Masterpieces {Book 2}

Make it up to you

Credit; punknouis

Midterms are ew,, and i haven't done smut in 5ever so why Tf not

~Cal walks in on Luke's 'me time' ~

Enjoy ;)
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Luke doesn't really know why he tweeted it, doesn't know why he basically proclaimed to all 3 million of his twitter followers that he was gunna have a wank, but he did.

He should've been sleeping, they had to be up at 5:30 for radio stuff, but it had been so long since he'd jacked off properly and he had been aching for it. He was so horny that he fidgeted the whole car ride back from Manchester. He tried to ignore it, telling himself he needed the sleep more. But by the time they reached their hotel, his erection was straining against his jeans and he knew there was no way he could go to sleep like this.

It was a little after one when the boys finally pulled up to the hotel. Luke practically fell on his face as he sprinted out of the car. "Careful there bud, wouldn't wanna hurt yourself before you even get started on your 'me time'," Ashton quipped, clapping a hand on Luke's shoulder as he walked past him and entered the rear entrance of the hotel. Luke flushed red as he heard Calum laugh from behind him but walked on.

He was bouncing on the balls of his toes as they ascended up to their floor. Michael looked over at him and snorted while Ashton just shook his head. Luke didn't really care. He wasn't as okay with jerking off in the bathroom of their tour bus or in the bunks as the other boys were; he liked his privacy and if this was what he was going to have to do to get it then so be it.

Luke was the first one out of the elevator, pushing past the boys without even saying a word. "Good night Luke! Have fun!" Calum called after him as Luke speed-walked down the hallway. Luke grunted a response, to pent up with anticipation to worry about acknowledging him. He reached his room and fumbled through his pockets looking for his room key. He slid it through the lock and pushed open the door, rushing in.

He dropped his stuff on the bedside table and kicked off his shoes before spreading out on the bed. Luke closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath as he ran his hands down his jean clad thighs. He undid the button in his jeans and pulled down his zipper, relieving some pressure.

He sat up and yanked his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the ground beside him as he leaned over the side of the bed to rummage through his bag. He grabbed the small bottle of lube and laid back down. Luke took another deep breath to slow himself down, he didn't wanna rush and have things end before they even got started.

Luke hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and lifted his hips, shimmying the pants down his long legs and taking his socks off with them. He flung them off the bed to join his shirt. Luke ran a hand down his chest, his fingertips ghosting over his nipples and giving himself goose bumps.

Luke ran his index finger underneath the waistband of his boxers slowly before palming himself through the thin material. He let out a groan at the pressure and pulled his boxers down all the way, freeing his erection and feeling it slap up against his stomach. He kicked his boxers off his legs clumsily and spread his legs out all the way.

He gave his cock a quick squeeze at the base and reached over to uncap the lube. He spread the cold gel over his hands, attempting to warm it up a bit, and gave his cock another squeeze. He let out a shaky sigh as he started a steady pace, jacking his fist up and down, squeezing a bit at the base and twisting his wrist at the tip. Luke brushed his thumb over the tip and let out a moan.

He bit his own lip to try and keep a little bit quiet, the slick sound of lube resonating was loud enough and he knew as well as anyone that the walls in hotels are paper thin. Luke lifted his legs so his feet were planted on the bed and his knees were bent. Luke arched his back as he quickened the pace of his fist. He knew he was close, but it wasn't going to be enough, it never was.