Malum one shot

part 1.

Calum was starving to say the least. Salivating at the mouth even. He had been dreaming about the special chicken and rice Michael had promised him in compensation for leaving a huge mess in the bathroom this morning. 
         

        He hadn't got a chance to eat lunch, because some stupid fucking four year old had decided he didn't like the Shrek macaroni, and to make his opinions known, he knocked every single damn box off the shelf. And his mom just apologized and walked away! Not even bothering to help, leaving Calum to clean.

        So if Calum had crunched a few boxes whilst angrily putting them away, it was the four year old.

    After his shift ended, he went to the break room to grab his jacket and keys.

"Hey Cal, you want to go for a drink tonight?" His co-worker Ashton asked.

Cal shook his head and then smiled.

"Nah, Mike's cooking dinner tonight."

Ashton snorted. 
"That oaf can cook?"

"He can be a proper little housewife when he wants to." Calum smirked.

Ashton giggled. 
"And when is that? In your bedroom? You kinky bastard!"

Calum laughed, and grabbed his keys spinning them in his hand.

"Well, my five star dinner awaits me." Calum waved.

"Don't get your hopes up it's probably McDonald's!" Ashton laughed and waved him goodbye.

        Calum drove home, and as expected, he caught every red light, prolonging the wait of food to be transferred to his stomach.     

He parked in the driveway of his and Michael's new one-story 2-bedroom apartment and he practically ran to the door.

        Upon opening it, disappointment flooded through his body. He definitely couldn’t smell anything cooking. Faint sounds of Michael's shouts could be heard along with gunshots, telling Calum he was playing his video games. And that he did not make dinner. Irritated, he went to their bedroom.

Opening the door, there Michael was, in exactly the same spot he left him this morning.

"Mikey?"

"...."

"Mike."

"..."


"Michael!"

"What?!" Michael snapped, busy concentrating on his video game. 


 "I've been working all day.... did you cook dinner?"


"For myself."


"Oh."


"What about the chicken and...." 
       

 He trailed off noticing he was being ignored. With a sigh, Calum ventured to the kitchen, only to find all of the sandwich supplies thrown about on the counter and the new loaf of bread starting to stale. He tried to salvage what was left and ended up with a crappy ham sandwich. Which. Ok. Definitely not five star chicken. Whatever. Ignoring how inconsiderate his lover was being, he cleaned up their mess.

        Calum ate his crappy sandwich in silence. He threw away the trash and put his knife in the sink, noticing the dishwasher was full and had not been started. Disappointed, he started it, knowing that even if asked, Michael wouldn't.


He then went back to their room, rolling his eyes as Michael's clothes were still on the floor from yesterday. 
He saw Michael, lying face down and climbed on top of him.