Surreptitious || Luke Hemmings Fanfic

Chapter 1: I Found Him

The music from the big speakers bursted my eardrums yet once again. The lights on the ceiling flashed from blue, to green, to purple, to red. Here I am, at the club, on another Saturday night. Holding my cigarette in one hand, and a beer bottle in my other hand, I never knew what I was looking for or why I was in the same club every Saturday.

I took a sip of the beer and scanned across the room. Brown hair with flannel? No. Afro snogging that bitch? Definately not. Another day, another fail. Each guy in here must be the most boring people ever, considering the fact that none has tried to have sex with me yet. And that's when I spotted the perfect one. Blonde hair, white shirt, tattoos, and a lip peircing. And did I mention that he was hot? No? Well he's hot. I thought to myself. This is gonna be fun.

I got up from the uncomfortable couch I was sitting on and walked across the room. There he was, sitting on a black chair, with no girls around him. I walked to him until I was right infront of him. I gave one of my flirtatious smile and he smirked back at me. His arms were rested on the arms on the chair and his eye looked up and down my body.

"So, did you bring a girl here?" I ask with that girly tone in my voice.

"No." He smiled, looking up at me.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" There was a slight pause.

"Nope." My lips curved into a smile.

"Last question, are you gay?"

He laughed. Omg. His laugh was the hottest laugh I've ever heard in my entire life. "Would you be sad if I said I was?" He winked.

I admired that he was hot, flirty, and HOT. "I would actually."

"Then don't worry, cause I'm not." He laughed.

"Oh, I'm not worried," I answered. "because I will still want to do the same thing to you, gay or not." I slowly sat down on his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist. I put my cigarette and beer on the table next to the chair. My left hand wrapped around his neck and the other hand was laying on his right leg. I pressed my lips against his and rested my right hand ontop of his crotch. I started slowly rubbing his crotch as he deepened the kiss. I felt his bulge harden as I smirked.

He bit my bottom lip asking for entrance. I didn't allow him. He squeezed my breast with his hands and I gasped, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth. That sneaky boy.