Masterpieces {Book 2}

First time

{pic on the side; cake idea?? OR ANY SHIP DAYUM GENUIS AS HELL}

Credit; liam_stole_zayns_lollipop

JET BLACK HEART FUCKING BYE

i love purity ring fics which is interesting considering I'm religious oh.

Also, note; the only part i didn't like about this one shot, is it making it seem like Cal was gonna top and then Luke did. i can't stand when that happens, but i try to ignore Bc i feel cake is cake either way so I'm not gonna be picky yanno? Just when Luke is seen as the bottom and then tops it's like tf. But if you get super particular about who tops you're gonna be closed minded and miss out on a lot so remember to give stuff a try :)

Otherwise,

enjoy :p

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Calum took another bite of his food before turning his eyes back to the screen. They had planned to go out to the club or something but finally stayed in because of bad weather. It was slightly past 10:30 and he was sitting on his bed, in the hotel room that he was sharing with Michael, eating macaroni. Michael was sitting on the other bed, playing FIFA with Luke. Luke was currently sitting behind Calum, with his chest pressed against Calum's back, his legs on each sides of his, their thighs pressed together, and his hands around Calum's waist to hold his controller. Ashton was out, doing whatever Ashton did on his own. Luke groaned and elbowed Calum in the ribs when Michael again scored.

"Ow, what's that for?" Calum mumbled.

"Say something, distract him. I'm losing," Luke whispered; he always used Calum to distract Michael when they played FIFA. Although, Michael always won.

"Why am I even hungry at this time?" Calum said out loud.

Michael took a quick glance to his right before turning his attention back to the game. "That's what happens when you skip dinner."

"Yeah, right. I didn't have dinner. Where was I?" Calum asked thoughtfully, his fork stopped mid-way to his mouth.

"Sleeping," Michael mumbled.

"I'm hungry too," Luke said as he leant forward and closed his mouth around the forkful.

"Every time... every damn time... whenever someone's eating, you're hungry," Michael scoffed.

Calum ignored Michael's comment and brought another forkful to Luke's eager mouth. "Why was I sleeping when I had to be eating? Oh yeah, because Michael Clifford was playing video games until late last night and I couldn't sleep."

"Why don't you just shove that fork up your ass?" Michael rolled his eyes. "You've been a pain in the ass all day because I ruined a few minutes of your sleep."

"A few minutes? That was two goddamned hours," Calum argued.

"You know what? I'm just gonna ignore you."

Calum poke his tongue at Michael, who was no longer paying attention, and leant against Luke's chest as he kept eating.

"Stop feeding him," Michael said loudly. "He's not a baby anymore, he's 19."

"You're right, he's 19," Calum agreed, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "We need to get you laid."

"What?" Luke stopped whatever he was doing and looked at Calum, most precisely the side of Calum's face, considering how they were sitting.

"You're a grown up man now. You need to get laid," Calum stated, looking at Luke from the corner of his eyes.

"But... I'm not in a rush to have sex," Luke frowned.