santa cruz sand - a cake fanfiction

twelve • [we can't be friends]

I won't bore you with the details but long story short, ya girl has got some shit going on. Literally sitting down and eating a meal is a goddamn stroke bc I'm so busy. Cherish this update 😂 also thank you all for 900 reads :-)

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Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Luke listens to the pitter patter of the rain against the window pane. A hand lay on his stomach and a warm body lay next to him, facing away.

He would face away from himself too.

It was early hours in the morning. Lonely hours. He was someone who sometimes woke up early, but didn't actually wake up. Luke would bask in the morning light, the quietness of everything just waking up. He loved it.

However, today he doesn't. Today he feels dirty. His heart feels used in a way he can't describe even if he wanted to.

His mind is so boggled up, he can't remember which way is right or left, up or down. And for the life of him, he can't think of a reason why he was placed on this Earth.

Why would any power up there put him here to suffer? To steal oxygen from gasping humans who need it more than he ever will? He wishes he could take the pillow Rian's head is resting on and suffocate himself with it.

Luke doesn't understand why. Why Calum would, basically, tell him he doesn't return his feelings and then kiss him. Why his brown eyes gazed into his own just the night before like he hung the moon and stars.

The blonde is shaken from his thoughts when the body next to him begins to stretch. He turns his head, watching as Rian's body shifts so that the older man is now facing him.

Luke is surprised he didn't leave last night. He didn't think he was anything worth staying for, especially when Rian got all he probably wanted in the first place.

"Hey, baby." Rian leans up to kiss his cheeks and scoots closer to the younger boy. Luke blushes both from attention and shame.

Luke plasters a fake smile onto his face. "Hey." He whispers, quieter than a mouse. Thankfully, Rian doesn't notice it's fake. At least, Luke doesn't think he does.

"You were great last night." The older man comments with a wide smile.

The blonde gulps, his saliva having a hard time finding its way down his throat. "Thanks, you too." He nods and turns away, "I'm going to take a shower."

Before he can get out of bed and escape the awkwardness that is this situation, Rian places a hand on his waist lightly. "Let me join you? I'll give you a massage." He leans down and places a kiss on Luke's shoulder.

He inhales deeply and nods. A massage sounds nice, though he desperately wants to be alone to figure all this shit out.

Luke gets up off the bed and Rian follows after, "You can borrow a pair of boxers." Rian nods and takes the pair that Luke hands him.

As Luke is walking out the door, Rian takes hold of his hand. The blonde finds the gesture endearing - he doesn't think anyone has ever treated him like this. Doesn't think anyone has ever actually wanted or needed him.

He stutters in his step and glances back at Rian who is grinning at him. Luke shoots a smile back at him and leads him out the door and to the bathroom down the hallway.

As soon as Luke looks back in front of himself again, he's locking eyes with Calum. The brunette boy is walking out of his bedroom with only a pair of boxers on.

Luke feels a shiver go up his spine at the hurt, confusion, and anger in Calum's stare. He averts his eyes and tries to ignore the cool breeze that hits his skin as they pass each other.

He opens the door to bathroom and watches as Rian closes it behind himself.

"That was a little weird, are you two alright?" Rian comments and strips himself of the boxers he wore last night. Luke nods, "Yeah Calum isn't a morning person. He needs at least a cup of coffee before he can make any type of conversation." He fakes a laugh and takes off his own boxers.

He can feel Rian's eyes on him as he turns the nobs to turn the water on. He's ashamed to say he likes it. Likes the attention. But can't help but want it from another person.

Thinking of Calum's hurt gaze made his blood boil. He didn't get to be mad, Luke is the one who's mad. Luke didn't hurt him, it was the other way around.

He shakes his head of those thoughts and pushes the shower curtain back, taking a step in and letting the hot water run down his body.

His eyes flutter close, but he senses Rian stepping in after him. His big hands find their way to Luke's shoulders and begin to rub.

Rian presses his fingers into Luke's shoulder blades and rubs out the tension. The blonde let his head lull back as Rian's hands trail to his neck and massage there too.

Slowly, his hands travel down, using his thumbs to massage the end of Luke's spine right above his ass. Before Luke knew it, Rian was grasping his cheeks. He places his chin on Luke's shoulder and leaves kisses down his neck.

Rian ran a finger down his crack, touching Luke's hole slightly. The blonde lets out a moan and allows his head to drop onto Rian's shoulder.

"You like when I play with your ass, angel?" Rian whispers in Luke's ear before gripping his right cheek hard.

Luke lets out an even louder moan that echoed through the bathroom.

Before Rian could even finger him, there's banging on the door. "There better be hot water left when I get in there!" Luke could recognize that voice anywhere.

He turns around in Rian's grip and gives him a slightly disappointed smile. They take the rest if their shower and was each other before drying off and getting dressed.

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Luke and Rian walk downstairs and all eyes are on them. The two boys ignore it as Luke walks Rian to the front door.

"I'd stay for breakfast but I'm gonna go ahead and get a run in." Luke nods and Rian pulls him in.

Their lips meet and Luke is leaning into him, wrapping his arms around Rian's neck. The older man gives Luke's ass a slight squeeze before he's walking out the door.

Luke closes the door and turns around heading toward the kitchen. Everyone began to focus on their breakfast - except for Calum. Blue eyes meet brown before Calum is looking down and focusing on buttering his toast.

  The boys had all drank a lot last night and were suffering from headaches from their hangovers. Michael and Ashton make small talk quietly while the others eat their breakfast.

"He seems nice." Lacey comments without looking up at Luke from the waffle she's cutting.

  "He is." The blonde comments getting a gallon of milk from the fridge and filling up a cup.

  He takes a seat at the table across from Calum who's sitting next to Lacey on one side and Ashton on the other. The brunette is taking a bite of his toast and looking at his phone screen mindlessly. Luke can tell he isn't really paying attention because he's scrolling without stopping.

  "He's also old." Calum scoffs and clicks off his phone, not meeting Luke's eye.

  Luke's blood starts to boil. As if he didn't feel bad enough, Calum had to make him feel even worse about it. Three pairs of eyes turn to look at Luke, first Lacey, then Ashton, and eventually Michael. Calum never does, though.

  Lacey places a perfectly manicured hand on Calum's shoulder, "Cal, maybe you shouldn-"

  "Shouldn't what? Judge me for making a decision that affects him in no way shape or form? Shouldn't pretend I don't exist all morning and then make a comment making me feel worse than I already do about myself?" Luke snaps in response. He's standing now, chair pushed away from the table and heartbeat racing in his chest.

  Calum casts a quick glance up at Luke, but looks away before Luke can even register it happening.

  "Of course now you don't have anything to say, you coward." The blonde scoffs and walks off back to his bedroom.

sorry this sucks and that it was so late.