in comparison {cake one shot}

in comparison

Luke never grew, apparently.

Well, he obviously had to have grown at some point, but that time has long since passed.

He now stands at an impressive 5'2 and 3 quarters, and his doctor says that he should get comfortable with his height, because it's 'not going to be changing anytime soon.'

Luke never let it affect his life. In fact, he was able to look past the jokes and his head being forever used as an armrest. He'd learned to accept it.

And it was actually pretty easy being as short as he was with the help of his friends.

Until Calum came along, at least.

The thing is, as Luke never seemed to grow, Calum never seemed to stop growing.

Calum was a 6'3 and a half endless limbed giant, and when he showed up, Luke knew he was screwed.

Calum ended up liking Luke, said he had a fire to him that he never seemed to find in anyone else, and Luke was hooked from the start.

They eventually became a couple, of course, and once they did, the 13 inches, give-or-take a centimeter, seemed to dissolve and just suddenly not matter all that much.

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"Your hands are literally so tiny. I think I might cry," Calum giggled at the tiny hand connected to a tiny body.

"Yes, Calum, I realize that my hand is almost the same size as your big toe. Makes hand jobs really difficult," Luke retorted and wrapped his hand around Calum's wrist. (Well, there was an attempt.)

"I think that has more to do with the size of my dick, darling. But don't be discouraged. That's what blowjobs are for!" Calum cheered, and a random group of unknowing passerby's cheered with him.

Calum walked (slowly; Luke has the legs of a baby bird) to his locker, where he and Luke were ambushed by (almost) everyone's two favorite asshats.

"Hello, Luke. Looking as cute as ever," Michael squeezed Luke's right cheek, resulting in an abrupt slap to the hand.

"Hey, Mikey," Luke replied anyway, while simultaneously jumping onto Calum's back. A true task, it was.

"Is no one going to say 'hi' to me? Am I going to have to salutate myself?" Calum nuzzled his head back under Luke's chin.

"'Salutate' isn't even a word, dumbass. This is why we don't greet you. Also because you smell," Ashton added in from where his head was shoved in his locker.

"Hey! He's not a dumbass!" Luke defended, earning knowing looks from both Michael and Ashton. "Okay, well, maybe he is. But what do you expect me to say? He's my only source of sex income at the moment."

"I am offended. That was seriously uncalled for," Calum stated with a strong pout. He began shaking his body so Luke would feel his pain, "I thought we were a team, Luke. Teams are supposed to stick together."

"Sorry, mate, but if we really were a team you wouldn't purposely make sure I lose every time we play FIFA," Luke giggled from his perch of Calum's back, "And plus, I'm not on teams with people that smell. It's a rule I have."