Unrequited -cake- (ch + lh)

Snippets of Chapter 4

Calum stares in horror at the picture. It was taken on the dance-floor last night, that much is obvious. He’s in Luke’s arms, the younger boy’s large pale hands resting comfortably in his back pockets. One of his own hands curls into the hair at the back of Luke’s neck, the other is scrunched up in his collar. It’s an intimate pose, but Calum is focused on the look in his eyes as he stares at Luke. He can practically feel the longing radiating from them both, lost in each other and totally unaware that anything outside of themselves exist. And based on the twitter comments, so can everyone else.

It terrifies him. Management will help them deal with any fan backlash. But the longing radiating from him in the picture is undeniable and Calum instinctively knows Luke will simply not be happy with their current arrangements anymore.

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“You made me want this!” Calum accuses, barely able to stop the tears of humiliation from streaming out of his eyes. Because that would be weak. That would be expected of a man who enjoys it when another man makes love to him. “You made it good… and it wasn’t supposed to be! It was supposed to be you getting something you needed so we could keep the band going…”

“So what should I have done, huh?” Luke hisses, blue eyes blazing as he stalks forward towards Calum, forcing the older boy to move until his back hits the wall. “Should I have held you down? Fucked you raw every time? Would it have been better if it felt like rape for you?”

 “Yes! I-I mean no!” Calum shouts back, confused and unsure now that the choice has been presented to him so starkly. “I-I don’t know…,” he admits, voice dropping and head tilting down.

Luke knows he should try to be more sensitive and understanding. But Calum’s answer enrages him. “Or maybe that’s what you want me to do now, huh?” He slams one hand into the wall beside Calum’s head, presses him even more firmly against the wall, and grabs his chin in a vice-like grip. “What do you need, baby? Do you need me to throw you on the floor right here and fuck you hard? Ignore you while you scream for me to stop and just use you for my own pleasure?” Calum lets out a soft whimper. “Would that make you hate me? Would you feel better about yourself then?”