Calum knew Michael needed to relax or sleep for a few hours, he was really stressed lately from collage finals piling up on him and studying basically all day and night, sleep something he hasn't had in awhile. So, Ashton had dropped by Malum's house to help with that stress. Calum led Ashton to the gameroom Michael had been using lately to just study, he opened the door and saw Michael sitting at his desk, his black glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he read from his textbook, drinking probably his millionth cup of coffee and eating Oreos from the package. Ashton tapped Michael's shoulder and the black haired boy practically jumped out of his skin, he swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped the crumbs off his face with his hand, "Hey Ash, what are you doing here?" He smiled at his curly haired friend. "Go get dressed for a night of fun my friend." Ashton grinned and Michael rolled his tired eyes, "I can't go out, I got my teacher finals to study for." Michael shrugged. "That's all you've been doing for this past month." Calum spoke up from the back, "I need to pass or I don't get to be a music teacher." Michael agrued. "Mike, with your brains you barely need to study." Ashton chuckled, "I'm not that smart you idiot." He smirked. "Michael get off your ass, get dressed, and go get drunk off your ass." Calum scolded and Michael sighed a lot louder than he should've. "Fine Cal, I'll be back in a minute." He smiled and walked out of the room, coming back dressed in black skinnies, combat boots, an Iron Maiden tshirt, and a camouflage jacket. His belly was slightly sticking out over the waist band and his love handles were visible through the shirt, "Go have fun babe." Calum smiled and pecked Michael's lips before he left with Ashton. Calum went to the bedroom and turned on the TV, watching random movies all night until he fell asleep at midnight, Michael still not at home.
Calum woke up to a moan from downstairs, not a sexual moan but like a pained moan. He got up and walked downstairs, seeing Michael lying on the couch on his back, his shirt was lifted above his belly that was pretty bloated. "Good morning." Calum smiled as he leaned over him, "Mmm, morning." He moaned and rubbed his belly. "Why are you on the couch?" The Kiwi boy asked with a chuckle, "Because of the stupid beer that I drank." Michael huffed. "Why would that matter?" Calum asked, "Well, I didn't want to get drunk so I got a beer that didn't have alchol and it tasted so fucking good that I just kept chugging glass after glass, it all stayed in my gut and now it hurts." He explained, he put his fingers to his mouth as he burped, his cheeks puffing up. Calum pressed down lightly on the pale flesh and Michael groaned, "No, that-BRRUUUUUPPPP!"
He belched and Calum sat on his knees on the floor, rubbing the smooth skin. "Is that better?" The brunette smiled and Michael nodded, his eyes getting heavy and fluttering shut. "Did you sleep last night?" Calum asked and Michael shook his head, "Couldn't sleep." He mumbled sleepily and Calum pecked his lips. "Try now." He smiled and Michael smiled at him, burping with his mouth closed before resting his head on a throw pillow, falling asleep in minutes. Calum took his hand off his tummy and stood up, kissing Michael's forehead before putting a blanket on the sleeping boy's body and leaving the room.
