how about you stop pretending to be james bond

Brother’s Best Friend pt. 2

Originally posted by hoodzer

AU where the narrator is Mikey’s younger sister. Luke slept with narrator, but they are both hiding it from Mikey. Gif is not mine. Warning: Foul language, light smut at the end.

Part 1

*Luke’s POV*

“Where’d you go the other night, Luke?” Calum asked, breaking the silence that had spread through the room. It was in the middle of a writing session and all of us were drawing blanks.

“What?” I asked, looking up from my notebook.

“Yeah, where did you go? You left all of us at the bar and just vanished without a word.” Ash chipped in, clarifying what the hell they were talking about.

“I just didn’t feel well, so I went home early.” I had rehearsed the lie for the last two days, fully prepared for their questioning.

“Bullshit, Luke. You’re a terrible liar. Where did you really go?” Mikey said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. We had gathered in Mike’s basement, as usual, and it had taken all of my will-power not to flush bright pink at the memories of the last time I was in his house.

“Fucking hell.” Ashton’s tone was equal parts surprised, impressed, and confused.

“What?” I said again, hoping to god Ash hadn’t figured it out.

“So, who is she?” Ash asked, a sly smirk on his face.

“Woah, woah. What?” Cal was obviously confused.

“Isn’t it obvious? He ditched his friends at the bar. He lied about where he went. And he’s clearly got make-up on his neck. Covering some souvenirs, no doubt.” Before I could move, my three bandmates had me pinned to the ground and were wiping of the concealer I had used to hide my love-bites.

“Un-fucking-believable!” Calum yelled, staring at the purple marks on my neck. When I finally got my friends off of me, my hand flew to my neck, hopelessly trying to hide the evidence.

“So, who is she?” Mikey asked, an excited grin on his face.

“I’m not gonna tell you and there’s nothing you can do to make me.” I held my ground, intent on not letting Mike know I banged his sister. She made it about ten times harder to keep the secret when she came waltzing down the steps, nearly making all my blood run south, in her tight tank-top and skimpy pajama shorts. I had to picture a naked old lady just to keep myself sane.

“Hey, Michael, can you help me find the TV remote?” She asked, stopping at the base of the stairs. Mike sighed and stood up, following his sister up the steps. I couldn’t help but watch her round ass jiggle as she trotted up the steps. When the two disappeared up the stairs, Ashton and Calum turned to me.

“No. No fucking way.” Ashton started, seeming impressed beyond belief.

“Mikey’s sister? You have to be out of your mind!” Calum added.

“What are you talking about?” I pretended that I truly had no clue when I was internally screaming. How had they already figured me out?

“Luke, you’re not exactly James Bond. You suck at keeping secrets.” Calum teased.

“The way you lit up as she walked down the stairs. The way you stared at her cute little ass as she went back up the steps. Not to mention she has one or two matching love-bites.” Ashton smirked. I buried my head in my hands, a loud sigh tumbling from my lips.

“Just don’t tell Michael.” I pleaded.

“What the fuck! Luke!? Seriously?! Luke Robert Hemmings I am going to murder you!” Micheal could be heard shouting from upstairs.

“Looks like we won’t have to, mate.” Calum stated the obvious.

“Yeah, I suggest you run as fast and as far as you can.” Ashton chipped in.

*My POV*

I nearly had to bite my lip at the sight of Luke sitting in his chair, sporting the dark purple marks I had left on him. His eyes flicked to me the instant I walked down the steps.

“Hey, Michael, can you help me find the TV remote?” I asked, eyes flicking back to Luke for just a split second. My brother sighed and stood up, following me up the steps. I added an extra spring to my step, intentionally trying to get Luke all hot and bothered. After a few seconds of searching for the remote, Mike spoke up.

“You’re awfully chipper today. What’s up with you?” He asked, noting how I was humming with a small smile on my face. I shrugged and gathered all of my hair over one shoulder, unintentionally exposing the purple marks Luke had made on my neck. Michael’s eyes narrowed as he scanned my body for any other bruises. His eyes rested on my hip, where my top had ridden up and the finger-shaped bruises from Luke’s hands were clearly visible. “What the hell are those?”

“What?” I looked up to see Mike staring at my hip. “Oh, those? I ran into the counter.”

“Five times? In the shape of a hand?” Michael asked, not believing my lie. “I suppose you burned yourself with your straightener, there, too? Or that you didn’t have a guy over the other…” Mike’s eyes went wide as realization dawned on him.

“Michael, listen-”

“What the fuck! Luke?! Seriously?!” He started to march towards the stairs, seething with rage. “Luke Robert Hemmings I am going to murder you!”

“Michael, wait! Mike!” When my over-protective older brother started down the stairs, I ran out the front door, hoping to meet Luke as he most likely ran out the basement door. When I practically ran into Luke as I rounded the corner of the house, I stopped him.

“I need to know something and I need to know it now. Do you plan on being a one night stand or do you actually want to be with me?” I asked, grabbing Luke’s arms. Luke smiled and pressed a warm, passionate kiss to my lips. He didn’t pull away until we heard Michael yelling from the basement door.

“Does that answer your question?” Luke asked, tossing a terrified look over his shoulder. I smiled and nodded. When Michael stormed up the slope to where we stood, I stepped between him and Luke.

“Get out of my way. I’m gonna kill him for taking advantage of my little sister.” Michael growled, glaring at Luke.

“Michael Gordon Clifford! Quit being an over-protective asshole for two minutes and listen to me!” I yelled at my brother startling him into listening.

“Lead with that, next time.” Luke whispered in my ear, causing Michael and I both to glare at him. Luke’s eyes widened in fear and I turned back to my brother.

“Michael, he didn’t take advantage of me. I kissed Luke first.” Michael turned his eyes on me, switching from a glare to a stare of shock. “I’ve liked him for quite a while now, and I think you knew that. This wasn’t just a one night stand between us, ok? Luke and I are in it for the long-haul.”

“Mikey, you know I’ve loved her for years and I would never do anything to hurt her.” Luke chimed in from behind me, hand finding mine. My heart leapt at the word ‘love’, but I tried to ignore it. “And if I ever do, you have my permission to beat the crap out of me.”

“Mine, too.” I added, earning an odd look from Luke. Michael continued to glare at the two of us before his expression slowly started to soften.

“I swear to god, Hemmings. If you do anything, anything, to her that she doesn’t like, I will personally beat you so hard you won’t even be able to groan in pain.”

**A Year and A Few Days Later**

“Luke, stop. I’m trying to watch the movie.” I whispered, trying not to alert the others (particularly my brother) to Luke’s wandering hand. Even though Luke and I had been together for a year, Michael was still a little skeptical about Luke’s intentions.

“Baby, please.” Luke’s gentle breath whispered across my ear, giving me the shivers. I shook my head, despite how much I really wanted to sneak off and have a quickie in the bathroom.

“No, Luke. And thats final.” I forced myself to stand firm.

“I need you.” The desperation in Luke’s voice nearly made me cave in, but I held fast. It wasn’t until Luke’s hand slipped into the waistband of my sweats (the same sweats I was wearing the first night we fucked) that my resistance started to falter. When his lips attached to my neck, I was almost done-for.

“You better stop before you do something we’ll both regret.” I whispered, praying that he didn’t try anything else. If I left in the middle of my favorite movie, the others would definitely know something was up.

“You can be in charge tonight.” God damn, he really was desperate. Luke loved being the dominant one in the bedroom, and he did it so well. Despite his almost shy exterior, Luke was one kinky son of a bitch.

“Luke…” I was starting to weaken and he knew it. I just needed one final shove and he knew exactly how to get me.

“I’ll even let you tie me up.” The instant the sentence left Luke’s soft, tantalizing lips I was out of my seat and practically dragging him out my front door. The son of a bitch knew it was a fantasy of mine to tie him up, and he was just waiting for the right time to use it against me. I shoved Luke against his car, trapping his tall frame under my small one.

“You son of a bitch, you’re gonna pay tonight.” I growled, pressing my lips against his almost violently. Luke growled into our rough kiss, hands gripping at my waist. I ground my hips against his, hoping to get him uncomfortably hard before making him drive us to his place. I got an instant reaction from Luke, his dick springing to life under my brutal attentions. I let one hand slip down and palm him through his pants, capturing his soft moans between my lips. When he was good and hard, I pulled back.

“Please.” Luke’s voice was a breathless whisper, begging me to solve his problem.

“I told you you were gonna pay, now get in the car and drive.” I growled, giving him one last squeeze before I opened the passenger door.