resolutions / malum

-seven-

-semen-

calum

"hello? this is calum."

"uh, hey. it's michael."

"oh hi, michael."

"hi."

"what's... up?"

"i was just calling to, um, apologize."

"for what?" oh, fuck, he regretted it.

"if i hurt you last night... i tend to get really rough and kinky when i'm drunk. and i don't really remember last night too well"

"oh. well. yeah, it was rough, but," calum frowned. "no, i guess i kinda liked it? but, yeah, you did make me call you daddy."

"shit, i'm sorry."

"no, don't be. i... liked it."

"you did?" calum could practically hear the smirk on the other line.

"yeah... you called me, uh, certain names in return and it was definitely hotter than i thought it would be."

"like what names, baby boy?"

"fuck," calum whispered.

"did daddy call you princess? baby? or did he call you a dirty little slut and bend you over his knee?"

calum was hard at this point and was trying not to clue michael into the fact that he was turned on.

"uh, i, um..." calum had no idea what to say.

"how about you meet me for coffee?"

calum got whiplash from how fast michael changed subjects.

"what?"

"coffee. me. you."

"o-okay. when?"

"right now. ugly mug cafe."

"o-"

the phone call ended and calum sat there for a moment, half confused and half worried that his boner wouldn't go down before he saw michael. and a little bit excited. calum threw on a flannel and shoved his legs into his black jeans, struggling to pull them up over his ass.

snatching luke's keys off of the counter, calum ran out to luke's old ass car, telling himself that it was worth luke not talking to him for this.

he drove the short seven minute trip to the ugly mug cafe, still being sure to play all time low on the way there.

he immediately recognized michael's emo purple hair. sitting down across from him, calum remembered why he had sex with the dude.

he was really hot. calum practically melted into a puddle. michael's hair was tousled and he was wearing a three-quarter sleeve baseball tee with some band that calum had never heard of on the front. it was bunched up on his arms, showing off his tattoos and muscular biceps.

"hey," calum muttered.

"hey, baby boy."

calum spluttered and looked up at the older boy. "h-hi."

"hi, what?" michael leaned in.

"hi, daddy," calum whispered shyly.

"good boy."

the waitress stopped at their table, getting michael a caramel macchiato and calum a cinnamon roll frappuccino. when she left, michael excused himself to go to the bathroom.

a few seconds before he left, calum's phone buzzed with a text.

from: michael

meet me in the bathroom right now

calum furrowed his eyebrows. why the bathroom?

he left the table, quietly making his way to the bathroom.

right as he stepped in the door, it was shut behind him and calum was pressed against it by michael.

"what the-" he was cut off by michael's lips pressing against his.

michael's hands pressed into calum's hips, keeping his back against the door. "hey, baby."

"is this," calum paused, michael's mouth pressing against his neck, nipping and sucking the skin. "the reason you texted me?" he gasped when michael bit down hard on his neck.

"what else would it be for?"

"i-" he was cut off - again - by michael's mouth.

"be a good boy and keep quiet. wouldn't want to get caught, would we?"

calum felt a rush of arousal shoot through him as he thought about getting caught. michael hadn't even locked the door. calum's thought process stopped as michael began to palm him through his jeans.

"oh god," he moaned.

"sh," michael reprimanded, tugging on calum's ear with his teeth.

michael unbuttoned calum's flannel, pressing hard kisses down his chest as he went. as he reached the top of calum's pants, he teasingly undid the fly, tugging them down calum's legs. calum attempted to step out of them, his shoes proving to be a problem, and ended up just kicking those off as well.

calum pulled michael back up to his level in a surge of confidence, but backed down when michael backed him almost further into the door.

"eager, princess?"

calum didn't say anything, but slipped his hands under michael's shirt, trying to get him to take it off.

michael gave in and shed his shirt. michael pulled calum away from the door and shoved him against the opposite wall, getting down on his knees, wrapping his small fingers around the waistband of calum's boxers.

the door shot open and michael accidentally head butted calum in the groin.

"fuck!" calum yelled, pushing michael away, clutching his dick.

the old man in the doorway had wide eyes and slowly started to back out of the bathroom, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he sped away.

michael looked up at calum from the floor as calum held his throbbing crotch.

they both laughed. calum helped michael up and michael promised to kiss calum's boo boo better later.

//i sent this to alex and it was so funny i'm crying forever

and is it weird that i fudging love this chapter it's so weird and smutty and funny//