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Wait for me - part 1 (different version)

Calum sighed as he stripped himself bare and stepped into the shower. Michael, Luke, and Ashton were out clubbing. Michael (his roommate this time around) tried his best to talk Calum into coming out with them. And then Ashton came in and joined Michael. But the bassist just wasn’t up to it; so finally, the two of them left him alone.

Luke did not try to convince him to go clubbing. He had simply stopped by the door when the three of them were leaving to wish Calum a good night. Calum didn’t know whether to feel happy or put out.

Calum turned on the water to blazing hot, hissing slightly in pain as it scorched his skin. He didn’t try to fight this time as his mind drifted back to Luke’s intense blue eyes. They followed him everywhere now; it didn’t matter where they were. On stage. At interviews. In their hotel rooms.

In the past, Calum had caught Luke watching him once in a while, a pensive look on his face. The blond would always smile and look away, a regular social interaction. But now something had changed; there was shameless possessiveness in those eyes, jealously guarding Calum, glaring down anyone who got too close to him.

At first Calum played it off as a joke, returning Luke’s stare with playful winks. But instead of smirking back at him, Luke just continued to stare, and Calum finally walked away, an uncomfortable warmth spreading down his neck at the intense scrutiny. That was more than a month ago and since then, the staring only became more frequent. Calum refused to back down in those early days, trying to keep his gaze steadily on those blue eyes as if answering Luke’s challenge, his chin stuck out in a defiant jut as he let Luke know he would not be intimidated. But he quickly found a lump building up in his throat, and all too soon, his eyes would drop and he would mumble something incoherent and turn away.

Michael and Ashton noticed too, and Calum knew they were just as confused about what the hell was wrong with Luke as he was. For a little while, he thought the blond was angry at him; he cornered Luke in a dressing room one day and demanded to know what the problem was. Calum still felt the irritation crawling down his skin as he remembered how Luke laughed and told him he would figure it out eventually.

Then somehow, slowly over the month, Calum began to slowly crave those eyes on him. The whole thing was absurd, but he was now genuinely disappointed when he looked up and he didn’t find Luke watching him. Calum was thoroughly confused about his own reaction.

He grabbed a soap bar and started to run it over his body, hands drifting down slowly. His fingers slipped past dusky nipples, tweaking them slightly before wrapping around his own manhood and tugging lightly. He tried to conjure the feeling of a small delicate hand wrapping around him instead of his own hand, imagined the wall behind his back was a feminine figure pressed into him, the curve of full breasts brushing against his shoulder blades. But it brought him no pleasure, and he didn’t try to fight this time when his imagination conjured a harder figure behind him instead, masculine, broad, and protective. A moan slipped from his throat as he tugged at his erection, picturing a pale, large, calloused hand in place of his own now.

Oh… it felt so good… But Calum knew by now that it was not enough. Shame built up through him as he brought his soapy left hand around his back to touch lightly at his rim instead, stroking the little bud lightly before he let his index finger slip in.

“Do you want it in you…?” A low voice behind growled, as Luke rubbed the head of his penis against Calum’s hole, just barely letting the head catch against the muscles protecting Calum’s insides.

“Y-yes…” Calum begged, pushing back that light pressure, desperate to feel that length inside him.

“Don’t worry, baby…” Luke groaned in his ears, pushing slowly into him, the slow stretch opening up Calum slowly.

Calum didn’t try to control the gasps and moans leaving his throat, imagining it was Luke’s big thick penis fucking him slow and long against the shower wall.

“Unh… oh... Luke, harder please…” he begged and cried, eyes squeezed tightly shut; three of his own soapy fingers now pleasured his hole as his other hand tugged at his erection. Lost in his pleasured haze, Calum was totally unaware of the figure yanking the bathroom door open and then pushing the shower curtain aside to stare at him.

“Oh shit…” Luke could feel the drool start to run down his chin as he watched his beautiful, incoherent Calum fuck himself on his fingers and moan Luke’s name in pleasure. He’d left Michael and Ashton at the club, surrounded by hordes of fan-girls. Fueled by alcohol as he was, the blond did not know if this was another one of his dreams, but he wasn’t about to argue right now. He wasted no time stripping his shirt off before he was stepping into the shower with Calum, caging him against the wall.