Cliché (MUKE)

I was your favorite toy?

WARNING! THERE IS SMUT!! #Phonesex !!! SMUT SMUT :p (warning enough for you readers?) Questions at the bottom!

“Why? Don’t hang up on me.” I plead to him.

“I-I-I ehm well it’s just that I’ve got a not so little problem right now and I’d like to fix it.” He says to me, gosh I wished he’d just get on with it.

“And you really need to hang up on me for that?” I ask him.

“Oh I ehm I’ve never… I didn’t think that you were, we were ehm.” Luke trails off.

“What if I told you I was touching myself right now?” I ask him, playing with myself a little.

“Ow damn, well Mr. C I’d tell you that you’ve made me so horny I really wished you were here with your lips around me because you feel so much better than my hand.”

“Hmmm Penguin, the thought of you right now is driving me mad.” I tell him.

“Aaaaaah Mr. Clifford, fuck.” Luke moans.

“Faster Penguin, I wanna hear you come.” I tell him, his breathing is getting heavier and so is mine.

“Faster Mr. Clifford, oh faster.” He moans, fuck he’s thinking of me topping, of course he is because he’s the bottom.

“I’d pound you so hard into the bed Penguin, so hard you’d limp for a weak. And then smack your sexy ass, fuck Luke. I want to touch you so bad, feel your body under me.” I tell him.

“Ooh Mr. Clifford, more. Please.” Luke begs me, his voice hoarse and husky as his breathing gets fas and uneven.

“I’d like to fuck you in every room in my house, every surface there is. Up against my bathroom wall in the shower, with the hot water running over our bodies. Have you ride me on the couch while I run my hands up your legs, those legs that never seem to end.” I tell him.

“M-m-ore Mr. Clifford, I’m gonna come.” Luke begs me.

“Shit Penguin me too. Fuck, I’d like to have you come inside me, lick up your juices and lick you clean.” I tell him, quickening my pace because fuck I was picturing him coming undone and it was so fucking hot. Luke was moaning and it was so hot to hear him, he sounds so sexy when he begs for more, so so sexy.

“Mr. C-c-clifford.” Luke whimpers loudly, the sound of him moaning my names as he comes makes me shudder lightly before coming myself.

“Aaaah fuck Luke!” I moan, I felt the warm liquid on my stomach and I grimaced but it was ok because Luke and I just had phone sex.

“Wow.” Luke mutters softly, there’s movement and then there’s a door opening. I raise an eyebrow as I head to my bathroom and clean myself up. As I hear water running I knew Luke was doing the same.

“I’m so happy I have my own bathroom.” Luke mutters.

“Ha, well I’m happy I have my own place.” I tell him, he groans.

“Way to ruin my good mood, I wish I lived by myself but if I get this job I can get my own apartment!” Luke says happily, his breathing evening out again.

“Sorry Penguin.” I tell him, there’s another thud and I knew he was back in bed.

“Hmm too bad we can’t cuddle.” Luke mutters, he’s so cute.

“You’re so cute Penguin, we can talk until one of us falls asleep.” I tell him.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me, if you’d have said you had to go and hung up then I would have felt used.” Luke admits to me.

“Aw Penguin, I’d not use you.” I tell him.

“I’m sleepy Michael.” Luke whispers to me.

“Then curl up and pretend I’m there spooning you. Cuddled up close, my warm breath on your neck.” I tell him, he humms happily.

“What if I’m the big spoon?” Luke asks.

“Penguin no, I’m the big spoon, I don’t care how tall you are and how long those nice legs of yours are, you’re my little spoon.” I tell him. He breathes in deeply and then he was silent.

“Are you ok?” I ask in a whisper, not sure if he’d randomly fallen asleep.

“Y-yeah.” He whispers back, obviously the stutter not making me believe him.

“Luke you’re stuttering, what happened?” I ask him.

“N-Nothing really.” He whispers back.

“Luke, Penguin please, now I’m worried.” I tell him.

“It’s nothing, really it’s just me being emotional.” He replies.

“What are you emotional about, come on tell me.” I push on, I curl up in bed, cuddled against one of my pillows.

“You’ll laugh at me Michael, come on you know how I get don’t make me tell you.” Luke begs me.

“Fine then I’m hanging up on you.” I tell him.

“NO! NO! Please don’t, but please don’t make me say it. Are you going to be like this everytime I don’t want to tell you something? It makes me feel like a child that gets his favorite toy taken away from him.” Luke complains, I immediately feel bad about it so I give up. Wait did he just call me his favorite toy?

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” I tell him.

“It’s ok, just don’t do it again.” Luke mutters.

“Fine and did you just imply I was your favorite toy?” I ask him, he giggles.

“Not you, your dick.” He whispers, I grunt because damn boy why’d he have to go say that?

“Hmm you don’t play with it very often for it to be your favorite.” I tell him.

“Just wait till we’re alone and I’ll show you just how much I love it.” Luke whispers, I can tell he’s smirking but I can’t get hard all over again, not now.

“Shut up Luke, you want me to sing you to sleep?” I ask him shyly, I’ve never let anybody hear me sing before. I sing in my office, but only because it’s soundproof.

“I’d love that.” Luke whispers.

“Then lie down, put me on speaker and I’ll sing you to sleep.” I tell him, there’s some fumbling around and a button got pressed.

“Ok I’m ready.” Luke whispers, I start singing He’s so fine by the Chiffons, mixing the lyrics up a bit to fix my own version. I heard Luke giggle a little but then it stops and as I end my song I hear little snores coming from him. I chuckle and hang up, texting him that I’d see him in the morning. Maybe I should forget about Blond Quiff because Luke sure does have a hold on my heart.

I turn around and for the first time since meeting Blond Quiff, I’ve not dreamt of him. I dreamt of Luke, cute, innocent, shy, adorable Luke.

AN/What do you think about shy Luke actually agreeing with this? About him being shy at first, nto knowing it was actually going to happen? What do you think about him wanting to cuddle and Michael singing him to sleep? What about Michael wanting to forget about Blond Quiff because he obviously likes Luke and what about him dreaming of Luke instead of BQ??