cake oneshots || book one

Apologies

"I'm sorry."

Soft, apologetic doe-brown eyes stare at Luke from an appropriately remorseful face. Plump lips, so sweet and addictive, are pursed into a gentle pout that makes them look even more kissable. That delicate body is curled onto the couch, all thin arms and legs and unblemished golden skin, vivid against blue shirt and orange cushions. Luke doesn't know how much longer he can hold his anger against the alluring picture Calum paints even though he's almost certain the brunette intended to be found like this so Luke would lose his will to resist. With an inward sigh, he pushes off the door frame he's leaning against and crosses the courtyard, each step followed by those dark eyes.

The daybed dips underneath Luke's weight as he shifts into position behind Calum, his wider body curling around the question-mark shape of the older boy's. A little thrill sings through his blood as Calum relaxes against him, instinctively pushes himself back into the protective cradle of Luke's broad shoulders. They're a perfect fit, Luke notices smugly. Much better than Calum would fit against Michael, he decides. No, Michael's too short to cuddle him right.

Sensing the tension in Luke's body, Calum reaches around behind him to search till he finds Luke's broad hands and pulls them around his waist then twines them with his own blunt fingers till they rest against his flat stomach. It doesn't help much; Luke's fingers are still stiff, laying flat and motionless within his own.

Calum sighs. "It was nothing, Lucas," he mumbles, gently tipping his head forward as exhaustion creeps into his voice. "We were just goofing around."

Luke's eyes are drawn to the fragile vertebrae shifting under lovely honey-colored skin at the base of Calum's neck. He is tempted to lean forward and bite down hard, leave a few marks here to match the faint ones that still decorate the front of his lover's throat. Broadcast his ownership of Calum to anyone else who dares to look.

He doesn't though. Instead, he lets his head fall into a bed of soft black hair. "You were sitting in his lap." He can't stop himself from grinding his hips against the full swell of Calum's äss.

Then Calum squirms in his arms, twists his body until he has managed to turn over so Luke is staring into earnest molten chocolate eyes once again. Hands reach up around to circle around his neck and their legs tangle together, drawing them closer still. "It. Was. Nothing." The brunette reiterates one more time while he stares up at him from underneath the cover of heavy, dark eyelashes, lower lips pulled in between his teeth.

Luke groans, channeling all his jealousy into one harsh, claiming kiss as his mouth finds Calum's. Possessive pale hands splay over the rough material of Calum's skinny jeans, cups the round globes and pulls so Calum is forced forward into him, groins brushing together. The brunette mewls softly and the sound makes Luke harden into the uncomfortable tightness of his own pants until he's not thinking anymore.

In a moment he's forced his legs between Calum's and shifted them so they lay chest to chest, his heavy frame forcing the delicate length of Calum's body into the softness of the cushion underneath him. He stubbornly ruts his hips forward, lets the brunette feel what effect their closeness has on him, teeth and lips finding the soft hollow of Calum's throat.

"L-Luke..." Calum's whimper is soft, and Luke wants to pretend he doesn't understand, that his lover hasn't stopped him a hundred times already whenever they come to this juncture.

"Please... Just say yes to this, baby." He knows it's pathetic to beg, but it's impossible to stop himself. Impossible to not give this last ditch effort, even though he knows what the results will be anyway. Today though, it feels especially important that Calum should say yes. "I-I wouldn't be jealous if you would just let me have this, give me something no one else gets." He's ashamed to try something so low and manipulative, but the longer Calum denies him, the more Luke is convinced he is slowly going crazy.

But it's no use. In another second, thin hands are pushing insistently at his shoulder, the message obvious. And although Luke wants to ignore it, wants to pretend his pretty lover is willing, he can't. He stills his hips and groans, lets his head fall into the crook of Calum's neck.

For a few long moments, only the harsh sound of deep breathing fills the room. Then Calum breaks the silence.

"I'm not ready yet, baby." He sounds so guilt-ridden, so sad. And if it was a month earlier, Luke would immediately start apologizing, flooded by remorse and guilt at trying to push his lover before he's ready. Right now though, he remembers how Calum's eyes crinkled with laughter as Michael pulled him down onto his lap, how comfortable he always looks with his best-friend.

He groans and rolls off Calum, onto his back, stares up at the orange ceiling of the daybed and tries to ignore his throbbing erection. But it doesn't last and Calum's rolled over onto him again until he's staring into the brunette's dark eyes. Calum rests his weight over Luke's chest and brings thin fingers up to scratch at the blond stubble Luke's neglected to shave once again.

"I-I promise, Luke. Your 18th birthday and I won't say no anymore."

Luke sighs. His 18th birthday. Still 107 days away. Waiting a few months hadn't sounded that bad when they first got together on Calum's 18th. Now each day feels like a life-sentence and Luke doesn't know if he's going to even survive till his 18th birthday with all this sexual frustration.

"Why do we have to wait?" He asks, even though he knows no answer would satisfy him. Settling his hands on the back of Calum's jeans again, he traces the sliver of velvet skin at the edge between his jeans and shirt.

Calum drops his eyes, breaking the connection between his own and those intense lust-filled blue-eyes that stare at him, wanting so much that he's just not ready to give yet. It's not because he doesn't desire Luke. But a half-year ago, a relationship with a man was so completely outside the range of possible, especially not one where he's the one being pursued.

Luke recognizes the vulnerable hunch to Calum's shoulders, and sighs in soft frustration. He brings one hand around to brush jet black hair off the brunette's forehead.

"I'm sorry, baby." Luke sits up against the pillows, and brings Calum to rest comfortably against his chest. "I don't need any explanations. You're worth waiting for."

Calum sighs at the gentle pressure of Luke's lips against his forehead; soon the blond is trailing soft kisses down his face, against the corner of his eyes and brushing against his cheek before he claims Calum's mouth again.

This time, Luke is slow and careful, gently easing Calum into a tender kiss that doesn't make demands or want too much.