Pompeii ➳ muke

nine

Michael finds himself in that over sized chair for two hours. Luke is sat beside him in his own seat, his legs crossed loosely at the knee, and those pretty lips of his are formed into a smile.

They are in a deep discussion on the topic of musical artists and Luke just can't seem to understand what is so great about the Arctic Monkeys. Michael, of course, is baffled by this. After all, the Arctic Monkeys are his second favorite band and he's admittedly obsessed with the rhythmic bass.

"I just don't understand what's so great about them. I can hardly comprehend the lyrics, it's like he's singing with his mouth full!" Luke protests, throwing his hands up dramatically.

And okay, maybe Luke has a point with that, but Michael still loves them anyways.

"You just haven't been properly exposed to them, that's all," he retorts, scrunching up his nose, "I'll have to fix that."

A smile breaks across the blond's lips and he's nodding, he's agreeing to allow Michael to show him music. And yes, Michael is so utterly excited that he can hardly contain himself.

"Would you like to go back to my place to listen to the band? I have their entire discography on vinyl. I could call for a car to pick us up and my driver will take you home whenever you want to leave," Michael suggests hopeful.

Luke seems to ponder for a moment, considering the offer carefully, "I cannot believe that I'm about to agree to this. Keep in mind, I still don't like you."

And that's how he finds himself in Michael's music room on a sunny afternoon, the sun shining in through a gigantic bay window that takes up an entire wall. Michael hadn't been joking, he did have the entire discography as well as hundreds of other records. There is four large bookshelves lined up down a single wall, all containing CD's and vinyls in a plethora of genres. Near the window rests a large Grand Piano and Luke can't help but to run his fingers gently across the smooth, black surface.

Michael asks, "Do you like it?" 

And Luke says that he does, he really really does.

"Do you know how to play?" the elder questions curiously.

Luke shakes his head, "No, I couldn't afford lessons and there wasn't anyone around to teach me. I've always admired the piano though, it has a beautiful sound."

Michael smiles, "I'll have to teach you some time. Now, come on, we have a vinyl to listen to!"

Minutes later, Michael has put the A.M vinyl into the record player and his settling himself down onto a leather sofa. He kicks his legs up, heels resting on the glass top of the coffee table, and relaxes as Luke joins him and does the same.

And that's exactly how they stay throughout the entire album.

Luke loves it. The Arctic Monkeys, that is, and maybe he likes spending time with Michael, too. But he won't admit that, at least not aloud.

Michael may have stolen a few glances at the other boy, who had his eyes closed and whose fingers were drumming along on his own thigh.

Even then, Luke is still beautiful.