Oh, Baby Baby ☾cake au

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calum has been wearing blue jeans lately and i have been A Mess. (that middle outfit is A1)

(just to let you all know, luke and calum are the same height in this :))

also, i'm double updating today woop woop

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luke doesn't want to move. he doesn't so little as want to allow his chest to rise and fall with his breathing because if he does anything to ruin the position he and calum are in, he'd never forgive himself.

the sun shines through a thin slit in the silk curtains hanging over the windows, allowing just the perfect amount of early morning sunlight to cascade over the older boy's golden features. somewhere throughout the night, luke's shirt had ridden up to his chest for calum's face was pressed flush against his warm, newly awoken skin still adjusting to the coolness of the room.

calum's plump lips, in a pout, are pressed softly against luke's abdomen. the blonde boy can feel shallow, even breaths fanning oh so gently over his torso while he notices that calum's arms still haven't managed to unwrap from around luke's waist since the night before as well as luke's fingers in calum's hair which was now a fluffy, curly, mess in contrast to how neat and soft the caramel boy usually has it. luke thinks calum should wear his hair natural more often.

there's a short knock on the door and then calum's sister's voice softly chiming from the other side. "are you awake?"

luke hesitantly speaks back, "yeah."

"okay," mali replies, "my mum wants you to eat before breakfast gets cold."

luke hears footsteps leaving the door before he can respond and he sighs. he doesn't want to get up, even a little.

carefully, he slips out from beneath calum's warm embrace until he can stand from the bed. he watches calum furrow his eyebrows slightly and shift in his spot, his arms searching around for something, until he lets out a breath and curls further into the comforter and pillows.

luke checks himself in the mirror, making sure he doesn't look like a complete train wreck and double checking that he has shorts on before he walks out into the bright living room.

calum's mum is in the kitchen picking delicately at a plate of scrambled eggs and luke politely greets here with a "good morning."

"morning, hon," she smiles and picks up two plates of food and hands them to luke. "one of these are for you," the woman gestures to the plates. "would you mind taking the other one to calum?"

"course not," luke smiles. "thank you for the food."

"oh, sweetie, you're welcome."

luke pushes the bedroom door open with his hip (he's thankful he didn't close the door all the way) and then closes it behind him. he sets the plates on the nightstand and only now does he realize the bed is empty.

the bathroom door opens across the room and calum struts out, brushing his fingers lazily through his messy hair. luke can only think about how much he wants to run his own fingers through the thick hair again.

"what's that?" calum nods towards the food and walks to it beside luke.

"breakfast. your mum made it."

calum hums while picking up a strip of turkey bacon and taking a bite out of it, plopping back down on the bed at the same time.

luke is picking mindlessly at the breakfast and calum looks him up and down but not how he usually does. not how he did when he brushed his fingers over luke's bare legs when they met. not how he did when luke was on his knees before calum, cheeks to pink, thin lips dripping with honey too sweet for the blonde's own good. calum is looking at luke's eyes, his skin, his fingers, his tongue licking over his teeth that cal only just realizes he'd like to hear spill luke's soul and everything he's thinking and it's such a foreign concept that calum forces himself to shake his brain of it all and speak.