Fucking
Calum
Hood.
Where would I be without that boy?
Still lost in the world of no-last-name-Michael . . .
Calum went back to his summer job and I sat in art class with Dev.
It was weird to feel untouched by the twin of Michael on the days I felt needy of some feeling.
Of some skin to skin contact even with a hug or a usless fucking handshake.
Calum wouldn't touch me, he said I needed to rest.
And I ached for the feel of my lovers hands on my body
And how tempted I would be because Calum was a fucking tease,
And normally I'd oblige to Ashton's 'No swearing' rule, but Calum brings out a Luke that I can't describe.
A sexual frustrated, hormonal teenage boy with a boyfriend who won't understand the significance in his love for him right now.
Calum sat on his bed and I sat absentmindly on his lap for all he knew, and threw my arm around his neck, playing with his hair.
Luke, he said and I chastely kissed the side of his mouth.
And he didn't finish his sentence with words, no, but the rotation of flipping us over and attacking my lips with his.
And, yeah, maybe I wanted him bad,
but Calum was too eager.
No complaints though,
I kind of like this side of him.
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Calum's Boy (CAKE)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Lost Boy] I thought I controlled them. But they seemed to have a mind of their own.
