cake oneshots || book one

I Know You Well (E)

Credit: asleeptoday

Awkward yet adorable cake smut at its finest

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"Ow! What are you doing? You can't just jab at it!"

"I'm sorry I don't know! I've never done this before."

"Neither have I and I know that you don't just jab randomly at someone's arsehole. That's not how gay sex works Calum; it's not how any sex works."

"Then fücking tell me what to do and stop complaining; this is a team effort."

"Just go slower and feel around a bit and I'll tell you what feels good," Luke wasn't actually angry, he would have probably been just as terrible as Calum if it'd been the other way around - he probably wouldn't just assume that jabbing was the correct method but still.

"No you won't you'll just criticise my technique again," Calum muttered so bitterly he was almost pouting.

"Your technique fücking sucked and I told you. Now stop being stupid and carry on. Practise makes perfect, if at first you don't succeed try and try again and all that shït."

"Yeah I get the point." Calum said, voice sounding a lot more miserable and disheartened than before but Luke heard the cap of the lube click open so he didn't say anything. There were a few wet sounds of the substance being poured onto Calum's finger and Luke shifted uncomfortably on the bed while he waited, staring at the ceiling. He was suddenly aware of how obscenely his legs were spread on the bed and his heart picked up speed.

"Hurry up, Cal my dïck's going soft here," Luke joked, trying to stop Calum from pouting and ease his own nerves.

"Hey, don't complain to me about your own erectile dysfunction," Calum countered, relief washing over Luke that he continued the light-hearted banter. Then he spoke again, his voice soft and careful.

"Tell me what to do." He sounded so different; serious and nervous, a combination rare to find in Calum. Luke looked at him; soft really was the word to describe him. He'd just showered so his hair was fluffy, his eyes looked all warm and inviting and his lips weren't as chapped as usual; soft Calum.

"Just-" Luke began, having to clear his throat when it broke embarrassingly on the end of the word "Just like circle your finger around slowly for a bit."

"O-okay," Calum stuttered, face looking a bit flushed - Luke felt that way too and it was comforting to know he wasn't alone. His legs were splayed open with Calum situated in between them. He rested his left hand on Luke's stomach and his right drifted to Luke's arse.

The first touch of Calum's finger had Luke jerking away unintentionally making them both chuckle.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

They said at the same time, provoking laughter again. Calum looked at Luke with his gentle eyes before moving his lube-wet hand back down to try again.

Luke avoided springing away but it still felt super weird when Calum's finger started hesitantly circling the rim of his arse. It was odd but there was something else too that he couldn't quite put his finger on (but Calum certainly could... no, now was not the time for internal, terrible puns). As Calum got more confident with the whole finger circling business, Luke started to feel a lot warmer than before because it hit him that Calum's finger was touching his arsehole. And that was just fücked up because A, it was Calum, Calum who he had known for years, Calum his best friend, Calum from his band, platonic friend Calum. And also B, he had never really expected that someone would ever want to go near his arse as it was a hole commonly regarded as 'exit-only' by many.