"Welcome back," Luke greeted, getting up from his large empty desk as Calum walked in.

"Here's a coffee," the other boy said, handing the blond one of the coffees along with a few packets of sugar because he wasn't sure what Luke took in his coffee. He had arrived a few minutes earlier than planned so he stopped by a coffee shop before heading to the EA Sports headquarters.

"Thanks," the blond replied, taking the coffee with a large smile. Luke guided Calum down to Michael's workspace like the day before but he left more quickly, obviously excited for them to finish because Michael always let Luke test out the games before they came out.

"Good morning beautiful," Calum greeted, smiling happily when Michael groaned.

"You're late." The other boy responds, spinning around in his chair to look at the footie player.

"Actually, I'm early. And your hair is not the same colour as it was yesterday..." He mumbled, placing a coffee on Michael's desk as he raised an eyebrow at Michael's now bright purple hair.

"Yeah," Michael mumbled, running a hand through his hair and giving it a certain messiness that Cal liked a lot. "It's been a while, thought I might bring back the colour."

"How long has it been?" The other boy asked, genuinely curious about Michael's hair. He's never seen anything like it, in terms of both style and colour. But thinking about it now, Calum decided any colour would look amazing on Michael.

"Two years, maybe? I stopped a little after graduation." Michael replied, scratching his neck as he thought about it.

Graduation. It was a somewhat foreign thing to Calum, he'd only graduated elementary school and had dropped out of high school to pursue his dream. It had worked out for him surprisingly, although he always thought about maybe finishing his education.

"For today," Michael said as he scrambled through the loose paper scattered across his desk, getting back to the reason why Calum is here. "I was reviewing your highlights and I'm, uh, going to need you to take off your shirt..."

Michael was awkward about it to say the least, he wouldn't bother looking up to see if Calum was even paying attention. But if we were being honest, anything with shirts off had Cal's immediate attention.

Raising an eyebrow, Calum hesitantly gripped the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't want Michael to freak out like he did yesterday.

"You have a habit of running around the field with your shirt off if you score the winning goal," Michael admitted, rolling his eyes at the boy's expression.

"I'll be taking measurements of your body for an accurate representation of you for the game. And because you do take off your shirt more than necessary, I'll be adding in the little dance you do when you score the winning goal too. I've been instructed by EA Sports representatives to do so," Michael explained further, retrieving a piece of yarn and a measuring tape.

Calum grinned, taking off his shirt without any further concerns. Michael bit his tongue and tried not to flush a terrible shade of reddish-pink as he began to measure Calum's naked torso.

Try as he might, Michael was having difficulty not touching the other boy's skin. Usually he had no problem making skin to skin contact with other people while he was measuring them but with Calum, he was highly aware of the tanned boy's breathing, heart rate, warmth.

Calum was making Michael shaky without even realizing, he hummed some random tune as he watched Michael's head bob as he moved around to take measurements before writing them down on a scrap piece of paper as he went.

"Footie players can go for ninety minutes and know eleven different positions, just letting you know." Calum said, winking down at Michael who happened to be measuring the other boy's waist at the time.

"For fuck's sake." Michael groaned, hitting his head against Calum's stomach a few times because how did he not see that coming? he quickly became aware of his actions when Calum shifted awkwardly.