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“Not so fast, Hood.”
Oh hell. That voice belonged to one Luke Robert Hemmings, a guy who took great pleasure in tormenting him. Not that it was entirely undeserved. For years together, Calum had his fun beating the stuffing out of the younger boy. And who could blame him? Luke used to be such a little dweeb, with his neon-green glasses and his penchant for hanging out with his older brother because he was too awkward to talk to anyone in his own class. And things would’ve carried on like that except much to Calum’s annoyance, puberty finally hit Luke at age 17 and turned him into this broad-shouldered giant.
Karma really was a bitch.
The hallways were deserted now, so he’d be stuck fending off this big blond bimbo with no witnesses who might come to his defense. Sigh.
Before Calum could think of a plan to get away, a pale, lean arm wrapped itself around his waist and tugged so he spun into the blond, hands reflexively reaching up to land against broad shoulders to steady himself again. Unbidden by him, his face raised up until he lost himself in the shards of pale ice and deeper ocean that made up Luke’s gorgeous blue eyes.
Gorgeous. It was an uncomfortable word to associate with his bully, but his brain made the connection weeks ago, and try as he might Calum could not seem to get rid of it. And anyway, it was undeniable; Luke Hemmings was a god, his features perfectly balanced, beautiful and masculine all at the same time, especially when he was wearing that possessive look that made Calum’s heart flutter.
“Like something you see, Hood?” A smirk stretched Luke’s thin lips wide.
Calum growled. He wanted to beat that arrogant face until it was unrecognizable, but the hands straying further down his waist until they settled over the curve of his hips (dangerously close to his ass) presented a more immediate problem.
“Fuck you, Lucas.” He tore himself free from the blond’s hold, ignoring the protests of that treacherous part of himself which desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Luke’s neck, press closer against his warm, solid chest, answer Luke’s question with a soft ‘yes, I do like what I see’ and see where it took him.
He turned to walk back to class but didn’t get far before he was being wrenched right back, this time thrown until the edge of a locker dug painfully into his spine. There was no time to react before Luke was looming over him, all square-jawed and blazing eyes as he brought his hand up to slam up next to Calum’s head.
“Oh? Fuck me? I thought we might do it the other way.” Luke’s free hand came down to rest on Calum’s hip again, extra guarantee to ensure the brunette would not be going anywhere. Not that Calum would have much of a chance to move anyway, pressed up as he was between the solid locker and Luke’s equally solid body, a little breathless and light-headed now, and not quite sure if that came from being man-handled or from Luke’s ridiculously delicious scent. What was that? It was making Calum dizzy and leaving him unable to think. Entirely too dangerous, but it was too late to do anything about it.
He had no control left as his fingers trailed their way up Luke’s neck till the rough blond stubble Calum would never admit to being jealous of out-loud pricked his skin. Unwilling to look into those taunting blue eyes now, Calum let his own gaze follow his fingers as they traced over defined cheekbones, and the curve of those smirking lips, lingering over the cool metal feeling of that shiny lip-ring.
Yup. Luke Hemmings was gorgeous. No two ways about it. The bastard knew it too, also knew what effect their proximity was having on Calum.
“Why don’t I pick you up after school today, baby?” Luke leaned in close to whisper against Calum’s ear, his lips brushing against Calum’s (embarrassingly hairless) cheek. “Take you to the water-towers? You been there before?”
Calum shivered. He had been to the water-towers before, with girls he wanted to fuck. And now Luke Hemmings was asking to take him there…
It wasn’t the first time Luke cornered him like this, had him flushed and quivering in his arms. Heat pooled in Calum’s cheeks as he remembered the kisses Luke stole from him over the past few weeks, the taste of his lips intoxicating the brunette each time until he had sagged against Luke, unable to even keep his own weight up when there was that desperate need clawing inside him, telling him to lay himself bare and let the blond take.
He could just imagine what it would feel like to lay underneath Luke in the backseat of his Camaro parked at the water-towers, the leather seats warm against his naked back and his thighs wrapped around Luke’s trim hips. His mind supplied sensations of sweet, languid kisses, an initial pain that would eventually dull away as Luke’s hips pounded into him gentle but deep, slowly setting him on fire till his heels dug into the base of Luke’s spine. God help him, but he wanted it, all of it. Desire pooled in his stomach, clouding his sweet chocolate eyes till they turned to black when he finally raised them up to meet Luke’s.
Evidently, Luke liked what he saw on Calum’s face. Blue eyes widened and he groaned a throaty ‘Oh fuck’ before his lips found Calum’s.
The kiss was possessive, rough, stealing Calum’s breath as a tongue pushed its way inside to taste every bit of him. His fingers found their way up into find blond hair, mussing up Luke’s perfect quiff. Bold hands slipped into his back pockets and pawed until his hips were surging up against Luke’s, desperate to feel the proof that he was affecting Luke too. Sensing what he needed, Luke ground his hips forward until Calum felt it, hot and bulging against his hip-bone. He whimpered into the kiss, instinctively aware he would not be able to deny Luke for much longer.
But for today, he still had the strength to say ‘no’.
With every bit of will-power he had, he brought his hands up flat against the solid plane of Luke’s chest and shoved, pushed with all his might to get the big blond off him.
Mustering up all the frustration and annoyance he felt with this idiot, he furrowed his eyebrows and glared at Luke, mindful that he must look like a mess with swollen, puffed-up lips, and his black hair a total mess from being shoved against the lockers. Oh god… he would have to go back to class like this and everyone would whisper. At least they stopped this time before Luke managed to mark him up with those goddamn hickies he was so fond of leaving.
“I won’t be going to the water-towers with you, Luke Hemmings. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”
A bold-faced lie, and they both knew it. But Luke let it slide, a slow smile stretching across his lips.
“Whatever you say, Hood.” He glanced up at the watch. “You better get to class, soccer-star. Would hate to see you lose your scholarship and get kicked out of school,” he taunted.
Calum fumed. This stupid jerk! Always making fun of him! He turned around and stomped towards his class, annoyed and irritated and vowing he’d never get caught by that asshole again!