panties [ muke ]

0.5

once michael had told luke that he had mpd, everything seemed to click. this was really michael, not the fuckboy from in-n-out. this is why michael isn't being an aggressively horny asshole, it was one of his personalities.

luke was a big believer in second chances (in moderation of course, there's just some things that you can't be forgiven for), and michael seemed like a really genuine person. he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't at least try to start over with michael.

and that's what they did.

"so, like, can we start over? we didn't start off on the right foot, obviously. i'm not as pushy and pervy as i was when we first met." well, at least half of that was true.

"sure." luke stuck his left hand out, gesturing at michael to take it, shaking hands with him. "i'm luke robert hemmings, but you can call me luke."

michael smiled and gave luke's hand a gentle squeeze. "hello, lucas. i'm michael gordon clifford, but you can call me michael."

"oh! can i call you gordo, like from lizzie mcguire?"

"who?"

"oh dear god," luke's eyes widen to about the width of the brim of his coffee cup "come on, please tell me you've seen lizzie mcguire."

michael stayed silent.

"oh good lord. we have more than enough to discuss now."

and so it went on like that, luke and michael talked about anything and everything for hours on end. they talked about all of the shows they used to watch as a kid (which they found out that they both quite enjoyed ren and stimpy, rocko's modern life, and brandy and mr.whiskers), where they're originally from- coincidentally they were both from sydney, why they moved to los angeles, and so on and so forth.

the pair actually got on quite well, surprisingly. luke was trying his best not to say something stupid in fear of embarrassing himself in front of michael, while michael was trying to refrain himself from saying anything too creepy. it was hard though, with the way luke was dressed.

he was waring a denim blouse with the top button undone, revealing a bit of his neck (and michael definantly didn't want to give him hickeys all over. nope. not at all.) and a pair of black skinny jeans. it was simple and casual and michael fucking loved it.

michael looked at his watch that read 8:23 p.m. and realized that oh shit, if he didn't leave now he would be late to work- not that it would be the first time- and probably screamed at by his boss. he didn't want to go, because trust me, if michael had the chance he would stay with luke 24/7 and never go to work ever again. but, bills had to be paid and money doedn't just magically grow on trees, so yeah, michael had no choice.

"hey, uh, i kinda have to go to work, but i had a really nice time. can i have your number so we can do this again sometime?"

"oh, you already have it! mikey kind of took it by force." luke giggled.

"shit, right." michael smiled sheepishly "no, really though. i had a really great time. it was nice to get to know you."

"i did too, you're okay i guess." luke smirked, picking up his belongings. once he made sure he had his phone, keys, and wallet he stood on the very tips of his toes and wrapped his arms around michael, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. michael was shocked to say the least.

"i'll text you." luke breathed, letting him go and shooing him a small smile before turning around and walking away.

michael was more than happy to wait for a text from luke.

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hello my lil ducklings how are you today?

i hope you're doing just dandy :))

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