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Knock Out ~K

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"Faster!" Demanded Luke's trainer as he threw punches into the guy's  hands.

Sweat rolled down Luke's shirtless back, making his pale skin glisten. Blue eyes were glued to his target as they remained completely focused. The blonde couldn't help the small smile creep up on his lips.

He loved to box.

The pure rush it gave him from the fights was unmatchable. He's fallen in love with the complicated rhythms between his feet and arms. It was a way for Luke to unwind, believe it or not. Boxing aided in allowing him to let out all of his frustration and anger.

Luke was about to find himself in the biggest match of his life against the current champion; Ashton Irwin. And he had no room for distractions.

But, of course, there was one.

A new boy had started working at Luke's gym a couple of days ago. And he happened to be very attractive.

Luke learned his name is Michael. And the boxer couldn't understand why he was so captivated by this certain black haired boy. Maybe it was the sparkling green eyes? Maybe it was the flawless pale skin with tattoos drawn into it every so often? Maybe it was the adorable shyness? Whatever it was, this boy had been able to capture Luke's full attention.

Michael was folding towels just outside of the ring where Luke was practicing. The blonde was becoming increasingly distracted as he stole glances of Michael, who was concentrated on folding the fabric perfectly.

Luke watched as the punk's pierced eye brows furrowed together when one of the towels didn't turn out right. It was so incredibly cute that Luke hadn't noticed he had stopped throwing his punches entirely.

"What the hell are you doing?" Snapped his trainer, slapping Luke upside the head. The blonde winced and began rubbing the stinging spot.

"Chill out, Calum. Nothing." The blonde grunted, shaking his head and diverting his attention back to Michael.

The black haired boy looked up, catching Luke's gaze. A smirk spread across the boxer's lips as he shot a wink at Michael, not being able to help himself. The punk rolled his eyes and returned back to the towels, a blush secretly coating his cheeks.

Calum huffed at the distracted boy and moved in front of him. "Focus, Hemmings! Or do you want to get your ass knocked out in the first round?"

Luke's jaw clenched, raising his gloved hands up into position once more. His fists flew against Calum's, attempting to block his complicated thoughts out.

Michael watched quietly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop watching the muscles in Luke's arms contract. The sweat gleaming off the boxer's forehead was so incredibly sexy. In other words; Luke was flawless.

The blonde's movements were so fluid and precise that Michael couldn't even believe he was real. Ever since he started working at the gym, the punk had developed a crush on Luke, even though he tried to hide it.

The blue eyed boy would always attempt to flirt with Michael. And it honestly worked, making the raven boy weak at the knees with each word. But Michael tried to come off cool about it. Not being a smooth person, he didn't want to embarrass himself by saying the wrong thing.

Besides, he doubted that Luke liked him at all. The man was just a natural flirt. He could have any person in the world he desired just from his looks alone. So why would he want someone as insignificant as Michael?

Luke stepped out of the ring, practically glowing. He unstrapped his gloves and set them on a near by bench. The blonde casually looked over at Michael who was trying his best not to make eye contact. Michael knew if he glanced up, he wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away.