Michael x Luke

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He suddenly pulled away and gave me a hard look, he looked upset, angry even. "Just this once, please. Please let me have this." I begged, my chin trembled as I rubbed my already hard cock against him.

"Just this once." He repeated, his voice low and rough as he stopped my movements, "are you sure?" His fingers found there way under my chin and tilted it upwards, his expression stayed the same.

I felt like I was on the verge of tears, "Please." I tried to move my head but it was impossible with the way he was holding my chin. I didn't care that was dating my friend . It's selfish of me I know that but I just didn't care.

 
The longer he stays the more nervous I became, "Go up to my room and wait for me, don't do anything." He released my chin.

My eyes widened, "What?"

"Go up to my room and wait for me." He repeated, this more gently. I nodded and scurried up the stairs to his room.

 
I sat on the edge of the bed waiting as minutes went by. The nervous feeling came back. I waited another few minutes until I shook my head and stood up. I was stupid, so fucking stupid to think for a second that my straight best friend would have sex with me.

I was already out the door when I heard a voice behind me, "Where are you going Luke?"

I didn't look back, "Leaving." I muttered.

"What happened to just this once?" I felt my blood boil but I didn't say anything and just kept walking, "okay well then I'll see you later I guess." He replied sounding completely unbothered.

I stopped walking and felt a lump start to form in my throat. The anger slowly vanished and was now replaced with a wave of sadness that washed over me. Just like that? He's not even going to mention it? Well I mean it is better that he doesn't mention it so I know he doesn't hate me. I felt a dull ache in my chest and the urge to cry came back.

All of a sudden I felt a hand grip my shoulder and pull me back all the way inside his room.

He locked the door behind him before setting me on the bed, "You went from desperately begging me like a pathetic mess to fuck you to wanting to storm out and not look back."

I rolled my eyes, "I wasn't begging you asshole."

"Okay first off don't you ever roll your eyes at me again. Second tell that to your trembling chin and glassy eyes."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay first off," I mimicked his tone, "Or yeah? What are you going to do about it? Second you must be seeing things." I didn't know I was doing. I knew better than to have an attitude, especially with him.

I felt his fingers thread their way through my hair before he took a fistful and pulled, "How about you try that again." He whispered against the shell of my ear.

"Don't touch me." I hissed and went to punch him but he gripped my wrist. His expression stayed the same.

"You have two choices, one you leave my house and we never talk about this again and you'll never have this opportunity again. Two you stay put and let me fuck you." He let go of my wrist.

My lips pursed. He's still giving me a choice. I glanced at the door then to him then down at my lap. I stayed put.

"And you're sure you want this?"

I nodded, "I'm sure."

He hummed, "How do you want to do this?"

"Why are you asking me?" I wondered, my words came out sounding squeaky.

"You want this, it's your show."

"Are you saying you don't?"

"I want this as much as you want it." He murmured before dragging me to the center of the bed laying me down before positioning himself on top of me. "Tell me or I'll have my way with you."