Luke Hemmings Imagines

Bathtime

Your eyes fluttered open as sun came in through the large bedroom window, illuminating the entire room. You stretched your limbs, and sat up in the bed, feeling relaxed from the amazing night sleep you had just had. Your hand went to your tangled locks, secured by a messy bun on the top of your head. You let out a yawn, before finally leaned over to get out of the bed, and start your day. 

Before you could remove yourself from the warmth of the duvet, Luke’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest and wrapping both of his arms around you. “Luke” you laughed, charmed at how adorable he could be without even trying. “No. Cuddles.” he pouted, jutting out his bottom lip. 

You rolled over, still in his embrace and kissed him lightly on the tip of the nose. “Baby, you have to get up, you have a show tonight.” you whispered sweetly. He answered you with a groan, and shook his head before burying it in his pillow. 

“Get up.” you laughed, nudging him lightly. 

No response. 

“Luke, if you get up, we can take a bath before you have to go meet the other boys.” you cooed. 

“Fine.” he grumbled, not begin able to resist bath time with the love of his life. 

You climbed out of the bed, and grabbed his wrist, slowly guiding him to the en suite bathroom you shared. He reluctantly followed your lead, unamused to be out of the comfort of his blanket fort. You reached over and turned the chrome faucet, allowing water to fill the large, luxurious bath tub. 

Luke stripped off his t-shirt and boxers, his back facing you. You marveled in his beautiful form. He always complained that he felt lanky, however you loved how long his torso was. He cheekily looked over his shoulder and caught your eyes on him. 

“Hey! Stop looking at my butt!” he teased, while stepping into the tub and sinking into the water. You turned off the water as the bathtub was nearly full, smiled at Luke who was sitting indian style, gesturing for you to join him. 

“You’re such a kid.” you teased, shaking your head. 

“No I’m not! I’m a man. Now get naked!” he mocked in a overly manly voice. 

As you took off your tank top and his underwear he continued the banter in the silly voice, “Oh yeah, thats what Im talking about. Turn around for me baby.” 

“Lucas!” you giggled, laughing at his antics before joining him in the warm water. You faced him, grabbing the shampoo off the ledge and squirting it into your palm. You lathered it up, and massaged it into his hair, dragging your fingernails lightly over his scalp. He let out a sigh at the sensation, leaning forward, encouraging you to continue. 

You formed his hair into a soapy mo hawk and laughed as he played air guitar, pretending to be the most punk rockstar that ever lived. Your heart melted at how adorable he was. 

You slowly poured water from a glass over his hair, allowing the shampoo to run down his back. Your ran your fingers over the top of his soft blonde locks. You covered his gorgeous blue eyes with your hand, careful not to get soap in them. 

One you finished you looked at him, admiring how beautiful he was, he broke the silence by kissing you sweetly. “Okay, time to shave.” you said handing him his razor. He had let his stubble grow out a bit, and in all honesty, you loved it. However he was informed my management it was probably best to shave, since he would look younger and more clean cut. 

He handed the razor back to you along with his shaving cream. “Can you?” he asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Fine.” you sighed. You coated his face in shaving foam, purposely putting too much on so he had a large white beard. “You’re santa.” you giggled. He narrowed his eyes, faking annoyance, but you knew deep down he loved your silliness. 

You carefully drug the silver razor down his course facial hair. Feeling the course stubble under the blade. A trail of clean skin appeared behind the razor as it moved across his jaw line. 

You made sure not to miss any spots, sitting on your knees and leaning forward, inspecting his face as you diligently shaved each inch of scruff. 

“You’re so cute when you’re focused.” Luke mumbled. 

“Hm?” 

“When you are focused like this. You look adorable. Your eyebrow’s knitted together in concentration, your eyes glued to my skin. You always look so immersed in the job. I love watching  you like this.” he explained. 

You smiled and planted a chaste kiss on his lips before you finished, leaving him clean shaven. He rinsed his face, patting after shave on. You always found the smell intoxicating. You leaned over, pressing your lips against his, engaging in a passionate kiss. Your fingers trailed down his chest, but before you could continue a knock at the door sounded. 

“Luke? You in there? Hurry up!” Calum whined from the other side of the door. 

“Yea, he’s in here Cal.” you answered. 

“Are you both in there? Together? Christ its not even 7:30 yet…” he groaned. 

“He’s just getting ready, calm down.” you laughed. 

“Fine, well, help him get ready a little bit faster, because we need to be at the studio by 10.” 

You turned to Luke, who let out a sigh, not wanting anything to interrupt the time you two had together. “Look’s like duty calls.” you whispered, placing a final kiss on his lips. 

He slowly got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. 

He turned to you, taking your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. 

“I love you, I’ll see you tonight.” he said softly.