Luke's POV:
"I WALK A LONELY ROAD THE ONLY ROAD I NEVER KNOWN," Michael's voice booms through the car as he sways back and forth in the seat in front of us. I watch as he over estimates the distance, banging his head into the window.
"Mikey!" Jo calls out, reaching a hand over to him. "Are you alright?"
She's answered with a signature drunk Michael giggle. I watch as he rubs his head and blinks a few times before his bottom lip pouts out. He resembles a 5 year old about to burst into tears after being told no about getting an ice cream cone.
"Mike, don't start. C'mere," Ash sighs, patting his lap. Mikey curls up on the seat, laying his head in Ash's lap and within a minute he's snoring. I sigh, pulling out my phone, careful not to let the light of the screen illuminate anywhere but my face, looking at the message from Ty.
You can thank me later. Dance with her.
I rerun the night in my head over and over. Luckily, Jordan is beside me instead of one of the boys, and she's quite out of it, so she doesn't know the unrelenting bulge in my pants.
Turns out, Michael was already wasted enough to accidentally hand her jager instead of vodka, which ended up with her being pretty out of it and me deciding to call it a night, phoning our driver to come get the rest of us.
We pull to the back entrance of the hotel, quickly scurrying in before anyone can see us. I rest my hands gently on Jordan's shoulders, keeping her in front of me the entire way to the room, grabbing the hotel key from my back pocket.
I hadn't had much to drink; I'd seen a man eyeing Jordan across the room while we danced and decided one of us had better be level headed, just in case.
"NIGHTY NIGHT FRIENDS," Michael practically screams down the hallway at us. Jordan giggles, grabbing my hand and taking the room key, fiddling with it.
"Michael, shut the fuck up," Cal rolls his eyes, grabbing Mike's arm and leading him into his room. I sigh, rubbing my hand over my face, exhausted. I feel for Cal; nobody likes babysitting a drunk Michael, considering it usually involves a lot of tears.
And nudity.
"Night guys," Ash mumbles, walking by with squinted eyes. I watch as he attempts to swipe his key three times, finally managing to get it in the slot. Once his door clicks shut, I turn my attention back to Jordan. I reach around, taking the key gently from her fingers and opening our door.
"Lukey," she mutters, and I mentally punch myself in the face as my heart flutters at the word.
"Whatcha need J," I mumble, still gently guiding her further into the room, closing the door behind us.
"M' tired. And my feet hurt," she grumbles. I chuckle a little, sitting her down on the side of the bed. I crouch down, pulling her heels off carefully. She smiles, falling back onto the white comforter, her blue dress contrasting harshly to the fabric. I catch myself staring as the soft skin below the cutouts as they move with each sleepy breathe she takes and I have the sudden urge to lean down and kiss it.
What the fuck are you doing Luke, you said you wouldn't do this. You can't fuck this up with her, she's too important. You're drunk, that's the only reason you're thinking all this shit.
My mind stops me like it always does and I take a settling breath, pulling myself back together. I stand up, grabbing some of her pajamas out of her suitcase.
"Here J, change into these. I'm gonna go shower," I swallow thickly, my erection becoming physically painful. She hums appreciatively, taking the sweats in her hand.
"Wait wait wait, unzip me first," she mumbles, rolling over onto her stomach. I climb onto the bed, a knee on either side of her legs as I stretch to reach the top of the track. I pinch the cool metal between my fingers, pulling it down the track slower than I need to, my cock practically throbbing with each new inch of bare skin revealed as the fabric opens.
I almost come undone right there when I see the lace of her bra. "Thanks," she hums appreciatively and I rush to the bathroom, hastily grabbing some boxers on the way.
I throw my shirt over my head, looking at myself in the mirror. My chest is heaving and my eyes are wild and an electric blue, swimming with arousal. My belt is off in record time and I pull my pants and boxers down in one go, my cock still painfully hard.
The water is still chilled when I climb under the spray but I'm too distracted to notice. I get my entire body wet, feeling the gel rinse out as my hair falls slack against my forehead, sticking to the freshly wet skin.
I take my cock in my hand, a breath hissing through my teeth at the long awaited contact. I begin to move back and forth, a mixture of my hips and my hands doing the work. I lean forward, my free hand bracing my weight against the front of the shower. My head drops, the water running down my face, leaving my gasping for air.
Or maybe that was the fact that every god damn image flashing in my mind is Jordan.
With my eyes forced shut by the water there's not way to get away from it. The feeling of her hips in my hands, grinding back against me as the music shook us both. My imagination begins to soar as I imagine the night going differently than it did.
Her hand intertwined with mine, pulling me out the front and hailing a cab to bring us back her. Her pink lip getting trapped under those pretty little teeth as she bites down on it, pulling a strap of her dress off her shoulder, being the tease I know she has to be in bed. I imagine myself getting so frustrated I practically tackle her onto the bed, lips attaching feverishly as my hands roam her skin. We'd be so desperate for eachother it wouldn't last long but it would be the best thing that'd ever happened to either of us.
A groan flows off my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut even harder as I feel myself release, my head spinning.
Getting out of the shower is a lot more difficult than getting in, considering my legs feel like jelly. I quickly dry my body, ruffling the towel over my hair and throwing on my boxers. I climb into the bed as gently as I can, but Jo wakes up anyways.
She looks cozy in her pj's and I smile fondly as she curls up against my chest.
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"Fuck the sun," are the words to wake me up. I look over to see Jo glaring at the sunlight shining in the window of our room. I groan, rolling over on my stomach. I hear the gentle clink of pills begin sat down on the nightstand.
"Figured you might need them after last night," Jo smiles, taking a sip of coffee out of one of the hotel mugs.
"I didn't even get drunk," I tease, quirking an eyebrow. She rolls her eyes at me, walking to her suitcase and grabbing some clothes for the day.
"Wait what're we doing today," I mumble into my pillow.
"You have show rehersal, I have training for merch," she explains, bending down to look through her suitcase. I advert my eyes before a repeat of last night occurs. I watch her grab a tank top, black leather jacket and blue jean shorts from her bag.
I know I should look away but I can't as she slides her shirt over her head, revealing the same lace bra from last night.
"WOAH hello hi still here!" I exclaim, reluctantly covering my eyes in case she didn't want me to see.
"Oh suck it up Hemmings, if were gonna room together this whole tour I'm not going to the bathroom every time I have to change clothes," she explains, sliding her sweats off and trading them for shorts.
I twist my ring around on my finger as I watch her examine the outfit from all angles in the mirror. She frowns a little before pulling out her phone and texting someone. They respond immediately.
"I'll be right back, Ash is gonna let me borrow a bandana," she explains, heading for the door.
"Bye," I tease, still not moving. She peeks her head back at me with a grin.
"Oh and by the way Luke, I may have been drunk last night, but I know you showered twice. Nice try," she winks at me before heading out the door gleefully.
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this is so so short but I wanted to get a chapter out before i head to cincinatti for a few days and I figured i'd give you all a little smut wooooo
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