“The queen wants to show that the prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.”
“It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?”
Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.”
Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone."
It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend.
It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead.
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or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.
Hello hello! Here's part two! I don't really have any words on this but if you missed part one, or want to keep up: Even if It's Just Pretend.
Warnings: angst and general smut, rough sex, Dom-ish calum, oral sex
Word Count: 9282
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The alarm goes off and Cal squeezes you tighter to him. It was a good reassurance for you, knowing he was still there and this wasn’t an elaborate dream you had. You wouldn’t put it past yourself at this point.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “We gotta get goin’ so we can make it to breakfast.” He presses kisses over your face until you open your eyes.
You finally make it out of bed and then you’re standing at the door, your pile of stuff in your hands, only his t-shirt on your body as he holds you. “I’m gonna shower real quick and get my stuff for today together and then I’ll come down to you and we can do sunscreen before we head over?”
“Sounds good to me,” you coo, standing on your toes to kiss him again.
You’re still in your towel, picking which swimsuit you wanted to wear when Cal knocks on your door and you let him in quickly.
“I thought you’d at least have this part done,” he chuckles.
“Well, you more than anyone know much these things can move around, so probably safest to lather just my entire bod,” you wink.
“I see what you’re gettin’ at,” he smirks, picking up your sunscreen and waiting for you to drop the towel.
Once you’re both lathered and you’re dressed, you pull on the shirt you wore from his room, tying it up at your waist. “This OK?”
“It’s fuckin’ great.” He grins. He’s first out the door and you wait a minute to make sure you’re not spotted together but you end up meeting at the elevator.
The two of you walk into the private room where everyone is being served breakfast and it’s all eyes on you and Cal, as you’re the last two to come down. Sierra waves you over to where she’s sitting with Luke, Ash and Lyric.
“I’ll grab you a plate,” Cal offers, splitting off toward the buffet.
You plop in a seat and Sierra immediately is on you. “Hey,” she greets.
“What’s up?”
“You’re off host duty today, Luke and I are gonna take it so you and Cal can have some fun.”
Matt leans over from the next table. “Oh, I think Cal had plenty of fun last night. I don’t know if he brought someone back from the bar or what but there was definite moaning in his room last night.”
You laugh, “You sure he wasn’t just watching porn or something? Not completely out of line for him.”
Ash elbows him, as if to remind him who he’s talking to, but it’s Lyric who eyes you and responds, “I’m sure that’s all it was Matt.”
Once everyone has boarded the boat to get to the island, you and Calum are given the first drinks and then pulled apart. Lyric pulls you to the side with Sierra. “Cal wore that shirt out last night, didn't he?”
“Huh? I grabbed this out of my bag…” You casually say, pulling it down to look at it.
“Why’re you lying? Of anyone here, you should be able to tell us this,” Sierra points out.
“Because! Regardless of what it is - what Cal and I did or didn’t do - this isn’t about us, this week is for Lyric and Ash.”
“Right… and I want to know what did or didn't happen that wound up with you wearing his shirt,” Lyric coaxes.
You shrug, “We hung out after everyone went to bed last night… you both know that top I was wearing wasn’t that comfortable so he lent me a shirt, he was just being a nice guy.” You look at both of their faces, neither of them buying it. “Guys… Cal and I didn’t break up because someone fucked up… we don’t hate each other. We can still hang out and catch up.”
That seems to placate them for the time being but you’re more than aware of them watching every time you and Calum are within 50 feet of each other. They watch closely as the two of you rub sunscreen on each other all day, or when you sit together at lunch, or lay out together for a while.
Everyone is understandably exhausted when you get back to the hotel. The company that had set up the whole boat/island adventure also provided lunch and took you all to a local restaurant for dinner. All in all, it was a long day.
You kick your flip flops off once back in your room and check your phone, two messages from Cal even though you’d just waved goodnight.
Need a quick shower but do you want to hang after?
Too tired?
You quickly respond, inviting him to your room this time, thinking that you have less of the friend group surrounding you - just Ash and Lyric across the hall and Luke and Sierra sharing a wall - which means less ears listening and easier for Cal to make an excuse of where he’s coming from.
He lets you know when he’s on his way and you prop the door open so he doesn’t have to knock.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” he greets you.
“You kissed me this morning.” You smile softly, standing up on your toes to kiss him.
Cal flops on your bed and you take him in, beautiful in sweatpants and a t-shirt that he peels off right away. He watches you ogle him. “Again?”
“How dare you come down here in sweatpants and expect anything different,” you tease.
You duck into the bathroom to run the dryer through your hair and Cal nonchalantly calls from the other room, “Ash knows we were together last night.”
You pop your head back out. “What?! How?”
“He went around making sure everyone got back safe. You never answered your door the two times he knocked and he never knocked on mine because he heard you moaning…”
“Oh…” You turn a little red. “Matt heard me too but I told him you were probably watching porn.”
Cal guffaws loudly. “Why was he talking to you about it?”
“Breakfast conversation. Lyric and Sierra were sure something happened.”
Cal shrugs and flips on the TV. “Hey, is this dress what you’re wearing out tomorrow? Please tell me I get to see you in that.”
“You’ll see me at dinner before all the debauchery of the night,” you laugh, joining him on the bed.
“I can’t believe we aren’t together for anything but dinner tomorrow,” he complains, holding out his arm to invite you in to cuddle.
“I can’t believe that in three weeks, Ashton and Lyric will be married,” you murmur, taking him up on his offer and resting your head on his chest.
Cal takes a deep breath. “I’m not ready for our time together to end just like that.”
“I thought we agreed to talk after the wedding.”
“Yeah, we did. But it’s provided this natural way for us to kind of court each other again… things will be different then.”
“Yeah, that’s true… guess we’ll have to put the effort in,” you state.
“Put you in pen again.” He kisses the top of your head. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“I don’t want you anywhere else.”
———————
Cal pauses at his hotel room door, watching you pass by after lunch, heading down the hall to your own room.
“What are you doing?” He asks, watching you pull out your room key.
“I was gonna take a nap, I’ve had enough sun and drinks for now. What about you?”
“Just about the same, I'm assuming it’s gonna be a long night.”
“Just about, huh?” You tease him and Cal can see the way your tongue twists in your mouth and he knows exactly what that used to mean.
“I’m flexible, ya know… could be convinced to do something else for the right offer,” he winks, feeling his cock twitch in his shorts. He’d give just about anything to have your tongue on him.
“I don’t have an exact offer but I'm sure we could come up with something… we used to be very good at that, you know.” You cock your eyebrow and push the door to your room open.
Cal thinks about your mouth again for less than a second before abandoning his task, quickly moving down the hall to catch your door.
“How was golf?” You ask, pulling your shirt off, revealing a bikini top he’d never seen. He’s distracted by how good your tits look, perfectly sun kissed and perky. You tease him, “Like what you see?”
He loves you with this confidence; he always has, loves when you know and own what you do to him. “Hmm…? Oh yeah... golf was fine. Michael almost flipped a cart.”
“What?!” You laugh. “What’re the guys doing now?”
“Not really sure I care,” he murmurs, stepping closer to you and pulling you in. “There’s only one thing I care about right now. And she’s standing in front of me twisting her tongue in her mouth, knowing what it does to my cock.” He pulls you in for a kiss, and it’s needy and mostly tongue.
“Hmm. And what do you think I should do about that?”
“I love it when you’re a brat,” he groans.
“Well… I have been thinking about your cock since I woke up with it hard and pressed to my ass and you did nothing about it.”
“We woke up late and if we wanted to eat, I had to sacrifice dick time.” Cal wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for an apology kiss.
When you pull away, you bite your lip and run your fingers along the waist of his shorts. You cup his stiff cock. “Are we too busy now?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.
“No, baby, I think we have plenty of time. Everyone is busy, relaxing… drinking… you and I are here…”
You undo his shorts and tug them down, getting on your knees and Cal quickly wraps his hand in your hair. You take a deep breath and look up at him, running your fingertips over his cock in his underwear. “I’ve always loved how hard you get for me… when the head gets so red and drips for me… how messy we could be…” You pull his boxer briefs down, letting them pool at his ankles while his cock, hard, red-tipped and leaky taps up against his stomach. “I’ve missed this,” you murmur, grabbing the base. You lavish your tongue along the underside, paying special attention to the vein that drives him wild.
Cal tightens his grip in your hair, groaning. You know just how to work him and he knows what to expect from you. Typically. You take a detour, mouthing his cock, covering it in spit. He lets out a very guttural groan when he figures out what you're working at. You suckle his tip for a bit, cleaning up the precum, and then brace yourself on his thighs, working your mouth down his length until it reaches your throat. He feels your slight gag and gently pulls your head back, but you fight it and take him back down.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans. He looks down and meets your tear filled eyes. You pull off long enough to catch your breath and he guides you back on. You gently move your head back and forth shallowly and he gets the point. He pulls your head all the way off his cock and you sputter while spit falls down your chin, a string still attached to his cock. He notes the tears falling down your cheeks and he takes a mental note of how ridiculously hot this is. He guides you back into place and promptly starts fucking your throat. He’s mindful to pull off so you can breathe; besides the occasional throat grab in a really rough session, breath play isn’t really a thing for him. And even then, it’s about the perceived control.
He’s moaning your name like a song. “Good girl… holy shit” is the chorus, and the bridge becomes “That’s it, that’s my girl.” He can’t control it, the orgasm takes over and he’s pulling out of your throat. The amount of cum is too much for your mouth and it starts leaking out, down your chin, dripping onto your tits and stomach. You suckle his tip to make sure you get it all and he pulls his cock from your lips while letting go of your hair. He cups your chin and gives you a little nod, sticking his thumb between your lips. You open your mouth and roll the cum around on your tongue, letting it leak over your lips. He coos, “So good for me, baby… swallow it.”
You do as he asks and then use your fingers to clean up what you can on your skin and Cal pulls his shirt off to wipe your face and anything you missed. He gets on his knees in front of you and leans in for a kiss. He grabs the belt loops on the sides of your shorts and pulls them up, making them taut over your most sensitive areas. He pulls you close, straddling his thigh. He guides your hips in a couple rolls before he determines that it’s the hard, thick seam in the crotch of your denim shorts that’s rubbing against your clit like he wants. His hands move to your ass and he squeezes; your back arches and you let out a little moan as your hips roll on his thigh.
“Show me how bad you want it,” he coaxes.
“Because asking you to fuck my throat didn’t do that?”
Cal grabs your jaw. “Don't be a brat.” He presses his lips to yours and then whispers in your ear, “If you remember correctly, brats don’t get to cum.”
You whimper because you know exactly what he’s talking about. “Sorry, Cal.”
“You’re soaking right through these shorts, huh?” He asks, grin gracing his face. “Bet you’d love it if I just took them off of you and gave you my fingers.”
“Oh god, please, Cal,” you moan.
He leans in, kissing along your jaw to your ear, sucking your earlobe because he knows it drives you wild. “Maybe later tonight… for now, if you wanna cum, it’s gotta be like this.” He takes a second to get your top off and then starts palming and mouthing your tits. He pulls back for a minute to watch you bouncing on his thigh and he swears he could get hard again in an instant if it’d get you bouncing on his cock again. He grabs the belt loops and pulls up again, making sure the fabric stays tight and in place. He runs his hands down your sides to your ass, watching as your head rolls back and you moan for him.
Calum loves seeing you come undone, he loves the peace it brings you and he also likes the way it makes you all about him in that moment. Nothing else in the world matters to either of you. He obviously doesn’t know if you were like that before or If it was just the way you were with him but he prefers to think it’s just him. He keeps his touch firm so you know he’s there while you work toward your orgasm.
He loves the soft little moans you’re currently making. Three months ago he’d give both his arms to hear you chant his name like this again, preparing for the orgasm that’s about to wreck your body. Your head rests on his shoulder as you let out a tell tale whine that he knows well.
“So good for me, baby… love you like this for me,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, holding you tighter. “So good sucking my cock… so good making yourself cum for me.” He holds the back of your neck, listening as you cum for him, feeling your body slump against his, feeling you pant against his chest. He embraces you, holding you close, something he’s missed so much. He peppers your skin with kisses, letting you catch your breath. “My best girl,” he murmurs, rocking you. He asks after a couple minutes, “Can I get you cleaned up?” You nod and he helps you stand, pulling your shorts and bikini bottoms down to hoist your thigh up over his shoulder so he can lick at your juices. He knows that's not what you were expecting.
He puts your leg down when he’s done and looks up to find you looking down at him. You gently hold his cheek and he leans into it. “I miss you so fucking much,” you admit quietly.
Cal’s on his feet in a second, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug, smooshing you into his chest. “I miss you,” he hums. “Wanna lay together for a while?”
Without waiting for your answer, he falls onto the bed, pulling you with him. He gets you under the sheet and pulls you into a slow kiss that morphs into a sleepy make out until he spoons you and you fall asleep. He lays awake for a while, wondering if he’s doing right by you. Maybe the physical isn’t good while the emotional is still a mess.
But no, you’d talk to him if that were the case, at least he thinks so. He’s definitely getting a need fulfilled by doing this and not just sexually… but being close to you, having you want and need him in this way. Sleeping next to you the night before was more important to him than anything else. Maybe he didn’t make that clear to you.
He falls asleep for a little while, startled awake by a door slamming down the hall. He’s bewildered to say the least and he checks his phone for the time. He needs to get up and out of this room as soon as possible.
He gently shakes you and makes sure you know he’s leaving. He gets dressed and leans over, leaving you with a slow deep kiss. “Can’t wait to see you in that dress baby.”
———————
Sierra knocks on your door not even ten minutes after Calum leaves. You’re disoriented and still half asleep but manage to haphazardly pull on some clothes on your way to the door.
“Have you even showered? What have you been doing for three hours… or should I say who?” She smirks, pushing her way into your room and looking around. “Luke said he saw Cal come to your room and then he… he heard you guys before coming down to the pool.”
“I don’t know what he thinks he heard…”
“Stop, stop…” She laughs. “Lyric, Ash, Luke and I have allll been pretty sure this has been going on. I just wanna know why you’re keeping it from us?”
You don’t really have an answer for her, so she gives up. “Fine… 20 minutes then Lyric and I’ll be by to get ready. Get your shower. And be ready to talk then,” she warns, somehow both warm and stern. She stops at the door but doesn’t turn around to face you. “You smell like him… like he’s been all over you.”
You take a quick shower and manage to get halfway dressed before they show up, dresses and makeup in tow.
“Details,” Lyric says, falling on your bed.
You play dumb. “For what?”
“For it all.”
“All of what?”
She sighs your name. “I want… dirty details, I want cute details, I want it all,” she announces dramatically.
“Isn’t your sex life rich enough without needing to get into mine, baby girl?” You tease, causing all three of you to giggle.
Sierra pops the bottle of champagne she brought and looks up at the two of you, using an exaggerated bedroom voice, “You wanna do that for me, baby boy?” The giggles turn to cackles at her alluding to the well-known fact between the three of you that she likes to show dominance over Luke in the bedroom.
Once you’ve calmed down you look over at Lyric earnestly. “I just don’t want whatever Cal and I do to take away from you and Ash. So whether we decide to get back together or not, we probably won’t make it public knowledge until later.”
“You two are killing me. You belong together, we all know it… hell, apparently Luke and Ashton have both heard you together this week… which means… Matt probably did too?” Lyric points out.
You finally give in. “Yes, we’ve been together.”
“How many times?” Lyric grills.
“Uhh… that night when we got back from the bars... last night he just slept in here with me but this afternoon we also messed around a bit.”
“See… sexual shenanigans, why are y’all even pretending? Experiment over, get back together. It’s all I want… that’s what I want for my wedding gift.”
“I already bought you a gift. And I know Cal did too.” You laugh. “It was nice to be with him again though. I miss him.” You smile softly at your friends. It’s the first time you’ve said that out loud to anyone other than Cal.
———————
Watching Calum’s face when you and the girls finally make it to dinner is more than worth the trouble of getting ready. As everyone filters into their seats, the one between Cal and Ash gets left open and you know they had to have planned for it.
As you’re getting comfortable in your seat, Cal leans over. “I knew you’d kill in that dress but I was not ready for this,” his deep voice purrs as he looks you up and down. “Can't help but think how good your tits would look covered in cum with that dress bunched at your waist.”
You turn and widen your eyes at him. “Calum,” you warn under your breath.
“What’re you worried about, little one? I’ll get ya too worked up and you’ll be thinking of me all night? I’m gonna be thinking of you,” he hums. “You’ve given me so much to think about… you needy on my thigh this afternoon… my cock in your throat? And now my cum on those gorgeous tits?” He leans back in his seat and joins the conversation on the other side of him, resting his hand just below the hemline of the dress at your thigh.
Sierra is already staring you down from across the table, and Luke seems to be acutely aware of where Cal’s hand is.
Ash smiles, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your cheek, “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Ash,” you beam, squeezing his hand. “Single and ready to mingle, ya know? Maybe get some action.” You shrug as Cal gives you a hard squeeze of the thigh but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge your comment.
Ash rolls his eyes and smirks, “Don’t think I don’t know better.”
“I know what you think you know.”
The conversations are nothing short of average but between Cal’s hand, his dirty little nothings whispered in your ear and a few downright raunchy texts, you’re squirming through half of the dinner.
As the bills start coming around and the guys and girls plans for the night start circulating, Cal leans into your ear. “You know you’re mine tonight, right? Flirt if you want but know you’re coming back to me.” His fingers tease the front of your panties.
“As if I could be with anyone else after this afternoon,” you whisper back.
“You think I didn’t know what I was doing, ruining you this afternoon?” He pushes your panties to the side to tease your clit, making eye contact with you, daring you to give him away.
You cock your eyebrow at him. “You think I didn’t get what I wanted?”
Cal’s eyes flick to your lips and you bite your bottom one. “The way your tongue twisted in your mouth? I knew you wanted my cock in your throat,” he responds quietly, grinning.
“I thought I'd get it somewhere else too,” you tease, glancing down at his hand. To make sure you know he gets your point, he teases his fingers at your entrance.
“That’s for good girls… we’ll see if you get it later,” he chides, withdrawing his fingers from your panties and discreetly sucking them into his mouth.
You cradle the back of his neck in your hand and tug his hair, causing his lips to part and the faintest moan to escape. “Oh, Cal, you know I’m the best girl when it comes to you.”
You excuse yourself to the bathroom before everyone departs and Calum is waiting when you come back out. It only takes a second for him to press your back against the wall and press a teasing kiss to your lips. “Can’t wait to see what you put on under this for me,” he murmurs.
He disappears into the bathroom while you wait for your head to stop spinning.
And then the groups split off for the night.
Calum can’t help but watch you walk away when you and the girls head in the direction opposite him. Based on the feel of your panties, he knew you had on either lace or mesh and based on how tight the dress was, he could make a few other guesses about what else was going on. His cock twitches in his pants and he tries to think about the most mundane things to drown out all the deliciously dirty thoughts in his brain. Like getting you naked and spread, begging for him... he loves you like that. He knows he said he wanted to cum all over your tits but now he’s thinking about covering that dress. He’ll pay for the dry cleaning, he doesn’t care. He just wants you covered in him, wants you moaning his name all night.
His phone vibrates in his hand and he looks down, seeing it’s a message from you.
Black lace, like you like, a little dip in the front so you know where to bite to pull down.
He has to stop from groaning out loud and he has to stop Luke from looking over his shoulder as another message pops up.
I should have followed you into the bathroom so you could have done it then… soaked already and I don’t wanna have to take ‘em off myself
He huffs, climbing into the Uber to head to the night’s festivities. He types back:
Keep this up and see what else you’ll have to do yourself
He impatiently taps his knee while waiting for your response.
Only if it’s for you to watch.
Less than an hour in and Cal’s sexually frustrated enough that he’s had to slow down on texting you because he was about ready to stalk out of this club and drag you back to the hotel to deal with those wet panties he can’t stop thinking about. He knows that every message means the night is getting longer and longer and he’s all of a sudden very happy that Ash isn’t a drinker and has every intention of going to bed with Lyric tonight. He picks his phone up, trying to figure out the best way to put into words how badly he wants to own your entire body for the night without it being way too forward.
You glance down at your phone, thinking you’d felt it vibrate. It’s getting late and once the texts from Cal started coming in slower, you felt the night drag. The strip club kept you occupied somewhat but now you were in the VIP section at some random club, and you were just bordering on tipsy, instead just watching the other girls get drunk.
“Who’ve you been texting all night?” Sierra shouts above the music, handing you another drink.
“I wanna know what you and Calum are texting about,” Lyric says, slurring slightly as she plops into the seat next to you.
“How do you know it’s Calum?”
“That dopey little smile. You’ve always gotten it for him, even before you dated,” Sierra grins. “Ugh… finish your drinks, I wanna go back and get railed by my man.”
You and Lyric both chuckle. “And how much coaxing is that gonna take from ol’ baby boy?” You tease.
“Oh, he’ll do it if he knows what’s good for him… maybe I’ll just come to your room for the show though,” she fires back.
“The show will definitely be in my room,” Lyric announces. “Ash is ready, I’m ready, let’s head back for last call at the hotel before we all get laid.” You shake your head as the girls cackle.
As they gather the rest of your group, your phone finally vibrates. You glance down and see it’s from Cal and you squeeze your thighs together before you even open it.
Guess I’m seeing you for last call! But don’t worry, little one, won’t be your last call
You chew your lip as you climb into the Uber, thinking of how to respond but before you can, he hits you with another one.
Your panties were soaked when I touched you earlier. Still the only man that’s ever made you that wet, huh?
You cross your legs and squeeze them together, your tongue twisting in your mouth despite Calum not being around to see it.
Been that wet since you told me you wanted to cum on me earlier... Do you have any idea how desperately I've wanted to feel you on my skin that way?
The minutes you wait for a reply feel like years but he finally comes through. The girls are quiet, staring at their own phones, intoxicated enough to pay you no mind.
Damn, baby girl… I’m in a car with my best friends and I have to keep shifting… squeezing my cock in my pants... wishing you were doing it. I can’t help it. Need you.
God, you’d kill to have him here.
Wish I could feel your hard cock in my hand. I'd do it right here in the car… wouldn’t care who could see.
You lock your phone and shove it in your bag. You’ll be seeing him soon enough and you decide he can be left wanting more.
The guys are all spread across a couple booths in the back of the hotel bar, with Cal and Ash shoved shoulder to shoulder for no reason in the corner booth, farthest away.
As you approach the tables, Ash nearly pushes everyone out of the way to reunite with Lyric, dramatically tipping her head back into a passionate kiss. Luke slinks up to Sierra and redirects her to sit with him at the bar and that leaves you, locked in shy eye contact with Calum.
“This seat taken?” You ask, pointing to where Ash was just sitting.
“No, baby girl… just waiting for the perfect ass, with a skilled, dainty hand to join me.” A sultry darkness settles in his eyes as Cal gives you his deepest possible voice, knowing it’s irresistible to you.
“Think I got what you’re looking for.” You hold up your hands to prove it to him and he nods you to the seat. He does a quick scan of the very few people who could possibly see the two of you before leaning in, pressing the lightest teasing kiss to your lips.
Sierra and Luke suddenly appear, hands full of drinks. There’s a round of shots and a few other larger drinks for those in the group. The shots go down with a group ‘cheers’ and then Lyric is saying goodnight, dragging Ash off to bed with her.
Sierra and Luke find somewhere to dance with some of the other girls and that leaves you alone once again with Cal.
“You know... you said you didn’t care who saw,” he reminds you, taking your hand and placing it on his pants on top of his stiff cock. He gently squeezes your fingers, closing your hand around it.
You bite your lip and lean forward to rest your other elbow on the table, nonchalantly putting your chin in your hand as your fingers trace the outline of his cock. “Oh, sir, I still don’t,” you whisper, turning your head to look at him.
Cal adjusts, sitting back against the booth, spreading both arms out across the back. You glance around before unzipping his pants to tease your fingers over his underwear; he gets impatient and starts to pull his cock out himself. “Stop teasing, baby girl, I’ve been aching for you all night. Thinking of all the ways I could have you… use our favorite belt on you… almost ran out to a toy store earlier…” He groans quietly.
If you weren’t aware before, you definitely are now that Cal wants a kinky night. “I’ve wanted your cock since you pulled it out of my throat earlier,” you tell him with a naughty grin. “Been thinking about the ways you stretch me… get my pussy so soaked you can just slide all the way in.”
Cal trails his fingertips from your neck down to your exposed shoulders and back and finally down to pinch your ass. “Bet you miss me here too.”
“So, so much,” you agree. You pull your hand from his cock to your mouth, licking your palm a couple times before spitting in it. You wrap your slicked up hand around his cock, gently stroking him up and down. You turn your head away from him, taking a drink, scanning the room. Everyone’s having fun and the drinks are flowing but most importantly, no one is interested in what you and Calum are up to.
He sweeps the hair off your neck. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs. It sounds needy in your ears and you love it.
You turn your head back toward him to see his jaw flexing and nostrils flaring as you twist your wrist in the way he likes. He gently grips the back of your neck and you can hear his breathing become labored as his eyes start to close and his jaw flexes tighter. You swipe your thumb through the precum, teasing his very sensitive head and slit.
He pulls you back against the seat with him. He turns his head, lips against your ear and lets out a filthy moan. “Fuck, baby girl,” he breathes. His hand tightly grips your shoulder and you look under the table in time to see his hips thrust into your hand for the first time. He gets a few more desperate pumps in before he regains a tiny bit of composure. He lets his head roll back and you watch as he comes apart for you in this public space. You know he loves the potential of a set of wandering eyes catching you in moments like this. He wraps his hand around yours just as the first rope of cum shoots from his cock onto your dress; his hand guides yours in milking every last drop, shooting it onto both your dress and your skin.
You watch him pant as he starts to come back down. “You coulda warned me,” you smirk, reaching for the napkins.
He helps you clean the stickiness from your skin but stops you from touching the dress; the stain has already started to dry down white against the dark fabric. “And miss the chance to see you like this, see you as mine?”
Cal’s barely tucked back in his pants as Luke and Sierra approach you. “We’re heading to bed,” she announces.
Cal fakes a yawn, stretching. “I’m beat. I should head off too.” He scoots out of the booth and you glare at him. “C’mon you, I’ll walk you to your room.”
As you scoot out of the booth, Sierra frowns at you, “Hey, what’s all over your dress?!”
You look down and roll your eyes, trying to think of a quick excuse. “Oh… huh, I didn’t notice it before… I bet it was the strip club.” You shrug. “I’ll get it cleaned when we get home.”
Sierra and Luke lead the way to the elevator and Cal wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in to whisper, “So long as no one shines a black light on it, I think you’re fine.”
His grip on you loosens before you all stop to wait for the elevator and you trail far behind them as you walk down the hall to your room. They both throw you a knowing look but disappear into their room, leaving you to slip into Calum’s room without any fuss.
“Better get you out of this dirty dress,” he teases immediately after closing the door. His hands easily find the hidden zipper in the side of the dress. He gets the top down around your hips, getting the full visual of you in your lacy push up bra. “You know you don’t need this, right?” He asks, cupping your breasts, kissing the tops that are pushed up and together. He reaches behind you and unclasps the bra, letting the fabric fall away, replacing it with his hands. “Missed these,” he murmurs, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.
He quickly turns you, backing himself onto the bed, pulling you into his lap to straddle his thighs as his hands and mouth begin worshipping your tits. He’s always loved how responsive you are to this type of stimulation, seemingly able to get impossibly close to orgasming on this alone. As your hips grind on his and you moan his name, a new plan forms in his mind; he wants more of this, doesn’t want it to stop for anything, wants you like this all night.
Calum feels your hand wrap around the back of his neck and you press your face into the top of his head. His hands work quickly to pull the dress up around your hips, wanting to help you get that friction you're desperate for. He’d never let you live it down if you came in his lap again but he’s also not sure he’d remember to tease you about it, both of you so desperate for this connection with each other.
“Calum,” your voice comes out breathy. “I need you, please.”
It sounds so needy, he can't stop himself from bucking his hips up into yours, lips attaching to your skin, tongue teasing your nipples as he roughly grabs at your tits, encouraging you. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he groans. “Let me see you.” He wraps one arm around your back, guiding your hips in a hard but steady rhythm against him, both of you desperate for the orgasm.
And finally it hits, your fingers tighten in his hair and he groans. You yank his head back so you can kiss him and he only teasingly kisses you back. “Calum… please…” you whine, grabbing his face so you can press your mouth to his. He wraps both arms around you, letting you ride it out, kissing you fully.
You pull back, panting, and Calum quickly flips you on your back. He yanks the dress down your legs and quickly takes your heels off, leaving you on the bed in just your panties. He can tell you're still coming down by the way your hands smooth over your body, looking for touch and attention, needing the affection Cal usually lavishes you with after an orgasm, especially one so desperate.
He watches, admiring you, thinking how fucking irresistible you look when you need him so bad. The way you’re so willing to give in to him. He notices the hickies forming on your breasts and he’s proud of them. You’re his and you won’t forget that anytime soon.
He leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, looking you in the eyes to make sure you’re still good. He sees the softness there, the part of you that reaches up to cup his face and push the hair out of his eyes but he also sees the desire and the need for him.
He moves down your body, pressing kisses and sucking bruises into your soft flesh. He kisses the little marks from holding you on his thigh earlier in the day. He gets to the hem of the black lace panties he’s been thinking about all night and kisses along it before grabbing the dip with his teeth and pulling them off your body, like you instructed him earlier. He rips them because they’re flimsy at best and there’s a lack of coordination between the two of you, but when he goes to apologize, he sees the fire of desire reignited in your eyes.
Then he’s out of his button down and his face is buried in your pussy. Long licks over your opening and clit, soft kisses pressed to the sensitive skin; he hums against you, cleaning your cum, giving you fresh hickies on your thighs. You’re moaning above him and suddenly you yank on his hair and he looks up to make eye contact. Your fingers touch his wet cheek and it seems you’re just now noticing his scruff that he intentionally didn’t shave for the past couple days, hoping to get you like this.
He nuzzles his face against your bare thigh and you cry out. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against his mouth, tightening his arms around your thighs and resting his large hands over your belly. He’s active as he eats, wanting to give you the beard burn on already bruised and tender flesh.
His cock starts aching, straining against his tight black pants as you writhe and whine above him, asking for more, begging him for it. You need him, there’s no one in the world you could need more right now and that makes him want to make you cum for him. He starts to dip his tongue into your opening, moving a hand slightly lower to circle your clit. You grip into any skin of his you can reach and he puts pressure on your lower stomach to keep your hips still. He can feel the tinge of pain as your nails dig in and drag across his skin, getting a hold in their new location. His cock starts to leak, he can feel the wet spot it begins to create and it only drives him to give more, to hear more from you, get more from you.
Calum keeps dipping his tongue into you, varying the pressure of the circles he's drawing on your clit and then he can finally feel it, his hand on your stomach detects the orgasm before you do. It hits hard. You breathily moan out his name, over and over and over, and he laps up every trace of your juices his tongue can find. He finally relaxes his grip, pulling away and kissing on each of your red, beard burned thighs, and then up over your stomach. He presses his damp cheek to your chest before kissing the rest of the way to your mouth. You grip into his back as he presses his chest to yours.
“You OK, baby girl?” You run your fingers through his hair and nod. “Good.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, trying to reassure you that it's still about being together, not just having your body.
He tries to stand up but you don’t let him, holding him even tighter. “We’re not done if you don’t wanna be,” he promises and that seems to get you to relax. He stands and quickly undresses himself. He takes a second to admire you and he watches as you take in his naked form once again. “Such a good girl… a pretty baby for me, huh?” You bite your lip and nod innocently… at least as innocently as you can after the ways he’s already had you.
He climbs on the bed and lays next to you, holding his arm out, letting you decide how you wanna be held. You press your back to his chest and Cal holds you for a few minutes, letting you catch your breath. “Baby girl,” he coos in your ear, gently rocking his hips and hard cock against your ass. You turn your head to him for a kiss and he guides his cock into your pussy, already wet again, able to take his entire length at once.
His fingers drag up your side and smooth over your hair, before he grabs a handful and pulls your head back. “Should have seen how fuckin’ good you looked just now, so desperate you had to cum in your panties,” he groans in your ear. “You feel how hard you’ve got me, pretty baby? Been that hard all fuckin’ night.”
His free hand wraps around your neck and applies light pressure as he shallowly thrusts in and out of you a couple times. He gives a particularly hard thrust and you moan out, grabbing at his arm. He gives your neck a tight squeeze before pulling out completely. “Clean my cock off,” he instructs, letting you go. You quickly shimmy down the bed and take his cock in your mouth. “Clean every trace of you off it.”
You know by his tone of voice that he means business and you shouldn’t try to suck him off but you still wrap your mouth around his head and swirl your tongue around it just to see how he’ll react; your disobedience is met with a light flick to your forehead. You finish the job and his hand closes back around your neck to pull you back to be face to face with him.
He leans in and kisses you aggressively, biting your lips and pressing his tongue into your mouth, trying to get more of your taste from you. His fingers mindlessly wander down your body, inevitably ending up back at your pussy. “Nice and warm for me, huh, baby girl?” He murmurs with a grin. You lean in and start kissing his neck, sucking mercilessly at his skin. His fingers are skilled and know you well, so it doesn’t take any time for him to get you moaning as you mark his neck and collarbone. He knows you're feeling possessive and he loves it.
“Calum… baby. I can’t,” you whine but the way you spread your legs and buck against him tells him a different story. He angles his fingers inside you and your back arches into him, letting out a whimper as you claw into his chest and bicep.
“Sounds and feels to me like you can. So warm and inviting… think you could take another for me,” he rasps, teasing a third finger against your hole.
Your eyes are screwed closed as you nod enthusiastically. “Whatever you want, Cal... please,” you plead. He pushes the third finger in and you gasp.
He smirks, enjoying the show you’re putting on for him. “Damn, gorgeous. All this for me?”
You gently hit his chest with your fist a couple times, “Please, Cal… please.” You beg a few more times, almost in tears, and Cal graciously brings you to orgasm quickly.
He barely lets you rest, immediately pulling you on top of him, bringing you down on his cock and then sitting up to push his wet fingers into your mouth to clean. He presses his lips to yours, letting his tongue explore the taste and then guides your hips in starting a rhythm. You brace yourself on his shoulders and quickly lose the pace. He gives you a squeeze before letting his hands fall to your ass. He watches you, starting to understand just how spent your body is.
He thinks about how much you’ve taken and the way he’s pushed. He grabs your ass and slowly works you up and down his cock. It usually drives you both wild but as you fall against his chest again, he realizes how tired you must be.
“Little one,” he says softly, gently pushing your body slightly away. He waits for your eyes to find his, searches them for what he needs to see. Your eyes are full of hunger, love and adoration for him and not even a hint of discomfort but he wants to hear it directly from you. “Are you good, my love? Should we stop?”
“No, baby, need you… just… you.”
“I’ll get us there, baby,” he promises, pushing your hair off the side of your neck so he can lean in and kiss on it. You tangle your fingers in his hair and gently tug his head back for a needy kiss. “You ready?” He watches you nod and then he lays back, planting his feet on the bed, gripping your hips tightly and starts fucking up into you. It’s hard and a lot, especially on top of what you’ve already done. He watches your tits bounce as you take it, chanting his name. He's grunting as he delivers sharp snap after sharp snap, making his cock go as deep as possible, watching it disappear into you.
When your breathy moans of “Calum” turn into a whiny “baby”, he slows down to assess what you need. You slump against him and he makes a split second decision, flipping the two of you over so you’re on your back. He’s up on his knees and he grabs your thighs, bringing them around his waist; he grabs you around the bottom of your ribs so he can pull you to meet his thrusts and his hips resume their brutal pace.
Calum drops to his forearms as he feels his orgasm get closer. He all of a sudden needs to feel you against him. Your arms wrap around him, nails digging into his back, undoubtedly leaving more marks for him to explain. But he doesn’t care because your eyes are locked on his like he’s the only person in the world, and his name sounds like the only name you’ve ever said as it falls from your lips in little moans.
He’s surrounded by you and it’s all he wants. Your smell, your voice.. just you. It’s all he needs to cum. Your body gives another orgasm and it sends him over the edge, moaning and panting your name. He doesn’t pull out, just collapses on you, rolling you both onto your sides. He holds you tight, waiting for your bodies to relax, pressing light kisses to your forehead for what feels like a lifetime before he finally pulls out.
The two of you get cleaned up wordlessly and you climb back in bed, slipping between the sheets. Calum gets you water, picks both of your stuff up, giving you a few minutes alone. He knows you’ll ask for him when you need him.
As if on cue, your voice softly breaks the silence, “Cal?” He turns and looks at you, you look absolutely spent. “Need you,” you murmur.
He’s quickly sliding into bed and rubbing your back, pressing kisses to your cheeks and shoulders. “I’m right here, my love,” he reassures you, pulling you into him.
You look at him and he can tell you’re thinking over your words carefully. “I love you.”
He cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin softly. “I love you.”
You sigh and pull yourself even closer to him, nuzzling your nose against his ribs. “Don’t let me go,” you whisper.
And he doesn’t, he can’t… he won’t. Not tonight, probably not ever.
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Cal wakes up early and watches you sleep, taking inventory of your naked body and what he can feel on his own. He knows he’s got scratches on his back, he can still feel the way you clung to him, pulling your nails down his back, sinking your teeth in his collarbone. Hickies to match yours on his neck.
He notices the bruises on your hips and hickies that decorate your neck and chest and he knows he left some between your thighs. He notices a slight purpling around the bottom of your ribs as well and he begins to feel bad for manhandling you so much.
Your back arches into him briefly before you roll over onto your back and your eyes find him. “Hi,” you murmur, small smile gracing your lips.
“Hey.” He grins back, letting his hand softly sweep across your skin. You lean up for a soft kiss that he returns. “We don’t have anything today until that bonfire with everyone… I was thinking we should get breakfast and talk.”
“OK,” you nod. “People are gonna know you have someone in here when we leave the tray out though.”
“I really don’t care,” he admits, shrugging. He reaches over for the room service menu and the two of you decide on a few things to share. He calls for it and the two of you lay snuggled together, only getting up when the food comes. Cal pulls on sweatpants and you pull on his button up from the night before. He sets you up at the table in the suite.
After a few minutes of eating you finally look up, putting your fork down to take a sip of the coffee in front of you. “What’s up bubba?” You ask, noticing he’s looking at you.
He sighs. “I wanna make sure I’m doing right by you. I know we aren’t together anymore… and I hate that, but I still wanna be my best for you and do what’s best for you. We’ve been pretty physical this week. And that’s… it’s been great for me on that front but it just reminds me what all is missing between us.”
You chew your lip for a minute. “I want… whatever I can have, to be honest… I miss you, every facet of being with you. And this week is just like... a suspension of real life. I need to be close to you and if that’s just being naked together then so be it.”
Cal shakes his head instantly, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “I know you wanna wait to talk about getting back together. I get that you don’t want to take away from Ash and Lyric, they’re our best friends and I respect that. But baby, I love you. And I don’t want to keep doing this if there’s a chance we aren’t doing it long term. If that means I have to figure out how to prioritize you better, then I will. But I need to know that’s what you want… not just being naked. I really think we can get back together without telling everyone until we get home and it’ll be like… forgotten by the time the wedding rolls around in a few weeks.”
Calum nearly loses it when you start giggling and he stares at you in disbelief.
“Bubba… baby boy… I’m sorry for laughing.” You cover your mouth and wait a bit longer until you calm down. You get up from your chair and move across the space to sit in his lap. You sigh, “Love. You think you ever would have gotten what you did on this trip if I was just here for sex? I still trust you, Cal. I still love you, I still want you. That’s not gone. We needed time away to realize what the deeper issue is. But I think we can work this out.”
“Me too, baby,” he says, relieved, pulling you in for a kiss, relaxing now that he knows you’re on the same page.
Even if It's Just Pretend, an exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic, by nontoxic
Chapter 2: The Reunion
The flight to London is suffocating, and Alex just wants everyone to shut the fuck up for five minutes so he can try to sleep.
He feels like a caged zoo animal, being observed on all sides, and he thinks maybe he understands how Henry has felt, kept alone behind glass to be carefully watched and judged, his entire life.
Like, Christ, Alex is afraid to pick a goddamn wedgie because there are so many eyes on him. Henry lives like this? Scrutinized by everyone in his circle?
And now, it's just mere hours until Alex sees him again and has to pretend like everything is fine when he is breaking apart at the seams, and Henry still hasn't called him back or responded to any of his texts, which really isn't helping Alex's inability to sleep.
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Even if It's Just Pretend, an exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic, by nontoxic
Chapter 3: The First Night
Alex wakes up that morning in an annoyingly familiar guest suite at Kensington Palace with a sour stomach, not ready at all to parade around the world pretending like he and Henry are still together and happily in their honeymoon phase. A few weeks ago, the thought of holding Henry's hand in public was all that kept him going. Now, the thought turns his stomach to lead.
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I just wanted to tell you that your latest chapter of Even if it’s Just Pretend is the very best thing I’ve ever read in this fandom x
im not gonna lie, ive been sitting on responding to this for like 24 hours now because what the fuck??? (affectionate). what an absolutely insanely complimentary thing to read and i am overwhelmed.
thank you so, so much. honestly this fic means the world to me and the response to this chapter has been so incredibly lovely. i don’t really have words except thank you, thank you, thank you. i really can’t verbalize what this means to me, but just know that you’ve made my entire year with this compliment, anon.
Even if It's Just Pretend, an exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic, by nontoxic
Chapter 4: The Out
The thing about traveling with Henry, about being by his side for photo ops and dinners and events, is that Alex desperately wants this to be real.
They could have had this. If Henry had just been open to the idea of them, if Henry had allowed Alex to love him, they could have done this together, for real.
The private planes and lavish hotel rooms with room service and huge king beds covered in sheets that they don't need to worry about keeping clean. Spacious showers and large soaking tubs, and photographers catching every time they touch. It could have been real.
For weeks—months, really, and if he wants to examine that burning feeling in his chest ever since Rio, years—that was all he wanted. To be able to stand proudly by Henry's side, to smile at him, to hold his hand, and to have the public swoon over them.
Now, he has that, and he doesn't fucking want it anymore. Not like this. Not with Henry's tense shoulders and pursed lips.
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