cake oneshots || book one

Soulmates - AU - Bruises

Credit: flameretardant123

HOLY SHÎT TODAY IS THE DAY OF MY CONCERT AFGHJKLSHHSJS I CANT IM SO FREAKIBG EXCITED I CANT WAIT!!!

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"You've gotta quit getting kicked in the shins all the time, babe," Luke groused as he lifted one leg to stare mournfully at the latest ugly, cleat-shaped purple bruise forming on his pale skin, identical to the sets decorating Calum's own slender calves.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and Luke was exactly where he wanted to be : lounging on his couch, a cricket match playing in the background, and his beautiful soul-mate half-asleep in his arms, their legs tangled up and Calum's head tucked against his shoulder.

It would've been absolutely perfect if Luke didn't have to stare at those ugly scars consistently decorating his own faultless legs thanks to Calum's overzealous enthusiasm on the soccer field. Having bruises identical to your soul-mate's was supposed to help you identify them; of course Luke had known the first time he'd stared into Calum's soft, chocolate brown eyes that the older boy was meant to be his. So all in all, these ugly bruises were useless as far as he was concerned.
"Cal? Calum? Are you paying attention?" Luke lifted the hand casually splayed on Calum's ass to poke at his waist. "Can't you at least get better shin-guards?"

The slender brunette didn't even deign to look at the source of what he thought was Luke's rather conceited complaint. "I play soccer, not hockey. You gotta quit whining about a few little bruises," he muttered against Luke's neck, burrowing further into the younger boy's embrace. Luke made a wonderful pillow, all broad-chested, and soft skinned with those toned, powerful swimmer's muscles that shifted subtly under Calum's hand when he pressed it against Luke's heart. He would've been the absolute perfect place to curl up and take a nap if he would just stop with his griping already.

Unfortunately, Luke wasn't socially astute enough to take a hint, no matter how direct. "The guys on the swim-team are always making fun of me 'cus I look so beat up all the time."
'Just ignore it', Calum told himself, furrowing his eyebrows together to keep his eyes tightly shut. He's gotta get tired of it at some point.

Luke continued undaunted. "They call you a wife-beater. Signed me up for counseling the other day to 'help me get out of a violent relationship'." He shifted so one long pale arm slung over Calum's body and pulled him in a little closer. "The counselor actually called my house when I didn't show up to the session. Took it all serious and everything. Of course mom thought I was cheating on you with a very short girl who was beating up my legs... She gave me a big long lecture about fidelity and respect. Let me tell you, that wasn't much fun. It's so unfair... I used to have real good-looking legs too, you know. 'Course they're a little paler than I'd li-"

"Oh for god's sake! Why won't you just stop talking and let me take a nap!" Calum wailed as he lifted his face up from the crook of Luke's neck to glare at the younger boy.

Luke glared back at him. "You're not taking my concern very seriously. This is supposed to be an equal relationship where we listen to each other."
Calum gave up. "Fine! I'll wear the stupid shin-guards!"

Luke cheered inwardly. Finally! Truimph!

He held Calum close when the brunette collapsed back into his arms and once again hid his face in his throat, moist lips pleasantly settled against his jugular.

"But just so you know, you can forget about getting laid from now on too."

Luke stiffened immediately and hurriedly shifted up the couch bringing Calum's body up with his and using one large, worried hand to tilt the brunette's face up. "W-what? Why?"
Baleful brown eyes glowered up at him before the brunette deliberately shifted away to stare pointedly at the numerous scratch marks littered across Luke's bare biceps, shoulders, and chest. It wasn't visible at the present moment, but Calum knew they continued all over Luke's back as well. Remnants from the numerous times when Calum's blunt finger-nails found purchase in that pale skin as Luke fucked him into oblivion all night long. "You don't like being marked up," he muttered flatly, as he rested his head back on Luke's shoulder.

Luke's throat suddenly felt very parched as he realized his terrible, terrible oversight. "Uh... y-you don't really mean that, do you babe?" He asked, fingers slipping under Calum's chin to try to see his lover's pretty features and figure out just how serious this threat was.

The brunette refused to budge. "I'm going to take a nap now, Lucas. I suggest you take this time to think about what you really want." He determinedly draped himself over the younger boy, pushing him back down and throwing a thin leg over Luke's waist, deliberately lining them up so their crotches pressed together.

Luke groaned and wrapped his arms back around Calum's thin frame as he laid back down and wondered if using coverup on his legs would be too noticeable.