Dancing | Cake✔

Nineteen

I haven't updated in forever omg

So sorry, I've just been swamped with homework (I literally got homework on the first day of school... um wtf bitchy history teacher)

Promise to try my best to write some for you guys by the end of the week

_____

"Calum!" I jumped at the sound of Luke's voice. I shrugged my jacket off, watching him stomp towards me by the door. "Where were you?"

"Going for a walk," I said simply, slipping my shoes off. When I looked up at him I saw that he had his eyes narrowed at me. "What?"

"You don't smell like smoke..." he trailed off. Thank God for cologne, I thought to myself, giving Luke a cheeky smile. He shook his head as we just stared at each other.

When he grabbed my shirt and slammed our lips together, I was shocked to say the least, but I still kissed back nonetheless. I gripped his hips and pushed us as close together as possible. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I opening my mouth allowing him entrance.

In between kisses he breathed, "You" -kiss- "taste" -kiss- "like" -kiss- "smoke." I smiled into the kiss, softly grinding our lower regions against each other, earning a small gasp from him. He pulled back to lead me to couch, pulling me down on top of him as he sprawled across the entire length of it. "You're so lucky Mikey and Ash went out for a bit," he whispered before molding our lips together again.

I let him almost lead in a way; be more dominant, for the time being. I mean, but I was the one on top of him. I detached my lips from his soft pink ones and reattached them to the skin right below his ear. He let out a struggled moan.

"Don't be afraid to moan for me, baby," I grunted, pushing his hair out of his face.

I reached down and undid his jeans, somehow managing to get them off without having to stop my kisses on his neck. A sudden string on curse words escaped his mouth as I cupped his hard-on, palming him through his boxers.

His hands reached down to the hem of my shirt, tugging on it slightly upwards. "Off," he demanded, his usual sea blue eyes now a darker shade. I obliged, throwing my shirt off across the room somewhere, doing the same to his shirt shortly after. I slid out of my own jeans, leaving us both in our underwear.

I took a moment to stare at his body. It was so pure; so untouched. While mine was covered in tattoos, hiding most of my natural tan. I carefully pulled my attention to his soft hands tracing down my chest, his thumb brushing over specific patches of ink.

"Luke," I growled as his hand slid from my torso to my boxers. "F-Fuck." Even if his hand was doing some work on me, I still didn't refrain from doing the same to him.

He made sure to keep at the same speed and pace as I did. His hips bucked up and his back arched slightly when I would run my thumb over his tip, and he would have to take a moment before continuing to move his hand.

After many more moans, groans, swear words, and mumbled names we were both at our climaxes. Soon both of our hands were covered in a certain white substance.

I stared down at him, barely able to keep myself held up with both arms. "Can we do this every time I smoke?" I asked teasingly.

Luke rolled his eyes yet a small smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. "Let's just stick to dancing next time, yeah?"

_____

So I'm just gonna put that there... yeah my terrible attempt at a little smut

Btw I have a new Muke book called Motorcycle :) if you guys could go check it out that'd be great