5SOS One Shot Collection

CALL CONNECTED L.H (SMUT)

You'd been best friends with Luke basically since diapers. Introduced by both your mothers' shared love for expecting-mothers zumba class and bonded through chalk drawing on the street in the summer and sledding together in the winter. It was hard, when he was away on tour, so when he had a free night, he'd call you up and you'd end up talking for hours (his side of the conversation was always more interesting than yours, but he still maintained that yes, he really did want to hear about what you'd eaten for lunch that day, or what dumb thing the guy in your calculus class said.) You'd fall asleep with the phone still pressed to your ear, waking up to find that your battery had died from the 7 hour call you'd shared.

Everyone thought it was a little weird, how close you were, being "just friends". You were together all the time, and neither of you seemed to ever date anyone else. But it never bothered the two of you, and Luke was the best friend you'd ever had.

One night, with him halfway across the world and you just finishing dinner, he called you from a hotel phone with a bad pun and a splitting headache. You smiled at the sound of his voice, his usual pitch even lower and somehow gravelly.

"What time is it there? You sound so tired."

You can practically hear him shrug. "It's like three AM."

"Dude! Go to sleep!"

"I don't wanna."

You laugh into the phone, your tone lowering to match his. You lapse into sharing stories from throughout the week, Luke recounting the last show they did and how a girl tried to jump on stage but got blocked by their security guy. He's in the middle of his sentence before he pauses, and asks, "Uh... are you moaning?"

"What?! No..." You turned, finally turning back to what you'd been watching on TV and getting an eyefull of an actor's firm asscheek. "Oh, sorry, I'm watching Showtime, and there's this really loud sex scene going on."

"What movie is it?"

In the background, you hear a twin soundtrack of the movie on your TV. "Did you seriously just turn on Showtime?"

"...Maybe."

You both laugh together, and you're stung with the realization that it's been months since you've heard him laugh in person. There's a pause, and you watch as the blond actor in the movie throws the lead actress back onto the bed, this time taking her from behind.

Luke's breath hitched, just loudly enough for you to hear it. All of a sudden, you could see him laying back on some king-sized hotel bed in just his boxers, hair mussed, cheeks a little red, mouth...

"Luke?"

He coughed, "Mmhmm?"

"Just... um... wanted to make sure you were still there."

He didn't say anything else after that. The girl on the screen moans.

You could hear his breath was heavy. Your palm slid slowly down your stomach, rucking up your t-shirt and slipping under the waistband of your panties. It felt so wrong, you could feel yourself blushing, but the idea of Luke listening to you breathe coupled with the moans of the couple on the screen made your entire body tingle. Your core throbbed and you rubbed yourself slowly, just with your fingertips, just enough to feed the fire. It didn't help that the actor looked like Luke, either.

You weren't blind. You knew Luke was kind and funny and fucking hot as hell. But by the time you realized all this, he already had one foot down the path of stardom, and by the time you gathered the courage to act on it, he was already gone. You decided it was best to just... keep your feelings to yourself. The two of you were best friends, and it looked like it would stay that way.