moist for calum

I love drunk me but I don’t trust her

one night stands were luke’s thing in college. he used sex to distract from the pain. whatever war he was fighting in his mind, his melon-pink lips were his weapon of choice. he occupied the free windows of time he had from frat parties to language revising between his space physics partners’ thighs, letting out all of his pent up frustration and turning it in to making you feel good. “jesus, luke-” you sighed as you reached your peak but were cut off by his raspy voice peeking out from under you. “nope, just me.” he smiled that goddamn glowing boyish grin that you grew to find comfort in and you lightly smacked his golden head and flopped back down on his bed, sleep clouding over your body as soon as your head hit his pillow. luke giggled at your snoring figure, not minding you were there to keep him & his thoughts company. he wrapped his arms around you and shut off the light, burying his elfish nose in the crook of your neck. you stirred, waking up, feeling like an idiot that you slept in his bed. you slowly got up, and picked up your jeans when you felt an arm hook around your waist, pulling you back to bed. “please,” luke practically whimpered and tightened his grip around you, pulling his blue comforter up. “be the first one to stay.”