cake oneshots || book two

The Bruises On Your Thighs Like My Fingerprints (You're About To Bloom) (E)

Credit: Migs

Coincidence that those lyrics were captioning a picture of cake in 5sos's Instagram? I think not

Okay but alpha omega one shots are👌🏻

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Calum loves Luke's ass. It's big and it's round and it's his. Kind of. Luke might be his boyfriend but Calum doesn't want to be one of those overbearing ones. He knows that Michael and Ashton know just how much it riles him up when they touch Luke's butt. Luke thinks they only do it because they like to tease him, he is completely oblivious to the fact that they are actually doing it to tease Calum. Today has been extremely crazy what with Ashton spanking Luke in front of the whole arena. Calum could feel his blood boil as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching dangerously as he barely restrained himself from picking Luke up over his shoulder and carrying him of stage to the nearest flat surface.

To a flat surface like the hotel bed he is currently siting on, fresh boxers on and hair still damp from his shower. He is mindlessly surfing channels, not paying attention to the TV at all as he thinks of the stage incident. He knows that Ashton knows that he hasn't gotten any in three days as the last three days have been bus days thus Calum was denied some quality time with his boyfriend's lovely behind. He knew it was affecting Luke as well. He could see it in his jerky movements. His bouncing left leg when he was sitting down. In the way he was always leaning on Calum to get some much craved intimacy.

Luke was a touchy boy. He liked to touch and feel but he absolutely craved to be touched himself. He would curl around the first willing body and try to nap on anyone that would let him. Calum knew it was nothing personal. Just the way Luke was. Needy for a touch and unashamed of his need. It used to drive Calum crazy how the blond would curl around anyone he'd feel comfortable with. It used to make Calum feel like he was replaceable. He knew better now. He knew that whilst Luke might always let other people touch him there are some things that are only reserved for Calum.

Like his perfect round peach emoji butt. That was one of the rare things Luke actually didn't want people to touch. He liked people to admire and praise it but he only allowed Calum to touch it.

Calum doesn't like it when other people touch his boyfriend's perfect arse. Because what if someone can touch it better than Calum? What if Luke leaves him for someone who can pleasure him better? Calum can't let that happen. He can't let someone take away his future with Luke, their two dogs and a litter of puppies, just because they worshiped that ass better than he did.

By the time Luke emerges from the probably flooded bathroom Calum has turned off the TV and convinced himself Luke will leave him for a stranger with bigger hands and a bigger dick whose name is Ashton and who plays in that lame band everyone listens to. Maybe Luke will get himself two boyfriends. One that will eat him out better that Calum can. Rumour has it Michael Clifford gives good head.

Rationally, Calum knows none of his bandmates would ever steal his boyfriend and he knows that as much as Luke likes to be admired, he wouldn't just up and leave Calum for some quality arse grabbing. It wouldn't hurt to remind him though, who can satisfy him the best. So when Luke drops the towel and bends over the suitcase, purposefully giving Calum an eyeful, the older boy thinks there's no harm in reminding Luke who can worship him best.

"Babe." Calum calls out to Luke who curiously turns his head around, still bent over the suitcase with a white T-shirt in his hands.

"Yeah?" The blond replies curiously, straightening his back as he waits for Calum to continue.

"Cmere." The Maori boy mumbles and makes grabby hands towards his boyfriend who happily obliges, abandoning any clothing he managed to collect so far and stepping in between Calum's spread legs and awaiting embrace.