I wanted to try my hand at this, especially because It'd probably be a really cute canon pairing. I know this isn't popular at all. I don't own Degrassi.
"My billet parents are thinking of getting a puppy." It's after practice and Cam is the only one who's spoken since they left the ice rink, breaking the comfortable silence. "They already own a puppy." Luke smirks, pulling off his jersey and pads, leaving his white undershirt on underneath. Cam is visibly confused, his eyebrows knitting together. "What?" Luke's smirk turns into a full on grin, and he stops packing up his things to look at Cam. "You're the puppy." He moves to ruffle the younger boy's hair, much to Cam's annoyance. He groans softly, brushing his soft locks to their original place with his hands. "I'm not a puppy." He tries to sound intimidating, but he can't. "You're my puppy." Luke wraps his arms around Cam's shoulders, because he's taller and his arms can't reach his waist. Cam sighs happily, nuzzling his face into Luke's neck. He smells of expensive cologne and home. Not his temporary home at the Clarksons', or his actual home that he left to play hockey, but something warm and inviting and safe.
"Break it up, lover boys." Owen's voice shatters their moment, and Luke moves away slightly, still keeping a protective arm around his boyfriend. "Luke, your soft spot is showing. Again." Dallas emerges from the showers, fresh clothes on and his jersey in hand. Luke's face heats up, and he rolls is eyes. "Come on, guys. I am not a softie." The way he says it isn't convincing, and Cam can only smile his adorable smile and raise his eyebrows, making his eyes grow bigger, and well, more puppy-like. Dallas and Owen laugh in unison, obviously amused that Luke is whipped. "Whatever." Luke rolls his eyes and slipped his arm off of Cam, making sure to playfully smack his butt, making the younger boy jump. They turn away from each-other and silently finish packing up their things. Cam can't hide his grin, and Luke is still smirking.
It's been five minutes since Cam should've been picked up, and Luke couldn't bear to leave him. "I'll give you a ride home." He says. It's not an offer or a suggestion, he's going to drive him home. There's another silence as they walk to Luke's car, and no one says anything until both of them are buckled in. "Luke?" He's not looking at Cam, but he can feel his big puppy eyes on him. "Mhmm?" Luke starts the car up, obviously distracted. "You are my home." That's enough to snap Luke out of focus, as he presses his lips to Cam's gently. "You're gonna make me cry, puppy."