He (Muke Fic)

Chapter Five

July 19, 2013

I hope he still thinks of me as me and not as Amelia after this, I don’t think I could take that pain.

Luke hummed to himself as he absentmindedly trailed his fingers up and down Michael’s leg, not even paying attention to whatever movie they were meant to be watching. Michael looked up from where he was sprawled across Luke’s lap on his bed, staring at his blond boyfriend. Luke looked at Michael, smiling.

“Hi.”

“You’re not even watching the movie.”

Luke shrugged, drumming his fingers against Michael’s stomach.

“You’re pretty distracting.”

Michael rolled his eyes, and Luke bent over, kissing him.

“You are, you’re adorable.”

“Cos I’m all soft.”

Luke furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Michael’s words.

“Soft? I think you’re cute regardless of ‘softness’, you’re just adorable.”

Michael crossed his arms, huffing.

“That’s cos you haven’t seen me naked, so you can’t tell how soft I am.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, patting Michael’s stomach.

“Cos I don’t care how soft you are, the only thing that I’d notice if you were naked would be-”

“My boobs and lack of a dick.”

Luke huffed, slightly annoyed that Michael was talking about himself in such a negative tone.

“I already told you, I don’t care about your genitals, and I’ll only ask about them if we’re having sex and I don’t know what’ll make you feel good or what you want me to do. I don’t give a single fuck about what’s under your clothes unless you want me to put my mouth there.”

To Luke’s surprise, Michael began laughing, and sat up to kiss him.

“That sounded like really bad dirty talk.”

Luke smiled, shaking his head.

“You really only have a one track mind. But did it work?”

Michael took a small breath before grinning.

“Well, why don’t you find out?”

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December 17, 2013

Fuck, he’s gonna hate me, he can’t hate me, I don’t know what to do, I’m gonna shoot myself, I can’t do this, this is too much for me fuck

Luke pulled up to Michael’s house, almost running to the door. He was half asleep, but after Michael’s panicked, tear filled 3am phone call to him, begging him to come over, Luke had sped the whole way there. The door immediately opened, and Michael yanked Luke inside, only for Luke to hug him tightly, rubbing his back to try and offer him at least some comfort.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?”

Michael shook his head furiously, tearing himself away from Luke to shut the door, slowly walking towards his bedroom as if he dreaded the next step every time he moved his feet.

“Michael?”

“I need to show you something.”

Luke frowned, slowly following Michael to his room, asking the question he already knew the answer to.

“Is everything okay?”

Michael shut the door, sitting on his bed, holding something white out towards Luke.

“I guess it broke once or had some hole we didn’t know about, I dunno.”

Luke stared down at the plastic stick in his hands, his mouth opening as he looked at the two lines on it.

“This...this is...you’re…”

Michael wiped his face, nodding.

“It’s a test, I’m pregnant.”

Luke dropped it, sitting down and pulling Michael into his lap, hugging him.

“I’m...do you want it?”

Michael flailed his hands in distress, his chest heaving as his eyes watered up again, Luke gently brushing away the tears that spilled down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, calm down. You don’t have to have it.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I can’t, I can’t do it, I found out three days ago, and I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t look at myself, I can barely even fucking breathe, I can’t carry this baby, I’m sorry Luke.”

Luke just held Michael tighter, hushing him as Michael babbled on through his tears.

“It’s okay, you don’t ever have to have a baby, it’s your body, I don’t mind if you don’t want to keep it, I got you into this mess anyway, I’m so sorry. If my opinion means a damn thing at all, I don’t think you should keep it anyway, I don’t want you to deteriorate mentally, I don’t want you to go through that, I just want you to be happy and safe, and if this isn’t gonna do that, then I don’t want you to carry a baby.”

Michael visibly sighed in relief, slumping against Luke.

“Okay, I just...needed to hear that it wouldn’t be selfish.”

Luke shook his head, rubbing Michael’s back.

“Definitely not. We can set up an appointment tomorrow, and I’ll take you, alright?”

Michael nodded, taking the tissue Luke handed him.

“I love you.”

Luke smiled, kissing the top of Michael’s head.

“I love you too. And we can adopt however many babies you want someday so you don’t have to give birth, alright?”

Michael laughed as he wiped his eyes, nodding.

“Okay.”

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Please note that although I am writing Michael as a transboy in this fic, I am in fact a cisgirl, and so if I write something incorrectly or offend you, please tell me, and I will change it as soon as I possibly can, as I have no personal experience with trans* issues apart from knowing a few people, and so any and all advice would be greatly appreciated.