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Calum is in hell. The fiery pits of hell.
The fiery pits of Arkansas to be specific which may as well be the same thing. It’s a thousand degrees and he is definitely sweating through his tank top and if he has to look at Luke Hemmings for another minute he’s going to explode. Or his dick is.
He’s not a horny teenager, but he’s had more cold showers and secret jerking off sessions than he did when he was fifteen, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been this sexually frustrated with nowhere to put it since then.
Calum knows it's frowned upon to objectify a client, and it's downright inappropriate for them to be the subject of your increasingly wet dreams, especially when you share such close quarters. He took this job because it seemed like a super sweet deal, to travel around with a band and do some sessions with them during the day, do some stretching out after a show, and then be driven onto the next city.
What he didn’t really account for was Luke Hemmings, lead singer, being too fucking attractive for his own good.
When he first looked the band up properly he thought he was hot, for sure, all blonde curls and wide shoulders and unassuming smile. But he wasn’t really prepared for just how good looking he is up close; how expressive his face is, how nice his voice is, how fucking incredible his ass is. Training him is like torture, watching him get sweaty and breathless, stretching and massaging him, seeing him in a tank top and various other stages of undress.
He’d probably manage it fine, he is somehow a professional, if it weren't for the fact that Calum’s pretty sure Luke is actually starting to rile him up on purpose, wearing increasingly ripped or tiny shirts, and often asking Calum to correct his form for him when Calum’s almost positive he knows exactly how he should be performing the exercise.
He’s almost constantly flustered by this man. And it’s starting to make him shit at his job.
***
He’s outside with Luke doing an arm session in the middle of the day. It’s almost too hot to be out in this parking lot, but they try to grab the free space where they can. Thirty percent of his responsibility is roaming venues and trying to find an appropriate place to work out, and today the parking lot seems the best option away from fans.
Equipment is limited until they’re in a hotel with a gym so Calum mainly makes do with bodyweight exercises and his trusty collection of resistance bands. He’s not trying to do anything major, especially when they will all be on stage later anyway, just getting the muscles working again and setting them up for the show.
Often he’ll do these sessions with all three of them, but he’ll also pick them up individually when they need something in particular.
Luke is sweaty. Which sort of comes with the territory of these things, but sweaty Luke Hemmings has been a source of continuous anguish for Calum in his fight to remain a professional. He’s pale, because by some absolutely ridiculous turn of events he doesn’t even get red when he works out, just sweats appealingly. His skin is just dusted with a few freckles, but it glistens and gleams when he’s sweating in a series of inviting locations; the hollow of his throat, the center of his chest, the small of his back through his waistband. And today is no different, with the sun beating down on them.
He has a hat jammed down on his curls, hair sticking out the side, loose shorts and a baggy black tank top that shows off his massive shoulders, reflecting the hot afternoon sun.
The first part of the workout goes fine, Calum manages to concentrate on the task at hand, trying to get them done quickly so they can get out of the sun and Luke can prepare for the show. They talk a little bit, but mainly just focus on the exercises.
He’s getting Luke to do some flies as he holds the resistance band behind him, increasing the tension throughout his set. As he stands behind Luke, his mind starts to wander, as if often does, over the way Luke’s body moves. The way he’s proportioned is something of a medial marvel, with his back spanning a ridiculous distance, his shoulders so far away from his actual torso it doesn’t seem real.
And he’s just contemplating the way the muscles of his back pull together and the teres major span outwards when…
SNAP
Shit shit shit.
Calum let go of the resistance band and it snapped onto Luke’s back with a horrible amount of force and an extremely aggressive sound. He fucking let go of the band.
“Fuck!” Luke exclaims as he walks away, swinging his arms out beside him.
“Shit,” Calum says. Jesus Christ. “I’m so sorry dude, are you okay?”
“Fuckin hell, man,” Luke says, but he’s laughing as he says it. “You into some BDSM shit or something? Warn a guy why don’t you.”
Calum thinks his head is going to explode, it's so red but he quips back as back as best he can. “I told you I was going to whip you into shape didn’t I?” Calum says jokily as Luke ambles back towards him. “Are you actually okay?”
“Yeah, bro, I’m fine,” Luke says with a smile. “Fucking stings a bit.”
“Let me have a look,” Calum says, beckoning Luke over. “Make sure I haven’t split your skin or anything, I’d hate for you to bleed out during a session.”
“What would be so bad for your career,” Luke says, pulling his tank top over his head. “If you killed me on tour.”
Calum knows he was the one who asked to see Luke’s back, but he’s already thinking what a stupid idea it was, seeing the expanse of skin, slightly damp with exertion. Those ridiculously wide shoulders with those freckles up close, and the smooth skin of his back tapering down into his waist. Not for the first time, Calum considers how many people try to emulate the shape of Luke’s body, when his just does that effortlessly from his gene pool.
Calum can see a red mark right in the center, where Luke’s shoulder blades pull together, but it’s already fading. He runs his fingers over it gently, Luke’s skin smooth, damp and warm.
“All good back there?” Luke asks, the sound rumbling through to Calum’s fingers.
“Great,” Calum says, coughing and removing his hand from Luke’s back. “No permanent damage.”
“Rad,” Luke says, turning around and flashing him a wide grin, and Calum gets an eyeful of Luke’s naked chest as well, as if the back wasn’t enough. “What’s next?”
“Shoulder presses,” Calum says weakly, turning around to grab the dumbbells before he does something even stupider.
***
Two days later, Calum throws a medicine ball at Luke for him to catch, and it hits him in the face instead.
“Oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry,” Calum exclaims, quickly going over to Luke where he’s got his head in his hands. “Shit, are you okay?”
“Ow,” Luke mumbles into his hands.
“Is your nose okay?” Calum asks, panicked. “Fuck, I didn’t break your perfect nose did I?”
“No I think you’re good,” Luke says, looking up and tenderly pinching his nose. “I’ve still got all my teeth, right?”
“By the looks of it, yes,” Calum says, sagging in relief. Luke’s eyes are watering and his nose looks red, but the rest of his face seems unscathed. Thank fuck.
“Sorry,” Luke says with an apologetic grin.
“What the fuck, dude,” Calum laughs. “ I’m sorry, I threw the damn thing.”
“Yeah but you did warn me,” Luke says, blinking and carefully massaging the sides of his nose. “Mind went somewhere else.”
“Let’s just hope it doesn’t bruise,” Calum says weakly.
“I would look so fucking cool with two black eyes,” Luke says confidently. “But yeah, maybe could do without the questions.”
I’ll carefully pass you equipment from now on,” Calum says. “I am really sorry.”
“It’s honestly fine,” Luke says, with a little smile. “As long as I’m still pretty.”
He says it sarcastically, lifting his hand to place under his chin.
“You’re definitely still beautiful,” Calum responds, a little too honestly probably, but how is he meant to do otherwise. He doesn’t regret it though when he sees Luke’s face.
It’s a little embarrassed but pleased, ducking his head with a small smile that stretches his lips.
“Oh, thanks man,” he says quietly.
The more time Calum spends with Luke, the more of the enigma of Luke wiggles its way into Calum’s brain. He’s the lead singer of a band with thousands of people screaming for him every night, but he ducks his head when his shitty trainer gives him a passing compliment. Sometimes it’s like he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on people. But then he’ll smirk at Calum when he’s caught him staring, and Calum thinks he’s all too aware of the effect he’s having. Calum can’t figure him out. But he’s having a nice time trying.
“You still up for doing some ball throws?” Calum asks, moving on before he embarrasses himself any further. “I’ll let you pick the ball up and throw it at me instead.”
“You got it.”
***
A week after that, Luke punches him in the face, but that also happens to be Calum’s fault.
They’re doing some boxing drills and Calum has the pads up as Luke advances towards him. The problem is, Luke does this thing when he’s concentrating, where he bites his lip, and Calum gets a bit too fixated on the way Luke’s teeth sink into the plush fullness of his lip, imagining how it might feel to sink his own teeth in there, and Luke is almost frowning and his eyes are really intense and Calum wonders if he looks intense and focused in other circumstances and..
“Fuck!”
“Oh my god ,” Luke says, mortified, as Calum’s hands fly to his cheekbone, except he forgets he has the pads on his hands and he just kind of hits himself in the face all over again.
“Shit,” Calum says, quickly ripping off the Velcro, and bringing a hand carefully to his face.
“Did I just hit you in the face?” Luke says, approaching him slowly like he’s going to scare Calum off. “Oh my god, I’ve never punched someone in the face before.”
“It’s fine,” Calum says, eye watering as he tries to work out if there’s any significant damage. “It was my fault.”
“Fuck me,” Luke says, his eyebrows drawing together in distress. “Where did I hit you, is it okay?”
His hands tentatively reach out to start pressing against Calum’s face, where Calum’s own hand is, his wrapped fingers smoothing along Calum’s cheekbone.
“I’m fine,” Calum says, Luke carefully probing his face.
“I’m no doctor but everything seems okay,” Luke says carefully, looking at Calum with a different kind of intensity than earlier, hands dropping back to his sides. Calum misses them on his face already. “But we should probably go to the ER or something, I can drive.”
“Don’t be stupid, drive what?” Calum says, opening and closing his mouth and generally stretching his face out. “It’s totally fine, is your hand okay?”
“Calum,” Luke says exasperatedly. “I just punched you in the face.”
“Yeah but your hand is worth more than my face,” Calum says. After the initial shock, his cheek doesn’t feel too bad, bruised at most, he caught some of Luke’s punch on the pad so didn’t get completely wiped out.
“It’s fine,” Luke says, unwrapping his hands and opening and closing them in front of Calum. “See.”
“Okay I think we’re both fine,” Calum says. “But maybe let's call it a day for the greater good.”
Luke chuckles, eyes still mapping Calum’s face like he can see if it’s about to break in half or something. “I think you’re probably right, let’s find some ice for your face.”
“We’ll have a good session one day,” Calum says half-heartedly as they amble back towards the bus.
“I think we’re a dangerous combination,” Luke says with a grin, winking at Calum.
“Were you seriously planning on driving the tour bus to the ER?” Calum asks.
Luke shrugs helplessly as he laughs, joy sparkling in his eyes, and Calum is in so much trouble. Luke’s not just hot, he’s also sweet and funny and fun and that puts Calum in a whole other predicament.
***
“Oh hey, good morning.”
Calum looks up into the sun to see Luke standing over him. He looks very much still half asleep, clutching a mug of coffee like a lifeline with his hair sticking up all over the place and sleep dust in his eyes. He’s still incredibly beautiful in the morning sunlight, bouncing off his hair and illuminating him from behind.
“Morning,” Calum says with a smile from his camp chair. He’s just done a little morning jog around the parking lot where the buses are and is taking a few minutes before it gets too hot and everyone wakes up and he actually has to get to work.
He doesn’t always see the guys in the morning, particularly not Michael, but sometimes Luke comes out to go for a little walk, and Ashton will do some yoga if it’s a suitable location.
“Mind if I join you?” Luke asks, squinting down at Calum. It’s almost funny that Luke asks, like anyone has ever said no they’d rather he weren’t in their presence, but he’s looking at Calum like he’s genuinely waiting for a response before he commits. Another part of the Luke Hemmings puzzle for Calum to work on.
“Sure, dude,” Calum says encouragingly. “Take this, I’ll grab another chair.”
“It’s okay,” Luke waves him off. “I’ll get one. Do you want coffee?”
Calum laughs. “You don’t need to provide me with coffee.”
“I’m getting a top up anyway,” Luke says, wiggling his mug. “You bring me smoothies, I can bring you a cup of coffee.”
“You pay me to make you smoothies,” Calum points out. “It’s different.”
“You can give me five bucks if it makes you feel better,” Luke says with a little laugh that’s slightly gravelly. “I’ll let you pay me for coffee.”
Calum’s about to come up with another argument for why it’s entirely unreasonable for Luke to be bringing him a morning coffee, but Luke’s already striding back towards the bus so he closes his mouth and watches him instead.
He emerges a couple of minutes later, two mugs carefully clutched in his grip and another chair underneath his arm. He watches the mugs carefully as he walks back over to Calum, a pair of sunglasses now perched in the hair on top of his head.
Calum gets up as Luke gets close to him to take the mugs off him.
“Thanks,” Luke says with a grateful smile as he shakes out the camp chair with one arm and lands it on the concrete with a flourish. As he settles himself back down, he makes grabby hands for his mug and Calum passes it back to him.
As he takes it he discovers the five bucks that Calum tucked next to the mug and laughs loudly, resulting in a tiny slop of his coffee rocking out of his mug and onto his tank top.
“Oh, shit,” Luke says, still laughing. “I appreciate the effort to equalize this transaction.”
“No worries,” Calum says, laughing himself and enjoying the view of Luke settling himself in with his stained tank top, turning his face towards the sun and relaxing his legs open.
“Is that a bruise?” Calum asks, looking at the inside of Luke’s knee.
“This one?” Luke asks, peering down underneath his sunglasses. “Oh yeah, I think so. I actually think it’s from when you fucking booted that football at me.”
Calum hangs his head. He forgot about that one.
“Fuck me, I’m going to chronically injure you one day,” Calum says, shaking his head. “Tell me the truth, if I hurt you again will I get fired?”
Luke laughs again over the rim of his mug. “Not if I can help it,” he says breezily. “I mean, I punched you last week, and most of the other times were my fault anyway.”
“I’m not sure that’s true,” Calum says.
“No one else has to know that though,” Luke says cheerfully. “A little white lie never hurt anyone.”
“Why would you do that?” Calum asks curiously, sipping his coffee as he watches Luke recline back as far as the small fold out chair will let him.
Luke looks at him with a small crease in his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t want to lose my favorite trainer, would I?” he asks, like the answer is obvious.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s favorite trainer,” Calum says, raising his eyebrows and taking a sip. “Are you sure you don’t mean someone else?”
“You’re too hot to not have been anyone’s favorite,” Luke says decisively. “Trainer to the stars, Calum Hood?”
Calum scoffs, moving past the hot comment so he doesn’t have a small crisis about it. Luke Hemmings calling him hot is entirely ridiculous and should not be lingered on. “The stars? You guys are the most famous people I’ve ever met.”
“Christ,” Luke says, pulling a face. “Okay maybe not stars.”
“Truly though, I must be the worst trainer you’ve ever had,” Calum says with a laugh.
“How dare you,” Luke says, grinning. “You’re the most fun I’ve ever had with a trainer, and I’ve had a lot of fun.”
Luke is so much to deal with when he’s like this, softly sleep mussed and dangerously flirtatious, laughing a bit too loud and eyes glittering.
When Calum first met Luke, he thought he was shy, and Calum thought how funny that was for the lead singer of the band, both of his bandmates more likely to take the lead in a social context. Calum could relate, never the one to speak first, and his interactions with Luke tended to be friendly but generally quiet.
But Calum’s learnt over the past few weeks that Luke’s not shy, not when he doesn’t feel the need to be. He will happily shout over the din of the dressing room, singing at the top of his lungs as he throws himself around in a dance party warm up; he’ll freely ask the crowd to give him more, asking them to jump and sing while they’re in the palm of his hand; and one of Calum’s favorite things, once he’s comfortable enough with someone, will be outrageously funny, wicked fast and ruthless with his jokes, frequently offbeat and often dirty.
That combined with Luke’s generally unassuming nature, gorgeous face and ridiculously sexy body, are all part of the conundrum of Luke Hemmings that Calum feels like he’s finally pulling apart and putting back together.
Calum watches the way Luke leers at him and winks, and gets to his feet before he says something that he can’t take back.
“I need to stretch out,” Calum says quickly. “Can’t be stiff for our session later.”
“No that won’t do,” Luke says, eyes sparkling again. “Can I join you?”
“To stretch?” Calum asks, as Luke gets up and picks up his chair. “You just wanna show me up.”
“It’s not my fault that you’re not as flexible as I am even though you do all your silly fuckin’ mobility exercises every day,” Luke says, following Calum to his bus to grab the mats.
“You love my silly fuckin’ mobility exercises,” Calum says, rolling his eyes and elbowing Luke as he goes past him, exiting the buses back into the warm morning air.
“Yeah because I’m good at them,” Luke says cheerfully. “Which is why I want to join you.”
Calum laughs and shakes his head as he lays out the mats on a little grassy verge in the parking lot.
“Okay, let’s start with a basic roll down.”
Calum glances over after they’ve worked through a few stretches.
“What feels tight?” Calum asks. “Anything particularly bad today?”
He watches Luke move his limbs slightly, wiggling his arms and shoulders as if he’s taking stock of what parts feel like.
“My lower back is a bit rough,” Luke says thoughtfully. “Nothing too bad but I can feel it.”
“That’s because you keep throwing yourself on the floor,” Calum says with a laugh. “From a trainer’s perspective I’d advise you to stop doing that in the middle of a concert.”
“You saw that?” Luke asks curiously. “I didn't know you watched the show.”
Calum shrugs, smirking a little. “Nothing else to do is there?”
His lip twitches as Luke makes an outraged noise.
“Okay, lie back and raise one knee,” Calum says, kneeling at the end of Luke’s mat. “Keep your spine in neutral so it doesn’t come into your lower back, and toe upwards.”
Luke moves his leg into position, holding it up in bent.
“Then grab the back of your thigh and pull your knee towards your chest,” Calum says. “towards the opposite shoulder.”
Luke does so, wincing as it stretches his back.
“There?” Calum asks.
“Yeah,” Luke says. “Can’t go any further, though, would you give me a hand? I feel like I could do with getting it properly stretched.”
“Sure,” Calum says, shuffling up so he’s next to Luke’s straight leg. “Okay, I’ll push it but let me know when you can’t go any further, and if you get any discomfort.”
Luke nods and Calum places his hand behind Luke’s thigh, he slowly presses it up towards Luke’s chest. He knows Luke’s pretty flexible in his hips and hamstrings, so doesn’t worry about straining anything too quickly.
“That okay?” Calum asks, concentrating on feeling when there’s resistance.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Luke says.
Calum then pushes his knee back towards Luke’s opposite shoulder to create a small twist, kneeling up so he can press it down more easily. He notices when he meets resistance, and Luke hisses.
“There?” Calum asks, pausing and letting Luke’s leg move back down towards him slightly.
“Yeah, it’s tight,” Luke says. “Keep going though.”
It’s about this time that Calum feels like he has an out of body experience as he presses Luke’s knee towards his ear, leaning over the top of him, Calum’s hips extremely close to Luke’s ass, as Luke carefully explains it feels tight. Hell. He’s in some wonderful hell.
“Fucking hell,” Calum mutters as he moves Luke’s leg back towards him again.
He watches something slide into place on Luke’s face, and his lip twitches even as his eyebrows furrow when Calum reaches the sticking point again.
“Calum, are you thinking about something other than my poor tight back right now?” he asks teasingly, his eyes sparkling with glee.
Calum knows his face is red, his neck feels hot around the collar of his shirt as he tries to keep calm and professional about this. He’s touched clients hundreds of times, it’s such a huge part of his job. He cannot, cannot get turned on right now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Calum says calmly, concentrating back on what he’s doing. “Switch sides.”
Luke grins as he lets his leg drop and raises the other one.
“Sorry for saying it was tight,” Luke says, biting his lip to tamp down his smile.
“It’s important for you to tell me how I’m making you feel,” Calum says with a smile, looking at Luke’s knee instead of his face.
“Good to know,” Luke says as Calum carefully presses his other knee back.
“How’s that?” Calum asks, deciding it's safer to focus on the actual task at hand to keep calm. And keep his poor dick calm.
There’s a pause, and Calum looks up to check Luke’s face as he presses his leg down. The look on Luke’s face tells Calum that something is about to come out of Luke’s mouth that will mess with Calum on purpose.
“Really fucking good,” Luke groans, then smirks obnoxiously.
***
The morning sessions become a thing. A coffee and a stretch. Calum learns more about Luke as he watches him pull out his limbs, and he desperately tries to keep his dick in his pants.
***
“It’s a Pilates technique,” Calum says confidently.
“Excuse me?” Luke asks, lying back on the mat and raising his eyebrows.
“You told me you have a lot of tension,” Calum says patiently with a laugh, brandishing the two tennis ball size squishy balls with prickles on them. “Trust me, this will help.”
“Fine, fine,” Luke says dubiously. “But we know what happened last time I trusted you.”
Calum flushes at the reminder but puts an encouraging smile on his face and tosses Luke the balls.
“Okay, let’s start with quads,” Calum says. “Turn onto your front and pop them under the top of your thighs near your hips.”
Luke sighs loudly but dutifully flips over, and Calum tries really really hard not to stare unnecessarily at Luke’s ass, just enough to make sure it’s in the right place. But Jesus Christ, he swears an ass isn’t meant to look that good in gym shorts. How are they so nicely draped over the curves?
“Up into an elbow plank but keep your hips low so your quads are close to the ground, then just roll back and forwards, concentrating where you feel tightness,” Calum says calmly, dropping down to sit next to Luke to watch his movements properly and not just his ass moving around.
Luke clumsily rocks up and one of the balls slips out the side, so Calum pushes it back under the front of his thigh.
“Fucking hell, Calum,” Luke groans, his head dropping down between his arms. “This hurts.”
“It’s good for you,” Calum says with a grin, letting the sound of Luke groaning his name run through him just for a second. Focus. “If there’s somewhere it hurts more then pause and let it work in there.”
“It hurts everywhere,” Luke grunts as he continues rolling forwards and backwards.
“Keep going,” Calum says cheerfully, keeping an eye on the balls instead of Luke’s moving body, his shoulders looking absolutely massive in this position and tapering away into his waist. “Okay, you can stop.”
Luke flops down with his face on the mat, the balls rolling out from under him.
“Right, now—” Calum starts,
“Where am I jamming those fucking things next?” Luke grumbles into the ground. “Up my ass?”
Calum splutters before getting himself under control. “Well…”
“What?!” Luke yelps.
“Not in!” Calum rushes to add. “But like… underneath.”
Luke raises his eyebrows.
“For your glutes,” Calum says, trying to keep a hold of himself. “One for… each side.”
“You want me to put a spiky ball under each of my ass cheeks?” Luke asks with a straight face.
“Yes,” Calum confirms, swiping a hand over his face.
“This day has taken such an unexpected turn,” Luke says with a glimmer in his eyes. “Pass me the balls then.”
“Okay, lie on your back and bend your knees to put your feet flat,” Calum says, “and then put them underneath your glutes, near the top.”
Luke organizes his limbs then tilts his hips up to slide the balls underneath him. “Like that?” he asks, scrunching his face slightly.
“Move them a bit lower,” Calum says, inspecting where the balls are rolling up toward Luke’s lower back.
Luke sighs and pushes them down, but when he lays back flat, they get pushed out from underneath his ass towards his thighs and roll away.
“Not that far down,” Calum says with a small smile.
“It’s not my fault,” Luke complains. “You jam them where they’re supposed to go then.”
Calum laughs, strained. “You nearly had it!” he insists.
“Maybe my ass isn’t designed for this Calum,” Luke says, pouting up at him and making no effort to move again. “You do it.”
Calum laughs. This was really bad. Or really good. “Fine,” he says huffily as Luke grins at him.
Luke tilts his hips again and Calum gathers the balls before positioning them.
“Okay drop down,” Calum says. Luke’s ass presses down on the balls, squashing them down, and Calum carefully removes his hands out of the way. “Tilt your pelvis so your back isn’t arched.”
Luke moves his hips into neutral and Calum watches the ball closest to him start to push itself out from underneath him, and on instinct his hand shoots out to stop it, pushing it back under Luke’s ass.
“I thought you were going for a grab them,” Luke says, snorting. Calum flushes again and turns to see Luke looking up at him gleefully, his hair falling to the mat around his head like a curly halo.
“Just your balls,” Calum quips back.
This makes Luke laugh even more, tilting his head back on the mat, his neck stretching, and as he does so the balls release from under him again and roll away.
“I thought you were watching my balls!” Luke exclaims, his legs flopping flat in defeat.
“They’re meant to stay underneath you,” Calum says disapprovingly, but making no effort to collect them.
“I told you, my ass isn’t made for it,” Luke says, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an arm. “It’s too…. big.”
“That’s not an excuse,” Calum protests. “You can’t just not do things because you’ve got too much junk in the trunk.”
Luke laughs so hard he rolls back onto his back, wheezing and gasping. “Imagine I start using that excuse to get me out of things,” he wheezes.
“You know people train incessantly to get an ass like yours,” Calum says conversationally. “Lie down again, let’s do your shoulders instead.”
“An ass like mine?” Luke asks, with an innocent look that twitches his lip, lying back as Calum puts the balls between his neck and shoulder.
“Roll forwards and backwards, focus on the left where your guitar strap sits” Calum instructs. “And don’t play dumb, I’ll say nice things about your ass, you just need to ask.”
Luke laughs, then his face puckers up when the ball hits a point of tension, and he works into the area. “Tell me nice things about my ass, trainer Calum, I need a confidence boost before tonight.”
Calum shakes his head and looks skyward. This is a joke, a silly moment now they know each other well. But how does he describe Luke’s ass to him with anything but painful accuracy.
“It’s very… round. Full,” Calum says, then wants to punch himself in the face. He rushes to continue “Moves nicely. Looks great in your pants.”
Luke is snickering at him, his lips pressed together to try to stop his laughs spilling out. “You have such a way with words, Calum,” he says happily.
“Sorry, did you want poetry?” Calum asks, deadpan. “You know I’m a personal trainer right?”
“It sounded like poetry to me,” Luke says seriously. “Am I done with these fucking torture balls yet?”
“They’re called stimulating balls, actually,” Calum says, bending down to grab them as Luke collapses back in what can only be described as giggles.
“You’re fucking lying,” Luke says, howling with laughter. “Maybe I should be putting them up my ass.”
***
A couple of nights later, after a show, Luke asks for Calum to give him a sports massage. He’s been complaining of some tightness in his legs for the last couple of days, and Calum’s not sure if he really needs a massage, but if Luke is asking him for one with a look in his eyes, Calum can’t say anything but yes.
Luke post-show is a handful in so many different ways. He’s keyed up, eyes glittering and energy shaking out of his hands, a little looser and more likely to have something wild come out of his mouth on account of all the adrenaline still rushing through his veins. He’s sweaty and happy, hair always a mess and clothes hanging off him until he showers and changes into something comfortable, and his makeup inevitably smeared across his face. It’s a lot to be dealing with as he reclines on the fold out massage bed that Calum sets up in a corner in the dressing room space.
“I’m not going to ask for you to massage my ass,” Luke says, biting his lip to tamp down his grin. “I’m pretty sure that’s harassment.”
The relationship between them feels like it’s on a knife’s edge, every time Calum has his hands on Luke it feels like they’re standing on the edge of something, air shimmering in tension. But Luke keeps coming up with reasons for Calum to touch him, and he keeps looking at Calum in a certain way, and something is going to give sooner or later, whatever it is.
“As long as you actually ask,” Calum says as he pushes his thumbs into the side of Luke’s calf. “Consent is important.”
“But if I ask you, isn't that sort of a misuse of power as your employer,” Luke says, grunting a little as Calum finds a spot that’s more tender. “You might feel pressure to say yes.”
“I wouldn’t need pressuring,” Calum mutters, moving up slightly to work on Luke’s thigh. His fucking thighs, so long but somehow with so much muscle still, the pale soft insides of them always calling to Calum. They’re rough with hair under his hands apart from the insides which are just dusted with soft hair underneath Calum’s fingers.
“Why does it always come back to my ass?” Luke asks, flopping back onto the table.
“You’re the one that brought it up, Luke,” Calum says. “Turn over.”
Luke grins and quickly flips himself over.
“Is this so you can look at my ass?” Luke asks, muffled with his face on the table. “Do you tell Michael you want to massage his ass?”
Calum’s fingers still on his hamstring. “I can’t say that I do,” he mutters, resuming his work. “And I didn’t say that to you either.”
“What about Ashton?” Luke asks. “Do you tell him he has nice thighs?”
“Are you fishing?” Calum asks, digging his thumb particularly deep into Luke’s hamstring.
“Well,” Luke pauses as Calum finds some tension. “I told you you were my favorite trainer, but I’ve heard nothing about who your favorite band member is.”
Calum continues working the tightness, Luke melting into the table beneath him and considers Luke’s words.
“Are you insane?” Calum asks slowly, “You don’t think there’s any reason I keep injuring you specifically?”
“I know I distract you,” Luke says, and Calum can feel himself blushing even though Luke’s not looking at him.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Calum says darkly.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Luke asks, still muffled, letting out a little grunt as Calum works his other calf.
“Go on,” Calum says, running his thumbs back up towards Luke’s knee.
“I didn’t catch that ball that time because I was too busy looking at your arms,” Luke says. “Thinking about whether you could crush something with your bicep.”
Calum’s hands stop on Luke’s skin for a second as his brain whirrs. “Oh,” is all he manages.
“I think you could probably crush some sort of fruit in there if you tried hard enough, maybe a grapefruit,” Luke continues. “But anyway, that’s how I know it was my fault. You’re too hot, got me off my game. And my hand eye coordination.”
“You’re trying to kill me,” Calum says, stepping back so Luke can sit up and smirk at him.
“You’re the one trying to kill me I think,” Luke says, swinging his legs off the bed, his lips stretching into that smirk-y half smile that hollows out his dimple aggressively. “But would you try to crush a grapefruit if I asked really nicely?”
***
It comes to a head a week or so later. Calum’s going out of his mind, Luke getting closer and closer to him, asking Calum to correct his form constantly, make excuses for individual sessions and generally setting Calum on edge. He wants Luke so badly, but he can’t go for it until he actually knows for sure. It’s such a horribly grey area.
He’s with Luke in a hotel gym a few hours before a show. It’s a pretty depressing gym, white walls and about ten pieces of equipment in total, but it’s better than Calum’s resistance bands and mini plastic cones. He’s doing a fairly short upper body circuit with Luke, and as is expected at this point, he’s driving him insane.
“What are you doing?” Calum asks, his hand clutching onto the rack until the tips of his fingers turn white.
“Incline… bench presses?” Luke says with a grunt, pushing the bar up again with another twitch of his hips and a long look at Calum.
“I don’t think that’s the correct form,” Calum says slowly. “Glue your lower back to the bench. Keep your hips still.”
“Hm?” Luke says, another press. Another almost writhe on the leather bench.
“Stop moving your hips,” Calum says, his voice almost robotic.
“Make me,” Luke bites back, fire in his eyes and his chest heaving slightly from the exertion. There’s a heavy pause, where Luke just looks at Calum, almost daring him to make the next move.
Calum can’t help it, he moves towards Luke, standing in between his spread legs, Luke just watching him with his hands still above his head, resting on the barbell. Calum leans over and circles his fingers around Luke’s hips, fingers reaching up to his narrower waist and thumbs pushing into his hip bones. He feels Luke’s chest expand up away from his fingers and he sucks in a breath.
“Go again,” Calum murmurs, his eyes running over Luke's body as he pushes his hips firmly into the bench. He doesn’t know who he is or where he is at this point, as Luke dutifully lifts the barbell off the rack above Calum’s head, carefully dropping it to his chest and then slowly lifting it back up. Calum can feel his hips try to move underneath his hands again, but he pushes down harder, pressing Luke into the bench. A noise comes out of Luke’s mouth that’s a bit closer to a moan than any of the grunts and groans Calum’s been tortured with so far, and Calum lifts his eyes to look at Luke’s face, his eyes slid closed and his jaw clenched. The muscles in his arms shake as he pushes the last of the way up and the barbell lands on the rack with a clang that echoes through the gym.
Calum stays where he is, his fingers still pushed into Luke’s hips and dipping into the folds of his loose T-shirt. “Feel better?” Calum murmurs.
Luke keeps his eyes closed and his head tipped back. “You could say that,” his voice uneven and low. Calum drops his eyes back down to Luke’s shorts, and can see the outline of his dick more than he could before, now half hard in the straining shorts. The sight of it makes Calum’s fingers tighten even further.
Luke opens his eyes and fixes Calum with a long look. Calum feels frozen, his muscles locked in place, hands glued to Luke’s hips.
“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” Luke murmurs, then he leans up and catches Calum’s lips on his own.
Calum doesn’t even respond in shock, because in a way this is all he’s been waiting for, he just kisses Luke back, hot and open mouthed, his lips soft against Calum’s.
Luke is quick and demanding from the outset, licking into Calum’s mouth and kissing him hard. Calum reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Luke’s head, thumb pressing into the scruff of his jaw as Luke kisses him hotly.
Calum gets his chance to bite into that plump bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth, and it draws a little hiss from Luke that makes Calum step even closer, Luke shifting himself closer to the end of the bench.
Calum’s blood simmers in his veins, another piece to Luke Hemmings sliding into place underneath his lips and fingers, Luke’s hands all over him and his mouth moving feverishly over Calum’s, the sound of their breaths hanging heavy in the gym. Calum feels his dick hardening quickly, months of tension and the sweep of Luke’s lips enough to get him riled up almost immediately.
Luke pulls at Calum’s shorts, encouraging him down until he’s sat in Luke’s lap, his legs over the top of Luke's thighs on the bench, and Luke’s dick pushing into his ass.
Luke grunts as his dick makes contact, hands moving towards Calum’s waistband and roughly palming over his shorts and shit this is actually going to happen. Luke’s hand is on his dick. Calum has lost all sense of reality.
“We can’t fuck on this bench,” Calum says, his hips contradicting his words, canting upwards into Luke’s hand. Luke jams his hand into Calum’s shorts, his fingers wrapping around Calum’s dick and Calum grunts loudly. “Luke.”
“Why not?” Luke says. “I want you. Now.”
“I think there’s another benefit to being in a hotel,” Calum says, eyes rolling as Luke squeezes him.
“More than there being a gym?” Luke asks, hand still working Calum like he can’t afford to let go of him while they talk.
“Mm,” Calum murmurs. “Would you like to see my room?”
“Is it nicer than mine?” Luke asks.
“Absolutely not,” Calum replies promptly. “It’s worse.”
“Let’s go,” Luke says, pulling his hand out and grabbing Calum’s wrist, his fingers searing hot. “Fuck, please, let’s go.”
***
“Should I shower?” Calum flounders embarrassingly in the entrance of his room? “Would you prefer it if I showered?”
“Shut up,” Luke says, rolling his eyes and tearing his own shirt off. “I want you to fuck me sooner than that.”
“Shit,” Calum says, frozen half way into the room. “You can’t say shit like that.”
“Why not?” Luke says, laughing a little, a soft teasing thing at complete odds with the words that just came out of his mouth, but his eyes dark and glittering.
The thing is, Calum knows Luke is like this, when the jokes that slip out are completely out of pocket. He’s just struggling to apply it in this circumstance.
“You’re so hot,” is what Calum says, embarrassingly. Understatement of the century. But Luke smiles at it anyway, his eyes softening and his lips curling up, pleased. Exactly like Calum knew he would, because he’s learning, he’s learning all these little pieces of Luke.
“Get over here,” Luke says. “You’ve been fucking standing over there too long.”
Calum doesn’t need to be told again. He moves towards Luke and before he’s gotten within touching distance Luke has closed the gap, tugging on Calum’s shirt and then they’re kissing.
Luke is demanding again, mouth moving insistently against Calum’s lips like he’s searching for something he’s been looking for for a long time. He nips at Calum’s lips and breathes hot into his mouth, licking along the seam of Calum’s lips until he gets inside.
Calum’s hand slides into Luke’s hair to grip the back of his head as he kisses Luke back, tasting him on his lips.
Calum breaks away to kiss down Luke’s jaw, scraping his teeth against the stubble on his neck and sucking bruising kisses along his neck. Luke’s hands grip at his shirt, tugging and pulling, until Calum realizes what he’s after, and steps back so Luke can pull his shirt over his head.
Calum backs them towards the bed and sits down on the edge, Luke immediately climbing on top of him and gripping onto his arms.
“Fuck, you’re so ripped,” Luke says with a laugh that edges on disbelieving, holding onto Calum’s arms tightly.
“I’m literally a personal trainer,” Calum says, dipping his head to kiss at Luke’s neck again, licking his slightly salty skin. “You’ve also seen me shirtless so many times.”
“It’s different,” Luke says, fingers digging into Calum’s chest. “I didn’t know I was about to get your dick the other times.”
Calum laughs. “You could have been about to get my dick the other times.”
“Mm, really?” Luke asks, drawing Calum in for another kiss, grinding down into his lap. “If I asked really nicely?”
“My dick was ready,” Calum says, hands wrapping around Luke’s hips as his ass presses against him, fingers pressing down into the give of Luke’s skin.
“I noticed,” Luke murmurs in his ear.
“Fuck, Calum says, his face red, hiding it in the skin of Luke’s shoulder. “That’s so fuckin’ embarrassing.”
Luke laughs. “It’s not,” he insists, threading his fingers into Calum’s hair to pull his head up. “It’s hot. I make you horny, you make me horny.”
“I make you horny?” Calum asks with a smirk. He knows everything about the situation confirms that, but he can’t help but to ask, Luke’s mouth wrapping around the words “it’s hot” already doing things for him that he didn’t quite foresee.
“You make me so horny,” Luke says, in an earnest way which would almost make Calum laugh or cry maybe, except it sort of just makes him harder instead. “Why do you think I kept trying to get you to touch me?”
“You fuckin’ tease,” Calum says, as Luke grinds into his lap again, and Calum presses his hand against Luke’s shorts, feeling the shape of his dick.
Luke laughs, gravelly, still moving his hips underneath Calum’s hand. “Wanted to see how long it would be before you cracked.”
“Do you do this with all of your trainers?” Calum accuses, leaning forward to kiss Luke’s collarbone.
“Fuck no,” Luke says. “I told you you’re my favorite.”
“Good,” Calum says, biting down lightly.
“Do you do this with the whole band?” Luke asks mischievously.
Calum chokes on air as he kisses Luke’s chest. “Absolutely not.”
“Just checking,” Luke says and swiftly presses Calum down onto the bed.
Calum’s taken a bit by surprise but he likes it. Generally there aren’t many guys he’s been with that can push him around, but he can’t deny that Luke’s massive frame over the top of him is extremely appealing.
Luke dips down to kiss Calum again as he stays straddling his hips, and Calum gratefully recieves Luke’s lips, softer than they were before, like he can is time a little bit more now Calum’s underneath him. He’s exploratory, running his tongue over Calum’s lips and the inside of this mouth, using his weight to push Calum down.
“You know what I was thinking?” Luke asks, pressing Calum into the mattress while sweeping his hands all over his skin. His hands are so gentle, carefully touching and pressing, but have a sort of urgency behind them like everything he touches he can’t get enough of.
“What were you thinking?” Calum asks, struggling to keep his voice even as Luke drops his head so his mouth can follow his roaming hands, little soft kisses and nips to Calum’s skin.
“You’ve touched so much of my body already,” Luke murmurs. “And I’ve had no chance to do the same for yours.”
“Do we have time for that?” Calum asks, slightly strangled, as Luke moves down Calum's body to scrape his teeth against his hip bone. “Isn’t soundcheck in like… two hours?”
“Don’t care,” Luke says, tugging down Calum’s underwear. “Wanna look at your cock for a bit.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Calum groans, looking up at the ceiling for a second as his half hard dick is released into the cooler hotel room air. Luke’s hand is immediately on it, holding it gently but firmly, thumb just teasing the tip. Calum chances a look up at Luke and he’s doing what he said he would, looking at Calum’s dick with an intense sort of gaze, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Calum’s stomach simmers and he feels himself harden the whole way in Luke’s grip, underneath Luke’s focus.
“Mm,” Luke says, starting to move his hand to jerk Calum slowly, eyes flicking up and down Calum’s body.
“Shit,” Calum says, his eyes closing again as arousal races through him, this really isn’t happening to him right now, on top of his scratchy sheets. Luke abruptly squeezes his hand around the head of his dick and Calum’s hips jump a little .
“You get sort of red like you do when it’s really hot,” Luke murmurs. “So pink and gorgeous.”
Luke’s voice is low and gruff, but still lilts in his familiar way of speaking, and it’s driving Calum crazy. He peels his eyes open again so he can look at Luke, lips red from the kissing and being bitten on, and hair fluffy and wild.
Before Calum can formulate a response, Luke drops down and sucks the head of Calum’s cock into his mouth, and part of Calum’s soul leaves his body.
“Fuck,” Calum grunts, as Luke tongues the head, still jerking him off, before dropping lower down Calum’s shaft and sucking long and slow on the way up.
A moan is punched out of Calum as Luke starts a rapid pace, bobbing up and down on Calum’s dick, his hand coming to slide along what doesn’t fit in his mouth.
“I’d go further,” Luke says, pulling off Calum’s dick with a lewd noise and speaking the words directly over the head of his cock. “But I can’t fuck up my voice.”
“It’s fi—mmm,” Calum is cut off as Luke resumes his task with enthusiasm. Calum’s hand finds its way into Luke’s hair and he looks up at him, positively smiling around Calum’s dick, and all Calum can do is drop his head back and groan.
He pulls Luke off his dick, not risking getting any closer to the edge before this has really started.
“You better stop that,” Calum says with a grin as Luke crawls back up his body.
“I thought you’d have better stamina,” Luke says with a smirk kissing Calum again, straddling his hips and sitting on his thighs. Calum uses the opportunity to get a hand on Luke’s dick, touching him slowly.
“Normally I would,” Calum says honestly. “But you’ve basically been edging me for two months.”
Luke laughs, which tails off into sighs as Calum starts working his hand faster, thumbing over the head. Luke’s dick is exactly as pretty as the rest of Luke, which he should have expected really, sizeable and long, and curving slightly to the right, and blushing pink in a way his body doesn’t. The skin on his shaft is soft, a couple of thick veins intersecting on the underside, which make Luke shudder when pressed, and the head is already wet and shiny, precum beading as Calum works him over.
“We better get on with it then,” Luke says, his eyes slipping closed. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
“You want me to fuck you?” Calum asks, kissing all over Luke’s chest.
“Thought you could show me how strong you really are,” Luke says breathlessly, his hands running over Calum’s shoulder and pressing into his hair. “Throw me around a little.”
Calum sucks Luke’s nipple into his mouth for a second then pulls off to look up at Luke.
“I think you overestimate my ability,” he says, meeting Luke’s glittering eyes.
“I also thought I could show you how well my mobility’s improved with your coaching, " Luke says, a smile dancing at the corner of his lips.
“You’re incredible,” Calum says, kissing Luke again, hands gripping his waist. “And insane.”
Luke laughs, throwing his head back. “I know.”
Calum slowly slicks up his fingers as Luke lies back on the bed and opens his legs, a little smirk on his face that has driven Calum crazy for ages, but is almost unbearable as Luke leans back, spreading his legs, his cock hard and pink on his stomach.
“Do you want to try some kama sutra shit to show me how bendy you are?” Calum snorts, finger circling Luke’s entrance, just slipping inside slightly as his other hand works Luke’s dick slowly, the head sliding above Calum’s grip as Luke spreads his legs wide.
Luke laughs which tails off into a moan as Calum’s finger slots inside him. “It’s risky for our first go, isn’t it?”
“Maybe a little,” Calum says, slowly pressing in and out of Luke and concentrating on the way his face pinches and relaxes as Calum moves his hands in tandem, watching when Luke swallows and when his dick kicks in his hand.
“Next time,” Luke says breathlessly, which makes Calum even harder somehow, knowing that even before they’ve fucked that Luke wants to do this with him again. “You can just bend me over this time.”
“Jesus,” Calum says, and Luke just laughs underneath him, uneven underneath Calum’s attention. Calum presses another finger inside him and he tilts his head back, neck straining and mouth dropping open slightly.
“Next time maybe you can show me just how strong you are now,” Calum says, crooking his fingers inside Luke.
“I could hold you up against a wall and fuck you,” Luke says, the confidence wavering as Calum finds the spot inside him that makes him shudder.
“Good?” Calum asks, kissing the inside of Luke’s knee over the almost completely healed bruise, faded to the palest yellow. He moves his fingers over that spot again and again while spreading them inside Luke.
Yeah, yeah,” Luke groans, head all the way back, his neck taut. “You can fuck me now.”
“Yeah?” Calum asks.
“Please,” Luke asks, sweetly, opening his eyes to gaze at Calum with something dark and filled with want.
Calum grabs Luke’s hips and hauls him to the edge of the bed, then seeing the fire burning in Luke’s eyes, uses his arm strength to quickly flip him over and press him back down towards the sheets, hips and ass high in the air and face in the comforter.
“Fuck yes,” he hears Luke mumble into the sheets.
“Just following instructions,” Calum mumbles, squeezing Luke’s ass in his hand.
“You just want to see my ass more,” Luke says, wiggling it towards Calum.
Calum lightly taps his ass cheek experimentally, watching the way it rebounds against his fingers. He hears Luke giggle from underneath him.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“It’s fucking ludicrous,” Calum says truthfully, stroking his fingers over Luke’s ass as his other hand squeezes Luke’s hip, thumb pressing into the flesh.
Calum rolls a condom on as quickly as he can, lubing himself up then lining up behind Luke, hands circling Luke’s hips tightly.
“Good?” Calum checks.
“Mhm,” Luke says, head turned to the side, and Calum can see the corner of his lips turn up into a smile.
Calum presses into Luke slowly, keeping a firm grip on his hips, and his chest catches like the air has been punched out of him as he slips inside, surrounded by Luke, so hot and tight.
Luke makes these little grunts as Calum slides in, little gusts of air that pass his lips as his eyelashes flutter.
Calum starts a steady pace, thrusting into Luke on the bed, Luke’s body sliding up and down in Calum’s grip.
“Fuck, yeah,” Luke says, his hands grabbing onto the sheets. “Faster, Calum.”
Calum obeys, moving his lips into Luke quicker, holding onto Luke’s hips tighter to pull him back against him over and over. He watches the way Luke’s body moves, the backs of his thighs hitting Calum’s own legs, the way his back arches towards Calum, his shoulders wide on the sheets, and has a wild thought that he wishes he could see Luke’s face better.
He pulls out of Luke and Luke makes a little surprised noise, turning his head, a little crease forming between his eyebrows.
Calum grabs his hips to flip him again, throwing him further onto the bed and growls at the look on Luke’s face, his eyes glassy, hair wild and his lips red like he’s been gnawing on them as Calum fucks him.
“Shit, Calum,” Luke says, propping himself up on his elbows and taking in the look on Calum’s face. “Fuckin’ hell.”
Calum grins and crawls towards him, grabbing a pillow to stuff under Luke’s hips, lining himself up again and Luke looks down at him and laughs delightedly, eyes sparkling.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Calum says, unable to not grin back at Luke as he presses back into him, and his laugh tails off as his eyes slide closed.
“Can’t believe I’m getting what I wanted this whole time,” Luke says smugly, eyes fluttering open again as Calum starts up a rhythm.
Calum experimentally wraps one of his hands around Luke’s thigh, fingers pressing against the skin like he does for a massage, but hooking around to push backwards, spreading Luke further.
“Oh,” Luke says, a moan slipping out his mouth at the new position as Calum continues to drive into him.
“Thought you’re bendy enough to manage,” Calum grunts, pressing Luke’s thigh back further towards him, bending him in the middle as he braces himself with his other hand. “We’ve almost tried this before.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Luke groans. “Fuck that’s so good, Cal.”
Calum’s breath catches at the nickname as he works deeper into Luke, tilting him back just a little bit more and Luke cries out.
“More.”
“Gotta be careful,” Calum says as he slows down, grinding into that spot that makes Luke’s hands clutch at his back and whimpers come out of his mouth. “Don’t want to ruin you when you have to perform.”
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” Luke asks breathlessly, voice breaking on every other word, his knee up near his ear. “To aid our recovery?”
“I’m not sure this is what the contract covered,” Calum says, speeding up again. He can’t keep this going much longer, his body working closer and closer to that edge, Luke writhing and sweaty beneath him, and he thrusts quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, yessss… yes!” Luke whines. He’s not so loud that he’s worried about anyone hearing them, especially since they’re down where Calum is staying, not near Luke’s room, but it's loud enough to work Calum higher with Luke’s wrecked voice the only thing he can hear. “More, more.”
Calum’s head is pounding, heat gathering in his stomach as Luke clamors for more from him and all he can do is acquiesce, hips slapping against Luke’s ass and the cheap bed moving underneath them.
He presses Luke’s leg back even further so it’s passed his ear and uses his other hand to grip Luke’s dick, tugging him off roughly in time with his thrusts.
Luke lets out a long moan as Calum touches his cock, and with a few more thrusts, shudders and comes all over Calum’s hand, throwing his head back and mouth opening on a silent gasp. His face screws up in tension and his mouth relaxes open as waves of shocks ripple through his body.
Calum takes one look at Luke coming on his dick, thrusts twice more, and his orgasm hits him like a train, burning through his body as his hands clutch onto Luke and grunts fall out his mouth.
“Shit,” Calum groans, pulling out of Luke and flopping next to him, trying to take the condom off with his eyes closed and wrung out muscles.
“Yeah,” Luke says, shuffling over and tucking his head into Calum’s neck, his curls brushing Calum’s chin, and throwing an arm over Calum’s waist. Calum smiles at Luke latching on, brushing his fingers up his arm.
“I’m totally serious here,” Luke says after a pause, turning his head to look at Calum, sweat glistening on his forehead. “But should we stretch out?”