Fandom: The Magisterium

Title: Of Closets and Beds

Author: darkwings-and-mages

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Callum Hunt, Aaron Stewart, Tamara Rajavi(mentioned)

Pairings: Callum Hunt/Aaron Stewart

There are three times when a girl is allowed to be a bitch.

One; when she's almost dying.

Two; when she's been dumped, or cheated on.

Or three: When she's going through their personal Lucifer's waterfall.

Tamara Rajavi was not going through any of the above mentioned problems, and therefore had no right to be this bitchy and lock Callum Hunt and Aaron Stewart in her closet.

Seriously, what closets had locks anyway?

Callum sighed as he sank down to the ground against one of the walls. He spread his legs and wiggled his toes to pass time. His toes were seriously disappointing him with how unsatisfactory they were in curing his boredom. However, they were much better than the other option he had, which was talking to his blond closet-mate prisoner. So the toe wriggling went on.

He heard a soft thump, and knew immediately that his friend had also taken to slumping against the wall. Regardless, he carried on in his quest to wriggle his pinky toe, and only his pinktoe. Twitch - nada- wriggle- nope - an-

"We're mages!"

Call looked over to his friend who sat up straight on the other side of the wide closet. He raised an eyebrow. "Now you noticed? Never before, in our 2 and a half years at the Magisterium have you noticed that you can control the elements? Or even the fact th-"

He was stopped midway through his sarcastic litany, when he saw Aaron jump up and turn toward the doorknob. Oh. Oh.

Call got up too, silently cursing himself for not thinking about the metal doorknob, when he saw Aaron furrow his eyebrows in concentration. Five seconds later - click - he pushed open the door to find Tamara's room empty.

Quickly deciding a plan to kill- okay, maim - fine, talk to Tamara , he made his way to her door, only to be stopped by a frowning blond.

"We need to talk."

Call's stomach clenched. They couldn't talk. If they did, Call was sure that Aaron would find out, find out the reason why he can't look at the jock in his gorgeous green eyes, or stay in the same room with him when he's wearing those see through pajamas, or god forbid look when he's changing into his was bad, very bad, and Callum wouldnt, wouldnt destroy one of the best friendships that he's ever had.

"If you're talking about Tamara, I promise that I have a plan that involves toothpaste, lemons, and a mousetrap that I'm developing right now, and will tell you about shortly." he grinned weakly, and tried to sidestep the taller boy only to find the young mage blocking his way again.

"While I'm sure that your vengeance plan is great, that's not what I was talking about." Aaron gestured pointedly to Tamara's bed. Callum's throat tightened as he made his way towards the bed. He sat down on it warily and peaked at Aaron beneath his fringe.

Dammit, he's going to die of embarrassment.

The brunet was sitting up straight, too straight to be normal, and he noticed Aaron took a mental tally of it. He then tried to slouch, to appear more casual, however, his body hates him, and refuses to do that. God, he hated this.

Aaron, apparently unaware of his mental disarray, sat down on the other side of the bed. After a moment or two of silence;

"You've been avoiding me." A statement, not a question.

Well, Call thought, I can probably bullshit my way out of this one.

"No I hav-"

"Stop. Please, just stop. " The voice was thick and heavy, like it had been dragged down by chains. Call looked over, opening his mouth to recover, only to close it when he saw the raw hurt in his green eyes. God, those eyes should never be that hurt.

"Don't bullshit me."

Call gaped at Aaron; never, has he heard him swear in the entire period he's known him. Not once. Aaron rolled his eyes, and gestured for the brunet to continue.

"Well, you see…" Call racked his brain for a plausible excuse, "I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't hurt you, you know. Cause I'm Constantine. And I'm your enemy. And yeah."

He applauded himself. Nicely done.

"That's not it."

Dammit, why did he have to get friends? They could read him so well.

He looked back at the blond, not realising that he'd looked away, only to find the other mage staring back at him, much, much, closer than before. Call fell back like Aaron had burned him, only to find himself lying on the bed. He was about to roll off, when a well muscled arm pinned him to place. Suddenly, he found himself pinned under 100 pounds of Aaron, with a weight on his lower belly. He gasped loudly; Aaron had sat on him.

"Are you going to tell me now? And please, don't try lying. I'm not an idiot." His voice was strong, unrelenting, a drastic change from the weary voice he had only a few moments ago.

Callum looked at up at him."Will you get up of me?"

"No. Not unless you tell me."

"Yeah, thought not." Callum gave one last squirm before lying still on the bed. The back of his throat was already burning from the onslaught of tears he was sure to come, while his stomach had already made a home for itself at the bottom of Call's feet.

A few tears slipped down his cheek. Aaron noticed them right away, and rubbed them off, his warm calloused hand caressing the side of the brunet's face. He was nice like that, always noticing when something was wrong with Call, noticing when he wasn't okay. It was one of the reasons the mage fell in love with him in the first place.

It was one of the reasons why he was his friend.

And now? Now he was going to ruin that friendship in one single move. He peered at Aaron, and in one move, grabbed the green-eyed boys head and brought it down so it could meet his, forehead to forehead.

And then he pressed his lips against Aarons.

It hurt so, so much, yet felt blessedly good at the same time, with the warm lips against his. Callum poured his every being into that kiss, hoping against hope, that some sort of reaction, any reaction, would occur. That Aaron would push him away, or maybe even pull him closer, and all he could do was move against the blond's lips silently urging him to move, dammit, move.

They didn't move.

Callum memorized the feelings of those lips against his for a moment more, knowing that this was the last chance that he'll ever get to kiss the beautiful mage, and fell back, his face wet and his eyes closed, not wanting to see the rejection on Aaron's face.

It was still for a moment, before he felt the weight get off his belly. Call rolled of the bed before facing the door, not daring even once to look back onto those probably confused green eyes. He wasn't worthy too, not after what he'd done. For fuck's sake, he kissed his straight best friend! Another 1000 points in the Evil Overlord list.

He needed to say something though, so Aaron knew how much Call cared for him, how much he loved him.

"At least I didn't bullshit this time. "

And then he was out the door.

D&M here

I've been having a major writers block, and haven't been writing anything for the past 8 months.

And then I read this series.

So, writing block over. Don't worry, this has a second part to it. Will update in at most 2 weeks.

Please review!