Crybaby || muke.

17 - Platonic Guidelines

It never got much further than that.

Michael was sat there, eyes glazed with overwhelming emotion, with pleasure. He felt Luke, his bestfriend for over forever, hardening under him. He felt the way his thighs tensed with each thrust up against his bum.

His small fingers were now resting on Lukes face, gentle fingers tracing the sharp jaw line. His pouty lips were parted, soft breaths and quiet whines seeping through every so often.

Michael was purely mesmerized by the blonde, he was entranced and lost all at once.

His mind was melting into a different state, his heart pounding and the heat of the car rising to his cheeks.

Luke's mind? Was in an entirely different place.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, rutting against Michaels ass like some teenager would. He couldn't believe this was happening in the back of the car where his small angel was crying only minutes prior.

He simply couldn't believe any of it.

Michael deserved to be held in strong arms and praised, he liked being praised.

Luke knew that.

He deserved to be touched with love and gentleness, fucked by a real man in a comfortable bed where he could lay comfortably, like an angel upon a cloud.

He deserved the world, and Luke was doing a pretty shitty job giving it to him considering they were dry humping in the back of his car.

But..

He couldn't stop the erruption of butterflies that spread through his stomach when he first felt those gentle fingers trace his face. Every touch fueling the flames of no control, making Luke want to do the unspeakable right here, right now.

The way Michaels thumb hovered right over the dry lips belonging to no other than Luke, the way he managed to press the most gentle kiss a man his type could muster up.

The way Michaels totally gone expression turned to one of a soft smile.

They had to stop, they shouldn't be doing this.

Of course Luke would love to take his pretty boy in the back seat right now, but he knew better.

"Angel.. Angel look at me sweetheart." Luke whispered against his thumb, voice quiet to make sure he didn't startle his sweet baby.

Michaels hazed eyes lazily trailed back to look at Luke's lust-filled blue ones. The gaze they shared was heavily contrasted, one being light and dazed and the other being enticed and dark.

Luke liked the think that contrasted them perfectly.

"There we go Mikey.. How about I drive you home, hm? You can get some rest and we can talk tomorrow, how does that sound?" Luke questioned, raising his voice just a bit to guide his small friend back down.

Michael blinked a few times, regaining composure as he looked the blonde up and down, an unfamiliar look clouding his once hazed emerald eyes. Luke watched his every move, always so enticed with the small blonde.

It hurt him deeply knowing there were points in his life where he didn't want to be seen with Michael.

He would do anything to make him his now.

"Lu?.."

"Yes, darling?"

"You're hard."

It took everything in him not to moan at the gentleness coaxed in his friends voice. Michael didn't say it from a place of teasing, but from a place of genuine concern and a 'do you want any help with that?' attitude.