It had been harmless, really. Just some casual flirting and a few suggestive remarks or looks, but that's about as far as it went between you and Calum.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't fancy him a bit, but he was hopelessly out of your league and appeared to be entirely disinterested when it came to anything beyond light teasing, and you accepted that. Not mentioning the fact that wherever you turned, there seemed to be a new girl on his arm or sneaking out of his dressing room. It just wasn't meant to be.
But that day, you were feeling confident. You had your favorite pair of jeans on, your hair had actuallydecided to cooperate that day, and you, Calum, and the rest of the boys were all hanging around the tour bus, not doing anything in particular as the vehicle navigated through traffic in order to bring the band to their next venue. Honestly, things were pretty good.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Luke called from the couch, legs propped up on Michael's lap who was idly watching TV. "Do you mind getting me a soda?"
He was nodding over at the appliance next to you with a small smile and you complied, standing up and opening the mini-fridge door to get a can.
"Me too," Calum piped up, causing you to pointlessly blush as you flickered your gaze over to the boy. He was sprawled on the couch lazily, shirt riding up a little to reveal a glimpse of his tan torso and the waistband of his boxers.
You grabbed another soda for him before straightening up once more and padding over to Luke first, handing him his drink.
"Thanks, (Y/N)," he drawled, eyes focused on Michael who was absentmindedly fiddling around with Luke's fingers.
You then turned around to walk over to Calum whose pensive gaze was already trained on you, watching your movements steadily. You shyly stepped forward to give him his drink, but it was at that moment that the bus lurched and you lost your balance, falling on top of him.
He groaned as you tried to regain your balance from the fall and it took you a moment to realize that your hand was right on his crotch, fingers practically clenching around the rather large bulge where his dick was.
"Shit!" you exclaimed, heat rushing to your cheeks as you withdrew your hand hastily. "I'm s-so sorry."
Calum was grasping your arms to keep you steady, head level to yours as he looked down at where your hand had just been. He was wearing a foreign expression as his eyes flickered back up to yours to study you. But instead of trying to figure out what he was thinking, you instinctively reeled backwards, away from him, nearly falling onto Luke and Michael.
"Aw, crud," you heard Ashton yell from somewhere in the back of the bus. "My piss missed the toilet."
You avoided Calum's gaze as you tossed him his stupid soda that was still in your other hand and fled to the bunks at the back of the bus, morbidly embarrassed, narrowly avoiding Ashton as he stepped out of the bathroom with a distressed expression.
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When you guys finally stopped at a gas station so that the tour bus could refuel with gas, you couldn't be happier, practically sprinting out of the vehicle before it even came to a halt, eager to stretch your legs and cool down after the horrifying moment from earlier.
You usually had an hour or so before the bus was on the road again (*wink wink*) and watched as Luke, Ashton, and Michael piled out of it, silently waiting for Calum to follow, but he never did.
You didn't let this bother you as you joined the boys in their usual laps around the gas station, only partially tuning into their mindless conversation. However, after about ten minutes of this, you decided you'd rather face Calum than endure another second of their idiotic banter and quickly turned back on your heel. The boys didn't even notice as you walked in the opposite direction, back to the bus.
You stopped right outside the door, hand hovering over the handle hesitantly as you debated whether to go in or not. Upon coming to the realization that it was stupid of you to get so flustered over a guy(especially Calum, who couldn't be bothered to throw away his used condoms half the time), you sucked in a tight breath and pushed the door open silently.
As soon as you did so, you heard a breathy moan and the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. You ascended the few steps that were there and peered over the metallic barrier separating the rest of the bus from the driver's area, eyes widening once you saw Calum.
He was sitting shirtless on the couch, head thrown back, jeans pooled at his ankles. His hand was enclosed loosely around his cock, moving up and down at a rapid pace as his eyes screwed shut, countless curses and groans escaping his plump lips.
You could tell he was simply looking for a release and nothing more as he desperately pumped up and down, hips bucking a few times because of the speed. Already a bit of precum was forming on the head of his dick, oozing a bit over the side.
You fought back the gasp threatening to surface as you watched him with a mixture of shock and awe. You couldn't help but admire the way his sculpted chest glistened with sweat and the way his hair looked matted to his forehead.
"C'mon, baby, just a little faster, I know you can take all of me," he panted, taking you by surprise.
You were confused at first before realizing that he was imagining someone was there, that it wasn't his hand doing the job. Your heart sunk just a little as you wondered who that person was.
"I love having your pretty little mouth wrapped around me, Princess." His hands moved even faster, if that was even possible. "I want you to moan my name as I cum. I want you to take it all down your throat like a good girl."
You could tell that he was really desperate for a release. But despite the angry red color of his dick and his frantic movements, he just wasn't getting there. And that was clearly frustrating him.
"C'mon, (Y/N), take me a little deeper," he moaned, causing you to let out a little gasp.
You clapped your hands over your mouth as his eyes flew open, flailing wildly across the room before landing on you. His movements suddenly stopped as he looked at you with the same foreign expression as before. He didn't seem embarrassed or flustered.
You both stared at each other for a long moment before he tilted his head to the side.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" he said. "Or are you going to be a good girl and help me finish?"
