notepad ; malum

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If you had asked Calum a couple months ago if he ever thought he'd have an intimate relationship with Michael, he'd definitely say no. He never thought he'd be able to call Michael his, let alone be on top of him on his bed, pinning his hands above his head and roughly assaulting his lips as their tongues had a fierce battle for dominance. 

"Fuck, Cal." Michael moaned as Calum's swollen lips messily kissed down to the pale and untouched skin on Michael's neck. His hands firmly clutched onto Calum's ass as Calum immediately began sucking on the skin below Michael's ear. 

To retain friction, Calum thrust his hips into Michael's in an unruly fashion, grinding the confined hardness in his jeans against the confined hardness in Michael's jeans. 

Being mute resulted in Calum not really having any relationships, romantic nor sexual. He didn't want to make it noticeable though. No, that would be embarrassing and Calum would mentally kill himself if he messed it up with Michael after getting this far. 

So, he picked out bits of information from the porn he'd seen on the Internet and he thought he was doing pretty good so far. Both of them were still fully clothed and Michael was a mess of moans and whimpers underneath him, so he took that as a good sign. 

All good things have to come to an end though and just as Calum had pulled Michael's pants off and tossed them to the side, the phone rang, loudly echoing through the empty halls of their rental apartment. 

Calum blushed as if someone had walked in on them and Michael let out an annoyed groan because the phone was being such a cock block. 

"I don't want to answer it." He whined, his hips writhing as he stared at Calum who was kneeling in between Michael's bare legs. 

The two of them sat/laid in an awkward silence, the only noise being the telephone that was ringing at an annoying volume. They waited until the ringing stopped and just as they were about to begin kissing again, whoever was calling decided they'd leave a voice mail. 

"Hi, this is Dr. Long calling from St. Francis Hospital. I'm calling about information on Mr. Hood's surgery. It's quite urgent and important information and it would be appreciated if you'd call back as soon as possible. Thank you." The answering machine spoke, then beeped and turned off. 

Michael let out another groan. "Seriously? They had to call now?" He whined, pushing himself up and leaning back on his hands. "Well, they said it was urgent." 

Calum just nodded, his cheeks still a flaming red. As Michael began to climb off the bed, Calum grabbed onto his arm, pulling his colourful haired friend in for a kiss before he left to call the hospital back. 

When Michael came back, he had the phone to his ear and was still only in his boxers and a shirt. He sat on the bed next to Calum, switching the phone onto speaker phone so Calum could listen as well, since it was technically for him. 

"Hello?" Dr. Long spoke into the phone after a couple rings. 

Michael set the phone down on the bed in between him and Calum. "Hey, it's Michael Clifford. I'm calling back for Calum Hood." He spoke, loudly so that Dr. Long could actually hear him. 

"Michael, hi! Is Calum there? This information is very important to him as well." Dr. Long explained and her voice sounded a bit nervous, almost guilty. 

Michael nodded out of habit even though Dr. Long couldn't see him. "Yep, he's right here. I've got you on speaker phone." He told her, reaching forward and intertwining his and Calum's fingers. Calum smiled softly at him. 

"Ok, well, we gone over all of Calum's x-rays and we've gone through the procedures and medication needed for the surgery and... It seems as though we will not be able to go through with Calum's surgery." Dr. Long spoke solemnly, a small sigh following her announcement. "I deeply apologize." 

Calum didn't hear her say the last part, his eyes had formed a thin film of tears, his nose was stinging on the brink of letting out rough sobs and his eyes were ringing, like he'd just gotten out of a rock concert where everyone was screaming to the best of their abilities. 

Before Michael could say anything, Calum was up and rushing out of the room. "U- Uh, thanks for informing us, I guess. I've gotta go." He muttered, quickly hanging up then chasing after Calum. "Calum, wait up!"

By the time Michael caught up to Calum, he found him curled up in fetal position on the bathroom floor, rocking himself back and forth as tears wetly streamed down his paled cheeks. 

"Oh, Calum." Michael whimpered, kneeling in front of Calum and reaching forward to wipe Calum's tears. Though Calum flinched when Michael touched him, he didn't move away but neither did he show signs of enjoying Michael's presence. 

When Michael drew his hand back, Calum hid his face in his knees, coughing out a brutal sob. He looked so vulnerable and broken and it breaking Michael's heart to pieces. 

Michael carefully pulled Calum into his arms, glad that Calum didn't object, and held him close, whispering sweet things in his ear to calm him down. "Shhh, it's ok, Cal. I love you, it's ok." He whispered, not even noticing that this was the first time he'd told Calum he loved him in a romantic sense. 

Those three words only made Calum cry harder and he shook his head. He started pushing away from Michael, trying to escape his grip. Michael let go with a dumbfounded look on his face and a sinking feeling in his stomach. Did Calum not love him back?

"Did I say something wrong?" Michael asked quietly, the volume of his voice drastically switching. 

Calum shook his head, scrambling with shaking hands to take his notepad and pen that were still in his pocket out. 

'I'll never be able to say I love you back. You'll eventually leave because of it.' Calum handed Michael the notepad, his hand trembling. The paper was slightly damp because some of Calum's tears had slipped onto it while he was writing. 

Michael shook his head, setting down the notepad and pulling Calum into his arms. "Just because you can't tell me you love me back, doesn't mean that I'll ever stop loving you." He whispered gently into Calum's ear. 

Calum buried his face into Michael neck, softly crying as Michael whispered sweet nothings to him. They stayed liked that for the rest of the night, eventually moving into the bedroom though. 

Calum didn't need to speak, As long as they had each other, they'd be alright. 

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conflict wow

i don't know whether to take drunk off hold after this AND start the new story i have in mind or wait until drunk is finished then start the new story. 

this story will 100% not have a sequeal js. 

ok bye