gbf // muke

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Luke's POV.

Saturday morning, I woke up at 8 a.m. and saw Michael laying beside me. I smiled, and crawled out of his arms. I stood up off of his bed, and looked out of the window. None of the cars were here, and nobody was home.

I walked to his bathroom, and picked up the spare toothbrush I always use. I quickly brushed my teeth, and walked out of the bathroom. Once I opened his bed room door, I felt a breeze on my bare legs. I looked down and saw his green day shirt fell just below my bum.

I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. I got two toaster waffles from the freezer, and popped them in the toaster. I saw Michael walk into the kitchen as I waited. I smiled when I saw him rubbing his eyes, and stretching, showing off his toned, bare chest. He walked over to me, and his arms wrapped around my waist. He snuggled his head into my neck, and let out a tired hum.

"Good morning baby." I whispered, and ran my hand over his hand. "Good morning." He mumbled, placing a few kisses on my neck. Once my waffles came out, I stacked them on top of each other, and ate them like a sandwich. He laughed quietly, and looked up. "You just eat them plain?" He asked, and i nodded, smiling. he nuzzled his head back into my neck, and we just stood there until I was done.

"Hey. Guess what?" He mumbled into the crook of my neck.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"I love you." He whispered, placing more tiny kisses to my neck.

"I love you too." I whispered, turning around in his arms. He looked up, and pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me so softly, and it left me begging for more after he pulled away. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip before kissing him once again, and softly biting on his bottom lip. I felt his hands slowly creeping down my back, and once they rested right above my bum, I pulled back. "Is this okay?" He asked to his hands that moved down even more. I smiled, and nodded.

He kissed me harder this time, lightly squeezing my bum. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I felt him lift me. He sat me on the counter, but continued kissing me. He moved down until I felt his lips grazing softly under my chin. I squeezed his shoulder, and let out a little whimper before completely melting into his touch. "You like that?" He giggled, and I let out a little 'mhm' sound.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and arched my back, pressing myself onto him. He pulled back, and I smiled down at him, pressing my forehead to his.

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Michael's POV.

I ran my hands over Luke's hip bones as I looked back up at the beautiful boy. He was smiling at me and gently ran thumbs over my cheeks. I laughed as I felt him wrap his legs around my waist, and pull me closer. "What're we doing today?" He asked. "What makes you think I wanna make plans with you?" I scoffed, and he gasped. I laughed, and he bit his lip.

"Because maybe if you show me a good time, I could also show you one." He whispered, biting my ear lobe softly. "Luke? Are you sure you're even ready for that?" I asked, and he nodded, rubbing my back soothingly. "I think I am. I love you, so much Michael."

"My dad owns a field that he uses like twice every year. It's kinda in the middle of nowhere, and there's a wooded area back there. It's pretty nice out, so if you want, we can go out there? We can get a tent and stay up there a while." I suggested, and he nodded quickly. I hugged his waist, and pulled him down off of the counter. He put his feet on the ground, and grabbed my hand. He led me upstairs, and into his bedroom. "How long are we staying?" He asked. "We could spend the night." I said, and he nodded.

He threw me a backpack, and we put a few extra pairs of clothes in there. we searched through closets until we finally found a tent. We also got pillows and blankets, and put them in the back of the car. Once we had everything, we got in the car and left.

I kept my hand on Luke's knee the whole ride as I listened to him sing quietly along to the radio. When we got there, it was already dark. I parked in a grassy area, and we sat our tent up beside the car. It took a while to figure out, but we finally managed.

Then I watched as Luke sat up all the pillows and blankets to make everything cozy. Once he was done, we put the rest of the stuff in the tent. We could hear the music from the car though and I smirked to myself knowing that I had made a playlist called 'Make-Out Songs.'

Once the tent was all zipped up, we kicked off our shoes. When I looked back, Luke was laying down with no pants on, but my 'Idiot' shirt covering him. My eyes widened, but it hovered over him. "You look so beautiful." I whispered, and pecked the little area below his ear. I continued down his neck, and he let me lay between his legs. My hands roamed up his shirt, and ran up and down on his chest as I worked on his neck. I pushed his shirt up a little more, and placed a kiss on his chest, slowly making my way down. i heard his breathing accelerate a little bit, but I thought it was just from excitement, so I ignored it.

I started to palm him through his boxers, and I heard him gasp. "Michael..." I heard a whimper from Luke. But it wasn't one out of pleasure, it was almost like he was crying. I looked up, and his blue eyes were glazed over with tears. They began to roll from his eyes, so I sat up quickly. "Hey- what's wrong?" I asked, and pulled him onto my lap. "I'm not as ready as I thought it was. I'm so sorry." He whispered, and laid his head down on my shoulders. I hugged him tightly, and rested my head on him. "Luke. It's perfectly okay. I thought it was a little brave of you to tell me that you're ready, after everything that has happened." I said, and rubbed his back.

"You're not mad?" He asked quietly. "Of course not." I whispered.

He rested his forehead down on my shoulder again, and I let him cry it out. "I'm so so sorry." He whispered again, and grabbed onto my shirt. "Don't say you're sorry." He whispered. "I feel like I let you d-down or something." He mumbled, and I felt his nose press to my neck. I hugged him tighter, and rubbed his back. "I'm so stupid. I should've just kept going." He cried. "Luke stop it. You did not let me down. If you're not ready, than I don't want to either, okay? Don't call yourself stupid, and don't blame yourself." I whispered, and he shook his head. I slipped one of my hands under his shirt, and placed it on his hip. "You're alright." I continued. He took his hand and grabbed the one that was under his shirt, and moved it back to the outside of his shirt. I tilted my head, confused. "Why'd you do that?" I asked, and he shrugged, still looking down.

"Luke? I'm starting to feel like there's another problem here." I said quietly, and he shook his head quicker. "No Michael. Nothings wrong." He mumbled, and crossed his skinny arms over his stomach. I sighed, and tilted his head up. "Tell me what's wrong." I said, wiping under his eyes with my thumbs. He slipped his hand under my shirt, and traced the outline of my abs. "I hate my body." He whispered. I hadn't seen the insecure side of Luke in a while.

"Luke. I don't get it. You don't even weigh as much as you should, and you have a perfectly skinny body. I try to cheer you up when you get self conscious, but there's nothing to be insecure about." I whispered, and he shook his head.

"I'm too tall. I'm supposed to be shorter than you so when we hug I feel like I'm safe. If you can't tell, when I eat something, it all goes right here..." He pointed to his thighs. "...and my fingers are too long. My knees look like old lady knees. I have freckles on my knees too. I'm way too sensitive and I cry about everything. I don't have a super big butt like you probably want. I have noodle arms. My neck is too long, and it makes me look like a giraffe. My stomach is squishy. My lips are to thin. People have said my eyes are too small. I hate my nose-"

"Luke stop it. I don't want you to keep going." I whispered and a small sob escaped his lips. "You could find someone so much better. Someone who isn't scared of this." He whispered. "I could find someone who isn't scared, but I don't want too. Luke, I want you. I love you. If something happens to you, I would trade everything to get you back. I love you and your sensitivity, thin lips, adorable nose, your smile, and everything in between." I said, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

I wiped his tears off, and gasped when I felt myself being pushed backwards. I opened my eyes and saw Luke on top of me. He pushed his lips on mine, and pressed our chests together. "I love you." He whispered once we pulled apart.

"I love you more."