Response || Malum || (Sequel to Reaction)

5

Michael's POV

Life has become routine. Granted a routine I haven't been fond of for six months, but I digress. I really should stop talking about the past six months because they aren't now. Calum is back with me, we are starting over and honestly nothing else matters anymore. This is how it should be. Only forward no rewind button needed.

It's weird to me the things I've remembered though. Like how Calum sleeps or what he takes in his coffee, two sugars and a dash of cream. Even despite the fact it's been ages since I made him coffee, I find it a routine thing to do. Maybe I just have a great attention to detail when it comes to Calum. It just seems like I know him better than I know my own self. I mean yesterday I almost put soap on my toothbrush but right now I almost unconsciously made Calum a cup of coffee. I'm a guy gone mad when it comes to him.

I ran a sleepy hand through my hair while I waited for our toast to finish cooking. Yesterday after the beach we took time to locate the neighborhood market and other places to shop. There was a target right down the street where we picked up most of our food plus a few other items we needed. I wanted to make Calum breakfast in bed since it was our first morning here but I didn't feel like wrecking the kitchen for pancakes so eggs and toast will have to do. Once the crispy bread popped up from the toaster I grabbed them out and tossed them on our plates. I've never actually made breakfast in bed for anyone but I've seen it enough times in the movies to kind of get the idea of how it should go.

I rummaged through the cabinets to find a massive tray and piled all the breakfast I had prepared on it. With a hopeful breath I lifted the tray from the counter and began to carry it up the stairs to our bedroom. I hope I don't spill all of this shit on the floor. It's taken some getting used to this house but overall it's a perfect place. There are four bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs plus a bathroom down stairs and it has a basement. My mum certainly did a fine job picking it out.

Calum had his own room but of course he slept in mine last night. We did nothing but cuddle and I admit it's great to have Calum close again but taking it slow is difficult. Especially when I just want to fuck Calum every second of the day. It's not just because I haven't had sex in six months it's that I really fucking miss having sex with Calum. Or making love rather. It seemed so wrong to say having sex with Calum because it's so much more than that. Either way I was on a drought.

By some unknown miracle I made it to the bedroom door without spilling anything. I nudged the door open with my hip but my eyes landed upon an empty bed. The sheets were a mess of white atop the mattress and a brown haired boy was not in sight. With the tray still in my hands I moved further into the room in search of Calum. I glanced to my left and noticed the door to the balcony and Calum was standing outside. He was wearing a pair of sweats and a grey shirt with his hair messy. I smiled and moved to follow him outside, sitting the tray on the small table on the balcony. He turned to face me with a sleepy smile on his face then back around to the view. Cerulean waves against golden sand illuminated by the crisp sunshine made for quite a picture this morning.

"Morning." I smiled.

"Morning." He said, stretching his arms over his head.

"I uh, I made breakfast." I stuttered. I will never stop falling in love with the Calum he his in the morning hour. He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he listened to me fumble over my words. Between he and the view of the water, I was nearly speechless.

"Oh thanks." He thanked with the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile.

"It was supposed to be breakfast in bed but you're not in bed." I teased and his eyes crinkled in a giggle then he looked up to me with a smirk.