(Luke's POV)
Holy shit.
Holy.
Shit.
I wake up and he's fucking touching me.
He's fucking laying on me.
I don't even remember falling asleep here.
I swear it's gotta be dinner time, the sky is getting dark and I can see just barely.
But I can hear Michael's heavy breathing.
Holy fuck. I need to get up, I need to wake him up. He needs to get off of me. I sit up and Michael instantly opens his eyes. I must have looked surprised, or scared because as soon as me and him make eye contact, he's freaking the fuck out and apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over and I want to kiss the fuck out of him just to get him to stop but I don't because he's Michael and I'm Luke and that's just fucking wrong, okay? Only men and women lie together. But dammit the way his lips are moving so rapidly I can't help but imagine them on mine. I'm fucking sick. And then I count to four and think about kissing my Grandma. That does the trick and then I can finally calm Michael down without wanting to make out with him right then and there. I'm going to burn in hell. I was afraid he was going to burst into tears, so i wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder and told him it was okay. It wasn't okay, though. This confused me. It felt okay to be so close to Michael but at the same time I knew it was so fucking wrong. He hugged me back and then pulled away after a minute or 2. He smiled and I smiled but inside I was fucking screaming. I wanted to hold him again. But I can't. He's Michael and I'm Luke and this is just how God made us.
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Broken Angel
FanfictionI'm sad I'm sad I'm sad, but when I'm happy, god I'm happy. He knew he was sad, and that he wouldn't be able to take care of anyone, he could barely take care of himself. So he avoided everyone..alone in his small apartment. Stuck with his thoughts...
