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Luke woke up warm.
It wasn't like waking up at home. His room was tiny and drafty, and even with two comforters he never seemed to wake up sufficiently warmed. Ashton was smart to pick the room with big windows, the morning sun warmed his bed every day. Sometimes Luke would go in there after Ashton was off to work, and just curl up like a cat, soaking up the new rays.
This morning though, he didn't want to move an inch. He could feel Calum's arm a dead weight over his waist, and his head was still nestled under his chin. Luke stayed just where he was, not wanting to wake the older man.
In a way, it felt like he'd woken up from a dream. It was so cheesy to think that way, and he'd never admit it out loud, but it was true nonetheless.
He just soaked in the moment, thinking in the very back of his mind that it was all too good to be true. Something would surely happen, he wouldn't be able to wake up this happy for the rest of his life. It was impossible.
But, in that moment, it was real. Luke felt amazing. Sure, he was a little sore, but if he didn't move he didn't feel it. What he could feel was Calum's steady heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest and his soft breath against Luke's messy hair.
After waiting a few minutes, he could feel Calum's fingers twitch and then slowly rub circles into his back. He looked up and to meet soft brown eyes waiting for him.
“Hey.” He whispered, almost regretfully. It was like the second one of them spoke, the sun would go back into action and the minutes would pass faster. And Luke didn't want to waste a single one of those minutes.
Calum was only able to smile sleepily before Luke was reaching up, pulling him in.
The kiss was warm, and Calum's bare skin was warm, and Luke just wanted to stay in all of this warmth and safety forever. It wasn't lost on Luke that he had never felt this way around anyone else. He tried not to read too much into it.
“I do believe you made me a promise.” Luke murmured, and Calum smirked against his mouth.
“Oh yeah?” He hummed, running his hand down Luke's side, resting it on top of his hip. He pressed his thumb down lightly over soft bruises found there that looked like purple flower petals. He caught Luke's gasp against his tongue. “And just what did I promise you, Angel?”
Luke looks at Calum, thinking he forgot all about it. Or maybe he was just saying it to make Luke feel like there was hope for more. Maybe he just didn't want to anymore, but maybe the newness of Luke had worn off and that was why-
“C’mon baby, say it.” He said, and his rough morning voice was definitely something Luke could get used to.
“You said that you would. . .” Luke trailed off, a bit embarrassed. After everything, he was still shy. It was just, he'd only had that done to him once before, and it was a lot more sloppy and seedy than it was enjoyable. He had a strong feeling Calum knew what he was doing and it would be very different, but he still hesitated on the words.
Calum slid his hand down from his hip, around to where he was still sensitive from the night before. Luke whined when he touched him, his eyes not leaving Calum's.
“You want me to kiss you here? Where I was inside you?”
Luke let out a huff of air he hadn't known he was holding and nodded. “It's just. I, I mean -”
He could feel the flush on his chest.
“Don't be embarrassed, baby.” Calum soothed, taking his hand away to rest it back on Luke's hip.
“‘M not,” Luke replied stubbornly. “It's just, the last time - really the first time someone did that, it didn't feel good.”
Calum rubbed circles over his hips and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss onto his forehead. “It should always feel good.” He murmured.
“It's alright, we don't have to -” he tries, but Luke quickly cuts him off.
“No, I want you to. I really, really want you to. It's just, i don't know what to do.”
Calum laughed lightly, nipping Luke's pouty lower lip. “All you have to do is lay there. I'll do the rest. I told you I'll take care of you, remember?”
Luke nodded, closing his eyes and kissing Calum again. Calum's kisses slowly traveled down his jaw, his neck, tickling against his bare tummy.
“Would be easier if you turned over, if your thighs are too sore to hold you up.” Calum murmured against his hip. He laughed softly when Luke immediately turned over without question. He knew even if his thighs weren't sore from riding Calum the night before, he definitely wouldn't have the control to hold himself up, and he wasn't sure if he was quite ready to just casually sit on Calum's face.
Luke could feel him kissing down his spine. Calum must have really liked how his skin tasted, in a non-creepy way (hopefully). It was like he wanted to kiss every inch of him.
When he got down to his tailbone, his kisses stopped. Then he felt his hands, splitting his inner thighs. Luke let it happen, spreading his legs and sticking his ass up. He was on his elbows, staring at the headboard in anticipation.
Calum gripped Luke's cheeks and pulled them apart, and no sooner was he flattening his tongue and licking a thick stripe from his taint back to his tailbone.
“Oh, fuck.” Luke mumbled brokenly. Calum didn't give him a break as he started outlining his hole with his tongue, literally rimming him, before starting quick kitten licks. Luke whined, and couldn't control pushing his hips back, Calum's thumbs digging in deeper to his sensitive skin as he held him open.
Soon enough, Calum had his tongue inside, slowing down and taking his time to feel Luke's walls. He groaned low, also losing control of himself, and the vibrations only made Luke cry out. He gripped the pillow that was still warm from sleeping and gripped onto it, trying not to totally lose his head. The thing was that it felt so good , like everything Calum had done to him. He didn't think he'd ever been pleasured this much in less than twenty-four hours.
Luke could feel himself slipping off the edge, towards the point where he wouldn't be able to control himself and he'd be a whimpering mess. Calum was the only person who could get him there so fast, and it was a bit embarrassing. It wasn't helping that Calum was groaning and makes frankly explicit noises with his tongue, like he was enjoying this as much as Luke did. It only spurred Luke on even more. He pulled the pillow closer to try and stifle his noises, the sounds of his moans muffled as he buried his face in the pillow.
Just as the older man heard that though, he stilled his movements, hot breath hovering over Luke's hole.
“Don't stop, please.” Luke turned his head over his shoulder and fuck was that a mistake. Calum was looking straight at him, his eyes up but his head low, like he could give Luke what he wanted at any moment without warning, but he was holding it.
Then, his face softened. He closed his eyes, gently planting a kiss on Luke's left cheek, his thumb rubbing over the spot. He was still red there. “Don't try and be quiet about it then. Want to hear you.”
“But your neighbors,” Luke whined softly. “They'll hear me too.”
Calum smirked, opening his eyes again and rubbing his thumb over Luke's rim, pushing against it slightly. It had Luke biting down hard on his bottom lip. “You weren't worried about that last night.”
Luke flushed, his head flopping down against the pillow to hide his face. He wouldn't be able to live if he went downstairs to the car and someone passed by and gave him a knowing look. Fleetingly, he wondered if that had happened to anyone else, and then he wondered how many guys Calum had done this to, as he certainly knew what he was doing.
He didn't have time to dwell on it though, because the moment he raised his head Calum was back to work, relentlessly fucking his tongue inside and then pausing to give slow licks.
It didn't take long for Luke to fly off that edge, moaning and cursing and praising with reckless abandon. He was past the point of sanity, but he still hadn't come yet. He thought about rutting his hips and getting himself off, but he also knew his time with Calum was running short, and he wanted to get everything out of this that he could. Calum had added his middle finger alongside his tongue, and Luke cursed and gripped the pillow when he curved his finger with practiced ease, rubbing teasingly over the spot. Luke wanted to punch him in the face and then kiss him, but first he needed something else.
“Stop,” he mumbled, a little quiet but the second Calum heard it he pulled away, “want you to fuck me again.”
Calum sighed a heavy breath, burying his face in the dip of Luke's back. “You're probably really sore, I don't want to hurt you.”
“M’fine,” Luke muttered, looking back over his shoulder pleadingly. “Please Cal,I need it.”
Calum groaned, and rubbed his head against Luke's spine, trying to wipe those sweet doe eyes out of his head. He mumbled again that Luke really would be the death of him, and reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube.
Luke smiled, nearly giggled , with happiness.
Calum made quick work about it, coating two fingers with the liquid and warming them for a moment before sinking them inside of Luke, making him hum contently. It didn't take very much to make sure he was ready, his hole was still stretched from the night before. Calum couldn't believe he was giving in to this, but he reasoned with himself that he would be gentle and it wouldn't take very much at all to make Luke come at this point. He didn't let himself think that maybe he was getting just as addicted to being inside Luke, in any capacity, as Luke was with having him here.
Calum told Luke to get on his side as lean up on one elbow, so he followed commands while the older man got another condom and slipped it on, rubbing lube over himself. He cuddled behind Luke, his chest pressed against the blonde boy’s back as he held his thigh at an angle, and lined up.
“Tell me if you need a break, yeah?” Calum murmured, kissing the nape of Luke's neck affectionately. Luke just nodded wordlessly.
Calum pressed in slow, relishing in the soft gasps and breaks that Luke made until he bottomed out. Luke whimpered when Calum moved too soon, and it wasn't his usual whimper, it sounded like he was hurting. Calum knew this wasn't a good idea, but Luke was hard , his cock flushed and stiff and leaking against his tummy. Calum stilled inside him, pressing kisses of comfort on his neck behind his ear.
“You taste so fucking good, you know.” He remarked casually, his hand resting over Luke's tummy, the other tucked under Luke's head. “Could have made you come on my tongue if you had let me.”
Luke smirked, closing his eyes in distracted bliss as Calum slowly started to move again. “Thought i didn't control you.”
Calum bit his shoulder in retaliation. Luke laughed easily, but it bled into a pleased hum when Calum rolled his hips, fucking into Luke slowly but deep.
Calum held him like that as the minutes ticked by slowly, as of time itself had slowed down to match their pace. The morning light was still streaming in, warming what parts of them weren't covered by the blankets. It had grown quiet as Luke was close, just shaky breaths and soft, encouraging kisses along his skin.
All of a sudden, Luke was really overcome with emotion. Maybe it was because Calum had just wrapped his hand around his cock and was twisting his wrist just so, but he felt his body physically react to the moment.
Luke felt warm . His muscles relaxed completely and he slumped against Calum, eyes closing in bliss as he craned his neck against Calum's chest. He was deep into that space now, completely unable to make noise as Calum rolled his hips with the perfect rhythm.
Luke bucked up into Calum's fist just slightly, but he didn't even realize he was doing that. What he did consciously do was search out Calum's free hand, clutching his fingers before Calum could intertwine them.
Calum wasn't quite sure what Luke was up to until he had taken Calum's index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue licking over them and sucking them into his mouth lushly, moaning quietly around them.
“Fuck, baby.” Calum murmured, half in awe. Luke was so unbelievably beautiful, his eyes closed and his eyelashes daintily resting on his cheeks. The soft pink of his lips wrapped around Calum's fingers matching the pink flush on his chest and neck as he clenched around Calum's cock, taking him in so well now.
Luke's body stilled, and he was in such a high, blissful headspace he didn't even realize he was coming until Calum's hand had stopped and his voice was soft and warm in Luke's ear, praising him.
Luke was unaware how much longer Calum was inside him until he finished too, because he was totally dazed. He didn't let go of Calum's fingers until he pulled them away along with his lower half, and Luke whimpered at the loss but was quickly comforted as Calum rolled back over a moment later and resumed their spooning position, throwing an arm securely over Luke's waist. He didn't even care that Calum lazily wiped his hand against Luke's hip, because he was already falling asleep by that time.
Two hours later, Luke woke up to the smell of bacon and was very confused. It was half past ten, as he found when he checked his phone. It was at two percent, so he stole Calum's charger and plugged it in so that he could read Ashton's morning text.
Good morning. If you ever stop getting dicked down we’ll see you back home.
He also had a missed call from his mum, but they both would have to wait, and hear completely different versions of what Luke had been up to. His mum would hear that he gone on a lovely date and then been dropped off back home to end the night watching Netflix alone. Ashton would get the truth.
Before that could happen, Luke needed to investigate the bacon smell.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got right up, instantly regretting it. It was kind of like doing a bunch of shots and then sitting for a while, thinking he was totally fine, and then . Then trying to stand straight becomes a lot harder than it had been before.
Ashton had once said then when Luke was really wasted he looked like Bambi learning to walk. It wasn't much better now, and he was completely sober.
He managed to fix himself and steal more from Calum's room, this time a pair of sweats. He creeped out of the bedroom towards the smell in the kitchen, and was pleasantly surprised to see Calum standing naked in front of the stove. Probably not the smartest idea, but Luke loved the view.
“Hey babe, was about to wake you up.” Calum quipped when he saw Luke round the corner and lean against the countertop. He flipped gas on the stove off and walked over, leaning against the counter with his hands and dipping in for a kiss.
Luke kissed him softly, smiling at the way he tasted like mint and smelled like coconut oil. His black hair was damp against his forehead, and he just had a fresh glow from the shower.
“Oh god, I probably smell like death. I feel grungy.” Luke muttered, even though Calum was kissing over his shoulder where there was still a bite mark.
Calum shook his head in disagreement, planting another kiss on his jawline. “Go shower, everything you need is in there. You can even steal a shirt, too.”
Luke smirked and wobbled his way back, and he didn't miss Calum trying to contain his smug laughter.
The hot shower definitely helped, and Luke found the coconut oil shampoo that Calum used and washed his hair with it as well. Once he was done in there, he found an unopened toothbrush in a drawer and threw away the packaging, humming and only slightly snooping as he dried off and brushed his teeth. The only interesting thing he found was that Calum had a spare box of condoms under his sink, one of those bulk boxes. He eyed it enviously, like it represented whoever else Calum had slept with and used them on. At least he used them, Luke supposed. He had no reason to be jealous, he reminded himself that Calum wasn't his boyfriend even though they had been shockingly intimate in the short amount of time they had spent together. To be fair though, Luke was dick drunk for the majority of it so he really couldn't control how needy he was.
Once he had finished up with that, he walked back into the bedroom and opened a drawer from the dresser where he'd found the sweatpants. Finding those were easy, they were sticking out. But the shirt drawer was impossible, everything was the same shade of black. He picked one, simple black but with the word “evolve” running vertically down the back spine in a sleek white font.
He shrugged and slipped it on, pleased to find it was an oversize fit and he practically swam in it. He glanced at himself in the mirror, smiling softly. Then he rushed off for food before he could think too long about how content he was.
Calum was sitting on one of the bar stools when he returned, his plate untouched next to him as he clicked away on his laptop.
He closed it a moment after Luke sat down, only letting Luke linger on the screen for a moment.
“Sorry to interrupt.” He murmured, pulling his own plate towards him.
“No worries,” Calum shrugged, “Just work stuff, emails, boring.”
Luke wanted to ask what Calum did for a living, but he didn't want to pry. That seemed like something friends and significant others would know, not, well, whatever it is they were. Luke didn't know if this was a one time stand, well a one and a half really. He just ate his pancakes and bacon, and thanked all the goodness above that Calum was the type of person who put the bacon inside the pancakes.
Before Luke knew it, he was collecting his discarded clothes and slipping on his shoes. It was around that time that the glitter had set and he realized that maybe this was just a normal one night stand. It wasn't that Calum was acting cold or anything, he just seemed distracted as he and Luke made their way towards the elevator. Luke was awkwardly holding his clothes, so they didn't hold hands like they had the day before.
Surprisingly, none of the neighbors that crowded the central garden were around in the late-morning, only some birds and sprinklers making an annoying ch-ch-cht as they spritzed over the flowers.
Luke was definitely feeling a little sad to be going home. It was an amazing time, but it was over now. He wasn't a kid, he knew how this worked.
He sat back down in the fancy passenger seat of Calum's fancy car. Calum turned on the radio, and rested his hand on Luke's inner thigh. It made him smile softly, remembering how his heart had been pounding when it had first happened. Luke felt better now, like he'd gotten what he wanted from the whole thing. He was content, warm, and definitely sated.
The hour ride wasn't tense, they relaxed and sang along to the radio, Calum tapping the beat against Luke's thigh. When they hit a pothole and Luke cursed under his breath, Calum looked genuinely concerned and asked if he was okay.
Calum was a good guy, but there was no promise that he would ever see Luke again. By the time they were riding along the long street that lead to Luke's apartment building, Luke was filled with confusion. Should he ask to see him again? Ask for his number? Luke was kind of clueless. All of Luke's previous relationships had been planned out, they dated for a bit and then had monogamous, repetitive, average sex. But with Calum they'd barely had a date and then had amazing, mind-altering sex. Twice. How was he supposed to act cool about that? Not that Calum hadn't already seen him totally lose his cool. Damn sex goggles.
When it came down to it and Calum was parked, all Luke could come up with was,
“Do you want your shirt back?”
Calum looked at him with a soft smile, but his brown eyes looked sad. “No, you keep it. It looks better on you.”
Luke just shook his head smirking, but while he was looking down Calum tilted his chin up and captured him in a kiss. He was still for a moment, a bit surprised, but quickly melted into it, wrapping his arms lightly around Calum's neck.
He chased him when Calum started to pull away, just for a moment. Then he got a hold of himself and let their lips part, and he was looking back down again. He couldn't really look at Calum.
“Take care of yourself, Luke.” Calum said solemnly. Luke nodded in understanding and then popped his head up, giving him the fakest of smiles.
“I will,” Luke promised, sincerely not meaning it. “You do to.”
It felt scripted, like the words were coming out of both of them like robots. What did they even mean? How could Luke take care of himself when Calum had done it so well?
With one last kiss, Luke had the strength to open the door of the fancy matte black Audi, very carefully. He climbed out, taking his things with him and closing the door, walking away with just a short wave over his shoulder.
He turned off his overactive brain, solely focusing on making his way to his apartment without anyone he knew seeing his walk of shame. It was pretty obvious, he was walking side to side and carrying his clothes.
Luke made it to the stairway, and looked up at the flights he'd have to take with a long-suffering sigh. He looked behind him at the rickety, unpredictable elevator. Its button was always flashing that it needed to be checked, no matter how many times there was a crew working on it, the next day it was the same. It was cursed. Luke had always avoided it except for a few desperate times, and it looked like now was as desperate a time as any.
He boarded the elevator and hastily pressed the button to his floor, holding on to the safety rail for dear life. By some miracle, he made it up to his floor with minimal shaking and suspicious noises.
He couldn't be bothered to dig for his key, so he just rang the doorbell annoyingly until Ashton opened the door. He was fresh out the shower, his loose curls damp and towel wrapped around his waist. He had a bowl of cereal in one hand.
“You're alive.” He deadpanned, opening the door to let him through. Luke trudged into the apartment, trying to walk normally, but it didn't work.
“Damn, that good?” He questioned around a mouthful of cereal.
Luke made a beeline for the sofa, letting his sad little set of folded clothes sit on the chair, kicking his shoes off right beside it.
“Well, you look happy, if not really sore. I'm guessing it went well?” Ashton smirked as Luke lazily flopped down on the couch, facing the TV.
Luke hummed contently, pulling a blanket to his shoulders. “I can't even show you my ass right now.”
Ashton’s face dropped a bit, and he placed his bowl of whole wheat cheerios down very seriously.
“Was he too rough? Did he hurt you? Luke I told you to-”
“No mom, he didn't,” Luke cut him off with a huff and a content smile. He flipped on the tv and switched over to netflix. “Let’s say I had a really, really good time.”
“Alright then, if you say so.” Ashton said warily, picking up his cereal bowl.
Luke promised to tell him all the interesting details when he got back from work, and with that Ashton left to finish getting ready. When he came back into the living room, Luke pretended to be asleep, so Ashton just kissed the top of his head and made his way out, locking the door behind him.
Luke was fine. He opened his eyes and watched some mindless sitcom, and he thought about what he would do. He decided he still had other people interested, people who had messaged him back. To be fair, he had only gotten a taste of the whole thing, even though it had been an exceptionally small taste. He craved more, and he knew he could get it easily. He tried to tell himself it didn't matter who it was with, because he'd found what he liked and he was sure other guys could do it for him just as well, maybe even better.
Luke didn't want to be hung up over a person, he'd always done that. What he was doing, what he had done with Calum, it was just sex. He couldn't get attached to someone so quick, not when he could be trying out different things and having fun.
Luke was fine, he was going to meet another guy and have even more amazing, mind-altering sex, like he was trying to beat his high score.
Luke was perfectly happy, Optimistic even. He rested on the sofa and watched the mindless sitcom, cuddled into the blanket to keep him warm in the empty apartment. If he tucked his nose under the collar hem of Calum’s shirt just to breathe in the scent and close his eyes for a moment, no one was around to witness it.
Luke was just great.