cake oneshots || book two

We're Touching, We're Teasing, We Don't Need A Reason (E)

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"Calum, truth or dare?" Michael asks, his question entirely out of the blue in the previously silent room, the younger boy nearly asleep on the couch.

"What?" He asks, voice groggy and raspy.

Michael snorts a laugh and tosses a throw pillow at Calum's head to wake him up. "Truth or dare?"

Calum rolls his eyes, knowing he'll never hear the end of it if he tries to pick truth. "Dare."

"I dare you to go in the kitchen and kiss Luke." Michael decides, his smirk evil as Calum's eyes blow wide.

"What? No!" Calum protests, his cheeks going pink just at the thought of doing it.

Michael's eyes narrow. "Why? Are you a chicken?"

"Michael, grow up." He rolls his eyes again, shaking his head and trying to settle back down to sleep again.

"Chicken." Michael argues, smiling mischievously.

"Mike--"

"Chicken."

"Michael, I'm serious--"

"Chick. En." Michael tuts in a singsong voice, wagging his head back and forth teasingly.

Calum sighs and grumbles. "Fine you dumbass, I'll go kiss Luke."

Michael smiles in triumph and watches Calum scurry off towards the kitchen where Luke is standing at the counter making himself a sandwich. Calum turns back towards Michael where he can see him in the cut out space over the sink, watching Michael smirk and nod when Calum gives him a desperate expression. Calum wants to argue but he already said he'd do it and Michael clearly isn't backing down so Calum just goes for it and he decides a quick surprise kiss would be best. He steps closer to Luke as quietly as he can and grabs him by the hips, making Luke jump a little but Calum is quick to spin the younger boy around and press him back into the counter, planting his lips onto Luke's firmly. Luke gasps and he starts to put his hands on Calum's chest to push him away and Calum steels himself for the shove but it never comes. Luke manages a small little push that barely registers against Calum's shoulders until he stops and settles into Calum's mouth, the older boy confused but unwilling to stop kissing his best friend. He feels rooted to the spot, feels like he's suddenly craving more from Luke and he's not sure where the desire is coming from—whether it's the way Luke's lips taste or the way Luke's fingers are digging into his shoulder or the way the younger boy's tongue slides out and teases the seam of Calum's lips—but he feels it so strongly that he just can't stop himself and he pushes a little harder against Luke.

Luke whimpers so quietly that if Calum weren't practically glued to the younger boy's chest he wouldn't have heard it, but the blonde lets out a louder one when Calum finally presses their tongues together and threads his fingers into the short hair at the back of Luke's head to hold the younger boy still so he can kiss him the way he wants. Luke lets himself be kissed, lets Calum take the lead and moves his mouth in sync with the older boy's, his hands sliding down and squeezing onto Calum's biceps. Calum's tongue glides against Luke's as his free hand comes around Luke's back and moves down until it's resting on the swell of Luke's ass over his sweatpants, squishing the roundness in his hands.

Luke gasps and turns his head away from Calum's mouth, trying to get a proper amount of oxygen into his lungs as Calum's hand keeps massaging the left side of his ass.