Oh, Baby Baby ☾cake au

7

as usual, luke internally groans as he walks into his first class. calum welcomes himself momentarily into the seat next to luke's and props his head up with his hand as his elbow rests on the desk. "i'm coming over today, right?" calum asks with a smile as he looks all over luke.

"if you plan on finishing the semester with a decent grade in this class, then yes. be over at five."

calum smirks, looking luke in the eye and winking, agreeing, before making his way back to his seat as the late bell rings. luke lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and quickly takes out his phone before the teacher begins giving instructions.

luke: he's killing me

michael: stay strong my son

•••

calum arrives at luke's house a few minutes after five and knocks on the door. he waits for the pretty blonde to open and when he does, luke leans on the doorframe and smiles, "you're late," he jokes.

"oh, i can leave..." calum starts backing away teasingly and luke just shakes his head and opens the door wider.

"get your ass in here," the blonde says and calum brushes past luke and up the stairs.

luke walks behind calum as they trudge up the stairs which is kind of inconvenient since luke took the liberty of wearing his black skirt that calum seemed to like so if calum walked behind him, he would have seen every inch of luke's ass there is to see. luke is wearing the skirt for a reason and it isn't to hide his ass from calum. calum's been there for thirty seconds and luke is already frustrated.

"okay," calum throws himself on luke's bed, making himself at home, "what do you want to work on fir..." calum stops speaking suddenly when he catches a glimpse of luke's slender legs and smiles proudly, "i thought you never wear that skirt."

"well i own it, so i thought i might start," luke shrugs, placing his laptop screen on his lap.

calum groans and takes out a notebook and starts writing bullet points of information that will go in their report. he really does care about his grades and wants to do well but the way luke's skirt keeps riding further up his thigh with every slight shift of the laptop (if that's even possible due to the shortness of the article of clothing) was distracting and calum can't concentrate so he decides to use one thing he knows that makes luke mad: non-productivity.

calum starts doodling random pictures of cartoon animals and weird graffiti letters on his paper in clear vision of luke. the blonde glances at calum's paper and sighs, "seriously? please get something done, i'm not doing this entire damn assignment by myself."

calum puts his hands up in surrender, "alright, alright. i'm sorry," calum looks down at his paper again as luke proceeds to type on the computer.

only the sound of luke's fingers typing on the keyboard fill the room as the older boy sits in silence for a few seconds, looking around the bedroom before bringing his finger to his cheek and flicking it with his lips parted, creating a bubbly popping sound.

luke annoyingly looks at him momentarily and then ignores it, looking back down at his screen.

calum smiles subtly and looks up at the ceiling, makes the sound again, waits a few seconds, pops again. luke clenches his eyes shut in irritation as calum pauses the noise for a short while and then leans closer to luke's ear and... pop.

"oh my god!" luke slams his hands down on the keyboard, "you're like a five year old!"

calum holds back a laugh, looking at luke, "okay! i'm gonna start working now, i swear. i'm done."