The Nervous & The Cocky

"GIANT DICK"

Michael's pov

For a split second I felt bad for shoving past Calum as hard as i did, but when i looked in the mirror I saw my blazing red eyes from my tears and I came to realise how much he had actually hurt me.

I understand that Calum is a closeted bisexual and that he is still experimenting; but I love the boy and I don't want to be an experiment.

If this is how I am going to be treated I no longer want to be a part of what ever his game is.

Although, it's hard to say no to such deep piercing eyes staring straight into my soul and tearing me apart. The way his strong muscled arms pin me down and hold me in place really gets me going.

His giant dick is a fucking BEAST and lets be honest as much as I'd like to say i don't just love him for sex, his penis plays a large role in my life and my ass's too.

I have loved him truly for as long as i can remember, but I would always push it to the back of my mind and pretend that the emotions I felt were purely friendship based.

The tears had dried, Staining my cheeks. I undressed for the second time today, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the thoughts of today.

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Third person pov

Michael sat, slouched on the edge of his bed, Dressed in his sweatpants and a plain black shirt, His damp, scarlet hair dripping down his face and neck as he had only just come from the shower.

His door creaked open, his bloodshot eyes slowly peering upward to see an equally distressed Calum, his eyes also bloodshot red, from crying.

Calum said nothing, he let his eyes do the talking, His brown eyes met with Michael's green ones, and in the silence, A thousand words were spoken, as if they had their own special of language.

Calum slowly edged towards Michael and stood in front of the boy softly staring.

With slight hesitation Calum leaned down carefully putting his hands on either side of Michaels tear stained cheeks; tilting his head to meet his own lips and gently brushing them together.

The quick but passionate kiss was different to any of their other encounters- it was as if it meant so much more than any words could ever express even though both of their eyes were closed and no words were exchanged.

Michael's pov

Calum pulled away and placed his forehead to mine as we stopped to catch our breath.

He slowly ran his hands through my still damp hair, but to my disappointment he retracted back and looked back and forth between my eyes his own filled with something I couldn't work out in my own dazed and confused state.

As I worked up the courage to attempt to ask why he turned and walked out of the room with no words said.

I stared at the door for a long while before realising fresh tears had made new tracks down my flushed cheeks.

At some point I crawled under the covers of my safe bed and silently cried until I ran out of tears and fell into a dreamless sleep.