❝ MILES APART ❞

☼ twenty four ☼

calum; 12:01 PM
luke; 12:01 AM

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calum;

calum could only imagine what would it be like to see luke laying on his bed, with nothing but a short, little skirt on, a pair of lacy, soft pink panties hiding underneath. so when luke pops up on his laptop screen, wearing nothing else but one of his little tennis skirts on, he fucking looses it (and his pants too).

"shit," his breath gets caught up in his throat as his eyes collide with luke's blue, shining ones.

the blonde is leaning back against the headboard of his bed, his hands placed neatly on top of his thighs, his short skirt giving calum a full on display of his milky, smooth skin. and under that skirt, his eyes can make out the reason of his death.

"happy two months!" luke says in a cute, enthusiastic tone. and even in situations like this, – where calum is sure he's going to explode from how hard he is – luke still manages to be the most adorable person there is. and jesus fuck, can calum get more lucky?

they've only been together for two months, but it honestly feels like they're been together forever. and they have, just not in the boyfriend-boyfriend type of way. calum doesn't know how could he live before without calling luke his.

"baby," calum breathes out through his nose, the atmosphere suddenly getting hot and heavy.

luke is glowing, shining, like a whole full moon at night, making it impossible for calum to take his eyes off him. without any doubt, luke is an artwork calum could admire forever.

"do you like it?" luke asks softly. he sits on his knees and cocks his head to the side, his fingers playing with the end of his skirt. "it's just for you."

"yeah," calum says and nods slowly, his eyes (and dick) still not believing the sight. "can you – uh – turn around for me?"

"whatever you want, cal." luke speaks again, a shy but pretty smile on his lips. his hair is all over the place and some strands fall flat against his forehead, and he looks beautiful.

he turns around, so his back is facing the screen. calum adjusts the laptop on his lap, his mouth letting out a little whimper when it rubs against his growing hard-on.

"on all fours, baby." he speaks, voice shaky and eager to have a better view of luke's pretty ass. and it's fucking ridiculous how much he wants to touch him, to lift his little skirt up and feel for himself, to have luke's smooth skin under his fingertips.

luke slowly leans down on the bed, his skirt riding up and up and up until his ass is all exposed to calum. calum's breath hitches, his cock twitching at the sight of luke. oh the things he would do to him if he was there..

"so pretty, baby.." calum sighs contently and places his laptop beside him so he can start touching himself. luke whimpers calum's name and starts rolling his hips down against the mattress, destroying calum completely.

"calum," luke says, voice fragile. "w-what else do you want me to do?"

calum's hand pushes past the waistband of his boxers and wraps around the base of his cock, just holding it tightly. he bites his lip and lets out a puff of breath, his toes curling on the white sheets.