Water the Flowers (In My Lungs) - Muke

Epilogue

Luke hadn't spoken to Michael much since he got out of the hospital.

They haven't talked about what happens next.

The bus was taking them to their next stop, meaning a sleepless night full of bumpy roads and sharp turns.

Luke got up late, rolling out of bed.

Silently he made his way towards the kitchen, but froze.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Michael was standing in the kitchen, his hair sticking up from how he slept on it.

"Can't sleep?"

Luke shook his head, he moved around Michael to the fridge grabbing the milk.

He placed in on the counter, opening the top cabinet.

Whoever put the glass so high up hated him, because he was on his top toes struggling.

Michael reached the glass, putting on the counter for Luke.

"Thanks." Luke muttered.

He poured a glass of milk before sticking it in the microwave and putting the rest of the milk back.

Luke set a timer and watched the glass spin around as the machine buzzed.

When it was done, he took it out and brought the glass to his lips.

The warm milk made him feel warm and he hoped it would make him sleepy.

When he pulled the glass away, Michael chuckled.

Luke frowned, furrowing his eyebrows, but the boy just shook his head.

He brought his thumb to Luke's upper lip and swiped across it.

"You had a milk mustache." Michael muttered.

They were inches apart, the action was more sensual then they'd thought.

Soon they were breathing the same air, their hearts beat the same rhythm.

Michael leaned in.

"What about Lydia?" Luke breathed.

"I broke it off with her", Michael muttered resting his forehead on Luke's, "Right before you were in the hospital."

Luke seemed content with the answer, because Michael leaned in again and he was silent.

It was magically.

Truly otherworldly kissing Michael.

It felt like he was flying and falling at the same time.

Time stopped and it was just them.

"I love you." Luke muttered as they pulled apart.

It was the first time he'd ever said it aloud.

And it felt freeing.

Michael's hands were cupping his cheeks as he pecked Luke's lips.

"I love you more." He gleamed.

"So what now?" Luke quizzed.

Not that he minded how things were. Sure, it was casual, but it was more than he'd ever had before.

"Now, I take you to bed." Michael muttered, before swooping Luke up in his arms.

Luke didn't know what came next.

But that was life.

And Luke suddenly had a lot of it to live.