cake oneshots || book two

Morning Pancakes

Credit: outerspxcehood

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Luke really loves his boyfriend. With his never ending happiness and his many different laughs. His big sweaters and flower crowns. But most of all, he loves his eyes. They were a dark brown that sparkled in the light. He loved them dearly, and loved his boyfriend even more.

Calum was his favourite person, no matter what people say about him and that he's not good for Calum. When first meeting the pair, people often wondered how they got along so well. Him and Calum balance each other out.

Calum loved his boyfriend. Calum loved his boyfriend so much. From his beautiful blue eyes that he always got lost in, to his extremely long legs. Calum was so fond of Luke.

Calum had this thing. He always carried his camera around. He took pictures of many things. Nature, people, items, but his favourite thing to take pictures of was Luke.

Whether it was when Luke was off guard or when he was looking. Calum loved making Luke smile, which he did quite often.

Luke could never not smile when he was with Calum. Calum just had this affect on him.

People often wondered how two completely different boys got along, but they did and it worked.

It worked better than most relationships do.

Calum's eyes slowly peeled open, a smile finding it's way to his face. He saw the blonde boy he was completely head over heels in love with sleeping beside him. His usually quiffed hair, flat on his forehead. Small puffs of air coming out of his mouth.

Calum rolled over, grabbing his camera from the side dresser, glancing at the time, 7:34.

He rolled over, so he was straddling Luke's hips.

"Lukey." He whispered, nudging his nose with his. He stirred a bit, not opening his eyes though.

"Lukey." Calum brushed away the hair from Luke's forehead, kissing it. He kissed his cheeks, his temple, his nose and then finally his lips.

"Wake up Lukey." He whispered against his lips before applying more pressure. It took about a few seconds before Luke moved his own lips against Calum's. Luke smiled into the kiss, placing his hands on Calum's waist.

"Good morning Cal." Luke mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning Lukey." Cal pulled out his camera, so it was in front of his face before a 'click!' was heard.

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

"Yup!" Calum giggled, popping the 'p'. "It's time to get up. We're gonna make pancakes today remember?!" Calum said excitedly. He kissed Luke once more softly before climbing off him.

Luke enjoyed the view of his boyfriend searching for a shirt. He was only clad in his tight black boxers, showing off his ass quite nicely in Luke's opinion.

"Stop staring Lukey." Calum giggled from the corner of the room where he found one of Luke's many band shirts. He slipped it on, it coming past his briefs. "C'mon Lukey." Calum complained pulling his boyfriend up from the bed and towards the kitchen. Luke wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, stopping them mid step and pulling him into him.

"I love you so much Cal." He whispered against his shoulder, kissing it softly.

"I love you too Lukey." It was a rare occasion that Calum called Luke, Luke. It was always 'Lukey' or sometimes beautiful. That's what Calum thought Luke was, beautiful. Luke thought the same. Calum was Luke's sunshine. People say he looks at him like he's the last available source of oxygen on earth. To Luke, he was.