Cake One-Shots

The Blonde Streak

A/N So basically, I think of Cake scenarios just like everyone else does and I write them down. The problem is, they sound better in my head than written out so I'm trying my best to keep it as similar to the way it's going on in my head as I can. Sounds good? Great. Let's start, shall we?

Luke always dyed Michael’s hair for him. And Calum always helped Luke dye Michael’s hair. Well really Calum would lean against the door frame of the bathroom and watch Luke dye Michael’s hair, occasionally pointing out any spots that Luke missed or say how one side of Mikey’s hair is dyed more than the other.

Calum would watch Luke sit on the edge of the bathtub with Michael on the floor and his back against the side, sitting in between Luke’s legs. He would watch Luke concentrate on applying the dye to Michael’s hair very carefully as to get as little of it onto Michael’s skin as possible. He would watch Luke’s tongue poke out of the corner of his mouth and Calum would smile because, good God, Luke looked so adorable like that. Well, more adorable than usual. He would crack as many jokes possible about Michael and how funny it would be if Luke messed up just to see Luke smile and blush and focus even more on Michael’s hair. And later, he would watch Luke stand over Michael to rinse his hair in the tub and wipe away any excess dye that did get onto Michael’s skin. From blonde to lilac, that’s just how it always was. And still is.

    Right now, Luke is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Michael on the floor, back against the tub and in between Luke’s legs. Michael decided it was high time that he change his hair color again, something new, something that wasn’t lilac. He decided to go for a whitish/platinum blonde this time and so that was exactly what was going on right now, Luke was dying Michael’s hair. It was the exact same routine as any other time, but this time, the strange little something that was stirring in Calum’s belly is stronger and he still doesn’t know what the heck it was, but he knows it just might have something to do with the little crush he has on Luke.

    “You missed a spot,” Calum says jokingly, just to get his mind off of Luke, which seems to be the only thing on his mind these days.

    “Where?” Luke doesn’t catch onto the joke like the dork he is and cranes his neck to examine all of Michael’s head, biting his lower lip when he doesn’t find anything. At this point, Calum is mentally cursing out everything under the sun with everything under the sun because, dammit, that bite lip will be his undoing.

    “Lukey, I was joking,” he sighs as he watches Luke make Michael turn his head in every single direction possible to find any missed strands of hair and Calum discovers that the stirring in his belly was his wanting for Luke to pay that much attention to him.  

    “Oh.” Luke blinks, smiling sheepishly and turning the slightest bit pink with embarrassment at not realizing it was a joke sooner. “Then I guess you’re good for now, Mikey, but you gotta come back to rinse your hair in a few hours, okay?” Michael rolls his eyes because he knows the steps to dying hair, it’s not like he hasn’t been there for his own hair. When Michael leaves the bathroom to go bother Ashton or something, Calum moves to help Luke clean up the bathroom, confused at how much of mess they had made even though they were just dying Michael’s hair; Ashton always comments on how he’s surprised that they don’t start fires with all the mess they make.    

    The two of them don’t say much but when Calum unintentionally starts humming the tune to the theme song of Spongebob, Luke stops what he’s doing and starts cracking up. Before he even registers what’s so funny, Calum is smiling, too, because Luke’s laugh is too cute to not smile at and Calum realizes just how “little” his crush is.

A few hours later, Michael is back to rinse out his hair and this time, Calum actually helps, dumping a bucket of cold water on Michael’s head just to make Luke laugh again.

“Well fuck you, too, Cal,” Michael says in response to the frigid water and Calum looks at Luke again to see him biting his lip to keep from laughing anymore before he focuses back in on rinsing out Michael’s hair. He decides he can’t take much more and makes a decision right then.

“I wanna dye my hair, too,” Calum announces and Lukes whips his head up at him in shock.

“You do?” he asks, the surprise evident in his face.

“Since when?” Michael scoffs from where he’s kneeling with his head underneath the bathtub faucet.

“Since now.” Calum shrugs his shoulders.

“Well ok, I can help if you want. After we get done here with Mikey,” Luke offers and Calum nods a little too quickly, completely oblivious to Luke’s stares afterwards.

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“Okay, Cal, what color do you want?” Luke asks. With all the times he’s helped Michael dye his hair, he likes to think he’s somewhat of a professional when it comes to dying hair now.

“Um, blonde, but not all of it, just a little bit in the front, like a, um, streak, I guess, but spread out in the front, like real thin streaks all over the front-” Calum rambles on, nervously and cursing himself out this time because this brilliant idea of his could end really badly, but Luke cuts him off by sitting him down on the bathroom floor the way Michael does, with his back against the side of the bathtub. However, instead of sitting behind him on the edge of the tub, Luke places himself in front of Calum and giggles at the confused expression on Calum’s face.

“What?” he asks. “How am I supposed to streak the front of your hair if I’m sitting behind you?” Calum nods because it makes sense and feels all giddy from their proximity to one another. He lets Luke get to work on his hair, getting what he wanted and watching Luke direct all his attention towards him before closing his eyes in fear that some dye might get in his eyes. He can feel Luke's fingers on his forehead as he applies the dye with a comb carefully as always, he giggles slightly because it kind of tickles but he doesn't do much about it but squirm a little. When he doesn't feel the comb going through his hair or Luke's fingers brushing up against his face anymore, he opens his eyes to see what's going on but comes to a sight that sets his cheeks on fire. Luke is biting his lip and staring deeply at Calum, his eyes filled with amazement and awe and he's looking at Calum like he's the most special thing in the world. When Luke notices that Calum has caught him, his eyes widen and he looks like a deer in the headlights.

"Calum, I-I-I, sorry, this is weird, I'm weird, it's just- you're pretty and I like you but- sorry," a stream of stuttering and apologies flow out of Luke's mouth but Calum doesn't hear them because he's focusing on the way Luke's lips are moving and makes another hasty decision. Screw it, he thinks and grabs Luke's face, smashing their lips together. He can hear Luke's shocked little intake of breath before Calum feels his lips move against his own and, wow, it's better than anything Calum's ever experienced. Luke's hands settle on Calum's waist and pull him closer until he is practically on Luke's lap. As the two finally pull away, Calum is grinning and Luke smirks.

"Well if I had known this would've happened, I should've dye your hair ages ago," he says, cockily as Calum mutters a 'shut up' and grabs Luke by the front of his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss.

And if there was blonde hair dye on the seat of Calum's pants from where Luke's hands had been, well, they were too busy to notice.
A/N Sorry it's kind of crappy, I wrote this on sleep deprivation so  I didn't know what I was doing at all. *gives out free candy to apologize*