the last brushstroke destroys the painting [muke af]

fourteen

fourteen

"You've never been drunk?" Luke looked up at Michael, trying not to laugh.

"Stop laughing!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Wait here." Luke let go of their entwined hands, quickly ushering into the liquor store they passed.
Michael waiting outside, not sure why Luke made him wait. He stared up at the night sky, it was barely noticeable. The skyline was so tall, the clouds and stars not visible.

Luke wasn't sure if Michael was even a teenager. Maybe he was just born as the eighteen-year-old bastard he seems to be now. Luke knows Mike never really went to school, he was homeschooled. He knows Michael never really made friends, he knows he never got drunk nor high. He just kind of existed his entire life.

Luke walked out five minutes later, plastic bags crinkling in his hands. He had a smile on his face as he connected their hands again. "I love getting ID'd."

Michael laughed, "Why?"

"Makes me feel young again."

"Is that the only reason you bang me? To feel young again?" Michael joked. He swung their hands back and forth, giggling at nothing in particular.

"Obviously." Luke turned the corner, stepping up to Michael's complex building. His doorman nodded at the two as he let them through.

Mike dragged into the elevator, pressing his body up against the glass back. He kissed the sides of Luke's mouth, nuzzling their noses together. "I'm so happy when I'm with you," he said.

Luke kissed him, dropping his bags on the floor to press his hands to Michael's cheeks. Their lips connected in such a slow, heated moment, it was everything Luke needed at the moment. It was everything Michael ever needed.

Michael wouldn't mind losing everything as long as he had the blonde boy at his side. "We got twenty five more floors, wanna fuck?" Mike looked up at the numbers ticking.

Luke kissed his bobbing Adam's apple before pushing him away. "No, I'm not an Ed Sheeran song."

Mike lifted up Luke's hand, kissing each knuckle. "Baby, I could get you coming in no time." He placed Luke's index finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the callused skin.

His blue eyes watched the younger boy, he swallowed a lump in his throat before retracting his finger. "Nope, I wanna get you drunk, not horny."

Michael pouted out his lower lip. He stepped back before leaning against the glass wall next to Luke. "Do you wanna get tattoos?"

"You're sober and already coming up with crazy ideas."

Michael rolled his eyes before lifting up his shirt, revealing many tattoos. "I learned how to do stick-and-pokes, look at them." He stepped closer until his stomach pressed against Luke's hand, "Look."

Luke laughed, pushing him away. "I see, they look great, babe."

"Come on, let me do one on you."

The blonde smiled and chewed harder on the gum in his mouth. He always had to have gum in his mouth, it made him feel less awkward in most social situations. As smokers go through a pack of cigarettes a day, Luke probably goes through a pack of gum every day. "Maybe."

"I need a sober yes," Michael said. The elevator ringed, letting them exist onto Michael's floor.

The way his complex worked was fairly different than Luke's, mostly because the square footage was ten times more. Each floor had two lofts, one to the left, one to the right.