On the Friday, Calum tells Michael to go to the toilet at lunch. Michael panics when it's a few minutes before 12:40 and this causes his mind to go into overdrive. Why does Calum want to meet up in the toilets? To say that he doesn't want to hook up anymore?
As soon as the bell rings, Michael winces. He throws his books in his locker and goes to the toilets. He cringes at the smell of stale piss and paces around before hearing the door open. He turns and sees Calum, who's facing the door.
The Maori locks the door and goes over to Michael, kissing him as he threads his fingers into Michael's belt-loops. They've never done this before in a place so public, and the thought is electric. Michael – the newly dyed bleached blond – loves the sneaking around. It gives him a nice, yet nervous feeling.
Calum lifts him up onto the counter, kissing his neck. "You know, sweetheart," he says, voice rough as he nips Michael's skin. "I think you look hot in a uniform."
Michael gets too turned on to speak, and he keeps his head on Calum's shoulder. "No more, please." He manages to get out. "No more. Don't wanna get hard."
Calum pulls him off the counter so he can stand. "Okay."
He unlocks the door, and Michael walks out first, knowing it would look suss if both of them walked out together, because guys don't go to the toilet together. Michael walks back to his locker, seeing that Luke's there waiting.
"Sorry. The teacher held me back." Michael says.
"Then why don't you have your books?"
"She let me put them in my locker before we talked."
"Okay." Luke shrugs, because why would Michael lie?
They go to where they usually sit and see that Ashton and Calum are there. Michael smiles at the both of them, and sits down next to the Maori he wanted to fuck ten minutes ago. The conversation goes normally, the word 'dick' coming up fifty times a minute.
"So, she told me I was being a dick, and I was like 'if I'm a dick, you're a vagina' and it just all went down-hill."
Calum laughs, putting his hand on Michael's thigh. Michael pushes the hand off of his lap, still trying to maintain eye-contact with everybody else who wasn't attempting to get him hard.
Michael glares at Calum as he tries to do it again.
"Hey, do you wanna come to mine after school?" Calum mumbles, trying not to let the others hear. "Mum won't be there or anything."
Michael raises his eyebrows, smirking like he's confident even though he's shitting himself on the inside. He doesn't know what Calum's eluding to. Well, he knows they're going to make psychical contact of some sort, but he doesn't know what kind.
"Sure." Michael says.
"You guys finally made up?" Ashton asks, and then continues to back himself up. "You guys have been fighting all the time lately, and you're both really private about it, like, really? We're gonna find out anyway."
"A lot has been going on, okay? We're both good at taking it out on each other." Calum explains, like it's the perfect solution to all his problems.
"Yeah," Michael adds, "I mean, I have a new brother, Calum's been going through shit with his Mum . . . it's hard not to take it out on each other."
"Have you guys ever, like . . . punched each other?" Luke asks, almost seeming worried.
Calum swallows, looking down at his crossed arms that are rested on the table. "It's been close. But, we're best friends. We'd never hurt each other like that."
Michael's almost rattled with the lies he's telling, and how easy it all falls off Calum's tongue. He slides back a little, uncomfortable with how well the guy can lie.
Soon enough, the day is over, and Michael catches a ride to Calum's. Ashton and Luke look like they want to ask why they aren't invited, but don't say anything, and drive off quickly. As soon as the Nissan Pulsar's in the distance, the Maori smiles.
Weeds itch pale skin as Michael walks to the front door. Michael then realises that he hasn't been to Calum's in months, and he wants a graph to emphasise just how much the place has gone to shit.
It smells of weed and sweat, and Calum blushes. "I'm sorry, I cleaned this morning, but Mum must've . . ." he trails off, seeing a joint crumpled on a dinner plate that Calum had so nicely put tea on the night before. "Let's go to my room. It doesn't smell like failure." He mumbles.
Calum's room is nice and clean, compared to the rest of the house. Even though it has a few dishes and socks thrown everywhere, it's healthier than the joint on the dinner plate. Calum sits Michael down on the bed.
A whole house. Michael thinks. All to ourselves.
"What are we going to do?" he asks.
"I don't know. I'm too embarrassed to make-out, now."
"Calum, I've been your best friend for, like, sixteen years. I'm not gonna be judgemental towards you."
Calum bites his lip. "Mum won't be back until morning, if you want to do something like that."
Michael's at a loss for words, and the only thought that comes to mind is, with my best friend? And then, he realises, he crossed the line a while ago, and there was no turning back, now.
"Not yet." He concludes, sitting on the bed so he can lean against the wall. "How do you feel about me?"
Calum seems surprised at the question. "I don't know."
It wasn't the answer Michael was looking for, but it was better than Calum saying that he feels nothing towards him, and that's good enough.
"That's alright, I guess." Michael says, his voice sounding a bit unsure because he really doesn't know what to say.
Calum looks like he wants to say something, but instead closes his eyes and pushes a breath out. "Do you want to cuddle instead?"
"Um, how do we . . ."
Michael doesn't really know how to cuddle with Calum, because, well . . . he's never really considered it. Like, yeah, he's done it before, but it's different now. It's different because now he has to think about it, and where he lays depends on his dominance in this relationship.
"It's alright," Calum laughs, laying down and pulling Michael with him. "Just the same as normal, okay?"
Michael lays down next to him before hugging him from the side, his head on Calum's chest. Their legs knot together, and they close their eyes. Michael listens to the Maori's heartbeat. Calum plays with Michael's tie, and pulls it off eventually. He puts the quilt over their shoulders, sighing.
"You know, I had a wet dream about you once." Calum says, like it's an everyday conversation.
Michael laughs at how casually he says it, and looks up at him. "What'd I do?"
"I fucked you."
"Okay. I've never had a wet dream about you, before."
Calum pouts, drawing circles in Michael's back. "I'm hurt."
"Poor baby dove."
them hooking up?
calum saying he doesn't know how he feels? (what a fucknut)
everything else?
