Masterpieces {Book 2}

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Credit; spaces

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Legit just car smut lmAo

Enjoy ;)

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The full moon shines light into Luke's car, the radiance casting a white luster on Calum's and Luke's skin. Oh, and the light also illuminated Calum's bulge through his jeans pretty well too, Luke thought. Calum has his head up against the window: sleeping. Luke's eyes are focused on the straight stretch of road, seldom did another car pass by.

Calum groans and slowly opens his eyes, he looks at Luke, admiring his messy blond hair and glowing skin.

"Fuck, Luke." Calum rasps, sleep apparent in his voice, "You look so hot right now." He eyes Luke's tall, slouched figure at the driver's seat.

"If I look so hot, then why don't you suck me off?" Luke jokes. But, it seems that's exactly what Calum has in mind.

Calum turns down the rock station that was playing on the radio. The raven haired boy smiles coyly at the blond and leans slightly towards him, tracing his finger lightly around Luke's inner thigh. He shudders, the friction causing blood to rush to his growing erection. Calum's index finger catches at the zipper of Luke's jeans. He looks up at Luke with pupils expanded with lust. Calum pulls down the zipper. Luke tries to thrust toward his hand to gain any sort of friction, but Calum makes quick work.

Calum struggles to peel of Luke's skinny jeans: his fingers hook underneath the waistband and nails scratch the milky white skin. Luke moans, surprised at the sensation. The black fabric falls down his calves and pools at his ankles. Luke's bulge tents in his plaid boxers.

"Oh, Luke Hemmings. Would you give me the honor of giving you road head?" Calum faux bows. Well, at least the best you could in a car.

"If we die tonight, it's your fault," Luke says.

"We won't die as long as you don't swerve off the fuckin' road," Calum snickers and starts to palm Luke though the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Fuck, Cal," Luke rasps, knuckles turning white on steering wheel. Calum hooks his finger around the elastic of Luke's boxers, lightly dragging the fabric over Luke's veiny cock. Calum bends down, puffing hot breath on the head of his bare member.

"Shit. Stop teasing," Luke is desperate. "Please." Calum kneels in his seat and leans down. He flattens his wet tongue and licks from the bottom of Luke's dick to the top, his muscle swirling around the head. Calum keeps licking up and down Luke's length. His hips involuntarily buck, craving more friction.

"Shit shit shit that's good." Luke mumbles.

Calum grips the boy's small thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh. He spits, the liquid coating the head of his cock and slowly drips down the sides. His lips wrap around the top of the younger boy's dick, sucking softly. Calum's hand pumps the base of his shaft, eliciting delicious moans and whines from Luke.

The tanned boy swallows more of Luke, his moistened lips slowly enveloping his cock. He hollows his cheeks and starts sucking harder, humming around Luke's erection. Luke takes shallow breaths, hips lightly bucking and his cock forcing itself deeper into Calum's wet mouth. Calum sputters, but keeps sucking. His warm spit runs down Luke's dick and onto his inner thighs.

He pops his mouth off of Luke's dick, which is accompanied by Luke whining.

"C'mon, Cal," Luke grunts.