thinking about you [muke af]

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[[unedited]]

“Hey, Mom,” Michael said into the phone. What’s with people and calling these days?

“Hi, Sweetie, how are you?” She asked. Her voice was muffled and he figured his mother was tasting something she was cooking. Geez, he missed her meals more than anything. 

“I’m doing alright. Headed to a date, actually.”

His mother squealed, “Ooo, tell me about him.”

“He’s tall, and blonde, and has blue eyes.”

“Oh God, your children will beautiful.” Her voice was soothing and that made the twenty-one year old smile. He missed her, a lot. His mother was his best friend and he didn’t have any shame in it. 

“He’s a grad student, has a bachelor’s in education. He’s really cool and kind of awkward.” Michael turned the corner, spinning the ring of his keys around his index finger. He was in black cut-off jeans (which were never really considered cool, but it was ninety-five degrees) and a grey muscle tee. His tattoos were showing and he was proud of them. Lots of people walking through the streets gave him a second look and he wasn’t sure why. Sure, he’s in a fairly hard school to get in, and there aren’t many punk rockers like him there. But, it’s California! There are a lot of weird musician types. 

“He sounds amazing, Mikey. Where are you guys going?”

“That place that I played at last week, the one by that tattoo parlor.”

His mother tsked, “If you get another tattoo, Michael Gordon, I swear to God.” She let her threatening voice linger.

“Yes, Mommy,” he teased, a smile still on his face. Michael called his mother at least once a week, sometimes more. He was sad being so far away from his parents. They’re all the way in Nashville as he’s as far as he can possibly get. 

“How’s your last semester going?”

“Decent, I’m glad it’s almost over. I applied to a few places to see if they could offer me a position as a music engineer, but I haven’t heard anything yet.” Michael followed the signs to where Luke’s apartment was, the smell of a pizzeria filled the air. He closed his eyes and took in the scent. “I’m almost at Luke’s, I need to go.”

“Luke. What a nice name.”

“Bye, Mom,” he groaned. 

x x x

Luke shoves Michael past the door of his apartment, he automatically pins him against the wall, attaching his lips to the younger boy’s neck. Mike moans, letting his light blue hair hit against the bare wall. “Where’s your roommate?”

“Went camping,” Luke said between kisses. Michael’s lips were soft and plump and everything the blonde wanted in every kiss. He tasted like the smoothie they shared only minutes before, the blueberry taste still lingering on their tongues. 

Michael thrusted into Luke, his clothed crotch uncomfortable as it grew hard. He started leading the taller boy towards the magenta couch in the corner. He had no idea what Luke’s apartment looked like. It was dark and he hoped there wasn’t anything he’d trip over. 

Luke’s knees buckled as he fell onto the couch. He bent his legs, letting Michael fall in between them. Michael took Luke’s two hands, pinning them above his head with one hand, his other locked as he held himself above.

Michael loved the look of lust in Luke’s blue eyes. He thrusted onto Luke again, his movements slow and careful. His lips left small bruises wherever they went, he let go of Luke’s hands as the older boy whimpered. 

Luke grinds back, much harder than Mike as he tried to speed him up. He was about to fucking explode and he knew it. The blonde lets his free hands wander up and down Michael’s back, his short nails scratching at the space between the seam of his shirt and the top of his  cut off jeans. 

Michael groans, his lips leading back to Luke’s warm neck. He sits up, his warm hands are undoing Luke’s belt, taking the button between his fingers and popping it. Luke arches his back and closed his eyes, he loved the feeling of Michael so close to where he needs him most. 

Luke slides of his jeans, Michael helping him with the severely tight fabric. Mike was laughing and Luke didn’t know why. He looked up at his briefs. “Cartoon tacos? I like it,” Mike said, taking his lip between his teeth. 

Luke was a crimson shade of vermillion red as he groaned in annoyance. “Just shut up and put that pretty mouth of yours to use,” he demanded. 

Michael lets out a chuckle at the whiny boy. He loops his fingers underneath the fabric as he pulls that off too. Luke’s hips are more pale than the rest of his body and Mike didn’t know that was possible. 

He backs up his body, his bum in the air as he leaves kisses on Luke’s protruding hips. Mike licks over this lips as he leaves a dark bruise in the shape of his lips right above the blonde happy trail. 

Once his thin lips are around Luke, the blonde moans out louder than he’s ever heard himself. Michael lets his tongue wander around the head of Luke’s member, sucking in his cheeks and moving down.
He can hear Luke gasping for air already, Michael guesses the blonde is either extremely sensitive or a virgin. Or both. He has his hands on Luke’s hips, his small fingers digging into the sides of his body.

Luke rotates his hips, trying to thrust deeper into Mike’s mouth. Michael lets out a growl as his tip reaches Mike’s throat. Luke tries to place his hips down again, his breath out of control as his chest rises and falls at a fast pace. He squeaks when Mike hollows out his cheeks. 

The blonde grips onto Mike’s hair, pulling at it as Michael begins to deep throat him. “Such a pretty boy,” Luke sighs between moans. He thrusts his hips upwards as he spreads his bent knees wider. 

Michael opens his eyes, tears brimming the corners. He looks at the panting boy, a true beauty of a mess laid out in front of him. He starts to make his way back to the tip, whispering a quick, “Come for me, baby.”

Luke nods and Mike moans, the vibrations sending from the back of his throat as the blonde can feel it, too. The blue eyed boy lets out the hottest moan Michael has ever heard as he begins to release into Mike’s throat. Michael starts taking him in, still bobbing his head. He holds back his chokes as tears fall from his eyes. 

Luke still has his hands in Michael hair as the younger boy starts to move up, laying his body on top of Luke. He sighs, licking his lips and resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder. 

Luke smiles, letting his hands fall down Mike’s back and rub a calming circle on the clothed muscles. His breath starts to slow down and he thinks Michael is asleep by the time the clock reaches midnight. 

(a/n from kath) I have no idea if this is edited or not, but I put unedited at the top in case it isn't.