I Don't Know What To Call this Janoskians (Luke Brooks) Love Story

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I locked Charley's front door behind me and led Luke into her bedroom.  Surprisingly, the flat was quite tidy. Even though Charley basically tidied for a job, her flat was always a complete tip whenever I came over.  "Are you sure you're ready for this?  I mean, I don't want to rush you and I'm more than happy to wait.  I'm not saying that I don't want to do it, like, I would love to but I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you and I know you haven’t before and I don't want to ruin it."  Luke began to ramble, sitting on the edge of the bed as he spoke.  I chuckled, his nervousness showing.  I walked over to him, taking his hands in mine and nudging his knees open so I could slip between them. 

"Luke, look at me."  His head rose, eyes locking with mine.  "If I wasn't ready then we wouldn't be here."  I kissed his forehead before dropping his hand and starting to unbutton his shirt.  He stood from the bed, kissing my lips as he went.  He shuffled the shirt from his shoulders once all of the buttons were open, discarding the clothing to the other side of the room.  I admired his body, my fingers tracing over the defined lines of his torso.  "What did you work on today?"  My question was talking about his trip to the gym with the boys. 

"Biceps."  My long hair was swept over one shoulder, Luke's hot breath causing goose bumps on my neck as he leant down, trailing his lips along my jaw line.  I gripped his arms tightly, testing his muscles. 

"Eh, I've felt better.  Now Beau's got a good set of arms, hasn't he?"  Luke stood back from me, mouth forming an "o" shape at my teasing. 

"Right, that's it.  We're going home."  I saw a slight smirk on Luke's face before he quickly turned to pick up his shirt and walk out of the door.   He had his back to me as he buttoned up his shirt, phone and wallet showing through his back jean pockets.  I walked over to him and placed my hands on the warm skin of his back, sliding them around Luke's body and into his front pockets.  I felt him stop what he was doing with the contact, his body tensing as I worked my way around his stomach. 

"You and I both know that you don’t really want to go."  I stood on my tiptoes so I could whisper my words into his ear.  He slid his hands over mine, turning in my hold. 

"You, are the biggest tease I have ever met."

"But you like it, I know you do."  I grinned before standing back on my toes to place my lips on his.  He guided my hands up to his neck, encouraging my fingers to tangle in his hair.  An appreciative hum vibrated through my lips, Luke's hand leaving mine to stroke over my arms and onto my face.  By licking my bottom lip, a plead for entrance into my mouth was silently asked.  I granted access without hesitation, Luke's hands sliding over my shoulders and down my back.  My teeth bit down on Luke's bottom lip as he carefully tugged down the zip of my dress, an attempt to keep a nervous gasp from leaving my mouth. 

"It's okay."  I was given reassurance as Luke stepped away from me, the zipper reaching the bottom of its trail.  I allowed the material to drop to the floor, baring my body for Luke.  I know Luke had seen me like this before, my makeshift bikini at our little swimming adventure in Liverpool, but the nature of our current situation decreased my self confidence.  My arms swiftly crossed to try and cover some skin, but were caught in Luke's hands.  "You look like an angel."  I decided not to object to his comment like I usually would, instead closing the gap between us so Luke wouldn’t stare any longer.  I quickly undid the 3 buttons Luke had managed to join before I came over to him, my neck being graced with affectionate kisses as I did so.  As Luke shrugged the clothing off for the second time that night, I moved my hands to his jeans, unbuckling the belt with ease.  It was when I came to popping the button that a sudden wave of nerves hit me, my hands beginning to shake as I struggled with the zip.  I had never undressed someone other than myself before and was afraid this was showing.  Luke entwined my hands with his, making his own way out of his trousers as he kissed the palms of my hands.  "It’s okay."  My legs were knocked out from underneath me, Luke walking back into the room with me in his arms before laying me on the bed.