Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 23

Author's Note: As of right now I am writing really slowly on my sister's old tiny laptop because my laptop charger broke and UPS sucks. I hardly can write. This bothers me. Sorry if there is any spelling errors because this keyboard sucks and hardly types if you don't press hard on the keys.

The keyboard is like half the size of mine. Ugh. When I get my charger though, I'mma write a really long chapter for this (not this one) and Tainted Love. (3K Words is the goal)

--Warning, little bit of Muke smut--

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The hours went by, and it was Saturday afternoon. We were up in his room, the house quiet. Nobody was there, and Michael told me that when his parents got home they would have lunch prepared.

We were laying on his bed, him on top of me while we were making out. He was shirtless, but that felt natural and comfortable. He stops kissing me for a moment and presses our foreheads together. "I like you." He tells me.

"I like you, too." I reply.

He pressed his waist against mine, and I felt something hard and I knew what it was. I thought about it for a moment, and moved my hands to his jeans. He looks at me, and then down to where my hands were traveling and then repeated.

I unbutton his jeans and tug at them a bit and he hurriedly begins to pull them down. He throws them on the ground and I shakily begin to gently touch his bulge. When kissing me his mouth opens slightly to moan a few times.

I wasn't sure if what I was doing was right, so I went with it.

Then we hear a knock on his door. "My parents aren't supposed to be home." He says, getting off of me. "Who's there?" He asks.

"Dad." I hear a man's voice through the door.

"Wait a minute, I'll be to the door in a second." Michael says, pulling his jeans and shirt on quickly. He opens the door and his father steps in.

"Hi." He says to Michael then looks at me. "Oh hello Luke, how are you?" He asks me.

"I'm fine sir, yourself?" I smile awkwardly. I was just touching his son, so this was very uncomfortable.

I think he knew that something was tense, but he did not bring attention to it. "I'm okay. Say Mike, you two should go do something. I'll give you money and you could just get lunch somewhere." His father smiles. Michael smiles as well and slightly nods. His father grabs his wallet and gives him a fifty, and then without another word leaves.

"That was awkward." I admit.

"I don't know, I think it is absolutely wonderful to have you be touching me moments before my dad walks in." He jokes, but I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down. "But I am going to consider this a date, so after you ma'am." Michael smirks, holding the door open for me.

"Bitch." I curse at him, walking past him into the hallway.

"Jerk." He responds, and though I can't see him I knew that he was smiling.

I got that reference and it made me happy.

We head downstairs and Michael slips his shoes on and I do the same. "Bye." Michael says, and we leave the house. "We could drive, but I want us to be all sappy and walk around with, like, our hands.. like, holding. Dammit, I was trying to be romantic, sorta. Why am I awkward?" He whines the last line and I chuckle. He could be cute. I have never really seen this side of him besides that day during lunch. Even then he wasn't exactly romantic, just proving he could be a better person to me.

I move my hand to touch his and he locks our fingers together and I felt my heart flutter at the public gesture. We walk down the streets of houses, and a gas station, but we continue to go to the center of town. We gained some weird looks from people, others just glancing at our faces then hands. But it was 2015, it wasn't like we weren't going to be accepted. Because not many people seemed disgusted, some just looked at us quickly not really caring and others smiled. It made me happy that I could walk around town with my.. boyfriend? Yeah. Boyfriend.

The day didn't consist of much. We shared a sandwich from a deli, got ice cream, sat in a park and talked, and now we were walking to the playground across town. It was almost 7:00 in the evening. It was nice spending this much time with Michael without him being rude or violent or walking away from me.

We did not have much to say as we walked side by side to the playground. I saw the bright blue colors of the slides, the bright green of the tunnels, and I saw a few teenage guys playing basketball at the court next to the playground. The only reason adults or teens went there, not for the sake of a sibling or another child, was to play tennis, basketball, softball or baseball, or something with the field.

"I don't wanna go." Michael mumbled, stopping in his tracks. I see him glancing at the guys over on the court and I frown.

"Why?" I ask, not recognizing the boys.

"Those guys are super seniors. They were friends who did not get enough credits but want to graduate but were always getting suspensions and such. They are body builders and from my understanding, extremely homophobic." He explains.

"Act like we're friends, not boyfriends." I advise.

"I have already been called gay and faggot by them because they go to our school, Luke. They know we're gay." He tells me, watching them still.

"If they bother us we'll leave." I tell him, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. We just spent a half hour walking and I want to be all romantic and play on the playground with him.

I sound childish. But I don't care.

He just sighs as I grab his hand and squeeze it gently. I haven't really seen Michael scared before. But no kids were at the playground, they were probably at home. We walk across the wood chips and I sit on the far right swing and he sits next to me. I just move back as far as I can walk and lift my feet up.

I don't pump my legs and let the swing stop by itself. "You're so cute." Michael says to me. I look down sheepishly and smile to myself.

"And you're hot." I respond shyly.

"You're gaining confidence." He points out.

I just nod and when I look up I see the three unknown boys walking our way. I hit Michael gently on the arm a few times and he looks up as well. But we were too busy flirting to realise, and they were too close now to try and run away.

"Clifford, you used to be chill then you hang out with this faggot? You lost your status. Tell me it was a joke." One of the guys asks Michael, and I am guessing they used to be friends or something. I wasn't sure. Michael was friends with just about everyone.

"It was a joke." Michael whispers, looking at my guiltily. I knew he probably didn't mean it, and was scared of the guys - but now the attention was on me.