Slut | Cake, Lashton, Muke |

Four

"Luke! We go on stage in literally a minute. Why aren't you dressed?" Michael yells at me.

"I am dressed. I just don't have a shirt on."

"That's what I mean! You can't go out there like that."

"Why not? I'm a slut, remember? I enjoy all eyes on me."

He grunts in frustration and angrily whispers. "Nobody knows though. Only us four."

I roll my eyes and sit up from the couch I was laying on. "Why do you care so much? Ashton's done it before, why can't I?"

"Luke for fucks sakes, put on a shirt!" He snaps.

But I don't move, being the stubborn boy I am. What's he going to do anyway?

He huffs at me. "Fifty seconds.."

"I don't care."

In a split second, he had pinned me to the wall and looked me full force in the eyes. My lip quivered a bit at the sudden attack.

"You don't understand. You can't go out like that. You'll make me what to fuck you on the stage. I won't be able to concentrate. Do you understand now? You can't do this to me, Luke."

I smirked, now understanding why he was being this way. Horny bastard. His eyes trail down to my lips before he smashed his to mine.

This kiss is rough, sloppy, and super wet. It's so needy and risky. The door is wide open, someone can just walk in.

I kiss him back though, even though we only have about thirty seconds left until its show time.

"Fuck Luke, you ruin me. I'm not even fucking gay." He whispers and kisses down my neck. Hopefully not leaving any marks. Or whatever, he can do what he wants. I don't care.

"I ruin a lot of things, don't worry." I say against his lips.

He pulls away from my neck and looks me in the eyes again. "Please put on a shirt."

I shake my head. His grip tightens.

"Luke! Michael! Ten fucking seconds until we go out, what the hell are you doing?" Ashton screams at us.

"LUKE IS TRYING TO GO OUT SHIRTLESS!"

Ashton signs and shakes his head. "Don't do it, Luke."

"Oh no, I am." I walk past the boys, teasingly and pick up my guitar. Their mouths drop and I wink at them.

"5..."

"Luke, oh god there you are." Calum says with relief. Oh, for once he's worried about me?