Also part 2 to its looks like Calum and Luke are fücking.
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Luke literally straddled him I mean cmon
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Luke thinks that maybe he should've known when he opened the door and found the package on the front steps. The box itself was large and when Luke shook it, there was no noise from inside. Packing peanuts. It was addressed to him, had Mr. Luke Hemmings printed in blocky font and his address below. There was no return address and the box was unmarked from a sender, just brown cardboard and sticky white tape.
"No, I literally have no idea what it is." Luke holds the phone between his shoulder and ear, rifling through the refrigerator as he speaks to Ashton. "There isn't even a company name."
Ashton sighs. He's at work, probably trying to type out another excel sheet and file checks away at the same time, but had picked up on the first ring with a cheerful, "Luke!" He'd concluded that there was no other option but to open the package and see what it was, much to Luke's chagrin.
"I can't just open it." There's no legitimate reason to let the box sit. It's addressed to him and it's sitting on the kitchen counter waiting. "What if it's a bomb?"
Ashton laughs, muttering out a 'shit' right after. "Just open it, I'll call you later. Michael's on the other line." He hangs up, not waiting for Luke's goodbye.
Luke closes the refrigerator and leans against it, staring at the box. There's literally no reason to not open it, just nervous bubbles in his stomach that seem to scream don't do it. He approaches the box, shakes it again and pulls a knife from the rack, drawing it down the taped seam.
Packing peanuts spill from the box when he pulls the flaps up and a piece of paper falls to the floor. Luke ignores both, instead brushing the peanuts back from the unidentified object and pulling it out. It's wrapped in plastic and bubble wrap but he can see thin black straps and a large silver ring beneath the packaging. He can't help but let his curiousness get the better of him and pulls the plastic open.
His breath falters, catching in his throat as he unwraps the object. The black straps are tight around two silver rings, somehow both being held close and tight with said straps. It looks like a belt and Luke doesn't know what to do. He pushes the bubble wrap aside and lays the belt-like object flat on the counter, studying it. In reality it looks like some sort of kinky belt that would be in hardcore BDSM relationships, and Luke, for the life of him, can't remember ordering something of the sort, or having Calum express any interest in pursuing such a relationship. He pushes the object further onto the counter and cleans up the plastic wrap mess, debating on how to bring the package into conversation with his boyfriend.
He picks up the box only to notice the extra weight still in it, much more than a handful of packing peanuts could cause. It's there, wrapped up tight in bubble wrap and tape, mocking him before he's even fully processed what he was holding in his hand.
