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Lukes week was shit.
He had an interview on Monday, but that day he got a horrific sore throat that had caught him off guard, so to say he wasn't ecstatic for this video now was barely touching how he felt. Then, Tuesday, the demos got hacked again, and three recordings went busted and buggy, so he had to record the same things all over again and his throat still wasn't at it's best.
Wednesday rolled around and he practically triple booked himself with different groups of people, so he had to cut each occasion short so he could attend all of them (much to Y/N's nagging of just missing all of them and spending the night in with her).
Then, him and Y/N got into an argument on Luke's wrong doing on Thursday, and Y/N had let it go and forgiven him even though he felt like shit for being the cause no matter how much he'd denied it, as well as for striking up a fight with her over basically nothing. To be honest, Y/N had forgotten the whole argument and what caused it, but it was nibbling at Luke's brain and he was paranoid Y/N was still pissed off.
Friday hit him like a ton of bricks, a last minute concert thrown together so he had to rehearse, and as much as he loved the boys they were being an absolute pain in the ass that Friday. His voice had finally recovered, but when it cracked ever so slightly their new prick of a manager yelled at him over and over, causing him to both want to cry and throw his guitar at the moron's head. That night he was stuck in traffic, missed dinner which his girlfriend had kindly left in the fridge for him, and found her asleep on the sofa as the credits to footloose played.
Saturday was the concert, and late Saturday night he was for some reason feeling stage fright, and his week that had built up like a house being slowly made up, finally came crashing down around him.
The gig was a bust, it was too obvious that it was thrown together so late, and his throat was still a tad rusty so he couldn't harmonise. The lack of sleep was clear as he missed a few queues and screwed up some solos on his old guitar, and finally it was topped off when he fell over a wire. He laughed it off as the crowd laughed with him, but the truth was he wasn't laughing with them. Technically they were laughing at him. His ankle really hurt and not only that but (so he wouldn't go smashing his face into the stage) his back was twisted in an uncomfortable position. He was in pain to put everything lightly.
So when Luke finally entered his house, he felt like crying, screaming and hiding from everyone and everything. Y/N waltzed out of the kitchen, tapping her soapy mixing spoon against the door frame as he could faintly hear music playing form the TV placed on the kitchen counter. This caused a sad, tired smile to cross his face, as he wandered towards his crazy girlfriend as she mimed along dramatically to the lyrics. She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck like a toddler ever so slightly. But she soon realised something was wrong when his body shook a little and a small sob left his mouth. Dropping her spoon onto the floor, she pulled back and held his face in her hands, examining it like his reason for crying would be printed on his face in bold print. Alas, no text was there so she decided to ask him.
"I screw up everything. This week was as big a screw up as me. And now my back's screwed up and really hurts but they didn't know and they thought I was laughing and I wasn't, Y/N, but I didn't want to cause a scene but I think I've pulled something and I'm sorry for that fight on Thursday because I was such a dick and you were right - of course - I should have just called them and I don't know why I didn't and those stupid events have left me so tired...and...and..." he ranted so quickly it sounded almost Spanish, and truth be told Y/N didn't know what he was on about, and once the argument was mentioned she was in slight shock as she'd totally let them go to her long term memory not even remembering the pointless scenario that had accrued.
Not quite trusting her words, she did the next best thing and joined their lips. He kissed back eagerly, and she held back a laugh as he pushed her against the wall in desperation to relieve his stress and pent up emotions. His hands grabbed her hair, pulling her closer gently, and she bit his lower lip in response. Luke's tongue slipped into Y/N's mouth and their make out continued strongly. Soon, he pulled away and began kissing down her jaw savouring her small whimpers of delight. He began to whisper sweet nothings against her skin, so hushed she barely caught the words. Luke knew what he was mumbling though, and they were more dirty than sweet to be frank. His hand creeped up her side and squeezed her waist, lifting up her top softly. She giggled, pushing him away gently. His face was full of confusion, sure she was enjoying this as much as he was.
"I have a better plan, though sex sounds wonderful right now." she sighed, so confident as always, as she messed with his denim jacket gently.
"Yeah?" he responded, watching her intently; full of curiosity.
"Yeah." she smirked, grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs quickly. He followed swiftly, eager to hear her idea. As soon as they reached their shared bed, she shoved him so he was sitting, before Y/N yanked off his shirt. He bit his lip, watching her crawl behind him, and placing her warm hands onto his shoulders causing him to jolt as he wasn't expecting this.
"So..." Y/N teased, nibbling his ear lobe causing him to stutter out a quiet moan. "You say you've had a stressful week?" she wondered innocently, as he nodded before allowing a very stuttered 'yeah' to follow pathetically. Putty in her hands. "You know what's good about that?"
"What?" he wondered, desperate for her touch more than ever.
"You have an amazing girlfriend, I've been told, and she gives amazing..." she moved towards his ear slowly, before whispering. "Massages."
"Really?" he whimpered, his back started ache from sitting up so straight and having Y/N lean accidentally on the pulled muscle.
"May I?" Y/N politely checked, running her hands up and down his bare back as he nodded his head. "Wonderful."
She started easy, her fingers rubbing away stress knots right next to his shoulders, and he moaned as she turned her hands into fists and began needing his skin softly but at the same time in a firm manner, enjoying his reaction to her massage. Once more focusing on the shoulders, she allowed her tips to dance across his pale skin, rubbing skin softly through her palm as if making crumble topping almost. He began to moan louder, as her hands made their way down his back to the waist band of his jeans, stopping just above the black denim and rubbing her palms against the flesh before turning them back to fists and pounding slightly, repeating the process as his back began to relax.
"Is it helping?" she wondered, her usual personality showing through, leaving behind the flirty personal momentarily.
"Y-yeah..." he trailed off, moaning slightly as she did the fist pounding again against the middle of his back. Without meaning to, his mind began to trail off to dirty places. Of her hands on more than just his back, and him moaning from more than just this "innocent" back rub. His jeans got tighter without him noticing, until he felt a light squeeze over his groin causing him to curse abruptly.
"Mhmm, I think you like it quite a bit." she giggled sexily, palming him through the black fabric, his fists clenching the bed sheets. Y/N shuffled around so she was kneeling next to him, then leaned over to connect their lips. He kissed back eager, before laying her on her back and climbing over her.
"You think you're so innocent yeah?" he muttered, sucking against her jaw as she bucked her hips up due to the sensation.
"Not really." she answered, feeling his hands trail down her body in slow admiration.
"After the week I've had hun, you're in for a long night." he chuckled, unbuttoning her blouse impatiently.
Stay horny my kinky friends. Love ya.
