Masterpieces {Book 2}

Hold on till may

Credit; mine

Requested by Writeroftomorrow

The request; 'a muke/mashton type au where Michael gets teased for his pudge in the locker rooms.'

-whenever i get requests for muke i feel weird about writing it (y'all kno why) but i love challenges in writing so!-

I'll try my best!

Enjoy ;)

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Bubbles of Paranoia and anxiety fill the pit of Michaels stomach as the bell rings, signaling the end of 4th period. Next was P.E., Michael's worst subject, as making a fool of himself in front of the entire male student body wasn't exactly the highlight of his day. He often skipped class to avoid humiliation, but now he was barely passing with a D average and he needed to make it all up before he graduates.

Michael gets up from his desk, flinging his backpack over his shoulder as he makes his way into the crowded hallways. His breath staggers as different scenarios that could happen pop into his head. The thing was, it wasn't even the class itself that had Michael feeling like he needed to empty out his breakfast contents into the toilet. It was the lockers. Where guys both straight or gay, obviously the arrogant jocks, judged everything from penis sizes to wether you had abs or not to body shaming of all types.

You'd think when the slightly overweight football star Calum Hood committed suicide two summers ago, the antagonizing bullying would stop. But no, and it makes Michael sick because Calum had an eating disorder and was one of the most sweetest people Michael had ever met. His picture was in the hall of fame, and even though Michael was a senior now, he'll always remember how Calum would shoot Michael smiles and give him hugs even when the kiwi boy was dying internally, and then eventually literally.

Just as Michael was heading into the gym, he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns to face Luke. Luke Robert Hemmings who was quarterback of norwest, and the biggest prick known to humanity. Michael rolls his eyes as Luke motioned for Mike to follow him. Of course Luke wouldn't converse with him directly. Michael didn't know what the fuck he and Luke had going on but he didn't like it one bit.

It all started when Michael caught Luke wanking in one of the hidden janitors closet (don't ask) and Luke had grabbed Michael's hand, locked the door behind them and started to grind his hips against Michael's.

The rest is history.

Point is, After getting each other off (or often, Michael just getting Luke off) Luke would threaten to strangle the blond boy if he told anyone, then proceeded to be a major jerk to Michael in front of everyone else. Which is why he sighs as he follows Luke to their usual closet. When they're both inside with the door locked, Michael crosses his arms protectively over his undefined, unimpressive chest.

"We're gonna be late for class, Luke." Luke shrugs, taking a step towards Michael and placing his eager hands on his hips.

"Shhh princess, that's not important right now." Luke brings a finger to Michael's lips to trail across them delicately. They were so pink and full, and...fuckable. Michael's pale cheeks tint in pink as Luke begins to bring his own lips to the base of Mikey's neck, letting his tongue lap hotly over the new and old forming bruises.

((A/n: this is vv awkward to write Bc cake af ok continue))

Michael accidentally lets a tiny moan slip out of his mouth and Luke smirks, starting to suck marks into Michael's collarbones now.