Crybaby || muke.

19 - Wrath

Michael awoke from his much needed slumber to hear three hushed voices talking in the other room.

The man sat up and wiped away any drool that may or may not have trickled down during his deep sleep. He grimaced at the thought of Luke seeing him knocked out like a child after an amusement park.

But the realization dawned on him too soon.

Luke saw him.

Michael could only face palm, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at his own stupidity. He knew the blonde would be on his ass now.

Luke was protective over him like that.. but how couldn't he be? That's his baby.

Crybaby more like.

The bleached blonde swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching to hear the satisfying pops of his sore joints.

He had to admit, he felt much better after finally sleeping his stresses off.

The voices seemed to grow louder however and this was the first time it worried Michael.

One, because it sounded like a hushed argument and Two, someone was in his fucking house!

He got up and cautiously made his way out his room to the main living space. There sat Ashton and Calum along with Luke standing on the other side of the kitchen counter.

The tall blonde gripped a mug of what looked like coffee in his large hands, and the man himself? Looked tired.

His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was tussled.

It reminded Michael of Luke the morning of at their sleepovers all those years ago. He always told his best friend just how pretty he looked regardless, but Luke would always make sure Michael knew he was prettier.

After his lazy eyes took another lap around the room, he froze.

Was be interrupting some kind of intervention or something?

The other men looked worried, almost angry.

Were they angry at Luke? They must be, just judging by the condition of the usually well kept man.

"Good morning, sunshine." Luke's hushed voice spoke. For some reason, Michael felt like he hasn't heard it for months, years even.

This nap must've been real refreshing.

He only gave a shy smile before walking into the outstretched arms belonging to the blonde. The warm embrace was welcoming and he felt like he could breathe again.

He didn't know how dependant he was on the blonde until after his nap.

"How're you feeling, Mike?" Came another voice. He looked to the side to see Ashton's concerned gaze falling on him.

Now he was confused, did Luke tell them about the little incident?

"Feeling alright, still a bit dazed." The youngest mumbled, bringing his fists up to rub at his eyes. Luke had to refrain from cooing yet he knew the other two men were too.

It was a sight worth seeing, Michael first thing in the morning.

"You've been asleep for pretty long, sunshine."

Sunshine.

Michael squinted his eyes, looking up at the blonde. A couple of hours of sleep was never a problem for him before, so why now?

"How long was I out for?" he questioned, pulling away from the blonde slightly.

He felt the atmosphere in the room change quickly, nervous glances acting like the hushed whispers from earlier. His own heartbeat was speeding up just because of it.

"You uh.. slept for a good 26 hours-"

"26?!" Michael yelled.

How was it possible for him to have slept an entire day plus some away. Was sleeping that much even scientifically possible?

"Relax, Michael. You needed the sleep, your body was.. fuck I actually have no idea how it was still functioning, but it went on shut down mode. You slept it off and regained energy as well as relaxation, something you haven't been recently."

And there it was, the condescending tone of voice.

He huffed quietly and grabbed the blondes mug of coffee, taking a long sip from it.

"I'm very relaxed thank you very much."

Calum could only quirk an eyebrow in amusement, watching in real time just how wrapped around Michaels finger the blonde really was.

Luke gave the Māori a pointed look before looking back at his angel.

"Less hours angel, I mean it."

"But Lu-"

Something in Luke snapped, his want for dominance exposing itself like it never has before.

"Enough, Michael. Cut back on the hours or I swear to fucking god you won't love what's coming."

"The electricity company's wrath, or yours?" Michael questioned, moving back to stand his ground. He fucking loved Luke, but he wasn't a little kid who needed constant hand holding.

The blonde took a deep breath, turning to look at the other two before looking back at Michael.

Luke gently gripped his chin, moving down to whisper low enough so only he could hear.

"Mine. And if you knew what was good for you, you'd fucking listen."

Silence.

Everyone was stunned, well.. everyone but Luke. He always wanted to display his dominance in situations, but it was always different with Michael.

Michael on the other hand stayed still, but directed his view to the wall behind the blonde. Suddenly, it seemed very interesting.

It was either that, or he'd start crying.

Ashton had a smug look on his face before getting up, excusing himself and Calum from the kitchen to go wait out in the main hallway.

All that was left were Michael and Luke. and god things have never been this confusing between them.

"Cut back on the hours, angel. I mean it." He whispered once more before releasing the hold he had on the boys chin.

Michaels' eyes watered as he nodded, refusing to make the dreadful eye contact he knew Luke wanted.

And so they stood there in silence, Luke towering over him and making him tremble in his spot.

All until Michael couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine. Consider my hours decreased."

His hand moved to pat his back pocket, sighing quietly at the feeling of a business card laying comfortably between the seams.

Maybe that number will come in handy after all.

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AW HEY IM BACK!!

thoughts on this chapter and mukes scene in the kitchen?

comments and feedback are so helpful and i'm always curious to know what you guys want to see

I have so many fic ideas it's crazy but i think it's time we catch up on this one, possibly brooklyn baby and start that ot4 boxer fic.