the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

14. the one where luke is a shirtless tease.

chapter fourteen:
the one where luke is a shirtless tease.

"I'm hungry," Luke whines, letting his head fall back onto the couch as he juts his bottom lip out to me in a pout. I giggle. "Soph, feed me."

"Excuse me?" I ask, amusedly raising an eyebrow.

"Feed your boy," he nudges me lightly with his finger, too lazy to do any more. "Your boy's about to starve."

"'My boy'?"

"Yes."

"Since when did we agree to this?" I ask.

"Since my stomach started rumbling twenty seconds ago," he replies wisely. His blue eyes move from the drawstring of his joggers to me. "You know, it's weird not having anything to do,"

"What do you mean?" I sit up, resting my head on my hand.

"I'd usually be at the Club by now," Luke answers, glancing at his watch. "Doing... things."

"You can't talk or think about work, remember?" I remind him, poking him back and deciding to ignore his hint at a crude comment. "This is supposed to be your off-time."

"But it's so boring," Luke emphasizes, a loud sigh leaving his lips as he folds his arms.

"It's not boring. You're just not used to having no plans," I say.

"You've got that right," he then groans, running a hand through his scruffy blonde hair. "Damn it. I haven't been sex deprived for a whole night in so long."

At this, my gaze snaps from the TV to look at him. "What?!"

"What?" Luke blinks innocently back at me. I can't help the expression of shock on my face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because- you can't- you can't just say stuff like that," I finally manage to get out, shaking my head.

"Stuff like what?"

"Like about your sex life," a slight blush floods my cheeks. "And how sex-less you are. I don't want to hear it."

"You didn't complain when Calum talked about getting his dick sucked behind the campus' vending machine that one time," he raises an eyebrow.

I sigh, leaning back into the couch. "But that's different."

"How so?"

"It just is."

"Do you like Calum more than me, or something?" he asks, frowning, somewhat sadly, somewhat playfully. I shake my head again, sitting up to get his attention.

"It's not that, Luke."

"So, you do?"

"I do what?"

"Like Calum more than me?" the corners of his lips turn upwards to form a slight smirk, making me groan and slap his arm. I then stand up, remembering how Luke was supposedly hungry and come to think of it, so am I.

"No. I love you both equally," I respond, sternly. "It's just- you know- I expect it from Calum." I walk out of the living room, Luke trailing right behind me with an expectant expression on his face.

"But not from me?" he asks, leaning against the kitchen island. I shrug.

"No, not really," I start. "But only because Calum's the type to cook eggs naked and make a cup of good coffee with a sock over his dick. Anything can be expected from Cal,"