(Creds to nofangirlleftbehind on ao3)
Luke whimpered in defeat from where he was laid in bed, completely naked. His hand fell away from his cock, where it had been for the last hour. He had gotten a random boner, as teenage boys around his age do, so he had locked himself in his and Michael's hotel room to take care of it, as Michael was out, finally doing something to fix the fact that he was losing his hair, much to everyone's relief.
Luke had been watching all sorts of porn to try and help. Any porn he could usually get of to, sometime several times, he tried, praying for the best, but none had helped, unfortunately. And so, the boy was left with an almost painfully hard boner, with no way of getting it to go down himself. The sound of the door clicking shut a few rooms down registered in his ears, and he sat up. Michael had gone into Ashton and Calum's room, as there was better wifi in there, and so he really only slept in the hotel room he shared with Luke. Luke bit his lip for a moment, tongue darting across the groove created by his teeth.
"He's gonna laugh..."
Luke got to his feet, shuffling around the room to grab a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt that was probably Michael's, not that he cared. He left the room, dashing through the hall, slowly pushing the door of Ashton and Calum's hotel room open, poking his head inside to see Michael laid out on the ground, laptop on his stomach.
"M-Mikey?"
Michael lifted his head.
"What?"
"If I ask you something, will you laugh?"
"Only if it's a funny question."
"How do you make a boner that won't go down, go down?"
Michael blinked, sitting up.
"What?"
"I, uhm, it's been an hour, and I can't get it to go down."
"Fuck your hand?"
"I did that, I'm not dumb."
"Well...how hard are you, it might just not be going down because you're giving it attention, I dunno."
Luke sighed, opening the door wider and lifting Michael's shirt from where it was covering his boner to show the older boy the massive tent in his sweatpants.
"It's not gonna go down, and it's hurting a little bit. Not like bad, just when you need to come really bad, because I can't."
Michael slowly closed his laptop, standing and reaching for the waistband of Luke's pants. Luke flinched back, and Michael sighed.
"What?"
"I'm in the hallway, someone might see."
"Fine."
Michael grabbed Luke's hand, pulling him back to their hotel room.
"What-"
"I wanna make sure your dick isn't broken."
"I know you're into guys as well as girls, but-"
"So are you."
Luke glared at Michael's back before Michael gently pushed Luke into their hotel room, flipping on the light and locking the door. Luke sat on the bed, twiddling his thumbs as Michael kicked his shoes off before he turned to look at the blond boy.
"Right, whip it out."
Luke bit his lip ring, and Michael sighed.
"Luke, I can't help you if-"
