a/n: sort of based off my favorite Nirvana cover of all time, I would highly recommend listening to it.
Holding my heels in my hand, I tip toed down the hall towards my apartment. Luke was usually a heavy sleeper but I wasn’t taking any chances. Sunlight flooded through the window at the end of the hall, casting light across the carpet. I checked the handle once, hoping it was unlocked. It wasn’t. I wiggled the key into the lock quietly as I could, turning the handle and pushing the door open. If I was lucky Luke would still be fast asleep, which meant I would have a chance to take a shower before he woke up. A body shuffled on the couch and I froze, my belongings in my hands. He stopped moving and I proceeded cautiously towards the staircase. “Where did you sleep last night?” Luke’s voice startled me and I tripped over the first step, dropping whatever was in my hands. “Uh-” I racked my brain for a good response. “Don’t lie to me,” Luke’s blue eyes peered over the back of the couch, watching me. “I know where you were,” Luke stood up, letting the blanket fall to the floor. “Then why’d you ask where I was?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because it’s fun to watch you try to come up with a believable lie,” Luke smirked at me. “Ya know, it’s not really your place to question me about where I’ve been. You’re not my boyfriend,” I pointed out, stepping down from the stairs. “I can worry can’t I?” He folded his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah, but you ask too many questions all the time. Don’t babysit me,” I glared at him. “Silly me for caring,” Luke remarked bitterly. He disappeared into the kitchen. Rolling my eyes I carried my stuff upstairs and headed for the bathroom.
Let me just explain something. Luke and I were best friends, roommates, and occasional fuck buddies. I may happen to have a habit of sleeping with guys that I don’t particularly know well. Every morning when I came back to our shared apartment Luke asked the same question, “Where did you sleep last night?” And I gave the same non answer when all I really wanted to say was “it doesn’t even matter because I wasn’t with you.”
Luke had no room to talk on this subject, however. Especially when it came time for them to go on tour. He had groupies at every stop. A natural born ladies man. But for some unknown reason he was worried about whether or not I was keeping myself out of trouble.
Stepping out of the shower I wiped off the mirror, taking a good look at last nights bruises. I had no intentions of telling Luke who I had seen last night. He had a tendency to get jealous and overprotective when it was someone he knew well. Also, a rule that had been put into place the first day we moved in together: “No sleeping with my bandmates.” What he does not know won’t kill him.
I grabbed a clean t-shirt out of Luke’s dresser before finding a clean pair of panties to wear. I could still hear Luke in the kitchen so I made my way down stairs again to find him facing the window, watching the cars go by on the street below. “Why do you do it?” Luke asked without turning around. “Because I can. Who’s going to stop me?” I shrugged, rummaging the fridge for some breakfast. I could have sworn he said he would but I chose to ignore it. Clearing his throat Luke turned around and looked at me, “So who was it last night? Anybody I know?” He knew. Some how he always seemed to know when I had slept with his bandmates. Had I ever truthfully confessed it. No way. “Don’t remember his name,” I avoided Luke’s stare, reaching past him for the sugar. He caught my arm and held me against the counter. “I do quite like the smell of Michael’s cologne, don’t you?” Luke asked casually. “It’s nice,” I breathed out. “So much that you decided to wear it?” He challenged. Swallowing hard, I looked up at him. His eyes were dark blue and his hair disheveled. “Or maybe it just happen to get caught on your clothes and on your skin after you spent the night rolling around in his bedsheets,” Luke’s grip on my wrist tightened. “I’m not blind sweetie. I can tell when you’ve been fucking around with my bandmates.” “It was an accident?” I squeaked out. “An accident? An accident every time or an accident that you made it a habit?” Luke stepped back. “It only happened once,” I lied. “Now sweetie would you like to tell me again, where did you sleep last night?” Luke asked me. “Michael’s,” I whispered. “And how about the night before that?” “Calum’s.” “You wouldn’t leave Ashton behind would you now? So where did you sleep last Friday night?” “Ashton’s,” I kept my eyes trained on the floor. “Where did you plan on sleeping tonight darling?” Luke tilted my chin up to him again. “Here,” I mumbled. “That’s right,” Luke smirked. Gripping the back of my thighs, Luke lifted me onto the counter and wedged himself between my legs. “I’m gonna make you my girl tonight,” he growled at me, pressing his lips onto mine.
His long fingers trailed up my bare thighs, causing goosebumps to rise across my skin. My fingers tugged at his hair as his lips trailed down my neck. Pulling back, he looked at me, “These are lovely hickeys y/n. But, I’m about to give you double as many to cover up.” He went to work, sucking harshly at the skin along my collarbone. “L-Luke,” I moaned breathlessly. “Hmm?” he hummed against my neck. “Please do something,” I panted, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. He yanked it over my head, tossing it aside. “You won’t be needing that for a while.” His hands cupped my chest. My head tilted back against the cupboards as he continued his assault on my chest. Luke pressed his fingers against my covered clit, making my gasp and grip his arm. “You like that?” he looked up at me through hooded eyes. I nodded, not finding words. Luke slid my underwear down my legs. “You’re already soaking baby girl and I’ve barely done a thing,” he ran a finger up my slit before putting it in his mouth. “Please Luke,” I whined. “What do you want? Use your words,” he prompted, getting down on his knees. “You-y-your mouth and-and your fingers, please,” I stuttered. Without warning he licked a long strip up my slit, making my squirm. He gripped my thighs, holding me still. My hands tangled in his hair again, pressing him closer against me. He sucked on my clit teasingly while his tongue licked along my folds. Luke slid two fingers in, curling up. I jumped in surprise before letting out a moan, “Fuck.” His mouth worked at me clit in perfect time with the pumping of his fingers. “I’m so-shit-Luke, I’m so c-close,” I gasped for breath as I reached my high. “I know baby, I got you,” he attached his lips to my clit once more, edging me closer. I moaned loudly as I came, releasing all over his fingers. “That’s it baby girl,” he smiled, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. “From now on you’re my girl. And the only place you’ll be sleeping is with me,” Luke stated, kissing me hard. “Fuck, we waited way to long to do this,” I breathed, pulling back. “Well, I had to let you have a little fun,” Luke teased, running his hands down my legs. “Now, we just get to have fun together,” I smirked up at him, pulling him in for another kiss. “Why don’t we have some more fun right now?” Luke winked, pulling me behind him, ascending to the bedroom.