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“You’re a disaster, mate” Calum leans against the doorway, arms crossed and clearly amused at Luke’s predicament.
The younger of the two goes to make a retort, but the fast pace of lifting his head up ushers another wave of nausea. The real unfortunate part is Luke can’t seem to alleviate it.
He can’t vomit.
Luke’s more shocked than anyone, after all he is known for his tendency to fall ill-and how easy it is to make him yak.
Apparently this wasn’t one of those times, no instead Luke still feels drunk and like his body will burst-leaving nothing but a puke covered Calum and bathroom. There’s a good chance Ashton and Michael might not be on board with their bassist leaving a public event covered in sick, so he’s trying to get his shit together.
It was one of their first proper gigs, held at some dingy bar with sticky floors and wet tables. All four of them felt like true rockstars, especially with the free drinks-courtesy of the fans they’ve made who were either looking to hook up or ask for the guys to listen to their own poorly produced EP.
One kind and totally sloshed bloke had invited them to an after party he was throwing at his. The Aussies couldn’t imagine saying no in the moment, hungry for a taste of the American-musician lifestyle. They had been drunk plenty of times, but it felt like there was no limit for any of the four lads.
“I-Idon’t know..what’s wrong with me-augh!” He lurches forward with a gag, it’s just more saliva. Certainly now he wishes they all just went home, put on a random movie and decompressed.
Calum sighs but the smile on his face doesn’t leave. He walks more into the bathroom and shuts the door, heavy doc martens make their way to the boy on the tile.
Calum had been in the middle of an intense game of beer pong-and winning mind you- when Michael and Ashton both ran up to him to notify him about Luke’s condition. Instantly he was worried, really he was. After all he could’ve been drugged or died of alcohol poisoning, and it isn’t like Calum himself is sober enough to handle that kind of situation. So finding his hot rockstar boyfriend on the bathroom tile alive and pouty was amusing.
Luke whines weakly, he slides his body so it leans against the tub. When he looks up at Calum his eyes are large and bleary, the crisp blue stands out against the harsh red irritation caused by his runny makeup painted by tears. His lips are equally shiny as they quiver, strings of drool attaching themselves to the torn up Mötley Crüe shirt.
There’s a guilt that settles in the bassist’s gut at the sight. He wants to take pity on the boy, maybe give him a cold rag and some water. Instead the sight has him twitching in his skinny jeans.
It feels fucked up how hot Luke is right now actually. Gasping for air, soft retches fighting to the front of the blonde’s mouth trying to make their presence known.
The shame is smothered by desire when Luke’s eyes roll back, hands come to cover his lips. Calum looks up to the ceiling
God forgive me despite my lack of faith
“Babe, I'm gonna help you ok? We’ll get you to spew.” With that he squats down next to his partner, his large hand pets the white clammy skin. Fingers graze Luke’s cheek softly, then drop right at the corner of his lips.
Calum taps that corner twice, Luke whimpers.
“N-No, it-oh god- it’s g-gross!” The blonde protested.
“Baby you can’t possibly gross me out, now I’m gonna put my fingers in your throat. I’ll move my hand fast so none gets on me”
Glazed eyes meet large brown ones during a beat of silence. Luke knows he can’t afford to be embarrassed right now, knows that he will only chicken out if he tries to finger his own throat. It’s only logical.
“Ok…j-just be careful..”
Calum nods, the two boys shuffle so Luke is back on his knees to lean over the toilet bowl; Calum is kneeling on one knee in front of the other.
He presses his pointer and middle finger together, they gently caress Luke’s bottom lip until the other opens his mouth obediently. His abs hurt from heaving for the past hour, he’s scared this will make its way back to the party and it’ll ruin their already small reputation. There’s hesitance to widen his mouth as he looks up at Calum.
Calum has had Luke in that position many times. He looked how he always does with a large cock down his throat, eager to slurp up every inch. That’s the excuse Calum uses internally to justify his arousal.
“Good job, you’re going to feel so much better” the fingers move deeper, Calum has to bite his own lip to hold back a groan at the soft “uh” by the blond.
Once he reaches the back of his partner’s throat, Luke’s entire body lurches violently. He’s coughing and sputtering but there’s no vomit.
Calum uses his other hand to grab Luke’s chin to stop his thrashing, he goes back in with his fingers; jamming them a tad more harsher.
Luke is now slapping at his wrist to push him away, Calum lets up with a huff.
“I’m sorry bub but I have to be forceful”
“I-I-I kn-know, fuck your fingers can’t get deep enough”
Calum smirks
“Never heard you say that before”
Luke can’t see the humor, this time the slap to the wrist is done in annoyance
“F-augh-Fuck off”
Calum doesn’t, he knows Luke needs him right now. His dry palm pets the damp blonde curls, it’s a shame how long Luke spent straightening them just for it to not matter.
The bassist clicks his tongue
“Alright, we’re gonna try one more time. If it doesn’t work then…we will figure it out”
They both take their places again, aside for Calum now being behind Luke, left hand on his boyfriend's hip and the other probing into his waiting mouth.
Luke is more obedient this time around which does nothing to flag Calum’s fully present semi. In fact it just makes his pants feel tighter at the sight of pink lips opening into a wide ‘O’ shape, patiently waiting.
“Fuck” he mutters, and Luke whimpers again before his throat is touched. His shoulders jump up then sag, disappointment sets in both men.
The sad blonde curls in on himself, it alleviates some of the nausea. Maybe he could be rolled out of this party and back to their van like a tire. It could work.
“I-I’m sorry Cal, I dunno wassup with me?”
Luke doesn’t look up during his apology when he hears a belt buckle and zipper unmistakably get undone.
“Wha-“ Luke is cut off with a hard kiss, it’s tough to breathe through. Both men’s noses mushed together flatly that stuttered their inhales. Luke tries to pull away so he can refrain from actually upchucking in his boyfriend’s mouth but Calum doesn’t relent. His grip on the blonde’s cheeks is bruising.
Finally when Calum pulls away, Luke gulps in heaps of air that he immediately coughs out, he looks up at Calum with confusion. It makes the brunette of the two dizzy, seeing the messy singer covered in spit-trying to look irritated. Calum wants to wipe the look off by shoving his cock down the other’s throat, showing him that kiss was nothing if he couldn’t breathe then. Patience is wearing thin for them both. The walls feel like they’re closing in while the floor wobbles. Calum figured there’s only one solution to have them both relieved.
“That was an apology”
“For what?” Luke is lost
“Because I know how to get rid of both our problems” with that Calum tilts Luke’s head down so they’re both staring at tented boxers peeking out from an open zipper.
Luke rubs his head; surely not he thinks, his brain must be in the gutter. After all he can get a bit needy for Cal when drunk, that won’t just go away because he feels like a dog’s breakfast were a person. He’s being softly manhandled and told what to do, it’s not on him his drunk dick doesn’t know the difference.
“Tha-That’s disgusting” his hand holds his own throat like it will wriggle away.
Calum shakes his head
“It’s going to work, ok? I won’t mind it, you’re gonna do so good baby”
His tattooed hands yank the rest of jeans and boxers down to pull his dick out.
The singer tries not to moan and fails, he’s weak for that dick. All of its ridges and the delicious curve that always feels like it reaches his stomach.
What his boyfriend is suggesting is horrible, it’s nasty and Luke isn’t sure why he’s cooperating. He must be desperate.
The shorter of the two taps his cockhead against slightly open lips, he slowly moves around to part the mouth more. Giving him the opportunity to feed the first 2 inches slowly, to make sure this sick exchange lasts. Luke lets him prod around, tries to relax like he usually would when he’s about to be face fucked.
Calum disagrees with this process
“No no don’t relax, we need your gag reflex to act up”
Luke whines so high like a whistle, his hands grip at his own clothes and starts tensing his whole body in discomfort.
It’s an odd feeling trying to let someone use your mouth without doing much work feeling uptight. Calum doesn’t seem to mind though if the dark husky sighs means anything.
“You’ve always had such a good mouth Luke…so good at singing, good with a cock in it too. It’s-” he interrupts himself with a sharp inhale “it’s like you don’t even try, just born to have your throat please people”
It feels demeaning, it makes Luke leaks in his own briefs. He’s still absolutely wasted, everything is a slow motion haze. The ringing in his ears makes him feel nauseous right as Calum’s cock hits the back of Luke’s mouth. A horse-wet gag emits around the intrusion, as does a small amount of bile.
Calum smiles and huffs a moan at the feeling, it’s working as he planned. The small spittle of sick Luke let out made his mouth not just wetter, but his throat tighter. His hips stutter at the hot burn, his hands cup the back of Luke’s head before giving long strokes to the man’s throat.
Luke hardly has time given to him to process the movements. His brain feels like it’s been sloshed around in his skull, his throat burned from stretch and acidity; the only comfort being given by the soothing sensation of precum coating his throat.
Above him Calum is staring wide eyed at where their bodies connect, every gag from Luke sends shocks up his dick to his spine. The sounds bouncing off the walls are vulgar that if Luke wasn’t already red enough he’s sure he’d look like he was properly asphyxiating. Calum slows his hips to dig his cock as deep as possible, making Luke kiss his pelvis. Then he gives two soft grinds before taking his cock out to tip and repeating the process. Calum was getting close and wanted to hold off cumming until Luke finished as well.
Eventually Luke starts thrashing, his hands push at Calum’s muscular thighs but his partner doesn’t relent. In fact the strokes get harder, it scares Luke but he can’t deny how wet his pants feel. He’s not sure if Calum plans to pull out so he can vomit everywhere or if he’s to choke on release and whatever he drank.
The back of Luke’s throat practically has every vein of Calum’s cock engraved on it from its deep pushes. Calum is moaning unashamedly too, no longer caring about how revolted he should feel.
“Take it take it” and that has Luke’s stomach flipping along with his eyes rolling back, phlegm nearly coming out of his nose when finally, finally, his stomach lets go.
Vomit emits from the corners of Luke’s mouth to join the precum. Calum can’t help but laugh and moan when he sees it, his nails dig into the scalp of blonde curls to yank Luke off his cock. There’s an obscene string of saliva, cum, and puke connecting them. Calum’s grip on his cock is loose from how impossibly wet it is, and the tugs are fast. It should only take a few flicks of his own wrist to get the younger male more messy.
“Suuuch a good booooy” Calum grits his teeth when he feels his balls tighten. Luke is heaving and spitting out the remnants from their situation when splashes of fresh cum hit his forehead in droplets.
“O-Oh fuck yes L-Luke”
It’s mostly silence, save for both their heavy breathing and the music still playing outside. Neither can really read each other at the moment, not even when Calum snags wet wipes to clean up Luke’s face. Both pairs of jeans are lost causes, they have matching dark wet spots near the crotches for almost similar reasons.
Calum does most of the talking, giving soft praises like;
“Good job”
“It’s over now”
“You feel better”
Luke’s alcohol level is not nearly as high, but he doesn’t let up on clinging to Calum’s side when they walk out of the bathroom. The brunette made sure to take a peep out the cracked door to ensure no one could catch a glimpse of them like this.
Luck decides to be in their favor as the majority of the people still in attendance seemed none the wiser of their existence at all.
Calum has to hold Luke up by his soft waist, trying not to jostle him too much when they stumble to their run down van.
The lovers get in the back of the band’s vehicle to lay down on the piles of blankets and pillows collected into a nest. It sits in a corner where Ash keeps all of their instruments and reeks of cigarettes and weed, for anyone else still inebriated a headache is expected, but Calum and Luke have realized they aren’t like anyone else.
Luke starts drifting off when his jeans are pulled down for the first time tonight. He hisses at the relief he didn’t know was needed, aside from how hard he was the material started to chafe after a while. His blue eyes close and he hums once Calum’s right hand starts stroking him in his briefs, his left hand goes to squeeze the other’s balls, aiming to get him off quickly so the younger can rest. It doesn’t take long, Luke was so pent up and the wet glide from his precum feels so good he doesn’t bother covering up the huffy moan he lets out in Calum’s ear.
Calum’s attempt to clean up the mess he made is dipping his hand in and out of Luke’s brief to slurp the cum off his fingers. Luke’s eyes are sleepy but still in awe at the action. Eventually they both find it’s best Luke lost his bottom attired anyhow.
It can be talked about tomorrow, when they’ve stopped by a diner for a hangover cure breakfast and enough pain meds to avoid any future headaches. For now; Calum yanks a slightly room temp water bottle from a backup and helps his partner sip it, pressing soft kisses to his head in between.