Inhumanly Handsome {Muke/Cashton}

Luke is a piece of f*cking meat!

An/ Without this AN, and the one at the bottom this chapter had 1,666 words... LEGIT found this funny :p Ok so update bc I'm sick and have nothing better to do :p this is a bit of a time skip though :D Remember everything in italics is a form of smut (dirty dreams) ^^

“I don’t fucking like him ok! So NO he can’t come this weekend!” Michael was yelling at Calum, Ashton and I were outside in my garden, we were kicking the football around with Harry. It was a hot Friday and we had a day of because it was a holiday. Brady and I got along so well, but Michael just snapped at whatever Brady said to him, Brady was trying to be friends but for some reason Michael pushed all the attempts away. Michael and Calum were coming back from shopping for tonight, our movie night. Calum had invited Brady but I guess Michael is still refusing it.

“MICHAEL! What is your problem with him!” Calum yells back, sounding so strained and pissed off. Ashton looked over at me and I shrugged, we were both shirtless and sweating like crazy in our basket shorts.

“His face for one! That stupid smirk he’s got! The way he looks at Luke like Luke is a piece of fucking meat, his voice, his hair. Fucking hell I just hate him.” Michael says, Ashton’s eyes widen and I groan and Harry kicked the ball right into my balls.

“Fuck!” I swear, falling to my knees.

“Oh Luke I’m sorry!” Harry says, running over.

“Luke?” I hear Michaels soothing voice call, before I knew it both Calum and Michael jumped over my fence en fucking hell Michael looks so hot right now. He was wearing jeans shorts with an American flag tank on. His hair a bright Pink now, sort of like cotton candy and it looked so good on him.

“Mgood.” I mutter, still curled up in a ball.

“I didn’t mean to Ashy, he just stopped paying attention and and…” Harry was shushed by Ashton patting his shoulder.

“He’ll be fine Harry. Not like he's ever gonna need those to have children.” Ashton assured him.

“Yeah Harry, I’m fine.” I said, Michael pushed me up and wow even on this hot day he was still freezing cold. His touch making goosebumps appear all over my arm.

I looked over at Michael and he was staring at my chest, I felt self-conscious near him, especially since I’ve had my fair share of dirty dreams about him. I looked over his beautiful features, he didn’t even look like he was sweating, his skin pale as ever. Skin so milky and smooth it was hardly earthly how flawless it was. His bushy brows with the piercing shining in the sunlight. His bright green eyes that held a little blue/grey when in the sun. He licked his lips, the full plump dark pink lips that had that perfect curve that would make anybody want to feel them against their own, run their thumb over it and I wonder how soft they were. I’ve dreamt of them pressing against my light pink chapped lips and I imagine them to feel like soft pillows or clouds. In my dreams they were icecold and his lips felt like a wake up call for my warm body. I knew my heart was starting to race because my chest felt tight, my hands were shaking and I had trouble breathing.

“You ok Luke?” He asks me, his voice merely a whisper for the moans of my name filling my mind, the way that in my dreams I imagine him to moan and grunt my name, the grunts getting louder and louder as he pounded into me, his voice husky and low. I closed my eyes, willing the images and his voice to fade away.

“M-Michael.” I moaned, running my fingers down his back, my legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed into me.

“Shht baby, let me make you feel good.” He whispers into my ear, his cold breath making me shiver but oh how good it felt against my flushed skin.