MUKE short stories

want you back ✦ 10

10 - i want you✦

I want you for myself. I want you, and nothing else.
I know I'm acting confused. I got nothing to lose.
I want you, and if I can't have you.
Then no one will.

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warning: past domestic abuse is mentioned

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Michael was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room.

He always sat in that chair when something was bothering him.

But not in the dark, not at three in the morning, and not with a glass of bourbon in his hand.

It was quiet and he was tired. However, he was even more tired of not knowing what to do.

Finally, Michael heard the door open and Luke come down the stairs. He turned the kitchen light on and poured himself a glass of water.

"Hi."

"Fuck," Luke jumped and almost dropped the glass. "Fuck, Michael. What the hell are you doing? You scared the living shit out of me."

Michael took a sip of his drink. "Why are you up?"

"I was thirsty."

He rolled his eyes. "You've been thirsty in the middle of the night lately."

Luke frowned. "Didn't know you pay that much attention to what I'm doing. I thought you said I can do whatever I want if I live here."

"By that, I meant that you can work wherever you want to work, that you can bring people over if you want to, even leave spoiled food in the fridge," Michael smiled. "What I didn't mean is not asking for help when something is bothering you."

"Nothing is-"

"Luke," Michael looked at him. "Please."

Luke just stared at him.

"You've been waking up in the middle of the night for weeks. You've been acting weird. Constantly checking my schedule and when I'll be home, the doorman told me you were asking about the cameras in the building."

The look on Luke's face was unreadable.

"Please, Luke. Talk to me. Let me help."

The younger man walked over and sat in the chair next to his.

"I never said anything because I don't want to bother you with my shit."

"Well, I'm asking you to bother me with your shit. I'm your friend Luke, I want to help."

Luke nodded and reached over for Michael's glass. Michael handed it over and after Luke drank the last few sips of the alcohol, he looked at him.

"I told you already that I had one boyfriend back in London. And it was good before it got bad."

Michael frowned. "You mean your teacher?"