L.R.H & C.T.H | cake one shots | boyxboy

Birthday Wishes

Word count: 564
Summary: Calum still hasn't posted a birthday message.

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"My birthday's almost over," Luke murmurs, blue eyes fixed on the slender, young brunette draped across the couch, a blanket covering his lower half to ward off the chill in their studio backroom.

"Oh?" Calum asks, not deigning to look up from his phone and acknowledge the hurt tone in Luke's voice.

"Everyone else already wished me a happy birthday on twitter. Not just Mikey and Ash or my family either. Our fans. Our friends. Everybody."

"You're a popular guy," Calum says absentmindedly, smiling at something he sees on his screen.

Luke lets out a deep sigh and sinks into an armchair across from the other boy. Nothing's been the same between them since he made the mistake three weeks ago of getting drunk enough to throw caution out the window and kiss Calum. "Everybody. Except you."

Evidently, his frustration is obvious enough in his voice to pull Calum's attention from the phone. The brunette turns wide, unblinking eyes toward him.

"You're pouting because you want me to wish you a happy birthday on twitter & I haven't done it yet?" He deadpans.

Now Luke feels like an idiot. He shrugs and hopes it doesn't show.

"Hmm..." Calum sets aside his phone and taps his chin thoughtfully. "I was thinking you might want a more ... personal greeting from me."

He slinks up from the couch and instantly, Luke's throat is as dry as a bone. He didn't notice before in the dim lighting conditions, but it's obvious now that Calum is wearing one of his plaid button-ups with bare legs exposed. The shirt skims long and low on him, the top buttons undone enough so the material slips down one tan shoulder, not quite able to stay up when it's meant to fit Luke's broader frame. Calum has grown since they started the band; Luke's just grown faster.

He hardly blinks unwilling to miss a single moment of this as Calum crosses the small space between them. Then he's got a lap full of warm, seductive Calum and Luke forgets to breath.

"So what do you think?" Calum asks, brown eyes teasing as his fingers stroking over the prominent bump of Luke's Adam's apple. "Better than a twitter message?"

Luke can only nod his head in vigorous agreement, trapped and wanting as Calum shifts subtly in his lap, grinding into him. His cock twitches in anticipation when his hands settle on the round globes of Calum's ass and feel nothing beneath the plaid.
Oh god. So much better than a twitter message.

"Mm..." Calum smiles, approving. "I thought you might like it."
The brunette slowly leans forward, closing the scant few inches between them until Luke can almost taste the sweet chocolate of his mouth. He almost wants to cry when Calum stops a hair's breath away.

"Happy birthday, Lucas," Calum murmurs, dark eyes projecting back all the desire Luke feels. And something else too... something fragile and too new for either of them to voice out loud.

Seeing it eats Luke's last sinew of control and he can't stop himself from leaning up and crushing those delectable lips into a bruising, claiming kiss.
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When Luke wakes up the next morning, there's still no birthday message from Calum on his twitter feed. He smiles at the slender body still fast asleep in his arms.
That's okay. He can do without.

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