"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

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Smutt Alert

Annie didn't know if she'd sleep on the couch, or if she'd sleep in the bed with Calum, or if maybe she could convince Johanna to let her share her bed. But as they night grew on, Annie found herself yawning, and before she knew it Calum was leading her to the bed, gently pushing her onto it.

  "Cal?" She asked.

   He didn't respond, digging through the drawers where Annie had already unpacked their stuff. Finally, he pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of warm pajama pants, tossing them to Annie.

  She looked at them, trying to figure out what Calum was doing. "Are you going to bed too?" She asked.

  He shook his head barely. Calum had slept most of the day, Annie didn't think he'd be sleeping much that night either.

  "Go to bed," he murmered deeply, pushing her down slowly, but strongly. Annie closed her eyes, relishing in his voice.

  "Are you going to sleep tonight?" She asked.

  Calum considered it. "Maybe."

  He turned to leave, but Annie quickly grabbed on to the edge of his shirt, pulling him back. "Take care of yourself. Really."
 
  He looked at her, his expression blank, his eyes dark. "Can I kiss you?"

  His words were quiet, and deep. Annie knew that she could say no. She knew that he really was asking, and that if she didn't want a kiss, he wouldn't force her.

  But still, the word left her lips, barely audible. "Yes."

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  Luke was dead.

  Dead to the world, dead to his family and friends, just... dead.

  Sure, he was breathing. Sure, his heart thumped in his chest, and okay, maybe physically he was alive, but mentally... mentally, he was another story.

  First of all, 15 hours was wayyy too long to be on a plane. Luke wanted to personally find and kill whoever thought that was a good idea.

  Then, when they finally got to Sydney, Luke waited with Michael but his parents never showed up. Finally, Michael gave up and decided that he would just go home with Luke, because right now his parents didn't care about him so he wouldn't care about them.

  So Luke had an aching back and a grumpy, slightly depressed Mikey to deal with. So what did he do? He called Calum.

  Not really called, video messaged. That was better anyways. But when Annie picked up, Luke realized maybe that wasn't the thing to improve his mood.

  Calum didn't say a single word to him. He barely even looked at him. No, almost the entire time, Calum was staring at Annie in a way that made Luke almost... angry. He'd had plenty of time to accept their relationship, but sometimes, it still stung. He couldn't help it. He was possessive, and he wanted Calum for himself. Of course, Luke would never admit that, so there he was, laying on his bed with a hand over his eyes wondering if it was healthy to feel like such crap.

  The door opened, and Luke groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Mum, I said I'd talk to you tomorrow. I'm really tired."

  "Luke Hemmings," a mock high pitched voice that was definitely not Liz said, "Who do you are, talking to your mum like that."

  Luke groaned again, but he couldn't help the smile. "Mikey, fuck off."

  Michael just snorted, closing and locking the door behind him. "I'm sleeping in here," he decided.

  Luke shrugged. "Fine. The floor's free."

  Michael shoved him over a bit, climbing onto the bed next to him, over the covers. "I'm sleeping up here."

  "Rude."

  "Shut up."

  "Make me."

  Michael grabbed Luke's jawline, pulling him in aggressively for an open mouthed kiss, Luke reacting immediately. He kissed back, but pulled away when he felt Michael's hand on his chest. "Mum's downstairs."

  "You're point?" Michael's eyes were closed, breathing in slowly. He moved forwards to kiss Luke again, and Luke let him, kissing back. He pushed harder against the pale boy, the kiss getting deeper. They rolled over, Michael pushing his legs in between Luke's and grinding against him, on top of him.

  "Seriously," Luke panted, pushing him back. "I'm not going to do anything with you when my mum's home."

  Michael whined, but Luke pushed him away, sitting back up. "I can be quiet?" Mikey suggested, pushing his purple fringe out of the way.

  "Michael."

  "Fine, at least let me-"

  "Michael."

  He pouted. "Fine."

  Luke rolled his eyes, pulling his shirt off to go to bed. Michael raised his eyebrows at him hopefually. Luke caught his gaze, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, go take a cold shower."

  "I'll take a hot one, thanks."

  Luke rolled his eyes. "Don't be too loud."

  "I wouldn't have to if-"

  Luke shut him up with another kiss, before pushing him back again. "Shut up. I'm going to bed, don't wake me up when you're done."

  Michael turned away, yanking his shirt over his head, shoving his pants down. "Maybe."

  "Seriously."

  He yanked his underwear down too, kicking them away. "I'll be quiet," he said quietly, as if that was supposed to convince Luke. Luke did his best keeping his gaze on Michael's face, nodding and looking away.

  "Whatever."

  Michael winked, and casually strolled into the bathroom to shower.

  Running a hand through his hair, Luke sighed. Michael's offer sounded really good right now, but he was serious about not fucking when his mum was in the house.

  They had been doing more with each other lately, mainly just the past month or two. Luke was so used to having Calum at his beck and call, when he moved out he wasn't quite sure how to react. But most days, Michael was more than willing to help him out.

  Luke imagined him hovering over him, climbing down his body and tangling his fingers in the waistline of his boxers, so careless yet so intentional with all of his actions. Luke glanced at his door, biting his lip. He really shouldn't.

  It was locked though.

  Giving in, Luke trailed his hand down his stomach, sneaking his fingers into his boxers. He sighed in relief, closing his eyes and imaging Michael, grinding down on him, moaning above him, as he-

  "I knew you wouldn't be able to contain yourself," Michael mumbled huskily in Luke's ear, making him moan. "Shh... remember what you said about being quiet..." he trailed off, pushing Luke's head to the side roughly, making sloppy kisses down his neck.

  "Mikey..." he groaned, rocking his hips needily.

  "Quiet," he reminded, biting hard down on Luke's neck. He bit his tongue to try and keep from moaning aloud.

  Michael moved away from his neck, leaving Luke panting as he crawled onto his body, hovering over him and pulling his jeans down slowly.

  Luke exhaled shakily, closing his eyes in pleasure. "Just do something already."

  Michael smiled, having won. "Just shut up," he growled, hooking his fingers around Luke's boxers, pulling them down with his jeans and leaning down.