Luke was sat on Calum's bed, waiting for the boy to get out of the shower.

He smiled tenderly with his phone in hand, reading the new message from Ashton.

From / Ashton
Stop it.

From / Luke
Make me.

His smile turned into a small smirk as he waited for the older boy's response.

From / Ashton
Oh, trust me, you don't want me to make you.

The blonde's stomach flipped as his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He softly bit his bottom lip.

From / Luke
Oh, but I do.

"Who you talkin' to?" Calum asked as he walked into the room, drying his hair slightly with a towel.

Luke sighed, "Do you even need to ask?" His cheeks tinted a rose-like colour as Calum dropped the towel around his waist.

The Kiwi pulled on a pair of briefs and some sweatpants before sitting on his bed, back against the headboard.

He bent his toes, cracking two or three of them before unlocking his own phone.

Luke situated himself next to his best friend as he suddenly got another message.

From / Ashton
Where are you?

He bit the tip of his tongue, holding in a chuckle. Anything that Ashton said to him made him extremely giddy.

To / Ashton
A place.

Calum was telling Luke a story but the blonde only half listened as his eyes were fixated on his screen.

The blue eyed boy thought he might have went a bit too far. He wasn't sure, though.

From / Ashton
Don't do this to meee.

"And it was like the first time I ever looked into his eyes, I swear. I- are you listening to me?"

Eyes wide, Luke looked up at his best friend and nodded with a smile. And with that, Calum simply continued.

To / Ashton
Why don't you come find me.

Calum stopped talking once again, this time with a content smile on his lips as he watched his best friend read a message.

From / Ashton
Fine. Maybe I will.

Euphoria rose in Luke's stomach as he bit his tongue slightly.

From / Ashton
:)

Calum decided that he'll do the same as the blonde, seeing as he's never actually had a proper conversation with Mr Clifford through texting.

With his fingers hovering over his phone, he debated if he really should or not. Checking the time, 11:23, he concluded that it wasn't too late.

To / Mr Clifford
Hey.

The Kiwi mentally face palmed. Hey? Is that really how he wanted to start the conversation?

Breathing out a frustrated sigh, his screen lit up with a notification.

From / Mr Clifford
Hey baby.

Calum froze a little. Calum always freezes a little when Michael calls him that.

From / Mr Clifford
Did you want to ask something?

To / Mr Clifford
No. I don't know. I just wanted to talk.

Beginning to feel nervous, he felt like Michael was laughing at him. Michael was a grown man, who probably only texts when it's work-related.

From / Mr Clifford
Sounds good. Are you progressing well with your English pile?

To / Mr Clifford
Why do you always want to talk about school? :(

From / Mr Clifford
I am your teacher, Calum

   The younger boy shook his head, he hated when Michael felt the need to remind him that. He knew that.

   Calum decided to lock his phone. He was a bit cross, if he was being honest with himself. Did Michael think of them as nothing? Just a student and teacher fling?

   He surely didn't hope so. A knock sounded at the front door to which Luke nearly fell face-first into the floor trying to get off the bed as quick as possible.

   You couldn't find anyone clumsier than him even if you tried.

   Calum assumed that it was Ashton and his assumptions were shown correct as the older boy walked in with a grin.

   "Hey, Cal."

   "Hey, Ash."

   Luke huffed, "Get a room," as a joke before hugging the curly haired boy from behind, nuzzling his cheek against his muscular back. He took in the scent of his shirt before pulling away.

   Calum envied it so, so much. He didn't show any distaste about seeing them acting all cute, though.

   His phone lit up with another notification.

From / Mr Clifford
I'm sorry.

To / Mr Clifford
For what?

   Calum knew damn well why he was sorry, he just wanted him to elaborate on his apology. Michael was never good at giving apologies. He never wanted to admit that he was wrong.

   Calum was like that as well though.

From / Mr Clifford
For not making the effort to see you a lot.

   Well that took an unexpected turn. Did he really not make effort to see Calum? The pit in Calum's stomach deepened. He hadn't even realised.

   Was Michael not in the mood to see him? Was Calum just some kid?

   Calum huffed, hastily typing out a reply.

To / Mr Clifford
And why is that?

   "You alright? You look like you've just witnessed someone burning your house down," Ashton chuckled, quickly giving a pat to Calum's knee.

   The younger boy adverted his attention to Ashton, Luke in between his legs and his back against Ashton's chest.

   He almost wanted to huff again. Why was Michael not here? (He knew Michael wasn't allowed in his house, but still.) Why did he not want to spend time with him?

   "I'm okay," he shrugged it off, looking back at his phone.

To / Mr Clifford
Do you not want to be around me?

   The answer to the question was obvious, well Calum thought so. It's been some time since they've been alone together.

From / Mr Clifford
No no, it's not like that.

From / Mr Clifford
I want to be around you all the time.

To / Mr Clifford
It doesn't feel like it.

   The younger boy gulped, locking his phone and wanting to sleep then and there. He knew he was probably overreacting but he couldn't help it.

   He liked Michael a lot.

   Before he could rest his head on his pillow, his phone rang loudly. Michael was calling him. He sighed and left the bedroom to sit in the hallway on the floor.

   He answered the phone but didn't say anything. There was a small silence. You could hear a pin drop in it.

   "Babe."

   Calum scrambled enough courage to at least say something to the poor man. 'I ain't your babe,' he almost wanted to mutter but it was uncalled for.

   He settled for a quiet and questioning hum.

   "Hm?"

   A soft and gentle, sweet and honey-like hum. Michael's tense shoulders most likely relaxed at that, Calum thought.

   "I want to see you as much as I can," Michael jumped straight into his explanation that Calum felt he very much deserved.

   "It's unsafe for the both of us, do you understand that?"

   Calum hummed once again.

   "I don't want to be the cause of anything dangerous. You know I'm a very selfless person but if word gets out to the authorities, I lose my job and I go to jail."

   It was Calum's turn to speak up. "So we're just not going to see each other anymore?"

    "I'm sorry, I-"

   "You don't sound sorry, Mr Clifford."

   There was another silence. Calum regretted sounding as snarky as he did and he wanted to take it back so badly.

   "Listen to me."

    Calum didn't dare to even hum this time.

   "I could either have your full cooperation or nothing. We need to be more careful, see less of each other."

   'We're already barely seeing each other' Calum thought to himself as Michael rambled on about not wanting to lose him.

   "Okay," Calum interrupted quietly.
   "Okay?" Michael questioned.

   The younger boy shut his eyes and leaned his head back to rest against the wall. He held in a sigh.

   "So when will we see each other?" He couldn't help but ask, bitting his bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

   "I could tutor you at my place a few times a week."

   Calum's eyebrows dipped. "Tutoring?"

   Michael's soft voice answered, "Yeah."

   On the other side of the phone, the older man was smiling, hoping that he got the message. He scratched his leg with his free hand, waiting for Calum to reply.

   "Okay, I guess," was Calum's reply, showing that he, in fact, did not get the message.

    It was even more obvious when he showed up to Michael's house on a Tuesday afternoon with his English pile.

   "Calum," Michael smiled as he opened the front door, adverting his eyes to the bag in his hand. "How are you?"

   "Fine."

   Gently, Michael placed his hand on Calum's shoulder, gesturing for him to enter his home.
It looked the same, Calum noticed. Smelled the same, as well.

   It's been a while since the younger boy stepped foot into this house, and waves of nostalgia hit him.

   "Are we going to get started?" Calum asked, any sign of excitement stripped from his expression and voice.

   Michael smiled at him, stepping forward to tower over him slightly. A small smile formed onto Calum's lips as well.

   The bag was ripped out of his hand and dropped softly onto the floor as Michael rested his hand on the small of the younger boy's back.

   They stared intensely at each other, speaking with their eyes. Michael leaned in slowly, causing Calum to gently close his eyes.

   "Of course we are," he spoke against Calum's lips, closing the gap. The feelings started all over again.

   Excitement rushed through the younger boy once again, he was like putty in Michael's hands. As Michael began to gently move his lips against his, his knees began to slightly buckle.

   Michael reached down, breaking the kiss momentarily to lift Calum's legs. They looked at each other once more before Calum tightened his legs around Michael's waist.

   "You're so pretty," Michael kissed him once again, stepping towards the closest wall with his hands on Calum's waist.

   "So glad you're mine," he mumbled, moving to Calum's neck as he pressed the younger boy against the wall.

   There wasn't anything more that Calum wanted to hear than to hear Michael say that. He wanted Michael to say that to him every single day.

   He shuddered as he felt a tongue glide along the sensitive skin on his neck, goosebumps forming on his arms. Michael pulled back momentarily to lift and take off the hoodie that Calum was wearing.

   He left the muscle tank on though as he continued to explore every inch on Calum that he could with his mouth.

   "Sir," he whispered, already losing his breath.

   Michael made a throaty noise as he gripped Calum's waist tighter and pressing him even harder into the wall. He unattached his lips from Calum's neck after leaving an impressing mark.

   "You call me that on purpose," Michael breathed out, circling his thumbs on Calum's hipbones.

   The younger boy shrugged with a sly smile, ever so slightly digging his heels into Michael's back.

   "You enjoy it," he coaxed, Michael wrapped around every word that comes out of his mouth.

   Michael is hypnotised at times like these. His pupils dilated, his lips red and glossy as he took in everything in front of him. He panted, waiting, hoping for the younger boy to say something else he can hold on to.

   "Tutoring over so fast?" Calum teased, curling some of Michael's red hairs around his finger, while his other hand rested on his shoulder.

   All that Michael could do was shake his head as he ran his hands up and down Calum's sides. "What do you want me to do?" He finally asked, breathless.

   'I want you to take me against this wall' Calum thought. But he didn't want to seem demanding of the poor guy.

   Instead Calum sweetly told him, "Do to me whatever you want to."

   And that leaded up to Michael doing exactly what Calum wanted him to do in the first place.

   This carried on for a few weeks, until Michael had to prep for the new semester at school. He was a dedicated teacher, after all.
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