MUKE short stories

love so sweet ♔ 11

He placed a hand on his cheek.

He pushed him against the door.

Then he pressed his warm lips against Luke's.

♔♔♔

Luke turned around, trying to fall back asleep, feeling restless and tired.

He no longer felt the warmth in his chest and when he turned around again, he realized why.

When he had fallen asleep it wasn't on the bed, it was on Michael's chest. They kissed until they passed out on the futon, Luke's magic burning as Michael touched him.

He could feel Michael was near, just not near enough. He lit one candle, hoping his sleepy energy won't cause a fire. Blinking into the dark room he noticed Michael was just where he remembered, on the futon.

His hair was messy, his lips red and the look on his face wasn't peaceful but tormented.

Luke stood up and walked over, lifting the covers Michael took when he carried him to the bed. He laid down where he first fell asleep, making himself comfortable on top of the prince.

Michael stirred in his sleep and hugged Luke with one arm.

Luke sighed into the crook of Michael's neck and the warm scent of him lulled him back to sleep. Not before Michael woke up.

"Luke?" He mumbled.

"Mhm."

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Why aren't you in bed?" Luke whispered, smiling against his neck.

"Luke if Ashton-"

"Shut up," Luke said. "Enough excuses."

Michael hugged him closer, not wanting to let Luke go either. "We still need to talk. I still didn't tell you everything."

"Can we talk in the morning?"

Luke thought he will never stop smiling as Michael slowly started to run his hand through his curls as he seemed to think about it. "Yes, but you can't distract me with kisses."

"Of course, my king." Luke teased and kissed his neck.

"Luke-"

"I promise."

♔

The next time Luke woke up, Michael was clearly awake, slowly running his fingers over his warm skin.

"Hi," Luke whispered and looked up.

Michael looked beautiful. There was a softness to his morning face, a kindness in his eyes that Luke wasn't used to. This was Michael, no pretending, no holding back.

Michael smiled. "Good morning."

Luke leaned his chin on his chest, his undershirt was crinkled but soft. "You wanted to talk."