Smut / lemons

Luke Hemmings

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"I swear, you two are a disaster."

At Calum's slicing words, both you and your boyfriend, Luke, simultaneously break into a bewildered frown.

"What are you talking about?" Luke asks, shifting from his position with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers continue to wrap around the strands of hair, enjoying the silky texture.

"You never do anything fun!" Calum exclaims, chocolate brown eyes carved into slits as he watches the both of you. "When was the last time you did something for a thrill? Or a dare? Either of you?"

You look down to see Luke concentrating, pink tongue caught between his pearly whites. "Ummm..."

Calum nods, slapping his knee. "See! This is what I'm talking about! You're only young once, you guys need to get out more and live a little."

"And how do you suggest we do that?" You ask, confused as to what he actually wants from you.

"Go skinny dipping in your neighbour's pool."

At his words you and Luke immediately start protesting, the thought of breaking into someone's house to go swim in their pool disturbing you profoundly.

"You already said that they're away on holiday and they have those fancy water filters. You won't get caught and you'll get to experience something new!"

You look down at Luke, seeing conflict in his eyes. After a moment of deliberation you shrug, caving in.

"Fine. We'll go tonight and send some pictures as evidence. Happy?" You say. Calum nods, facing splitting into a triumphant grin.

"You'll enjoy it, I swear."

When Calum's gone back home, you and Luke talk out the mechanics of the plan. Neither of you fancy getting arrested for breaking and entering so you decide to use the hole in the fence to get into their garden and take a single lantern.

Fast forward to 10.30pm and you're both shitting bricks.

"I don't wanna go," Luke complains, lanky legs dragging him closer to the fence connecting both the gardens. You sigh, the temptation to turn around and give up nagging at you.

"Just think: in fifteen years we can tell this story to our kids," At the mention of a prolonged future, Luke seems to cheer up a little. His tense shoulders fall down and he regains the signature bounce in his walk.

Luke holds back the fence as you walk underneath, warm lantern held between your fingertips. He stumbles through after you, managing to hit his head on the wooden planks.

Luke winces, bringing his hand to his head to rub over the forming lump. A disgruntled pout falls across his face as he tugs on your hand.

You roll your eyes and push yourself on your tiptoes, ghosting your lips over the small bump. The habit to kiss each other better had started as a joke but soon spiralled into tradition, now every injury needing to be attended to by a kiss.

At your display of affection, Luke seems to perk up, leading the both of you to the edge of the wide pool.

"What now?" You breathe out, nerves filling you as you put the lantern on the patio. Luke begins to strip, pulling his shirt over his head quickly.

"Take off our clothes and swim, I think," Luke explains, unsure himself. You've seen films and heard stories of friends going skinny dipping but you've never dabbled in the art yourself.