Fanboy||Muke AU

0.7

Michael

Harshly tapping the keys on the board, I wait for the page to load slowly – the graphics and pixels taking a lot longer than it should be doing for a simple webpage – and I switch my speakers on low as I wait. It takes all of 10 minutes for the page to finally load, the radio stations logo across the top and a picture of 5sos in the middle of the screen announcing that they're on the morning show today.

I click a button saying 'Listen Here!' and I wait for the audio to buffer. My phone alerts me of each boy tweeting about the show; making sure we listen or send in requests and questions. I never partake, I merely listen and enjoy the entertainment they provide me.

As I listen to the presenters' waffle on about boring American shit that I don't even understand, I click open a new word document and type a title:

Tour Smut

I definitely get giddy at the thought of writing this smut, and I'm destined to make it one of my better pieces of writing, but I know it will only just get started today as I'm writing and listening to the boys on the radio.

I spoon another mouthful of my late breakfast into my mouth and I chew quickly, my hunger getting the better of me and I end up dribbling some milk down my chin and shirt.

"Jesus Christ," I grumble, setting the bowl down and wiping my face and top. Who would have thought I'm 19 and still getting my food down me?

Shrugging my shoulders and deciding I don't really care as I'm home alone and not planning on leaving my room today, I crack my knuckles and stare at the blank word document for a minute or two, then I plunge into my erotic world and let the words flow over the page.

Luke had finished his show about 10 minutes ago. I, however, had decided to leave just before the encore. I know it will freak him out to find out that I've gone – especially without leaving him a message with a member of his crew or even a text – but, I wanted to be alone and not in the crowded arena. It also didn't help that Luke was wearing a tank top that emphasised his growing biceps, too tight skinny jeans that elongated his already long legs, and a smirk that always has me weak at the knees.

Yes, Luke Hemmings is my boyfriend and my kryptonite.

Removing my own jeans, I lay down in the bunk we share and close my eyes. I'm hard, like painfully hard, and all I want to do is have Luke relieve me, but it's not like we're in a hotel or somewhere with privacy. He will never be down for fucking in his tour bus, and I completely understand, but my hormonal mind wants otherwise.

"Mikey?" his voice calls through the silent bunk, and I pop my head out of the curtain closing his bunk off to the rest of the bus.

"Hey," I smile, flinching slightly when I feel my boxers and my legs brush lightly against my aching cock.

"What you doing? I was worried when you weren't backstage," he frowns, walking closer to me and I just smile at his concern.

"Nothing, it was just getting loud in there..." I trail off, wanting to tell him the real reason about me being turned on, but he will just encourage me to get a cold shower. Alone.

"Oh," he pulls the hem of his shirt up and wipes at his sweaty face, revealing his toned and tanned stomach with the small, dark hairs trailing down to the waistband of his jeans. My mouth literally waters at the sight and I can feel my cock throb with the need to be touched. Is he torturing me? Because, that's how it feels, "We're alone."

"Excuse me?" I look up wide eyed when I realise I didn't hear what he said, and he smirks at me while biting his lip. He's doing this on purpose.