L.R.H & C.T.H | cake one shots | boyxboy

High hopes

Summary: He wanted blond, yellow hair and blue eyes that tore him apart the second he laid his eyes on them. He wanted pale skin and long, pretty legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted thin, pink lips on his neck and red cheeks pressed up against his chest. He wanted cold, soft hands interwined with his and he wanted delicate, gentle fingers tracing the figure of his jaw, running them through his hair. So he ran, ran and ran and texted his lover that he changed his mind. That he wanted him, that he always wanted him. That that boy meant nothing to him because it is true. He was nothing; just a dust on the sidewalk. But Luke, oh beautiful Luke. That boy was just a little bug, and Luke was a whole garden.

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He glances at the crowd for a briefly second; all those faces filled with worry and disappointment, annoyance, sadness, worry. He can't help but burst into tears, sobs erupting from his mouth and hiccups replacing the cold, uncomfortable silence. The tears come out wet and salty and he can taste them himself. He can taste the sadness and the guilt, the heartbreak and all those feelings that he had bottled up for these past months. He looks at the boy standing infront of him with a saddened expression on his features. Brown hair and electric green-ish eyes that reminded him somehow of his green lava lamp his dad bought him when he was 10 years old. He hated that lamp. His creamy body covered by a black tux that fitted him perfectly. He was beautiful really, but he's not what he wanted. He wanted blond, yellow hair and blue eyes that tore him apart the second he laid his eyes on them. He wanted pale skin and long, pretty legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted thin, pink lips on his neck and red cheeks pressed up against his chest. He wanted cold, soft hands interwined with his and he wanted delicate, gentle fingers tracing the figure of his jaw, running them through his hair. So he ran, ran and ran and texted his lover that he changed his mind. That he wanted him, that he always wanted him. That that boy meant nothing to him because it is true. He was nothing; just a dust on the sidewalk. But Luke, oh beautiful Luke. That boy was just a little bug, and Luke was a whole garden. He loved Jake, he did. Did. But all the love faded away. It just happens. Everything fades away and the feelings go and Calum does not look at Jake with shiny, bright eyes anymore. Instead he looks at him almost forcefully, because he'd rather be looking up at Luke's blue eyes that hold a whole constellation falling into place. Luke's eyes are like the sea; Calum drowns everyday. So now he is running towards Luke and he can hear footsteps behind him but he doesn't stop. He's worried, though. Worried that Luke doesn't want him anymore, that he won't be waiting there for him. That his love for Calum faded away as Calum's love for Jake. But Luke's there waiting for him and Calum's heart skips a beat when he sees him. And Calum could hug him and crush him and kiss him and devour him whole because Luke's everything he has ever wanted but he can't because Jake is following closely behind so he'll hug him and crush him and kiss him and devour him whole later. He reaches for the passenger door and now, they're driving away from Calum's worse nightmare until it's just Calum and Luke, like it's always supposed to be. The car ride was silent. No words, just Luke's actions that make Calum know that it's okay; That they're okay. Calum falls asleep to the thought of waking every morning to Luke's pretty face from now on.

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Luke shakes Calum softly, his fingers touching Caum's shoulder gently. They arrived. Luke's house is small and cozy and that's why Calum likes it. Because it's small and cozy and because Luke's smell lingers in the atmosphere and Calum wants to suffocate in Luke's cologne. They walk to the familiar, messy kitchen Calum's learn to love and Luke pulls out a wooden chair for Calum for him to sit down and places a bag with clothes he can borrow on the wooden table. Calum thanks him with a warm smile and goes to the bathroom to change and while Calum's away Luke makes both of them a cup of coffee but Luke's breath hitches and almost drops the cups when he sees Calum, because he is wearing his clothes and he looks beautiful.They sit in silence while drinking the coffee but Luke's eyes are saying everything Calum's wanted to hear all this time. So Calum smiles and drinks the coffee Luke made for him and hopes that Luke will love him forever because there's no doubt in his mind that his heart will never ever stop beating for Luke. And after awhile the silence breaks."I make art now." Luke whispers softly. Calum almost didnt hear him but he does and he's almost jumping up and down but just looks at Luke with big puppy eyes instead and Luke curses because can say no to that. So Luke is leading Calum to his 'art room'' and Calum is fascinated the minute he stepped into the room because wow. Everything is so beautiful and amazing and there's books everywhere and canvas hanging on the walls and colorful paint all over the floor and walls and Calum wants to know everything about Luke's art. Who and what inspired it. Calum is looking at awe at the canvas in front of him and he touches them and can't help but feel Luke's warm skin on the paint. So he keeps touching and touching and tracing his fingers because this is who Luke is now and Calum wants to feel it all. Luke is looking at him from behind and he knows what Calum is thinking and just chuckles a little bit to himself because Calum is Luke now. He could take Calum to millions of Art Museums but Luke's eyes will always find their way to Calum because after all, Calum is the most beautiful and only work of art. And then Calum turns to look at him with those eyes that can tear Luke apart in a matter of seconds. Luke's blue eyes collapse with brown ones and everything feels just right and Luke hopes that Calum looks at him like that everyday.