Luke slowly creeps down the spiral staircase, eyeing every corner, and opening every door on his way towards the kitchen. he holds his nerf gun tightly in his hands, ready to aim and shoot.
he knows there's one room downstairs he hasn't checked, Michael's man cave, Luke is sure he is in there. he approaches the door, seeing it's slightly cracked open, a smile appears on his face as his heart beat paces up. he gently grips the door handle, quietly opening it, and walking in.
the first thing he sees is Michael sitting with his legs crossed in a little chair, gun ready, his hood over his head. Luke smiled at how ridiculous he looked, but it was cute. Luke cocked his gun, pointing it at Michael.
"I've been waiting for you," Michael says seriously.
Luke holds in a laugh, "how did you get from the guest room, to this room so fast?"
"I have my ways," Michael smirked.
Luke nodded and stepped closer towards Michael, his gun aimed at his chest. Michael aimed his at Luke's forehead, and shot.
"hey!" Luke yelled with a frown.
Michael laughed, trying to run pass Luke quickly, but Luke grabbed him by his little love handles and turned him around. he smiled and shook his head at Michael, kissing his forehead, before his lips. Michael went along with it for a second before shooting Luke in the stomach.
"oops," Michael chuckled running away.
Luke sighed and smiled once again, hearing Michael's footsteps upstairs. he began to walks upstairs quietly, he was gonna shoot Michael this time, no hesitating. he actually was nervous about shooting Michael, he didn't wanna hurt him.
"Mikey, Michael? come out come out wherever you are," Luke yelled into the hallway.
Luke heard a giggle slightly behind him, in their bedroom. Luke walked inside seeing their bed piled high with pillows and blankets. Michael was surely under there.
Luke hummed, "I wonder where he is."
Luke set his gun down on Michael's night stand and jumped onto the bed, crushing Michael. he yelled truth, trying to push Luke off of him, but no use.
"lukey," Michael wined under the covers. "I can't breath."
Luke sat up, setting his back against the headboard, watching Michael crawl out from under all the pillows and blankets. he started to cry, but Luke knew they were fake tears. he's been around the boy enough to know when he's faking, and when he's not.
"stop faking and kiss me," Luke told Michael, pulling him onto his chest, their noses touching.
"you're no fun," Michael frowned.
"why? I don't wanna hurt you," Luke responded.
"it doesn't hurt Luke. I've shot you like a hundred times. and how many times have you shot me? once! and that was on accident cause your sucky gun was stuck," Michael said.
"oh really?" Luke sassed.
Michael nodded.
Luke raised and eyebrow at Michael before kissing him roughly, slowly grabbing his gun beside him, but before he could shoot Michael, he shot up and ran out of the room. Luke groaned, this boy is too good. Luke yet again walked downstairs, seeing Michael drinking some water in the kitchen.
"how'd you know I was gonna shoot you?" Luke asked Michael, also grabbing him some water.
"you always set your right hand on my cheek when you kiss me, always. and besides, the oh really kind of gave it away," Michael shrugged.
