law 101 (malum au)

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(up top/ on the side is calum in the story)

same day - 4 pm

calum sighs as he clocks out, attempting to call luke for the fifth time in four minutes - but the boy wasnt answering.  calum figured he was already in his class, and he ran his hand through his hair, deciding who to call.

the phone rang, and a familiar voice answered.

"hey mate! lukes in class and he wouldn't let me drive to work and i have class in 30 minutes. do me a favor and pick me up," cal said, pleading.

"you know it cutie, be there in 2, i'm right around the corner anyways," the boy on the other line said, "see ya then". and the line cut off.

calum put his phone in his pocket and walked outside of the store to wait for his friend. minutes later, the familiar jeep rolled up. cal hopped in and turned to the boy.

"hi matty, thanks for picking me up, just drop me off at luke and i's apartment," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

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"come in, i can be a little late to class," the shorter boy said as the taller moaned into his neck. the boys walked into the apartment, lips connected and breaths heavy.

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calum was late to class, and he knew it. the clock was at 4:46 when he left his dorm, at 4:50 when he was about to walk into the lecture, and at 5:20 when matty finished sucking him off in the bathroom stall.

"see you later, babyboy," matty said, kissing him on his cheek.

"'m not your babyboy, matt, and you know it," calum replied, and walked into his class, over an hour late.

as soon as the door opened, the class of over 100 law students stared at the boy in ripped black skinny jeans, white vans, and a black crew neck sweater with hickies all over his neck and swollen lips.

"ah! finally decided to show up, mr.hood?" michael's, professor michael's voice boomed from the front of the class, "what, do you think you're special?"

calum shook his head and began walking to his seat, only to be yelled at once more, "i can't hear you, do you think you're special?", and that only made calum blush because professor michael had never yelled at him, and it was kind of hot.

"no, sir," he said with a raised voice. he sat as his seat and pulled out his laptop and began to type the notes.

"see me after class, mr.hood," the professor said, and the whole class snickered like a bunch of highschoolers.

'he is so cute when he's mad' calum thought.

'quit it, hood, that's so gay'

ps i have big plans for this story, there will be a sequel