cake oneshots || book two

You're The Thing That I Cant Quit (E)

Credit: pommedhappy

You got what I want want want, you're here and then you're gone gone gone...

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Luke lets himself fall back on the bed with a sigh, eyeing desperately at his hard-on. He's been trying for more that half an hour now, but the damn thing refuses to go away and his hand is starting to ache. His breathing is erratic and he feels exhausted, and yet, he isn't satisfied, hasn't been in a long time. It had been three weeks since the last time he had made himself come and he was becoming quite frustrated to say the least. A first he thought that it was caused by the lack of time or the stress or by the perpetual rush they live in, but he had to admit that it made no sense; especially because he is quite certain to know why he's in this situation, but it's pretty hard to accept.

This whole mess started after a show. They were celebrating their good performance in a club, drinking happily and dancing the adrenaline away. Calum was jumping to the sound of the music, a pretty girl with long wavy brown hair attached to his front, and Michael had dragged Luke on the dance floor making stupid moves to make him laugh. It was fun and carefree, liberating in a way. The ambiance changed when Calum came back to them carrying three glasses, well at least it changed for Luke because Michael just took his beer with a gleeful smile and managed to drink it while moving around without spilling a drop of it. But Luke... Luke was sure his heart just missed a beat at the sight of Calum, and he couldn't take his eyes off his bandmate. His raven hair was wet from sweat and his chocolate eyes were literally glittering under the neon lights.

Luke didn't know what was so different about Calum that particular night, but it was as if his old weird crush was suddenly coming back with full force. They also had danced together, arms tightly wrapped around each other while trying to move awkwardly to the sound of the music. Luke hadn't been able to shake the feeling of the older man since that day, and apparently this moment also messed up with his libido. Now he can't jerk off to the idea of an imaginary girl anymore because Calum is always on his mind, and using his best friend's image when he's about to come always make Luke feel so guilty that he just can't finish.

That's why he's currently lying in his big bed (they have the privilege of a hotel room for the night) naked, feeling ridiculous, and so, so tired. He sighs once more before standing and taking the direction of the bathroom; a cold shower might help his situation, even if only temporarily. He doesn't have a problem to fall asleep after that; but his problem starts over in the morning when he wakes up with a hard-on, again.

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Luke has been snappy all day, which didn't really surprise his best friends anymore, he has the habit of being kind of a dick in the morning; but they are at one hour until the start of the show, now, and his mood isn't going away. Michael finally crushes him in a bear hug, waiting for Luke to relax before letting his arms go so he can wrap his arms around his friend back. "Stop being bitchy and play a round of Fifa with me."

So Luke does, and he has to admit he feels a little bit better after that, as if laughing and teasing his best friend about the video game helps remove some of the tension from his body. The show is good, and Luke finds himself smiling at the end of it, sweaty and tired but happy. He almost forgets about his situation entirely, and he probably would have if they didn't have the marvelous idea to go out that night.

He's in a club, again. The place is nice, he's not going to lie about it, the ambiance is chilled, funnily enough, and the music isn't shitty, loud but not deafening. And he's having fun, doing shots at the bar with Calum and some of their tour crew, while Michael is speaking animatedly with a fan not far from them. Luke is fine, he really is, and when Calum comes back from the dance floor and snuggles up to him, wrapping his arm around Luke's neck and pressing his chest to the younger boy's back, begging him to come dance with him, Luke accepts without a second thought.