cake oneshots || book one

You Were Out Of My League (E) pt. 1

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Luke's not used to communal bathrooms.

He used to sharing with his older brothers when he was at home, but that was different. He's literally known them as long as he can remember; they've always been there. They walked in on him and the worst he had to deal with was a shïtty joke about the size of his dïck or a hand darting out to turn the faucet so the water went uncomfortably cold.

It's different at uni. He's just thankful the communal bathrooms are broken up by gender. He can't imagine having to get through a whole shower knowing there are naked girls only a couple feet away.

Knowing there are naked dudes only a couple feet away? It's just barely better, easier to deal with. He's seen naked dudes more times than he can count. His best friends don't exactly have qualms about taking their clothes off and he walks in on Michael lounging around their room, pant-less at least once a week. Dïcks are familiar. Dïcks, he can deal with.

Despite his growing familiarity with the awkward, uncomfortable facet of dorm life that is communal bathrooms, he's still taken to showering at strange times whenever possible. If he goes in the middle of the night during the week, there's nobody there. He's clear to shower most mornings during the weekend - the great majority of people on his floor are either sleeping off the night before or sleeping in without the obligation of morning classes. It's annoying and it's cumbersome, but he can shower in peace most of the time and that's enough of a luxury to make up for the drowsiness.

It's around 4am on a Wednesday and Luke thinks it's pretty safe to assume that he's the only one in the bathroom at this hour. He shuts off the water and, when he doesn't hear anyone in the part of the bathroom that houses the toilets and urinals, scrubs the towel over his face, grabs his clothes and walks out to get dressed in a bigger space. There's a little changing room attached to each shower cubicle, but it's tiny. He can't help it that he's long and lanky, that there's barely any room for him to maneuver in there. It's much nicer getting changed by the mirrors, anyway - he can check out the little bit of definition that's started to appear in his tummy. He's less fluffy, much leaner than he used to be. Sue him if he likes to acknowledge it every once and while.

But then the bathroom door bangs against the wall as someone shoves it open and his eyes go wide, the towel he's been using to dry his hair barely covering his junk just in time. It's Calum, which only makes it worse. It's just that Luke has basically had the biggest boner for Cal since their first floor meeting. He'd sat next to Michael, but his eyes had been drawn to full lips and brown eyes, the boy's dark hair mostly hidden behind a gray beanie and his legs stretched out in front of him as he'd leaned back, his palms on the floor. His lips had formed a wide smile and his eyes got all crinkly and Luke was basically smitten right then and there.

Michael's been teasing him about his dumb schoolboy crush ever since. He's constantly being mocked for the way his cheeks flush pink every time Calum greets him in the hallway or the way his tongue somehow seems to stop forming coherent words any time the brunette is nearby.

"Um." Luke winces.

Calum turns to look at him and there's already an easy grin on his face. It fades when he sees that Luke's basically naked in front of him, though. "Uh."

Luke's pretty sure he's physically incapable of moving. His mouth is slightly open and his brow is furrowed, his expression mortified. It doesn't help that Calum looks good. Who is he kidding? Calum always looks good, especially when he's wearing all black. And the beanie on his head only reminds Luke of that first floor meeting, the one where they'd met. If he wasn't so fücking embarrassed, he'd probably be hard.