, smiling at Luke’s own grinning face, hair everywhere and frizzy against his pillows. “You should write that into a song.”
“I’ll make a note, I do love alliteration,” Luke says. “Fuck I could really go for some more cookie right now.”
“What’s stopping you,” Calum says, thinking his own inappropriate cookie would hit the spot right now, while he’s looking at Luke sweaty and sated in front of him.
“Having to get up and go get it,” Luke says with a pout. “If only you didn’t have covid.”
“If only,” Calum says with a wry smile.
***
Calum feels a sort of contentment over the next couple of days that gets him through the last excruciating days of his isolation much easier had it not been for the happenings of the last week. Luke continues being flirty and explicit with him over text, which Calum loves and finds sexually frustrating in equal measure.
Calum’s not really the sort of guy that has crises about things. He’s pretty easy-going when it comes to the shit life throws at him, but for everything between Luke and him, he’s not sure he ever thought it would throw this at him. Sex with his best friend. And maybe more perplexing, sex and feelings for his best friend.
It does sort of meander through his mind that they might have to sort it out when the time comes and Calum isn’t confined to his house anymore, but he’s kind of sure that they will, it’s him and Luke after all.
What he is sort of expecting is for Luke to be thinking about it, and when he goes a little quiet on him the day before Calum’s freedom, he thinks he knows what might be happening in Luke’s head. He gives him a little time, but he kind of wants to get in there before Luke gets into a doom spiral of overthinking.
Calum:
Are you ok
Do you wanna talk
Luke:
I’m good, dude, just busy!
Calum:
Luke
Luke:
Cal
Calum:
Lukeyyyyy
Luke:
What Calum
Calum:
Shall I start taking guesses
Luke:
You’re fucking annoying
No because you’d get it right first time you always do
Calum:
Ok then 🥰 tell me
There’s a pause when Luke types then stops typing then starts typing again. In the end, the text is pretty short and kind of what Calum was waiting for.
Luke:
What are we doing here
Calum:
Oooh ok
Are we talking generally
Are we talking super existential
Or are we talking the two of us
Luke:
Well all of those things
But mainly the last one
Calum:
1. We’re in our houses on a Thursday night because we have nowhere else to be and I’m still isolating
2. We’ve been put on this planet to live our lives I guess, and part of that is making music together I think
3. I don’t know
But I sort of like it. And I want to do it more.
Calum watches Luke’s little bubbles, but the reply is faster this time
Luke:
I like it too
And same
Calum:
Fuck yeah :)
💓
Luke:
🥰
And that’s all they get to for now, but in a way, that’s the type of unsaid said agreement that works best for Calum, and works best for them. They can figure out the rest later.
***
He calls Luke as soon as he wakes up the next morning, earlier than he has done in ages. He takes a rapid covid test, just to be sure, and waves it around as soon as Luke answers his FaceTime.
He looks slightly disgruntled, he’s clearly only just woken up, but his eyes brighten when his brain catches up to exactly why Calum is calling him and waving a covid test in his face.
“Today’s the day dude!” Calum exclaims, doing a jig in his kitchen.
“You’re free?” Luke asks excitedly despite his sleepiness, his hair all over the place and sticking so far out from his head that it stretches out of frame.
“I’m free!” Calum says.
“What are you gonna do with your first day of freedom?” Luke asks, his lips hitching into a smirk. Calum loves Luke’s morning voice, it’s so deep and gravelly. It’s always been hot but it’s especially hot right now, that Calum doesn’t even think about what his response should be.
“I’m coming over,” he declares.
“To see me?” Luke asks, biting his lower lip, his smile getting even bigger.
“No, to see Ashton,” Calum says, deadpan.
“He won’t be here,” Luke replies.
“To see you, you dick,” Calum says. “If you want?”
Luke’s eyes glitter. “I want.”
***
He drives himself over to Luke’s, making a quick stop on the way that is entirely off his route, but absolutely worth it.
He taps the code in at Luke’s gate and pulls into the drive, hopping out of his car and pulling the precious cargo off the passenger seat. He heads up to the door and rings the bell, hearing Petunia run towards the door first, before hearing Luke come up and talk to her gently, then pulling the door open,
“Hi,” Luke says. He’s shirtless again, damp hair curling and a small smile on his face. Then he spots what Calum has in his hand. “Oh my god is that another cookie?”
“Might be,” Calum says casually. “Can I come in?”
Luke smiles and opens the door wider, letting Calum pass him into the hallway and through into the kitchen. He places the box down on the counter, then turns around and opens his arms, just in time for Luke to tilt into them.
Calum laughs a little as Luke clings to his back, tucking his face into Calum’s neck and holding tight. He takes a deep breath of Luke’s drying curls, the scent of his fruity shampoo in his nose, and the warm solid mass of Luke back in his arms. He knew nothing would be different, but it's still comforting that Luke feels and acts exactly the same even after the last few day's activities.
“It’s good to see you,” Calum murmurs into his hair.
“I’m so glad you’re not dead,” Luke says, muffled against Calum’s skin.
“You knew I wasn’t dead,” Calum says.
“True,” Luke says. “Definitely alive in several ways.”
They pull back a little, but Luke stays with his arms looped around Calum, stretching back up to his full height, so Calum’s eyes are about level with his lips. The lips he’s been thinking about a lot for the past few days. Luke’s tongue darts out to lick them, rolling back into his mouth and leaving it glistening again.
“Would it be weird if we kissed?” Calum asks, eyes flicking back up to meet Luke’s which are watching him with an intense look in the icy blue. “I kind of want to kiss you.”
Luke’s face stretches into a lopsided smile, his teeth just peeking through. “I don’t think so? Maybe we should try it. As long as you definitely aren’t still diseased.”
“I’m definitely not diseased,” Calum says, and he doesn’t need another invitation, pressing his lips against Luke’s. He’s sort of kissed Luke before, a push of lips when they’ve been drunk on a couple of occasions, but not like this and definitely not while sober on a Friday morning in the middle of Luke’s kitchen.
Luke’s mouth tastes minty from his toothpaste and his lips are soft and dry and warm as Calum brushes his own against them. Luke makes a little noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sigh as he clutches at Calum tighter and deepens the kiss, pushing Calum’s mouth further open.
Calum brings one of his hands up to Luke’s face, sinking his fingers into Luke’s hair as he holds the back of his head, his other hand holding Luke’s hip firmly. He swipes his tongue along Luke’s pouty bottom lip before licking inside his mouth, Luke pressing even closer to him, his fingers digging into Calum’s shoulders.
It should maybe feel strange, and it does a little bit; Calum’s used to having Luke in his arms and is incredibly familiar with the way he feels, the way his lips move, and also with him kissing others. But not when he’s kissing Calum, not the things like the way he nibbles on Calum’s lower lip, or how he brushes his thumb against the skin of Calum’s collarbone. Not with how he makes little pleased noises even when his mouth is occupied, and how he presses against him so that as much of their bodies are touching as possible. It’s all new and all strange to Calum, but it's so Luke and he likes it so much.
They break apart after a minute to breathe, and Calum’s eyes drink in Luke’s face as he keeps hold of the back of his head.
“I like you so much,” Calum says, the only thought in his head.
Luke lets out a surprised little laugh, his eyes dropping down embarrassed for a second, then coming up to meet Calum’s again. “And here I was thinking you were coming over so we could fuck.”
Calum bursts out laughing. “Fuck you, I was having a moment,” he says, shoving Luke’s shoulder and stepping back. “And that is why I was coming over.”
He turns around and presents Luke with the box he carried here. Luke grins at him and opens the lid to reveal a double chocolate cookie outlined in hearts and script in the center:
Come for me
Luke starts laughing, his laugh that he can’t quite keep control of, his huge mouth opening as wide as it goes and little squeaks escaping as he does so. He puts the cookie down on the counter and then grabs onto Calum’s arm to pull him towards the stairs.
“I’ll try,” Luke says with an exaggerated wink. “But only if we can eat cookie after.”
Calum grins as he trips after Luke, it works for him.