Frat party

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Michael walked down the crowded high school hallway, his belly jiggling with every step he took. He slammed open the door to leave the school, the lead door hitting the wall with a "SLAM!". The red haired boy felt some one tap his shoulder and he turned around, seeing frat boy Luke Hemmings with his letterman jacket on, the golden 'F' on the chest for 'Fulton High'. To say Michael had a crush on the blonde boy would be an understatement, he was head over heels for Luke,"Hi Michael." He smiled. "H-hi." Michael stammered, "Do you have any plans for tonight?" He asked and the pale boy's heart pounded against his chest, "N-no." He stuttered. "Can you come to my party tonight? Guys, girls, and booze." Luke giggled and Michael blushed a little, "I-I would l-love too." He blushed. "See you at 8 cutie." Luke smiled before walking off and Michael went redder than his hair, he walked home and went inside to take a quick shower since he had gym and was a little sweaty, he was looking through his closet as he tried to find something somewhat presentable to wear. He settled on an Iron Maiden tshirt, skinnies that were a little too tight on his thighs and bubble butt, combat boots, a leather jacket, and a grey beanie. Michael looked at his reflection in the mirror,  frowning a little when the button on his jeans looked like it could pop off any second and his belly spilling a little over the waist band. He looked at his phone and saw it was already 7:30, people were probably already at the party and Luke probably wouldn't mind if he showed up early. He jogged downstairs and walked out the door, sending his mum a text saying he was out with friends so she didn't flip out when he wasn't home, he walked down the street to Luke's house and saw lights flashing from inside the gigantic 3 story house. Michael's house was pretty much the same except for it being full with people all the damn time, Michael walked up to the door and you could hear rock music booming from the house from a mile away. He opened the door and the aroma of alchol, drugs, and sweat filled his nostrils and he grimaced at the foul smell, "MICHAEL!" Luke cheered as he hugged the chubby boy, Luke wasn't drunk or high and this took Michael by surprise as he was being so nice even though he was so popular and Michael so...not. "C'mon, let's get you a drink." Luke smiled as he pulled Michael to the kitchen, handing him a red cup with a red liquid inside, Michael took a sip and immediately knew what it was; fruit punch spiked with vodka. Michael and Luke were just sitting in the kitchen, drink after drink making its way down Michael's throat, Michael was buzzed and was drunk enough to do stupid stuff, but not drunk enough he wouldn't remember what happened tonight. The frat boy took the red headed boy's hand and lead him upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it, he heard a soft sniffle and saw Michael laying on his back with a couple tears sliding down his cheeks. "Hey, hey baby what's wrong?" Luke asked as he sat next to Michael and pulled the drunk boy into his chest, "You don't love me." Michael pouted. "I want you to love me so bad, but....I know you will never love me because you're cool and I'm not and you're hot and I'm not." Luke bit his lip, "Mikey, can I tell you something?" He asked and Michael nodded as he chugged the rest of the beer in his hand. "I-I do like you, a lot actually." He blushed and Michael dropped the empty red cup in his hand, "H-how could you like me? I'm fat and ugly." He pouted and Luke's heart sank. "No you aren't,  you're beautiful." He smiled and the red haired boy rapidly shook his head, "I can prove that I love you." Luke smirked and cupped Michael's face, kissing him harder and Michael froze, but melted into Luke's soft lips as he put his arms around his neck and was laying down on his back with Luke hovering over him. Luke's hand slid up Michael's shirt and rubbed his soft tummy, making Michael blush a little but he didn't mind it, it felt nice. He took off his leather jacket and Luke pulled off the grey beanie, tossing them aside and Michael fiddled with the button off his jeans, popping them open and pressure was taken off his belly, it pudging out more. Luke pulled away and took off his letterman jacket, his tshirt and skinnies so he was now just black boxers, Luke hovered over Michael and kissed around his chubby torso, leaving a few purple hickies behind and Michael's and his moans echoed the room. "Luke, fuck me please." Michael moaned, "What was that kitten?" Luke asked as he pulled Michael's boxers off and threw then on the pile off clothes. "Luke fuck me please!" He yelped and he turned onto his tummy, Luke reached into his nightstand drawer and grabbed a lubricated condom, rolling it on and putting his tip in Michael's tight hole, "Luke please!" Michael shouted and Luke pounded into him, making him grunt. Luke pounded into him harder, making the bed slam against the wall, he pounded hard and hit Michael's prostate, making him the red headed boy moan out as he was about to reach his high. "Luke, I-I can't h-hold out m-much longer." Michael grunted as Luke thrusted softly a couple times, "Cum for me baby." Luke whispered as he pounded once more and that sent Michael over the edge, releasing his load all over his stomach and the sheets, Luke came in the condom after seeing Michael reach his hand and time she blonde boy pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it out as well as taking off the soiled sheets. Michael slipped his boxers back on as did Luke after he put on a new sheet and comforter, "You believe that I love you now?" He smirked as he pulled Michael on the bed, wrapping his strong muscular arms around him and Michael held his hand, "Yep." Michael grinned and yawned at the end. "Aw, go to sleep kitty." Luke cooed and caressed Michael's pale cheek with his free hand until Michael fell asleep in his arms, he placed a kiss on Michael's temple and nuzzled his head in the crook of his neck. "Sweet dreams beautiful." He whispered before he fell asleep.

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