SSHIT-SHĪT OK HERE WE GO BÏTCHES (a/n: my smol bean Cally up top)
I'm not gonna put the kinks bc there are too many ......
Bottom!Cal
Top!Luke,Ash,&Mike
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put on a sexy song and get comfy folks;)*
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It was Calum's 20th birthday,
The boys had taken him out to his favorite restaurant, making sure he didn't lift a single finger. Opening the door for him, pulling out his chair, treating him almost like a prince.
The boy couldn't feel anything but happy that he was being pampered by his best friends, but, he couldn't help but get a heavy feeling in his chest; something was off and he promised himself he'd investigate later.
They sat in the far back, in a booth that hid them from cameras outside the Windows and the surrounding customers eyes.
Calum was still confused though, because throughout the whole dinner the boys would say the strangest things, for example;
If he was playing with his food it was,
"Make sure you eat everything, don't want you walking around on an empty stomach," From Ashton.
If he swung his legs in the chair it was a harsh,
"Stop kicking the chair Cal, your a big boy act like it." From Mike.
If he was to whine about something on his plate it was a stern,
"Calum if you don't can-it right now that won't be the only thing your whining about!" From Luke.
In fact, Calum had realized, this had been going on all week. How was he only noticing this now? Calum didn't know, but what he did know, was that he was going to get to the bottom of it.
~skip the rest of dinner bc lazy~
Calum waited till after the dinner, when the boys went back to the house, to interrogate his friends. Suggesting that they put on a new game he got from his sister days before.
Halfway through their game, Calum got antsy. Crossing and un-crossing his legs in front of him. Fiddling with the strings on his hoodie and earning weird looks from his friends before they went back to fighting over the fact that Michael was, once again, winning.
He leaned toward his right, letting the arm of the couch hold his weight while he started at his friends. Contemplating weather he wanted to go through with the question he was about to ask.
"Hey, are you guys sick-I MEAN! No- ahh-a-are you guys okay? O-only cause like, you've been acting kinda strange all night. The past week even." Calum's voice lowered into a whisper, leaning forward and biting onto the inside of his cheek.
"Told you! Took him long enough,"
"Oh fuck off Luke!"
"Both of you hush! It's just cause our baby's good at paying attention," Ashton smirked. Sharing a look with the other boys.
"Your baby? Ash, I'm 20 now and that term hasn't applied for years." The kiwi boy chuckled awkwardly, confused by the sudden outbursts from his mates.
"Are you guys ok?"
"Yes doll, we're fine, nothing's wrong. Just wanted to see how well you pay attention s'all." Michael spoke up, eyes flicking to the tan hand that was then resting on his thigh.
