Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 19 (edited May 2021)

Warnings: some unconsensual kissing between another man and Luke

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"Why aren't you dressed sexier?" Luke asked as he fixed the strap of his top. Calum rolled his eyes as he listened to the sound of his sandals clapping against the floor.

"Because I still have a boyfriend, Luke. I'll be keeping an eye on you but I won't be doing much else," Calum shrugged. They were about to approach a club called Mirrors, Luke's pre-gaming from dinner showing in the way that he was already loose limbed and lacking a filter.

"Oh right. Have you talked to him?" Luke asked as they got in the line for the entrance. Calum shook his head as he crossed his arms in the cold weather.

"No, I haven't turned my phone on since we got here. I don't know what to say anymore. I won't apologize for what I said to Michael, I won't," Calum shook his head. Luke nodded, wrapping his arm around Calum's shoulder as they neared the front of the line.

"You don't need to apologize. You were sticking up for me and I love you for that. But if you let this hurt your relationship, I'll personally punch you both in the face," Luke said with an exaggeratedy sweet smile. Calum laughed lightly, leaning closer to Luke's side.

"I'll call him tomorrow. I just want to dance with you for a while, maybe have a few glasses of wine or something" Calum said.

"That sounds like a great idea," Luke smiled as they got to the bouncer, showing their IDs. They walked inside of the crowded club, Luke's body filling with energy as he dragged Calum to the bar.

"Six shots and a few limes," Luke demanded, slapping money on to the bar along with his ID. The bartender nodded, pouring six glasses of tequila and placing six limes on a small plate. Calum sighed as three shots were slid in front of him. Luke held one up, waiting for Calum to do the same.

"To an awesome fucking night," Luke yelled over the music.

"An awesome fucking night," Calum repeated as their glasses clinked and they put them to their lips, tilting their heads back and allowing the liquid to burn down their throats. Calum cringed, placing a lime between his teeth and biting down. Luke did the same, rolling his neck as he picked up another shot.

"To you and Ash," He said.

"I'll drink to that," Calum said, clicking his glass against Luke's then taking the shot and biting into another lime.

"To Michaels poor, sensitive, douchebag heart. May it rot," Luke said. Calum frowned but cheered with Luke anyways.

"Alright, come dance with me now," Luke said, giggling as he led Calum to the dance floor. The blonde got right into it, swaying and rolling his hips. Calum danced along with Luke, less sexual but he still having a good time.

Calum followed Luke back and forth to the bar, watching the blonde take shots and drink cups of beer, as he only drank the three shots from before and half of a shitty glass of wine. Luke continuously tried to get Calum to drink but the boy wasn't feeling it.

"Can I cut in here?" A firm voice asked the two dancing boys. Luke bit his lip teasingly as Calum nodded, giving Luke a look as he walked back over to the bar.