Luke was wearing his shorts, a shirt of mine, and a very angry facial expression.

I looked down at the jacket and then back up at Luke. His expression went from worried to pissed within a blink of an eye, and that scared me.

"Okay, I can explain the jacket," I started, trying to sound as calm as possible, but with Luke's blue eyes glaring into my green ones it was hard for me to not be terrified.

"Please do," Luke hissed, crossing his arms over his chest. I could hear Ashton and Calum shuffling out of the room and the door close, and all I could think of was how I'm going to tell Luke what happened without making him mad.

"I was out and I ran into this guy. It was freezing out, so he handed me his jacket."

"And you didn't refuse, apparently."

"Look, it was just a friendly gesture. He was keeping me warm."

"So he handed you a leather jacket that costs God knows how much? It seems too friendly to me."

"I'd give it back, but I don't think I'll ever see him again. Besides, he told me to run, because he was dealing with something."

Luke turned away from me and took a few steps before stopping and saying something more.

"Throw it away," he spat.

"The jacket?" I asked, slipping it off my shoulders.

"No, your bag filled with all your things. Yes, the jacket! Go out on the balcony and throw it off."

"What?! You expect me to do that?!"

Luke glanced back at me and shrugged. "I don't see why not."

"Luke, this is a jacket." I held the jacket out for emphasis. "A leather jacket. And you're telling me to throw it off the balcony?"

"It's not my jacket, so I don't give a fuck about it."

"Listen to yourself. You're being childish. How about I bring it down to the lobby and just leave the jacket on the couch? Does that make you feel better?"

"What's wrong with throwing it off the balcony?"

"Why are you acting like this?" I was just getting more and more frustrated with Luke every time he was being unreasonably immature. "It's just a jacket!"

"How would you like it, if I wore someone else's jacket? Wouldn't that infuriate you?" His blue eyes were dark and burning into me as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm telling you, this jacket means nothing to me! It was only a friendly act! Why do you have to be so upset about that?!"

"Because it's not my jacket that you're wearing!" Luke shouted, taking me aback. "What, you'd just casually accept anyone's jacket now? If a jacket was handed to you, you'd slip it on right away?"

I was quiet for a moment, searching for the words to say, something that'd get Luke to understand that Tricky's jacket was to only keep me warm.

Once I thought of what to say I opened my mouth to speak.

"Luke," I spoke softly, because it wasn't going to be very helpful to shout back at him. I began approaching him slowly, his eyes glancing at his feet. "It was cold outside. Would you rather have me freeze to death?"

He remained silent for a moment, staring down at the ground. I was now only a foot away from him, and I could see the anger leaving his face.

"No," he murmured.

"Then why are you so upset that someone lent his jacket to me?"

"It's just that..."

"Just...?"

"... you're my green bean."

I dropped the jacket onto the ground and cupped Luke's face, so that I could make him look me in the eyes.

"And I'm still your green bean," I whispered. "No one else's green bean." I felt Luke's arms slowly make their way around my waist and he pulled me closer to him so our bodies were pressed against one another.

One of my hands went to the back of Luke's neck and pulled him so his lips met mine. He went forward a bit, causing me to lean back. When Luke pulled away, breaking the kiss, he looked behind me and frowned.

"What is it?" I asked, turning around to see what Luke was looking at.

"The jacket," he muttered, "it's still here." He walked over to the jacket and kicked it. He kept kicking it until he got to the door. He opened the door and pushed the jacket out of the room. He shut the door, still glaring. "I didn't like that."

I smiled when I heard him huff and I approached him, twisting him around so he'd face me. I couldn't help the laugh that left me when I saw that he was pouting.

"This isn't anything to make a face about," I chuckled. Luke gazed into my eyes, still frowning. I grabbed his face and stretched his cheeks out.

"Owie," he muttered, scrunching his face. I pecked his lips with my own and walked over to my bag that was still on my bed.

"So, what time is it?" I asked, zipping open the bag and searching through it. I wasn't looking for anything, though. I just needed something to do.

"I don't know, like, eight?" Luke answered, shrugging and sitting on the other bed. "Can you come over here?"

"No, thanks." While idly digging through my bag I found my phone charger and pulled that out. I zipped up my bag, walked over to an outlet that was nearby my bed, and plugged the charger in. I don't know when we leave, but I should get some more power into my dead phone.

"Your phone died?" I heard Luke ask. I glanced over at him and his eyes were on my phone that just had its screen light up, showing me that it's currently charging.

"Yeah, it died," I confirmed. "I forgot to charge it last night."

"So, that's why you didn't answer my call?"

"... Well, obviously. I can't answer calls, if my phone died, right?" I suddenly felt arms around me from behind and I gasped, taken by surprise. A small sniff was heard before Luke began to speak.

"You know what I don't like about you now?" Luke sounded a bit irritated.

I gulped, "Wh-What?"

"The fact that someone else's smell rubbed off on you pisses me off. This guy, was he all over you?"

"Luke, no. He was not."

"You're pretty calm about this."

"Listen, all he did was help me when I got lost, okay? We ran into some trouble, but he got me out of it."

"It doesn't changed the fact that he touched you."

I spun myself around, so I was looking at Luke. "Not in that way!"

He smirked, his teeth showing, "That better be it." One arm pulled away from my waist and his fingers were firmly gripping my chin. "Because I'd hate if someone touched anyone or anything that belonged to me."

"That's why I knee'd your dick the other day when you took my phone."

"Yes, you do need my dick."

"You know what I meant, Lucas."

"Okay, you know what?" Luke pulled away, looking all serious, and I tried to hold in a smile that wanted to form on my face. "When you did that it really hurt like hell, Michael. I'm not in pain anymore, but it was painful. You're lucky my dick didn't break."

I began laughing, "And why's that lucky for me?"

"Because then I wouldn't be able to use it on you."

My laughing began to die down and I just stared at Luke. "What?" A smirk went on his face and he pulled me towards him.

It took me a moment to register that he had pushed his lips onto mine, catching me by surprise.

He began pushing me back until my legs hit the side of the bed, causing the kiss to break and me to fall on the mattress.

Luke hovered on top of me, arms rested on either side of me, and returned to another lip lock. My arms went around his neck as I tried to pull him closer to me. He pushed my legs apart, so that way he was in between them.

"You don't smell like you," he said when we pulled away to breathe.

"If you're asking for a shower together, too bad," I snapped. "I already had mine for the day."

"Who said anything about showering?" Luke glanced down in between us. "You're wearing my jeans."

"Th-They were the first jeans I grabbed."

"... May I have them back then?" My face turned red when he asked that, and then he chuckled. "I mean, you're shorter than I am, and I need them to leave. Unless you want me to walk around with only a shirt and boxers."

"Oh. Yeah, okay." Before I could start to unbutton the jeans Luke pressed his lips back onto mine. His knees supported him up as he straddled me and he moved his lips from mine to my cheek and then to my neck.

I bit back a moan as he began biting and sucking my neck. I felt his hands push mine away from where they rested on the hem of the jeans. His fingers worked to unbutton them and then started pulling the zipper down.

His thumbs hooked into the pants and my shorts and began tugging them off.

"Luke, hold on," I panted, grabbing at the waistband of my shorts to keep them in place and from sliding anymore. "You're taking my shorts off, too."

"I know," he breathed onto my neck. I moved his hands away with my own, so that they only held onto the jeans. He attached his lips back onto my neck and this time bit down harder.

"Luke, that hurts!" I cried out.

He only chuckled, his response being, "My bad."

A knock was heard at the door and he immediately jumped off of me. I kicked his jeans off of me and he quickly picked them up, putting them on as quickly as one could put on skinny jeans.

He hopped onto his bed, grabbing his phone off the nightstand and pretending he was using it. I knelt down by the outlet and just poked at my phone charger before I looked at my phone to see how much percentage it had.

Then the door swung open, revealing Calum and Ashton with food that I assume was our breakfast.

"I would've opened the door right away, but we didn't want to walk in on something," Ashton explained, biting the inside of his cheek.

"We weren't doing anything anyway," Luke replied, his eyes still on his phone.

"Which totally explains why we heard Mikey, yelling that something hurts," Calum said.

I kept staring at my phone, which was on eleven percent, as my face turned red. I think Luke's face might be red well.

"Here's breakfast," Ashton spoke up, clearing his throat. "Then go and pack your stuff so we can hit the road and go home. I'mma go help Cal with his things." I looked up at him and Calum and they plopped the food onto the bed Luke was on before they left.

"Damn it, Luke," I muttered once the two had gone. "You couldn't wait any longer, could you?"

"You liked it, green bean," he smirked. I threw my pillow at him and then pulled a pair of jeans out of my bag. After that Luke and I sat on his bed and began eating our breakfast, which was some barbecue pork buns and hot dog bun. Luke took the hot do bun and bit off most of the bread and just...

I pushed him off the bed for the second time that morning, and I didn't even feel bad about this one.