cake oneshots || book one

All Over The Road

Credit: gonefornow

So it mentions sex but there's no ACTUAL sex so...sorry lol.

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME RECOMMENDATIONS FOR CAKE SMUT STORIES OR SOMETHING IM DESPERATE! I think I've read like all of them I swear

I have a thing for daddy/princess stories (don't judge I bet all of you do too deep down inside your jet black souls (jet black heart)) so those would be cool but anything works really

Hell if you write smut send me some you've written cause I NEED MORE SMUT IVE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO READ

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"L-Luuke..." The sound of his name, so sweet and enticing on those sinful lips, sends a jolt straight to Luke's groin. Swerving, he curses but resolutely manages to keep his eyes on the road. It would be a giant mistake to turn around and look at his beautiful band-mate right now. Already, that soft pleading voice is tempting him to simply pull over and give in to Calum's demands.

They have to make it their rental, back to the comfort of Luke's large bed where he can take his time and do this right. It will not be their first time together; Luke has fücked Calum before. But the opportunity presents itself painfully infrequently and Luke simply refuses to allow another bad experience that might make Calum even less inclined to let this happen again in the future.

Their relationship changed from dude-bro band-mates to this nameless, confusing, and utterly addictive thing on Calum's 21st birthday. They were both drunk that first time. Luke can't say exactly how it started although he has pieced together enough of his memory to know that a heated argument in some producer's kitchen somehow led to desperate kisses and fumbling touches.

After that, they fell into this destructive, hateful, delicious 'relationship' that Luke has no control over but simply cannot get enough of. Calum is the one who decides when and where or even if Luke has a shot, and the blond has not yet formulated a plan to make this a more permanent arrangement.

Just ten more minutes and we're home. I can wait ten minutes.

"Wanna ride you...," Calum's warm, alcohol-tinged breath tickles his ear as the man leans precariously over the console from the passenger side, fighting valiantly against his seat-belt in his efforts. Luke groans and drives a little faster, not knowing whether he should thank or curse every deity that Calum, in his inebriated condition, seems to have forgotten how to undo the damn thing.

Momentarily given up on his fight with his seat-belt, Calum resorts to begging as he rubs his face against Luke's tensed right shoulder. Fighting arousal, Luke takes in a deep breath and his senses are overwhelmed by the rainy-freshness of Calum's shampoo. "P-please, don't you wanna let me ride you Lukey...? Oh god... bet you'll be so deep inside me from that angle, spreading me wide open..."

Those words send another jolt of electricity to Luke's groin and he swerves again, barely managing to keep them on the road. "Wait baby... please, just let me get you home," he begs, hoping Calum will pay attention.

Calum does not pat attention. A rough, tan hand with thin, blunt-headed fingers sneaks its way over the console and across Luke's right thigh to rub teasingly at his painfully hard erection. Luke's breath hitches in his throat; it's been two painful weeks since Calum last came to him and now he has no more self-control. He steps a little harder on the gas-pedal and turns to look at Calum, begging him with blue eyes to rub faster.

Except looking at him is a mistake. Calum's face is deliciously flushed, his dark hair falling in an artful disarray over his forehead. His kiss-bruised lips spread into a languid grin as he beckons Luke with his deep, dark eyes.