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blowing smoke (1/?)
pairing: luke hughes x childhood best friend!reader, ethan edwards x fem!reader summary: things have never changed since knowing luke. a quiet shift in your dynamic has you falling into the arms of his teammate, much to luke's dismay. now you have to decide which one you want more. ethan or luke?
warnings: underage drinking, drunk dry humping notes: this part is pretty ethan heavy, but trust luke will get some love soon!! luke hughes stop being a dummy ur in love with ur best friend
part two | part three
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the smell of the lake house never changed. in your nearly twelve years of being invited up during the warm, michigan summers, the smell never changed. the smell of sunscreen lingering from ellen hughes' attempts to save you from the pains of sun exposure. the smell of hotdogs singeing on the grill as jim got distracted by whatever game was playing on the tv. the smell of jack's overwhelming cologne that he swore "got the ladies going," whatever that means.
of course, now, at nearly twenty, there was no ellen chasing you and the boys around with a can of spf 50, quinn was the culprit of burnt hotdogs, and jack's cologne offended your nostrils more than ever. nevertheless, nothing changed.
luke hughes had been your best friend since the first grade. he was a quiet kid, smaller than most of the other boys in your grade, and he generally had trouble making friends. that was until you, as rambunctious and loud as a seven-year-old could be, found him crying under the playground slide, nursing a scraped knee. you had walked him to the nurse's office, hushing his fears with solemn swears to never leave his side, your pinky wrapped around his in oath. of course, you held true to your promise, arguing with the nurse as she attempted to send you back to class because you were nothing if not a pinky promise keeper.
after that day, luke remained glued to your side. he followed wherever you'd lead.
middle school was no different. you'd spend your evenings and weekends at the hughes' house, teaming up against jack and quinn for a game of mini sticks in the basement, or at the rink, tucked under a blanket with ellen hughes as you watched the boys play.
things didn't change. even now, enrolled at umich, you spent your evenings and weekends at the hockey house, teaming up against adam and mark for a game of beer pong, or at the rink, tucked under a blanket with some of your girls as you watched the guys on the ice.
of course, luke was a bit different now. he'd hit a growth spurt in high school, sending him heads above you. he was a bit thicker now, gaining muscle from all his time spent prepping for hockey season. he was still quiet, but he didn't struggle to make friends. people seemed to flock to him, whether it be for his nhl star brothers or that quiet charm he seemed to possess.
the lake house is alive with energy as everyone scatters about. so many friends had tagged along this year that you were starting to lose track. quinn had opted to bring some of his buddies from vancouver, jack, as always, invited trevor, cole, and alex along, and you and luke invited some of the umich boys, as well as your good friend, emma.
you're snapped out of your thoughts as the backdoor slams and ethan edwards dramatically drops the cooler he'd been carrying onto the deck. he wipes a bead of sweat from his face, panting.
ethan was one of your closest friends. you'd met through luke, of course, and hit it off almost immediately. if you weren't with luke, there was a good chance you'd be with ethan.
"man, if only i had someone to help me carry this down to the dock," he gives an exaggerated sigh, glancing over at you. you bite back a grin, staying quiet. he continues, "you know, someone really kind and helpful, and lowkey kinda hot-"
you laugh, cutting him off, "alright, alright. i get it. you get that side, i'll get this one."
as you grab the handle, ethan lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, "god, you're the best. i could kiss you on the mouth."
you snort, huffing as you pick up the cooler, "don't."
ethan grins and nods, "yes ma'am."
you make it halfway to the docks before a hand lands on your back, snatching your side of the cooler. you let out a breath, wringing out your hand from the ache of the heavy cooler.
"i got it," luke grins down at you, an easy smile that has you matching it immediately, your stomach turning in unfamiliar knots.
you huff in faux exasperation, but the grin on your face gives you away, "i had that."
luke nods, "i know, but now i've got it."
he eyes your hoodie and shorts, a soft frown pulling at his lips. "you know quinn said if we weren't ready by ten, he was leaving us on the dock."
you shoot him a look, "no, he said if you weren't ready. quinn wouldn't leave me, i'm his favorite." luke huffs, hip bumping you. ethan sighs, struggling to keep hold of the cooler.
"yeah, yeah. we get it. you're the golden child. now, if we don't get this cooler down to the dock, my arm is gonna fall off."
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the boat is crowded. even with a few of the boys staying back at the house, you can't find anywhere to sit that doesn't make you feel smushed between two hockey players. finally, getting tired of watching you roam, jack pulls you down between him and luke right as quinn starts up the engine. you huff, your thighs sticky as they're trapped between the brothers'. jack's cologne floods your senses, and you make a mental note to buy him something more tolerable for christmas this year.
eventually, the boat lulls at mid-lake and the boys filter out, doing flips and tricks off the sides and into the cool water. you strip your shirt off, moving to the back of the boat to lay out across the seats for a bit.
you're half-conscious, the sun beating down on your back as you listen to the boys mess around in the water. you jump at the feeling of water droplets hitting your back and huff as you're casted in shadow.
as you glance up, you're greeting by ethan's wide grin. his hair, soaked with lake water, drips onto your back. "you're blocking my sun."
ethan just laughs, "why aren't you in the water? we're gonna play chicken."
you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut. "just wanna lay here."
ethan's quiet. he nods, moving to cram in next to you. you huff, scooting over, "what're you doing?"
he waves off some of the guys who are asking if he's playing before turning back to you. "laying with you," he says it as if it's the most casual thing in the world, as if your ass isn't pressed right up against him in the tight squeeze of the boat seats.
you give him a look, "i thought you were playing chicken?" ethan shrugs and the movement of his shoulders causes your arms to move as well. "i don't have a partner."
you laugh, nodding over to the boy perched on the side of the boat, "trevor could've been your partner."
ethan laughs, "zegras is cool, but i don't think i want his legs around my head."
you bark out a laugh and ethan does too. "around your head? i don't think you're playing chicken right."
"hey, do you wanna-" luke stops, his eyes flickering between you and ethan. his eyebrows draw together as he analyzes the way you're pressed together in tight boat seats. "oh, uh, nevermind. you look...busy."
you sit up a bit, straightening your top, "what's up, lukey?"
he grimaces a bit. "i was gonna ask you to be my partner, but it's all good. i'll ask emma." you ignore the way your chest grows tight at the thought of your friend perched on luke's shoulders, his strong hands wrapped around her thighs and her hands tangled into his curls as she fights for balance. you swallow thickly, nodding. "oh, yeah, okay."
he heads off, a bit quicker than needed, and you lay back down with ethan. he frowns, noting your odd expression, "you good?"
you nod, turning to face ethan as you attempt to drown out emma's squeals and luke's loud laughter.
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the rest of your time at the lake house seems to be spent similarly. it seems that every time you go looking for luke, he's wrapped up in emma. he saves her a seat on the boat, your seat. he helps her practice her swing at the golf course. hell, he even helps her to bed one night after she's had too much to drink.
to make matters worse, emma comes to you, giggling and gossiping about how nice luke is, how much she likes him.
to soothe the ache in your heart that comes with missing your best friend, you latch onto ethan, spending most of your days in his company. it's not like he minds, the contrary, in fact. he eats up the attention. just like luke, he's saving you a seat on the boat, helping you practice your swing, and refilling your drink when it's empty.
the summer comes to an end all too soon. quinn and his friends return to vancouver, jack returns to jersey, and you and your friends return to umich for a brand new semester.
it's a welcome return, and you're optimistic that being back in ann arbour will heal whatever awkwardness is festering between you and luke.
the hockey house is different than the lake house. it's loud and rowdy, whereas the lake house aways emits a sense of peace and comfort. it's a mess and frat-like. you don't dare slip your shoes off until you're in the comfort of someone's bedroom.
nevertheless, it's become a second home, an escape from the cramped dorm-life you've grown to resent. you've never felt unwelcome there, often heading over to hang out whether luke was home or not.
this time, rather than being perched in luke's bed, watching him study plays or notes, you find yourself tucked away in ethan's. there's a respectful amount of distance between you as ethan scrolls through movies on the tv. despite being attached at the hip, you'd kept everything relatively platonic. ethan didn't make any moves, which you couldn't tell if you were grateful for or not.
ethan speaks up, breaking the quiet, "you're coming to the party on friday, yeah?"
"i didn't know you guys were throwing this weekend."
ethan finally glances over at you, bewildered. "luke didn't tell you?"
you wince.
"we haven't really..." you trail off, avoiding his gaze. ethan nods slowly, letting out a soft "oh." he doesn't push the subject, which you mentally thank him for.
"well, yeah. you should come. won't be much of a party without you."
you snort. "what? so i can keep the corner company?"
ethan sends you a light glare, "hey, you're our best mixologist. don't make me put mark on drinks duty." you giggle, cringing at the thought of whatever concoction mark would come up with.
"seriously. you should come. for the good of the community. "
you sigh, hesitating. the pleading look in his eyes makes the decision for you. "yeah, okay. i'll get here early and help set up."
ethan grins, slinging an arm over your shoulder and tugging you into his side, pressing play on the cheesy romcom he's picked, "you're a dream."
he doesn't let you go, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head as you engross yourselves in the movie.
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you push your way through the crowd of bodies, letting out a breath of relief as you make it to the kitchen. the music booms and blares from the large speakers dylan had rented earlier that day. you pour yourself another drink, lighting up as ethan wanders into the kitchen.
"eddy!" you cheer, slinging your arms around him. your drink sloshes and spills a little down his back. he grimaces, but doesn't say anything, grinning down at you.
"oh, you're drunk."
you nod, handing him a drink, "and you need to catch up."
it's not long before you're both plastered, grinding to the music that's blaring through the living room. ethan's hands are snug on your waist as your ass pushes back against him. across the room, luke watches, an ache in his chest. his arm is wrapped tight around emma's shoulders. the rest of the guys around him laugh and jest. "eddy finally got her, huh?" mark grins, watching the two of you dance. luke stiffens, his expression unreadable as he gives a jerky nod.
luke knew of ethan's crush on you. it'd been obvious since the day he introduced you, and ethan had never made any move to deny it. but watching you reciprocate his wander touches made his stomach churn.
ethan's voice is low as he mumbles in your ear, "upstairs?"
you eagerly nod, letting him pull you through the crowds of people and up to his room. ethan tugs you inside, shutting the door and locking it. you quickly push him to sit at the edge of his bed, straddling his lap.
ethan's head tilts back as you straddle him and he lets out a breathy groan. "god," he mumbles, "wanted this for so long."
you giggle, your hands tangling in his brown hair as you tug his lips down to meet yours in a messy, drunk kiss. ethan groans into your lips, his hands finding your hips. his tongue slips into your mouth, fighting with yours.
you shift, accidentally grinding against his lap. ethan freezes, letting out a strained moan. "fuck, you can't just-" his words are cut off by another groan as you rock your hips again, testing the waters.
you both pull back, eyeing each other as you pant. you lightly tug the hem of his shirt, a questioning look in your eyes. ethan nods, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it away. it's your turn to groan, your nails raking down his defined chest. it's not an unfamiliar sight, but it's one you've never seen in this sort of context.
his hands guide your hips again and you let out a soft moan as the fabric of his jeans catches just right beneath your skirt. you hold your arms up, letting ethan slide your top off. he swears under his breath, his eyes glued to mounds peaking out of your black, lacy bra.
he mumbles, sliding you along his lap, "fuck, you're so gorgeous."
you whine, your hands finding the button of his jeans, "ethan, please."
he nods shakily, unbuttoning his pants and lifting his hips as you tug them down his legs. his boxers are tight, and you can see a damp spot forming right at the front. you groan, sliding your skirt off and tossing it to join the rest of your outfit on the floor.
your hands find ethan's shoulders, pushing him to lay back. he complies, laying on his back against the mattress. you align yourself over his clothed bulge, moving back and forth. ethan groans, his hands so tight on your hips, you're sure to have bruises tomorrow.
you gasp sharply as he bucks up, rutting against your clit. your voice is whiny and breathless, "fuck, eddy, like that."
his hands snake around to your bra clasp. he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "can i?" you nod, and he undoes the clasp, freeing your tits.
you continue rocking on him as he leans up, capturing your nipple in his mouth. he groans, sucking and swirling his tongue as his eyes flutter shut. your head tilts back, hands tugging in his dark hair. you can feel the familiar knot forming in your belly.
"eddy, 'm close."
he pulls away from your tit to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving behind blotchy marks. "me too," he groans, guiding your hips. it doesn't take much for your orgasm to wash over you. your hands clutch into ethan's hair, crying his name as your legs tremble. he follows suit, releasing thick ropes into his boxers with a strained whine.
you both pant, coming down. ethan grimaces at the sticky feeling beneath his boxers. he gently pulls away, kissing your head. "stay right here." you nod, laying back into his pillows, too exhausted to move much.
a few minutes later, ethan returns in a pair of fresh boxers. he hands you a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a warm washcloth. you snort out a laugh as ethan rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
"sorry, i would do it, i just didn't know if that was like, a line that you didn't wanna-" you hush his rambles with a warm kiss.
"relax, eddy. it's fine."
he nods, letting his shoulders relax a bit as you head to the bathroom to clean up.
when you return, he's curled up in bed, another cheesy romcom playing low on his tv. he holds his arms out, inviting you in. he looks so warm, so cozy, that you couldn't possibly say no.
you fall asleep like that, curled into ethan with some shitty movie playing as background noise. you decide you're content like that. who cares about luke or emma when you get to be wrapped up in ethan?
