Young Love | Cake

Part Two: Age 6 & 7

The highly requested Part Two.

Luke is 6, Calum is 7 now, in first year.

If you don't like underage fluff, fuck off; Simple as that.

Pls read the A/N at the end if you actually like this crap lawl.

WARNING: Upcoming Fetus Fluff overload

*I suggest you listen to 'Everything has changed' By Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran during all of this bc remember the music vid omg*

Enjoy ;)

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Calum quietly opens the door to his best mates bedroom. Liz had let him up, and Calum planned on waking his Lukey up for school. He climbs onto the tiny Dora the Explorer trundle (don't ask) and lies directly on top of the blond, lanky first grader. Luke is shaking in his sleep, as usual. He's been having his bad dreams since he was a toddler, and the doctors diagnosed him with severe nightmare disorder, and age anxiety, at only six years old. Little did they know Luke's been having the exact same dream ever since He met Calum; that Cal would never love him back one day.

Calum twists his slightly less chubby-but still fatter than Luke's- fingers through The younger boys flattened hair. He reaches one hand down to Luke's, and squeezes it trying to calm him down. As long as it's been going on, To this day Calum still hates seeing his Lukey suffer, even if it's in his sleep. He still didn't know how to pronounce everything properly, and sometimes he couldn't get across his emotions like other kids did, but one thing he fully understood was His 'lub' for his Lukey. So seeing him shake and screech everytime they had a sleepover, was heartbreaking.

"Lukey." Calum breathes quietly. Calum presses his soft, smooth lips to Luke's forehead. Luke whimpers.

"No! You can't take him 'way from me! He mine!" 'First the shakes, then the tears'; thought Calum. Sure enough, after pleas of somebody to not take Calum away from him the expected hot, wet tears start to stream down the little boys flustered cheeks. Calum feels his heart break once again at the sight.

"Lukey!" Calum tries, a little bit louder this time. It's no use, once Luke's into his trance, there's no getting him out of it til it's finished.

"P-please don't leave me Calllum! Luke screeches, Eyes still clamped shut, face dripping with thick puddles of sweat. "I lub you too much, Cally! Too much! I won't let you leave me!" It was too much for Calum to handle. He searches his stressed brain for an idea on how to wake his best mate up. Something he hasn't done since they were very young pops into his mind, and he gets excited at the thought. Plus, It might wake Luke up. Calum sits up on Luke's lap, straddling him. He grabs both of his hands and pins it above the thrashing boys head. The squirming continues, and Calum has to take a moment to shut his eyes, and try to remember how to kiss because it's been about three years since they've had a chance to. 'Tilt head, move lips' he slowly presses his lips onto Luke's, and feels his chest burst of excitement. It felt as good as it did years ago. He starts to move his Lips, trying to poke his tongue on Luke's lips, wanting him to open his mouth. Calum sucks on Luke's bottom lip, willing to do anything to get him up. It works.

"C-cal?!" Chrystal blue pops open, and Luke gasps. His best mate was trying to make out with him, and it felt amazing. Much to Luke's dismay, Calum pulls away, a happy glint in his dark orbs.

"My Lukey! You awake, yay!" Calum squeaks, squeezing the life out of Luke. The latter stares up at Cal for a while before tiredly reaching up to fist the collar of Calum's faded green polo.

"Why you stop kissing me?" Luke whines, it too early in the morning to be embarrassed and have a blush appear. He's been too chicken to kiss Calum again for all these years, and he finally felt those red lips on his again, and it was unexplainable.