cake oneshots || book one

Stop And Start (E)

Credit: jessus

ASHTON IS SO SASSY I LOVE IT

And he has every right to be. Some of the things people are saying about him is disgusting, and it's all just because they lost.

Then they have the audacity to call Ashton petty for saying something back to them, like bïtch BYE

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Luke doesn't get into Calum's bunk intending for anything untoward to happen.

It's not the first time he's hopped in like he owns the place -- not the first time any of them has -- and it won't be the last. It is, however, the first time Calum doesn't groan at him when he does it first thing in the morning.

'Like you don't love it', Luke is used to thinking, aware of Calum's persistent interest in being violently hugged, which usually matches up incredibly well with his own. He can't think that today, though, as Calum freezes as he whips the curtain aside, goes utterly still when Luke hops into the bunk and throws a leg halfway around him where he's facing the wall.

"What seems to be the problem, Calum?" he asks, shoving a hand in between Calum's arm and his ribs just to get a kick out of the way he'll jerk away when someone even gets near one of his more ticklish spots.

But Calum just says, "Kind of busy, Luke," in this tight, breathless voice. Luke's eyes go wide as he notices the way Calum's arm is tucked under the sheet, in this position.

It's hard to hide how amused he is. "Are you--?"

"Luke," Calum says again, sounding annoyed -- probably embarrassed, Luke thinks, but that's never really stopped him before.

"You are," he says, and there's something in him that says this means it's time to move away, stop touching Calum, but another, more insistent part tells him to stay - tells him not to remove his hand from where it's tucked underneath Calum's arm. He just clenches the thin fabric of Calum's t-shirt in his fist instead, finding the entire situation hilarious. "You're jerking off."

It's nowhere near accusatory, laughter evident as ever in his voice, but it still makes Calum roll back a little like he's trying to shove him off. All this does is make Luke's hand move from his ribs to his stomach, though, slipping a little lower than either of them is supposed to be comfortable with, and Luke feels the shudder that rolls through Calum, hears the way he's gritting his teeth when he says "Luke," voice strangled.

Calum's hand is still tucked under the covers, not moving at all, but clearly in the same place it's been since he decided to invade the bunk.

Luke doesn't know what makes him say it.

Or maybe he does, and maybe it's been there a while, something more than curiosity that he was never quite willing to pinpoint.

Whatever the reasons, the words come. "Were you close?"

The situation loses all of its entertainment factor as soon as they do.

Calum shudders again, groans softly like it's been dragged out of him and he doesn't want to be heard, and Luke finally sees him move his arm, pressing downward as if to stem off what's happening - but he can't, and Luke knows because of the way his breath stops for a few short moments, the way his hips shift like he can't help it. Luke can't quite see his face, but he can see the way his mouth has dropped open when he finally goes slack underneath his sheet.

Luke stops breathing, too, has to swallow hard against the sudden dryness of his throat before he can say, pathetically, "Uh -"

But he has nowhere to go from there, nowhere that won't give him away, so he just stops, his mouth clicking shut.