Michael nervously knocked on Luke's door with a bag clasped in his hands and shaking fingers, smiling widely and humming under his breath. The red head nervously played the piano against the doorframe which was like a foreboading barricade, blocking off the shorter from whatever Luke had concocted, whatever he had planned. With every second that Luke failed to flood the porch with light, with every second Luke failed to fill the doorway with his height that intimidated and excited Michael, with every second someone wasn't noticing the short urgent knocks that pattered at the door, Michael panicked more. And more.
It was the gust of cold air that coaxed and yanked a heavy gasp from the red head, the gust of cold air that followed in a crowd, in the seconds after someone passed you on a street. It was a gust of cold air that was thick with cologne and Luke and safety. Michael whirled around with a shrill noise that was full of happy surprise and found himself slightly less than eye to eye with an ecstatic little grin and the ocean eyes Michael hungered for.
Luke stood behind Michael, unsteady on his feet and panting slightly, letting out little puffs of dragon smoke laced with the distinguishable scent of wintergreen gum. Michael sighed heavily, a sigh that one saved for fragile situations like a first kiss or the moment after a couple is pronounced 'forever betrothed'. The kind of sigh the two saved for each other specifically for in their eyes, every moment they breathed the same air was a moment making sense of life. Luke grabbed his boyfriend's chin and inhaled the tell tale hues of Michael; Lynx body spray (the unobnoxious, obscure can at the back of the shelf) and the slight smell of a pizzaria fresh in business. Someone leaned in and the other followed, their hands shifting into autopilot and fitting on hip, waist, back, neck, chin, ear, mouth, exhale. Inhale.
"Did you jump out of a window?" Michael finally breathed, an undertone of repressed moans rattling his voice and curdling giggles in Luke's throat. "Maybe." the blond replied, smirking and tightening Michael's pants in the process. His tongue darted out to flick his lip ring and the red head's knees buckled a little.
"C-can we, um, go upstairs before my, uh, night is o-over?" Michael hesitantly broke the silence only corrupted by the industrial hum of crickets and spontaneous chirps of birds muffled by the quiet of night. Luke extended a hand in reply, and laced his endless fingers with Michaels, pulling him round the back of the house and causing Michael to gasp for the 4th time that night.
The backyard was decked out in fairylights, entwined intricately into the branches of trees that hung like a chapel ceiling over the yard. Soft music hummed through the pockets of wind that wavered throughout the bushes.
"Oh my God, you didn't." Michael whispered, his voice thick with childish delight as he observed the projector propped up in a pile of pillows, aside an equally as large pile of Disney films and a basket or two of junk food snacks. He turned to look at Luke with the eyes of a 7 year old and queried how he had been able to set all this up.
Luke smiled blissfully and took Michael's hand, pulling him over to a large pile of blankets deposited in a paddling pool, cushioned by comforters and duvets. He grabbed Michael's legs earning a delighted scream and carried him fireman-style, laying him gently in the "pool" and kissing his forehead as he lay him down. Michael looked at Luke with such overwhelming adoration that the blond looked away. Luke had never before felt so loved. His aunt was lovely, and she tried so hard to make her nephew happy, but Michael was a different story. The look in the older boy's eyes held so much reverance, such total and utter safety that he felt like no one else in the world mattered, nothing else mattered, because of this boy.
This fucking boy.
Scrambling to his feet, Luke crossed the fairy-light-luminated garden and turned off the music, sliding in a DVD. Michael cooed in awe as the film flickered to life, animating the back of the house and earning a definite squeal the redhead. Luke replayed his aunt's assurance to stay out of the house for the weekend, and smiled confidently to himself before picking up a cassette tape and crossing over back to the "pool" where Michael lay swaddled head to toe in a tortilla of total comfort. Green eyes followed him to his seat beside Michael and he tucked himself in before tossing his boyfriend a pack of gummy worms. He tentitavely lay the cassette tape in the other boy's lap before sheepishly hooding himself in the blankets, blushing furiously and watching Michael's reaction.
First, the older boy popped open the case, and a small green Post-It note fell out. Michael grinned and bit his lip excitedly when Luke mentioned the significance of the green Post-It (green being Michael's favourite colour). He unfolded it and read the contents of the note aloud.
I Miss You- Blink 182
Sweeter- Relient K
The Only Exception- Paramore
Lost Boy- (I'm not sure who this is by, sorry Michael :( sounds good thought!!!!)
No. 1 Party Anthem- Arctic Monkeys
A Daydream Away- All Time Low
18- One Direction
What A Catch, Donnie- Fall Out Boy
Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood
Tenerife Sea- Ed Sheeran
Michael finished the list and looked up to meet the ocean's inquisitive gaze. Luke held his bated breath, moistening his lips with his tongue.
"Fucking shit, Hemmings, you are an asshole."
Luke frowned, a crease forming the Grand Canyon in between his neat eyebrows. Michael leaned forward, caressing the slit of skin exposed by the creased shirt hanging off Luke. He leaned in, peppering Luke's neck with puffs of tentative breaths and pushing his lips to the soft, pale skin of the blond's neck. Luke surpressed a moan and released a ragged sigh.
"B-babe why don't you like it?"
Michael chuckled and shuffled closer to Luke, sewing his lips to the other's jawline.
"Like it?" Michael muttered, his hand moving towards the buckle of Luke's pants. "Like it. You made me a mixtape, L."
Michael popped open Luke's jeans, gazing with child-like intent at Luke's fluttering eyelids, sucking up the heavy breaths leaving the blond's nose.
"You made my present look like shit. I love you so fucking much, Luke."
And with Michael's final hand movement, Luke let out a noise that made him glad his aunt wasn't there to hear him.
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FanficLuke Hemmings, bruised and emotionally shaken. Michael Clifford, green-haired and cocky. Luke has to reinvent himself somehow- it's the only way to forget. And Michael is the best personality fixer there ever was, at least according to Luke.
