thirteen months 》cal

//thirteen//

song / dirty little secret by the all-american rejects

photo / cal gif 

keek mf / naked calum, what are you going to do for the towel?

hope u enjoy ((not read over))

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I wake up around eight o'clock and can't seem to go back to sleep. Calum's still holding on to the teddy bear for dear life. I get up and out to go brush my teeth because morning breath is disgusting.

I get back and crawl into bed. I'm about to turn over and watch him in his sweet sleep when I jump at the touch of his arms caressing around my waist.

"Where'd you go, cupcake?" And I'm pretty sure he's teasing at the cupcakes on the sweater I'm wearing.

"I'm back," I grin at the sound of his groggy late-morning voice. "That's all that matters." He's pulled me closer so now that we're touching. My back against his chest. I feel his heartbeat. I feel his chest rising and falling as he breathes down my neck. "That tickles," I whine twisting my neck around, shifting my legs in the process. Then I realise something: he's only in his briefs.

My heart starts beating fast. It's not like I'm controlling it. Then after he brings his hand to my chest, over my heart, he whispers, "Did I do something wrong?"

I chuckle and twist around to face him. "You'll probably laugh at me."

He frowns. Tilts his head to the side. "Try me."

I take a deep breath. ". . . There's this . . . really, really, really, really, really, really, really cute guy - and I'm not over-exaggerating with my reallys; he's that cute. Cuter even. And, Calum, this really cute guy, yeah? He always smells good. He's funny. He always makes me feel like I'm chocking on a hot towel whenever he's around but at the same time I feel like I can tell him anything and everything will be all right. This really cute guy, when he smiles - and this sounds so cliché, I know, but I also don't care - it's like the sun only shines for him." My hands, both, are wrapped all around one of his and with each word, I'm tugging at his hand. I don't know where all the courage to say all this came from but here I am, saying all of it. And with the way he's watching me and listening to every word I'm saying, I feel like I can go on and on. And I do. "He always dresses really nice too. His taste in music is even way better than mine. Now that's saying a lot! This really cute guy, I don't know that much about him but I feel like I know a lot all ready."

"He sounds perfect." Calum said in monotone.

I raise my brows and smile real big. "There's something else."

"Something else, huh?"

I bite my lower lip and nod really happily.

"What's that?"

At first I stare at him without saying anything. Then I lean closer into his ear and whisper, "He's in my bed right now . . . in his underwear."

The next thing I know, we're making out. The sexual tension rising very quickly in our atmosphere.

I run my hands along his bare back, feeling his smooth tan skin. Sometimes leaving nail marks in places, no scratching, just digging my nail beds into his bare skin so the slight edge of my nails could be felt when it'd get a little more than heated. His hand traces the side of my leg and lingers its way to my thighs.

"I should go shower." He breaths down my neck. What a fuckin' tease.

I sigh, "Second door to your left."

Calum stands up and smirks down at me before leaving the room.

After I hear the sound of the rushing water, I find myself smiling non-stop and my mind fills with all thoughts of him. I bit on my lip, still smiling, and take my sweater off revealing the tank top right under. The pantyhose are long gone when I'm dancing around and humming along to some song we heard on the radio earlier in the morning.

As I'm searching for that one specific pair of jeans, I remember they're in the corner in the little hallway closet. I sigh thinking about making the run for it out of my room in just my knickers and a small black tank. No one's home right? So I might as well before Calum is finished.

I thought wrong, I said to myself when I heard rummaging of drawers in my parents' room. Oh shit, oh shitohshitohshitohshit.

"Crriiiisssstiinnaaaa!" My mother's voice filled the empty house. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

I speed walk to the bathroom door hoping not to make a sound. I know I'm not completely screwed when I twisted the knob and the door opens. The smell of my shampoo filling everywhere.

"Crisstina? Are you still in the shower?" My mother's gentle knock can be heard over the rush of the water.

Not too loudly, I say, "Yes Mum?"

It feels like everything is in slow-motion, when I watch the knob slowly twist open. The kind of slow-motion that makes your heart swell up causing a little blurryness to your vision. The kind that's having enough mercy on you to make you feel your death nice and slow. And I hear my mum say, "Honey, I'm coming in for just a minute. I left my diamond bracelet in there last night and I really need it for this meeting."

Panic is surging through every inch in me. My body goes into shut down and  I can't seem to even move. I gasp when I feel Calum's whole right arm wraps around my torso - left hand covering my mouth - pulling me in to the other side of the curtain with him. Quickly, I'm released as we hear my mum's footsteps come in. He keeps his hand on my mouth but with my own I slowly reach up to touch it.

"It's got to be in here somewhere," my mother murmurs to herself, ignored by the two of us.

i solemnly stare into his eyes. The tendency to look any where only tended to grow even more by the second. Soon my gaze traveled to his toned chest - beautiful. The water beads dripped off his chest, rolling down and my sight followed. My brows jerked upwards when i caught full view of what I tried to avoid at most costs.

"Aha!" She exclaims, frightening me as she did so. "Found it." And finally the door closed again.

"It got cold in here," Calum says pointing at his rising penis. And I look down again.

I cover my eyes with my hand and say, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.I'msorry,I'msorry,I'msorry. I didn't mean to look. I-I-I. I just--"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. No it's OK. I'm not embarrassed or anything. It's fine, really." He wraps his large fingers around my wrist gently. Calum begins to remove my hand from my eyes slowly. "You can open them." He whispers.

With my eyes shut, all I see is his dripping penis over and over again and I can't wash the picture out. So. I loosen my eyes, and they open on their own. Now all I see is him. Him smiling at me. And suddenly it feels like the shower head is in slow-mo; its noise all shut out. Although, it's the good kind of slow-motion. The one that lets you savour each millisecond which to you is all perfection.

My hands reach up to the sides of his head and my fingers get lost in his wet hair. "Finding out . . . your hair . . ." It was a little hard for me to get everything out at once. "Curls when it gets wet . . . that-that's got me feeling some type o-of way . . ."

"A little feeling almost like this?"

My eyes close again and my arms wrap themselves around his neck when he starts to kiss me. I kiss back and things get a little heated again. The shower steam not helping this time.

I rest my forehead on his, giving it a rest. "I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain, but this is so much better."

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hi; its been so long im sooo sorry but i really hope y'all are still reading

ive also been workin' on a few other books one of which is already up: lostboy go give it a read ?? :):)

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