5SOS Oneshots by 5soslore

Brother's Best Friend Calum (part two)

"Calum, don't."

"Don't what?"

Your eyes narrowed in on the grinning boy, taking in every last detail of his smug features as his hands roamed about your waist. The loose, grey fabric of your singlet had hardly been lifted an inch, but you could already sense Calum's fingertips working in discreet patterns across your skin, seemingly innocent enough while the two of you cozied up on the sofa. When your weight began to shift from his lap, those same slender fingers pressed into your sides to resist your actions.

"C'mon. The music's on, Ashton won't hear a thing." Calum's voice murmured in your ear, muffled slightly when his lips dropped to the crook of your neck.

You glanced down and didn't bother to mask the frown that was etched across your face as you watched him, giving particular attention to his faintly swollen, discolored upper lip and the purple mark below his eye -- both were reminders of just how forgiving Ashton was when it came to 'protecting' you, and even now, after almost two weeks since the incident, you couldn't bring yourself to go along with Calum and possibly risk something like that again.

"He already knows we're together, babe. It's not a secret anymore, remember?" His tone was surprisingly reassuring.

"And he thinks you're helping me study for French right now." you added with a sigh.

Just as your frown continued to deepen, Calum's smirk only grew, hands gripping your waist tighter.

"I don't mind." he shrugged.

You started to raise an eyebrow in question, pondering what the hell he might've been insinuating with that, but decided against it. Even as he gave your rear a playful squeeze, you rolled your eyes and swatted him away with what you hoped would come across as a harsh glare.

"Calum, I'm serious." you tried to speak sternly.

You felt his chin rest on your shoulder a moment later, heaving a disgruntled sigh as his arms snaked round your front. While you flipped through your textbook, you could sense the uneasiness in his touch and the way he kept wriggling beneath you, but you chose to ignore his childish behavior and focus on the work ahead of you. You hummed half-heartedly at his attempts of affection, feeling the occasional prod of his nose against your shoulder or the tingling kisses left across the exposed skin, and you knew full well that these were just a ploy to distract you. Soon enough, Calum's hands were slipping under your shirt again, only this time his efforts seemed to be focused on the waistband of your shorts.

"Fuck off, Cal." you bit back a giggle as his fingers swiped beneath the band teasingly.

"Say it in French." Calum purred.

Your hands were already working to counteract his movements, fingers fumbling against fingers so that your horndog boyfriend couldn't get access to where he wanted.

"Casse-toi." you groaned finally.

Calum's actions halted as a smirk rose to his lips. It didn't take a single glance behind you to tell that he was amused by your foreign tongue, probably more than you'd imagined.

"Tell me more." he chuckled, leaning into you.

Instead of complying with his request, you shook his touch from your waist and scooted forward a bit so you were perched on the edge of his lap. A few loose strands of hair were hastily tucked back as your eyes trained on your work once more, though your focus was somewhat abated. Calum's hands still lingered at your sides and didn't move for some time; by the time he'd readjusted his grip, you were too absorbed in the pages before you to take notice of whatever endeavors he was planning, which only made it that much more exciting for him.