Crybaby || muke.

10 - Delicate

Michael has been whining and showing great amounts of attitude to the blonde for the following few hours.

He didn't want to go to the club.

What was there to do there? Watch strippers work the poles and watch men shower them with cash? He wouldn't be surprised if Luke would ask one to do a private show for him.

That seemed to bother him most.

He tried telling himself that it was the fact that Luke dragged him out here himself, only to be ditched for some girl. Yet, something was telling him that it wasn't the case.

Plus, what was he even supposed to wear? The faux blonde wasn't nearly as flashy as his bestfriend when it came to outfits, he only owned jeans and some questionable tops.

And a skirt, but that was a dare made by one of Michaels only high school friends.

The blonde however seemed to be putting up with Michael just fine, reassuring him and glaring at him when necessary. He knew Michael was as submissive as they got, or at least, he could never picture the boy topping anyone.

"Michael seriously, you don't have to wear anything extravagant. It's a club, wear something comfortable."

The younger man huffed, looked through his closet. He honestly did look like he was about to throw a tantrum, but Luke knew he was way more collected than that.

"Luke I have nothing. I want to at least look nice, not homeless." He said, tossing a pair of skinny jeans onto the bed.

"Want me to look for you? You know I have a better eye for fashion, Mike."

Michael simply rolled his eyes, moving away from the closet before muttering something along the lines of 'work your magic hemmo'.

The blonde stood up and started rummaging through the man's closet, fingers moving skillfully along every piece of material. That's until one type of material caught him off guard.

The skirt.

Blood rushed to the blondes lower region immediatly at the mere thought of Michael owning something so pretty, of seeing this on his pretty boy.

"Find anything yet?"

Luke didn't say a word, simply pulling it out and giving the article of clothing a gentle shake.

Michaels eyes widened as his face turned red.

"Listen Lu.. that isn't what it looks like-"

"A skirt? I'm not as stupid of a blonde as you make me out to be kitty."

"I- I don't.. that's not-"

"Wanna wear it?"

Michaels eyes nearly bulged out of his head, shaking his head quickly.

"Fuck no! I got it as a dare and I.. I suppose I kept it. No-.. no I will not be wearing it."

Luke frowned at how defensive his friend got. Michael knew he wouldn't judge him, right? Luke was all for demolishing toxic masculinity, he was especially all for seeing his little angel dressed in something more his style.

Sure Michael was all 'punk rock' and 'skinny jeans for life', but the clothing was too harsh against Michaels delicate skin, too much for his delicate personality and look.

"Come on kitty, wear it for me?"

The younger male huffed and crossed his arms, muttering quietly.

"You're only doing this so you can laugh at me later, isn't that it, Luke?"

"Laugh at you? Not a change angel, now come on and get dressed, you know I don't like being late."