Michael sat in his office chair, idly drumming his fingers against the desk at he looked at the email on screen. He had submitted his characters for the FIFA game designers to do what they wanted with them. The fact that he'd spent an extra day perfecting Calum's was kind of odd to him, it wasn't like he had major editing to do, he just couldn't seem to get the hair right or the lips... He sighed, Calum had some really nice lips.

Michael spun around in his chair, decidedly avoiding his new assignment that the email provided, he really needed something else to do right now. He fed Luke some lie on his way out and picked up some beer at the corner store down the street from his apartment. He chose a cheap brand that didn't do much in turns of getting him drunk but the taste was still extremely bitter.

Michael took off his pants, not having a good reason to keep them on when he was alone and in the comfort of his own home, he then flopped down on the couch and raised his legs to rest up top of the coffee table in front of him. Michael didn't bother surveying his appearance because he wasn't expecting company, his mixed matched socks came up mid thigh  and his boxers had little robots decorating them and he was still wearing one of his nicer t-shirts that didn't quite match the rest of his ensemble, he didn't care. His brain settled on watching sports on his rather small tv. Football was on, Michael didn't find much interest unless he was a major fan of the team but he couldn't focus long enough on the screen to figure out how much he'd actually enjoy the game.

He took a sip of his beer and watched the ball get kicked into the goal, the score happened to be three to four, Michael couldn't be bothered to find out how much time was left in the game though, he'd watch whatever came on next without complaint.

He wasn't really paying attention to what was on screen, his eyes refused to focus so he watched the pixelated colours dance around the screen, he didn't know the score anymore. Michael was practically falling asleep, not from lack of excitement towards the game but he just felt really tired.

And then he felt really awake all of a sudden, he didn't know why at first but he found his eyes transfixed on the television. He realized for the first time since turning on the tv that he ended up watching a game featuring Liverpool. Calum was on screen, Michael didn't catch what the sports announcer was saying, but Michael assumed Calum had scored. The boy was in his home kit and absolutely drenched in sweat, a close up shot revealed that Calum was also panting heavily. One of his teammates jogged over and threw a water bottle at him, Calum wasted no time in pouring the water over his slightly red face, with watering still dripping down his chin he smiled at his teammate and said a few words that the camera didn't have to pick up. Then the angle was back to the game, Calum was gone from the shot as the game picked up and it felt like Michael had been staring at the water droplets running down Calum's neck for far too long and not long enough at the same time, the shot of Calum was way too short, it had to be maybe four seconds. Michael felt like the temperature of the room had raised by at least six degrees, and fuck, he needed to change the channel--wait, why was the camera focused enough to catch the sweat glistening on Calum's dark skin and the water droplets running across it? God, that should be illegal, sports fans aren't watching for hot scenes like those.

And God, did Michael miss Calum.