the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

02: the one where calum's naked.

chapter two:
the one where calum's naked.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of a loud guitar blasting through an amplifier. Sighing, I sit up and rub my eyes, ridding them of sleep as well as attempting to wake myself.

I look over at the alarm clock, yawning as the digits of 11:21am stare right back at me. The boys are probably home already; they always are at a time like this. Never earlier, though. Sometimes they don't get back until 2pm in the afternoon and they disappear again by the time it's six.

"Morning, Soph!" a voice booms, and I almost fall off the bed in an attempt to get up as Calum walks into my room, naked. "Sleep well?"

"Cal," I groan, covering my eyes. "What did I say about walking around the apartment with no clothes on?"

"To do it?"

"To not do it," I correct him, allowing my hands to fall and diverting my eyes somewhere else. He shrugs.

"I needed the breeze. I'm so much more free, now!" he swings his hips forward and I bite back a yell, instead opting to shake my head in disappointment as I stand up from the bed.

"Put some pants on, Hood."

"Alright, fine. But I don't hear you complaining when Luke walks around shirtless,"

"Nipples aren't the same as dicks," I look at him weirdly, and he folds his arms.

"They're just as bad!"

"At least Luke puts a shirt on when I tell him to," I hint. Calum sighs.

"Okay, okay. Jesus, you're a killjoy." he mumbles, causing an amused smile to cross my face as I exit the bedroom.

Walking into the living area, I stifle yet another yawn as my eyes land on Michael passed out on the couch; Ashton sleeping, curled up into a ball, beside him.

I raise an eyebrow as Luke laughs lightly, putting his guitar down. "Nothing," he says, arms folded. "I've been playing November Rain for the past thirty minutes now and I can't get them to wake up."

"Why are they so tired?" I ask, entertained at how they're snoring away on my couch; clad in ripped jeans, converse shoes and tough looking leather jackets. It's almost as if they crashed through the front door without even bothering to get comfortable.

Like the answer to most of my questions, Luke just shrugs. "We had a long night."

I nod, knowing that asking why they had a long night would be pointless, for he'd divert the topic anyway. "Okay," I say, making my way into the kitchen, and Luke follows me. "Hey, are you doing anything today?"

"Hm? Probably not," he replies, taking a seat on one of the stools. "Why?"

"I'm off work today and all of the girls are busy," I explain, leaning against the counter.

"Oh, right. What did you want to do?"

"Shopping," I shrug, and Luke raises an eyebrow. "What? I wanna get some things."

"Things?"

"Yeah,"

"Like what 'things'?"