He emerges, dressed and pulling on his leather jacket. You wonder out loud, “And you guys can’t just send files back and forth like you have before?” He disappears into the closet and you chew your lip, trying to swallow down the disappointment you’re feeling. “Oh wow, that’s intense,” you offer with quiet compassion. “We fucked up and that new song’s gotta be mixed, mastered and turned in before midnight tonight, not tomorrow.” “Baby, I’m sorry,” he starts, immediately scurrying around the room, cock still half hard. He ends the call and frowns at the look of disbelief on your face. “I can be on the freeway in like 10, I’ll text when I’m there.” “Okay… no, of course I’m not too busy, of course I can be there,” he answers, mouthing sorry at the way your jaw drops. He grimaces in response, nodding silently as he listens to Ashton’s monologue. The sound of this conversation instantly alarms you and you pop your head around to his line of vision to let him know, shaking your head. “Wha- I thought that wasn’t due until tomorrow… oh I guess I didn’t see when that email was sent… so like, today tomorrow?” You relent and instead peck at the freckles on his neck. “Hey, man, what’s going on?” He answers, rushing out his greeting while stilling your hand. Luke jumps as his phone vibrates in his hand. “Tell him you’ve had a hard morning and you can’t be bothered until you deal with some pressing matters… like pressing this cock into my -” You thumb over his slit, spreading the precum around, smiling at the hiss he lets out when you start slowly stroking. “Tell him you’re busy,” you purr, reaching around to wrap a hand around his cock. He sits on the edge of the bed to text Ashton while you curl up behind him, nipping at his shoulder. “A likely story,” he jokes, reaching for his own phone. “I told you not to send him to voicemail all those times, now he won’t stop calling me.” “ Haha,” you respond dryly, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and holding it out for him to see.
“Honestly shocking that’s the first time you’ve accidentally called out his name,” he cracks, snorting at his own joke as he dodges the kick you aim at his chest.
Luke looks up from between your legs, mouth glistening, breath heavy, eyes shining with hunger and amusement. “ Oh… oh just like that… don’t stop… don’t stop… oh… babe, wait… Ash?” I no longer use a tag list so more than ever, these fics live and die by reblogs! If you enjoy, please consider sharing so it can circulate and be seen by other readers! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! Also I apparently mention Luke’s thighs 12 times. For real, like 2500 words of this is rimming. Dirty talk, use of sex toys (solo and partnered), sexting, masturbation, prolonged teasing, lowkey body worship, very brief oral sex (female receiving), very not brief rimming (male receiving). Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke, band responsibility disrupting sexy plans (no angst, just sexual frustration and tension). This is the first Luke fic I’ve managed to finish on my own ( Waiting For It Gets So Boring was co-written with Cass!) so please let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more! And here we are now! Everyone say thank you, Cass! (And also for giving notes and feedback as always and just generally being the best.) This fic is 1000% dedicated to - I had an inexplicable - and rather explicit - Luke breakdown in our chat over the summer and she not only egged me on but when I was done, she was immediately like “fic please.” It was essentially a joke between us until Christmas Day (lmao) when she suggested taking my concept for a spin could be a fun way to spend the holiday.
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