Masterpieces {Book 2}

i can't escape this feeling

Credit; senioritastyles

Paring; cake

[this book is going to have tons more smut Bc i avoided posting too much of it in the first one aye]

i love when they're friends first cri

Enjoy ;)

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Calum's really hoping the universe is playing some kind of sick, freakish joke on him. He really, really does. Because no one should actually be allowed to look good all the time. Like, ever. At all. But Luke fucking Hemmings is doing it. And Calum has  to see him every single day. Not that it's a bad thing, to get to look at good looking people 24/7, but when that good looking person is your best friend it doesn't pan out so well. Said best friend is sitting next to him at their house in LA, playing Fifa and losing miserably but trying his hardest all the same. He's got on Calum's beanie, which normally pisses Calum off but Luke looks way too cute in it right now. Calum's glad Michael and Ashton aren't home, that they're still at the studio, because they would definitely be making fun of the way Calum's looking at Luke right now and Calum is way too bad ass to be deemed the sap in the group-that's what he thinks anyway.

"HA!" Luke shouts, startling Calum nearly out of his seat.The older boy looks at the screen and realizes Luke's scored on him.

"Hey woah, woah, woah. I wasn't even looking! That's not fair bro."

"Yeah well maybe if you weren't so busy staring at me you would've seen me steal the ball." Luke teases. Calum's cheeks go red because he didn't think Luke was paying attention to that. But oh well, Calum isn't easily embarrassed so he'll definitely get over it. He probably already is. Yep, definitely over it. Until Luke says,

"What were you even looking at? You were staring for like, five minutes."

"Nothing bro. Just wondering why you've got my beanie on again."

Lies. Calum's a liar. He just lied right to Luke's face and he hates lying to Luke because Luke gets all pouty and self-conscious when he's lied to. But he can't tell Luke what he was really looking at. He can't tell Luke that he was staring because Luke's hair looks like brushable gold, the pieces that are sticking out just begging for Calum to run his fingers through them. He can't tell Luke that he was staring because the stubble on Luke's jaw looks like it needs to be kissed and bitten and licked just so Calum can feel the scratchiness. He can't tell Luke that he was staring because Luke's eyes are flashing with the moving pictures on the screen, the blue looking more stormy than rather than sunny. He can't tell Luke that he was staring because Luke's body is long and feline, stretched over half the couch in all its lanky glory and Calum just wants to crawl on top of it and glue himself there. He just can't. That would not be very bro-like. That would be the opposite of bro-like. It'd be....boyfriend-like. Kind of. Yeah. So, no. Luckily, Luke goes back to playing the game, whether he buys Calum's answer or not, and Calum's so distracted that Luke actually ends up winning.--Ashton and Michael don't come home until well after Luke and Calum fall asleep, and they finally reunite in the kitchen the next morning. The first thing Luke says is,

"I beat Calum at Fifa and you both missed it." The entire room freezes and Calum groans into his coffee, looking pained by the reminder. He definitely is. Luke never wins, not even against Ashton's little brother. He is so never living this down.