Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

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There's only so many excuses Michael can make up before somebody realises he's leaving the house too often. Michael doesn't care. His kids are old enough to be independent and they don't need him, and Leah doesn't care anymore. He feels like he has a responsibility to let them know that he won't be home, though, so he leaves a note on the kitchen table. He can't bare to tell anyone in person because he's a coward.

He needs Luke.

When he's with Luke, everything is okay. Michael's world is brighter and everything makes sense. He feels like he can do anything. When he's not with Luke, he feels empty and his world is various shades of grey.

Luke is the only one who understands him. God, they don't do anything but fuck and Michael would do anything Luke asked of him. Set the world on fire? Not a problem.

He doesn't actually know a lot about Luke. He doesn't know how Luke became a stripper or what his family is like or where he grew up. He doesn't know if Luke prefers cats or dogs, if he drinks if he smokes if he even cares about Michael at all.

He doesn't know if Luke's as excited to see him as he is to see Luke whenever he walks in the door. He doesn't know if Luke prefers riding or missionary or doggy style, they usually just go with what works at the time.

It's almost always rushed. Either Michael needs to get back to work or there's a customer waiting for Luke, but they've only had the time to take it slow a few times.

Michael wants to take it slow again.

The music is blaring when Michael walks inside, as it usually is, and his eyes find Luke's immediately. Luke doesn't see Mike though, he's too focussed on what he's doing.

Luke is on stage and it is one of the most provocative things in the world. Michael loves it.

Although he doesn't know much about Luke, he knows Luke's dream is to be a dancer. Not a stripper dancer like he is now, but a real, famous and on Broadway, dancer. Michael has the funds to keep Brittany dancing for the rest of her life if she wanted to, but nobody can pay for Luke to get to NYC. He wants to work for Ballet Deviare, a contemporary ballet company in New York. Michael knows that much about him at least.

And by the way he has the crowd enthralled, Michael knows Luke will make it one day.

The blond boy is erotic and exciting. He kneels on the stage and spreads his legs, neck thrown back as his hand touches his member through the dance pants. He's not actually touching himself - it's not live porn - he's just getting the audience excited.

Michael knows the exact moment Luke sees him through the throngs of people. Michael can see how Luke's eyes light up with happiness, like Michael turned a switch and the bright blue eyes are now incandescent light bulbs. Then Luke's eyes widen and he smirks, letting Michael know he's doomed. Luke turns up the sexiness to a thousand, really laying it on thick.

He dances in beat to the song, his long legs shown off in splits and other movements Michael doesn't know the names of. At one point, Luke makes 'come hither' motions with his fingers as one of his legs is up by his head. God, Michael never knew Luke was that flexible.

A few other employees eye Michael up as he sits alone, but even Michael knows the rule: don't steal someone's regular, no matter what. Michael is Luke's regular. Michael is his, Goddammit.

Luke spends another ten minutes on stage and when his turn is over he makes a beeline for Michael. He doesn't even stop to get a towel or water, instead plants himself on Michael's lap, sweaty and panting.

"Hey, Lukey," he murmurs, running his hands along Luke's thighs.

"Hi, daddy."

Michael raises his eyebrows at the petname. It doesn't come up very often, only a handful of times since they started this, but it turns Michael on more than anything. The word doesn't have the same effect if anyone else were to call him that, just Luke.

"You danced so prettily up there."

"Did you like it?"

"Of course I did, baby. You wanna go somewhere a little more private?"

Luke cocks his head and laughs a little. "You mean the sex rooms?"

Michael leans forward and almost forgets about the no-kissing rule. If Luke's boss or co-workers saw the two kissing, it would be a shit-storm. The employees aren't supposed to kiss the customers. "Yeah. Let's go so I can kiss you."

Luke jumps off of Michael's lap eagerly and grabs the man's hand, dragging him to the back of the club. The second the door closes behind them, Michael is all over Luke. He moves them so Luke's back is pressed flat against the door and Michael begins to kiss him.

It's messy and a little sloppy, Luke always kisses like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance. When they need to pause to breathe, Michael moves down to Luke's neck. The blond's skin is so warm. It is not going as slow as he wanted it to, but he loves it. Luke could do anything and Michael would love it. Michael loves Luke.

He pulls back, moving to sit on the sofa-like bench lining the perimeter of the room.

"Dance for daddy, baby. Show me what you can do."

Luke grins and starts to dance. It's not the same kind of erotic dancing he did on stage, but it's also not the same as Brittany's ballet. It's in the middle, like provocative contemporary, if that's a thing.

All Michael knows is that Luke is the sexiest person on the planet.

When Luke is done, he plants himself back on Michael's lap, giggling into the man's chest. "Oh my god, that was so awkward."

Michael snorts, wrapping his arms around Luke's middle. "Please, you're the hottest person I know."

"How many people do you know, old man?"

Michael pulls Luke closer, so he's sitting directly on Michael's dick. So Luke can feel how hard he is and that he is not an old man, thank you.

"Can I eat you out?"

Luke visibly shudders at Michael's words, like just the thought of Michael's tongue on his hole excites him.

"Please," he whispers.

Michael gives Luke a minute to get on all fours before he pulls Luke's underwear down. Luke has a nice ass, Michael notes. It's not too big but it's not flat either, Michael is happy to bury his face in such a nice ass.

He grabs each cheek with his hands, pulling them apart to reveal the pink hole. He tentatively licks over it and Luke moans, making Michael do it again. Michael then rolls his tongue before sticking it in. He tongue-fucks Luke and before long the blond's arms are buckling until he falls. Michael doesn't stop, removing one of his hand's from Luke's ass to put it on Luke's dick.

The combined feeling of a tongue in his hole and a hand stroking his dick sets Luke off, and he comes all over Michael's hand. Michael pulls his tongue out immediately, not wanting to overstimulate his boy.

His boy.

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Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! School is killing me ): Updates will be more regular though!