If Walls Could Talk

Eight

"Fuck I missed Australia." Ashton sighs, letting his arm fall around Calum's shoulders as they enter the club.

"Me too, mate." Calum chuckles back, his eyes already set on the bar. The club has been rented out for those performing tomorrow at the Fire Fight Festival and their guests, the room already packed with people.

"What's the game plan tonight?" Luke yells between them, so they and Michael can hear him.

"Good night with my boys of course." Ashton grins.

"I mean, If someone wants my attention I'm ditching for her." Calum laughs, "I could definitely go for a good time. It's been a while."

"New game plan." Michael grins, "Get Cal laid."

"But first a round of drinks." Luke laughs as they reach a small open stretch along the bar, waiting for their turn to order.

"Three beers and a club soda." Michael calls as a blonde bartender turns her attention to them.

"You got it." She smiles, bending to find some glasses, showing off the cleavage spilling from her low cut tank top.

"So, performing tomorrow then?" She asks as she moves to fill three of the cups with the caramel colored liquid.

"Ya." Calum smiles at her, leaning himself against the bar top, might as well start with flirting with the bartender, get some of the worst of it out before he can settle into flirting with someone on the floor.

"I'm a big fan of your band. Have been for years." She sends him a smile as she slides the first drink onto the counter.

"Well thank you, love. We like hearing things like that." Calum winks, passing the drinks out as his eyes stay on her.

"Who's opening the tab?" She smirks back at him as he takes the last beer from her.

"It's on me tonight." Luke slaps down his card to open the tab quickly.

"Let me know if you need anything else tonight." She winks at Calum before turning to the next patron waiting.

"So, Cal, are we targeting the bartender or..." Ashton laughs, dragging the others towards an open table.

"I was worried it say something stupid the first time I tried flirting. Figured saying something stupid to her was a better idea than someone on the floor." Calum shrugs, taking a long swig from his drink, his eyes surveying the dance floor.

For the rest of the night though, Calum seems to return to the bar only to be greeted by the same busty blonde. Their interactions becoming more flirtatious as the night wears on and Calum drinks more.

"Alright darlin', which way to the mens room?" Calum hums as he sits in front of her, well past tipsy, but not yet at smashed, "I need to relieve myself."

Leaning herself over the bar so she's closer to him, her arms squishing her chest out in a way he shamelessly eyes. "If you have to pee it's across the dance floor, big blue neon sign, can't miss it. If you want a different kind of relief, I'd try the third door on the left down there." She motions to Calum's left where there is a hallway, "If you go that way, I'll be two minutes behind you." She adds with a smirk before stepping back.

Calum double checks the bartender is watching him out of the corner of her eye as he slowly stands from his stool and casually heads that direction. Licking his lips with nervous anticipation of what is about to go down, patting the pocket of his slacks to make sure he still has the condom he put their earlier.

"Wow, I wasn't sure I was reading you right." He turns as the blonde steps into the small locker room space only moments after he has.

"Wasn't trying to be mysterious, baby, sorry." He smirks, stepping closer to her, reaching to turn the lock on the door behind her as he pins her against it.

"Maybe I just thought it was too good to be true that someone like you would want one night with a nobody like me." She shrugs, tickling her fingers up his chest until she has her arms lifted over his shoulders.

"Everyone needs a temporary fix sometimes." He hums against her cheek, taking in the way her skin smells of sweet mixers and a hint of vanilla before his lips find hers, giving into the pent up need he's been feeling for a few weeks.

Their tongues meet roughly after only a couple moments, her hands running through his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders. Her actions feeling as needy and desperate as his own. His hands dancing down her bare arms, over her bare stomach and up to cup the mounds of her breasts, enticing a moan from her. His shirt is thrown aside first, her fingers undoing the buttons with ease before shoving it from his shoulders, her hands moving to work his belt open as he kisses sloppily down her neck.

His hands falling down her hips, somewhere in his brain registering that she is in a short skirt, and wandering his fingers to the lower edge and forcing it up around her stomach before lifting her around his hips as his pants fall to his ankles. Panted breathes filling the small space as he rocks his boxer clad hardening member against her warm panties.

Calum lifts his head as she gently pushes him off her collarbone, watching her smirk as she reaches for the hem of her top, slowly lifting the article of clothing from her body, his eyes drinking in the sight of her sternum covered in intricate ink and her bare breasts sitting at eye level.

"Fuck." He groans, moving in quickly to take one of her large pink nipples between his lips, shifting her on his hips so he can entertain the other with his hand.

"We have to hurry a little bit." She pants after a minute, "I only have so long on break."

Dropping her back to her feet at her comment he swiftly slides the black lace and tight skirt from her hips, leaving her bare in front of him, the four inch heels the only thing adorning her.

He slides his finger down her cleft as he stands back up, enjoying the way she buckles slightly at his touch, pushing into her as he feels she has given sufficient sign of consent. Sliding his boxers down as she leans forward against him, hugging her arms around his neck as she moves against his finger, loudly letting her pleasure be known as he adds a finger to open her and stretch her out in preparation.

"That's enough, fuck me now. I know you want to." She pants after only a minute.

Stepping back he finds the condom, sliding it over himself before moving back to her, lifting her thighs with ease until she's pressed against the wall again, his tip resting teasingly against her entrance before burying himself within her. Both of them call out as he bottoms out against her, waiting just a moment for her to adjust before Calum begins rolling his hips, reveling in the euphoria that washes over his body as he increases his speed. He needed this, fuck he needed this. Spending so much time with a beautiful woman who makes him laugh had put him into a tense place...

He shakes himself. Why the fuck is he thinking about her right now, he has a sexy blonde riding his dick and moaning in his ear.

Shit... fucking Skye would probably be hot, her soft voice would let out the most beautiful moans. And he knows he could make her feel so good... She would fill so good around him, her air of innocence would add to the pleasure...

NO!

"Kiss me." He almost demands, finding her lips with his own as he reaches for her clit, circling the bud of nerves as he shoves his tongue into her mouth. Trying to overwhelm himself with the physical act of fucking this girl who's name he doesn't even know. Before too long their highs hit, riding them out before she slides off him and onto her own feet.

"Fuck I needed that." She pants, collecting her clothing from the floor.

"Me too. Thanks." He nods, discarding of the condom in the trash before redressing himself.

"Next drink is on me." She smirks, slipping out of the room before him.

Calum carefully buttons up his shirt, disappointed that the hook up hadn't helped what he'd hoped it would. Skye was supposed to be pushed out of his mind... not brought further into it.

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Smutty Hook up!

What now though...? Cal is having some dangerous thoughts.

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