Crybaby || muke.

7- Proven

Hands.

Michael felt warm, large hands slipping under his shirt, running along his chest and hips. Goosebumps arose as his head was tipped back against the very wall he was pushed up against.

Lips.

Michael felt the rough lips, belonging to the birthday boy, pressing against the shorter boys neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin.

It was overwhelming for Michael, being someone who doesn't experiance such intricate touches and kisses, so much passion and affection.

Luke's lips brushed against the younger boys ear, a gentle whisper making the red haired boys knees weak.

"Fuck Michael, you really want me to prove it? I'll prove it, prove how much you fucking mean to me since no one else will."

Michael whimpered, feeling so small in such a situation yet it felt so good, Luke felt so good.

He hasn't shared such a moment with anyone since their first and last kiss, one that Michael would remember and cherish forever. He didn't think much of it but now with his older, hotter, friend pressed up against him the way he is?

He's not quite sure anymore.

"Wanna prove that you really are a big boy?" The blonde whispered, gently nipping at the skin under Michaels ear.

The younger boy let out a high pitched moan, one that would be embarrassing under any other circumstance with any other person.

To Luke though? It just fed his hunger.

"Let me kiss you Michael, let me prove it to you."

Luke was now running his fingers gently along the boys cheek before carrying on.

"While I prove this to you, you have to prove it to me. It's a two way street, kitty."

The boy positively shivered, preening under Luke's touch, under his care and words.

"Kiss me, fucking kiss me."

The blondes hand slipt to his neck, giving a gentle squeeze, a warning if you will.

"Watch that fucking mouth, Michael."

And before the younger boy could even get a word in, a pair of lips were pressed against his own.

It was rough.

So many emotions were being pushed to the surface, just like Michaels hands being tangled in the blonde locks of his friend.

Gentle tugs were being brought upon by Michael as he whined against the blondes lips, feeling the lipring against his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

Overwhelmed was the only way Michael could put this. Overwhelmed and turned on.

Luke's hands were roughly gripping the younger boys hips, keeping him planted against the wall as he worked the shorter boy. Hips pressing into eachother and quiet moans being heard.

Michael was high on it, he was high on the feeling of Luke, high on this new feeling of care and adoration, the power of dominance portrayed in his older friend.

Luke pulled away from the kiss, staying close to Michael however. Their lips brushed and heavy breaths were exchanged as they tried regaining composure.

Michael looked so dazed, like he was just fucked into oblivion but Luke barely touched him, barely kissed him.

He barely scratched the surface of what he could do to such a pretty little boy like Michael.

The blonde leant closer befote mumbling quietly, voice low and rough.

"Hope that proved it to you baby boy, hope I stuck that well in your pretty little mind. Hope you'll remember my hands on your body and my lips on yours. My lips sucking such pretty marks into your skin."

The younger boy tilted his head up slightly, closing his eyes as if preparing for another kiss. Just when Michael thought they'd kiss again, the rough voice spoke again, lower this time.

"Remember that the next time you accuse me of not giving a shit."

His eyes fluttered open as he looked up at Luke. They stood there for a second before the blonde pulled away and left.

Michael watched him leave the room, hand coming up to press against his lips, a tingling sensation left where the blondes lips once were.

He found himself longing for his touch.

"What the fuck..."

Michael threaded his fingers through his hair, gently tugging on his roots as their little scene was fresh in his mind.

"What the fuck!"

He was yelling now, at no one in particular but at himself mostly. That was a lot, for him, for Luke, for just.. their atmosphere.

Did it come from a place of true care? Or did it come from a place or Luke wanting to simply prove himself, wanting to shut Michael up from his crying and whining.

Too many thoughts were circling the red haired boys head, too many that he felt those same tears return to his pretty green eyes.

His vision was clouded as he stormed out of the blondes room, pushing past the drunk bodies as he made his way out of the house.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, like his lungs were on fire and his lips were being burnt. Every place Luke touched him felt like fire on skin. He was panicking and this time he didn't have Luke to calm him down.

This time, he was too scared to go back to Luke.

He got outside and took a deep breath, feeling himself hyperventilate. He needed to get home, he needed to go to bed and wipe this night from his memory.

Questions swarmed the boys already crowded mind, he was being tormented the same way Luke was for years.

What were Luke's intentions? Where did they stand? Why did Luke's lips taste like mint?

That ones a dumb one, but when your minds racing, every question seems relevant.

That night, as Michael laid awake in his bed, toying with his lips between his fingers, Luke was with some boy in his bed. In the same room where he proved his care and affection to Michael only hours prior.

He looked down at the sleeping boy beside him and couldn't believe just how bad he wished that it was Michael instead.

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LUKE LEFT HIM ON THE SPOT?!

where do u think the two love bugs stand?

will there be more sexual tension? yea.