kitten || muke au

thirty-six

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"good morning, princess."

michael wanted it to be a bad dream. but when he woke up with his ass torn and his body frail, he just wanted to cry all over again. he felt so tiny on calum's big bed. he felt so used. his ass hurt, and when calum carried him downstairs to eat breakfast, he was on the verge of tears.

calum seemed to ignore michael's sad face. maybe because he chose to. maybe because michael always seemed to look sad around calum. michael wasn't sure.

he ate breakfast without talking or looking at calum, and limped up the stairs as best he could to get dressed. half an hour later of struggling to tug jeans up his milky white legs, michael came downstairs and into the car.

"I'll see you after school, darling." calum kissed michael's cheek and michael flinched, getting out of the car as quickly as possible.

ace was waiting for him at his locker.

"michael?" he asked, worry drawn into his face.

"h-hey, ace." michael said quietly, getting his history book and shoving it in his backpack.

"you're... limping." ace eyed him curiously, eyebrows scrunched together.

"just... bad punishment... don't worry about it." michael winced beside ace, who still looked worried.

"punished? by who? luke's off on his business trip."

michael shook his head, "told you not to worry about it, ace. 'm fine. really." the younger boy played with his pink sweater sleeves and twirled his fingers in his hair.

ace sighed, looking at him intently, "if you say so, michael. but you know you can tell me anything."

"I know, ace."

*

michael was dreading the end of the day. he looked around for britt, and followed her to the parking lot at the back of the school where calum was.

"hey, you two." the tan boy smiled, getting into the car and starting the engine. "how was school?"

michael mumbled a short "good" and they drove off to calum's place.

britt went straight to her room after kissing calum's cheek. calum went to the kitchen, as usual. michael took off his shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack near the door.

"michael? come here, babe." calum called from the kitchen. michael gulped, limping over to the stools and sitting down.

"have you thought about what I told you yesterday? will you ask luke to sign the papers?" calum had his kind face on, his voice soothing and velvety.

"sir..." michael whimpered from his seat.

"well? you know I hate waiting." calum smiled, taking off his sunglasses and winking at michael.

"sir, I..." michael bit his lip, thinking. if he told calum he would ask luke maybe he wouldn't get punished. but it also would get him into deeper shit than he already was in.

"I still don't know, sir." he stated. calum nodded, a smile prominent on his face.

"keep thinking about it, darling. no rush. we have an entire week."

michael shuddered.

-

michael woke up in the middle of the night. he felt the bed sink, and turned around.

"hey, baby." calum smiled.

michael looked over to the alarm next to his bed.

it was three in the morning.