12 Days Of Christmas // l.h. + a.i.

A Very M(alum)erry Christmas / bonus chapter

Calum Hood & Michael Clifford

"Calum, get up!" Michael said, hitting Calum with a pillow from their bed.

"Michael, go away. It's early," Calum groaned, rolling over.

"Do you know what today is?" Michael asked, ignoring Calum.

"Yeah. It's the day were you leave me the fuck alone so I can sleep," Calum grumbled, pulling the covers over his face.

"Um, wrong. It's Christmas!" Michael shouted, pulling back the covers and jumping on Calum.

Calum groaned and tried to get Michael off of him, but Michael wasn't moving.

"Michael, please, I'm trying to sleep. Last night I was up late taking Luke back. Please let me sleep," Calum begged.

Michael leaned down, and Calum could feel Michael's breath on his neck.

"Whatever you say, daddy," Michael said, smirking, before getting off Calum and out of bed.

And, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing Calum had ever heard. He reached out and grabbed Michael's wrist, pulling him back to the bed, and back on top of Calum.

"What was that?" Calum asked, rolling over so he was on his back, looking up at Michael.

"I thought you wanted to sleep," Michael teased.

"I'm awake now," Calum said, his hands slowly moving down Michael's waist.

~ * ~

A couple hours later, both the boys were sitting in the living room, having finished opening presents. The little ball of white fur, spotted with black (otherwise known as Michael and Calum's new kitten) was sleeping on Michael's lap.

"We still haven't thought of a name for her," Michael said, absentmindedly stroking the kitten's fur.

"Well, what do you suggest?" Calum asked.

"We could call her Oreo," Michael suggested.

"Oreo?" Calum asked.

"Yeah. She's black and white. I mean, we can't call her Cow," Michael said.

Calum laughed.

"Oreo it is then. Merry Christmas, Oreo," Calum said, stroking the kitten's head, before gently kissing Michael.

~ * ~

The boys were on their way to Liz's house for the Christmas party. They had left Oreo at home, not wanting to look after her at the party.

"Do you think Luke's proposed yet?" Calum asked.

"Probably. I bet they had celebratory sex too," Michael said.

"Celebratory sex? Doubt it," Calum said.

"10 bucks they did," Michael said.

"And 10 bucks they didn't," Calum said.

The two shook on it, Calum nearly getting them into an accident for looking over at Michael.

"Pay attention to the road Calum," Michael laughed.

~ * ~

"Well, that was a fun party," Calum said, collapsing on the couch.

"Yeah. But you owe me," Michael smirked.

"I do, don't I," Calum said, standing up and walking up to Michael, pressing himself against Michael.

Calum looked down at Michael, before smashing his lips against Michael's, Michael's fingers tangling in Calum's hair.

"Come on kitten," Calum whispered, taking Michael's hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Michael obliged, following Calum to the bedroom, laying down on the bed, looking innocent.

"You know I love you, right?" Calum said as he leaned over Michael.

"I know," Michael said, his heart racing.

Calum brought his lips to Michael's and felt the sparks. Michael's hands were wandering over Calum's chest, playing with the band of Calum's underwear. Calum slipped off his jeans and shirt, leaving him only in his underwear.

"You know, this isn't really fair kitten," Calum muttered, tugging at the end of Michael's shirt.

Calum took off Michael's shirt and pants, throwing them off the bed. Michael shivered at the cold air hitting his warm skin, and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Calum asked, gently moving Michael's arms away.

"I'm cold, you idiot," Michael muttered, gently tugging at the roots of Calum's hair.

A moan escaped Calum's lips, and he pressed himself against Michael.

"I can warm you up if you'd like."

"Yes please."

And for the second time that day, they ended up showering together, Calum thinking about Luke and Ashton's engagement.

Maybe, just maybe, he could propose to Michael.

"Next Christmas," he muttered.

"Next Christmas what?" Michael asked.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas, that's all," Calum said, lightly kissing Michael's forehead.

Calum had made up his mind - next Christmas, was going to be his Christmas with Michael, and hopefully one Michael nor him would ever forget.

~ * ~

A/N: hello here's my christmas present to you. my mom's going to kill me for staying in my room for so long on christmas. *shrugs* oh well. merry christmas (again lol)