Creep || muke

Laggy RPGs

When you were here before,

couldn't look you in the eye.

~

"Michael."

Michael reluctantly turned away from the boring RPG he'd randomly plugged in to have something to do. He regret buying the piece of shit game as soon as he handed his money to the oily looking cashier at the store.

The game had no content and it lagged like a granny walking down the sidewalk.

"Yeah?" He hummed as he tossed his controller next to a pile of laundry.

"I've been trying to catch your attention for some time now, man." Luke sighed. Michael could just imagine Luke running his hand through his perfect blonde quiff and tugging at his lip ring.

Imagine, not see.

He wasn't making eye contact, it was much safer to look elsewhere. Like the extremely interesting trash can by his door. It was starting to overload with ripped food packaging. Hmm.

"Huh."

"What's wrong?"

Michael heard the bedsheets rustle. He was now looking somewhere to Luke's left, still not directly at the boy. "You've been quiet the whole day."

More shifting sounds, and dammit, Michael liked the idea of Luke moving around on his bed. Doing things, very bad things.

Michael cleared his throat, suddenly feeling thirsty. For what? He honestly didn't know, instead, he mumbled, "Just in a shit mood."

He shifted around on his green bean bag chair and hoped Luke would let him be.

"I know what'll make it better."

The purple haired boy jumped as his best friend's head was placed on his shoulder. The blonde's breath against his neck made Michael shiver. Other parts of Michael jumped too.

He turned his head to finally look at Luke, the words to a question he was going to ask died as he realised how close his chapped lips were to Luke's glossy pierced ones.

Why did he have to wear tight ass skinny jeans? Now he had no space for the growing erection he didn't know how to hide.

"A Green Day air guitar battle." Luke suggested, tilting his head slightly, his eyebrows raised and mouth set in a dumbass grin.

When the blonde smiled and showed off his dimples like that how could Michael refuse?

~

Ack, I tried.