-- Michael's Pov --
I woke up to the loss of Luke's body warmth. I opened my eyes and looked around seeing Luke at the edge of the bed stretching. I squinted my eyes so it looked like I was sleeping but I was actually admiring his body. He was still naked from last night. He stood up finding boxers and putting them on. I saw him look over at me and smile.
"My boy," he said to himself, "I love him. He's my everything. I love him."
I couldn't help but moved the blankets over my mouth so I could smile. Luke went over and got a pair of sweatpants. As he put them on he smiled. He walked over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to me. I closed my eyes all of the way.
"Oh, Michael," he said, "I wish you knew how much you mean to me. How much I love you. Actually, love is an understatement. I wish the world was only me and you. I would die for you. I'd do anything for you and I know you'd do the same. You're perfect body, your perfect, well, everything. Last night made me love you even more. I didn't even think that was possible. We trust each other. We love each other but are we boyfriends? We never made it official. I don't even care, I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. Labels don't matter as long as I can call you mine."
He layed down next to me. I moved so my head was on his chest and he started playing with my hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted my leg across his.
"Are you comfortable now?" Luke asked laughing.
"Not yet," I said squeezing him and moving as close as I could, "Now I am."
He laughed and rested his chin on the top of my head.
"I love you Luke," I said moving my head so I could hear his heart beat.
"I love you too Michael," he said wrapping his hands around me.
I started drawing hearts with my finger on his stomach. He moved one of his hands to my head and he started to play with my hair again. I heard his stomach growl.
"You hungry Luke?" I asked sitting up.
"No," he said whining, "I was comfortable."
I grabbed his hand, "Where do you want to go for breakfast? It's on me."
"No," He said sitting up, "You're not paying."
I smiled, "Get dressed!"
"You're the one without clothes!" Luke laughed throwing me some boxers.
We both got dressed and put on our shoes.
"Wait," Luke said pulling me into the bathroom, "We have to brush our teeth."
I smiled as we brushed our teeth. When we were done we smiled at each other and kissed. The kiss lasted longer than usual. We kept kissing, then Luke licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I allowed and again, we didn't fight for dominance. Our tongue's and lips moved in harmony. Still kissing, he pulled me over to his bed. I smiled and we fell onto the bed. I was on the bottom.
The kisses had love and want, no lust. We were just enjoying each other. As we stopped, I looked deep into his eyes. I was still on the bottom. We looked into each others eyes and Luke put his lips on mine. It was a simple kiss with a lot of meaning.
"Lets go," he said smiling.
"Fine," I smiled.
He kissed me one last time before we got up. We held hands walking out of the house.
"Where do you want to go?" Luke asked me.
"Pancakes?" I asked.
"Correct answer," Luke said taking car keys out of his pocket.
"Since when did you have a car?" I asked as he pulled me to a red car.
"It's my mom," he said opening the door for me. I smiled and got in. We kissed before he shut the door and I watched him come around to his door. He looked at someone before he got into the car.
"Doubtful," he said to the person. I looked over and saw the door to my house shut.
"Who was that?" I asked looking at his face.
"It was your step mom," he said starting the car, "it wasn't important."
"Tell me," I said turning towards him.
He looked over into my eyes, "She said we will get sick of each other soon but that's not possible."
I smiled and took his hand, "Not possible."
As we drove to the pancake place, we held hands. He turned on the music and we sat there listening to the radio. I played with his fingers as we drove. How can I get sick of him? I love him so much.
-- Luke's Pov --
The pancake house is a 40 minute drive. It was silent and it was unusual for Michael to be this quiet. I kept looking over at him every once in a while to see his facial expression. He started playing with my fingers making me smile, but as I looked on his face he looked worried. I hope he isn't caught up in what Lillian said. She's an idiot. I squeezed his hand and he was zoned out.
"Michael," I said. He didn't even notice. He was caught up in his own thoughts. I turned my attention back to the road. We still have 30 more minutes. Michael took his hand away from my hand and covered his face.
"Michael?" I said again, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," he said shaking his head, "I just-" he stopped and looked over at me, "I'm never going to lose you."
I smiled and continued looking at the road, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said taking my hand again.
He started playing with my bracelets and smiled to himself. I know what he was thinking, but we will never leave each other.
"This one is for being you," Michael said kissing my hand.
"This one is for last night," He kissed my hand again.
"This one is for my love for you," he kissed my hand again.
"This one is out of pure love," he kissed my hand again.
He kept going on and he filled my head with reasons to never let him go.
