Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

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there's talk of smut at the start but its v short so you can skip over it ^.^

major filler chapter but very important

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Luke is moaning and writhing and it's almost too much for Michael. As an adult, he should be able to hold out longer than Luke. The blond is ruining him.

With his mouth pressed tight against Luke's and a hand down the boy's boxers, Michael can't stop thinking about the blowjob he owes Luke. He can't stop thinking about getting his mouth around the boy's cock and sucking him off until he creams in Michael's mouth.

It's kind of disgusting, how badly Michael wants it. He's thirty-five; he's grown. He should be able to control himself.

Luke grinds down on Michael's clothed dick, kissing down Michael's jaw and neck as he unbuttons Michael's previously crisp white shirt. Michael's hands run over Luke's exposed back, the skin warm and smooth, and he thinks fuck it.

"Hey, baby?"

"Mm?" Luke hums, his mouth occupied with sucking on Michael's neck. When he bites too hard Michael winces and Luke apologises with running a tongue over the bruise.

"Mind if I suck you off? Payback. When you were at my house, and I said I owed you one. I owed you a blowjob. Can I- Can I cash in on that now?"

"You wanna suck me off?"

Michael nods enthusiastically. "Really, yeah."

Luke looks skeptical and it takes Michael a minute to realise that he probably doesn't get blowjobs often. Luke's job is to please, not to be pleased.

Michael's gonna please the crap out of him.

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Leah got pregnant with Brittany almost as soon as they were out of high school.

Michael was nineteen, Leah eighteen, when the white stick showed two blue lines. Michael was an intern at some crappy law firm in the city that dealt with one case a year (if they were lucky). Fortunately, they paid well, seeing as the accountant overpaid everyone. With this money, Michael was able to buy him and Leah an average two bedroom flat.

It was perfect for them. It was close to a train station and close to uni for Leah. It was also close to a hospital, so when the time came, they had easy access to get the baby out.

They called the baby 'baby' until she was born. They continued to call her 'baby' until she was three months old and Leah's mother called her Brittany and it stuck.

Brittany May Clifford. They were young, they were in love, they were happy.

A few months later, Michael got offered a job Kensington's, a bigger firm who received new cases constantly and needed new people to work on them, by a family friend. Only problem was that Michael never went to law school. Solution came in the form of the crappy law firm he interned at.

'The most dedicated intern we have ever employed,' the letter of recommendation from the crappy law firm spoke. 'Genuine, respectable young man who is enthusiastic about the world of law and all that it has to offer.'

Kensington's hired him immediately and offered to pay half of his law school tuition.

It was a better deal with better pay, and he and Leah were able to afford a small house. It was perfect timing, seeing as Leah fell pregnant again. Michael was ecstatic, his picturesque life was falling together. Two kids, a nice house, educating himself to prepare for a steady job and a beautiful wife.

He completed law school with a degree and credits in things he never knew existed. Slowly but surely moving up the law firm food chain, Michael was handed more and more important cases. He never lost one.

Ten years passed of almost the exact same thing. They saved enough money to buy a big house and go on yearly vacations across the world. They enrolled Britt in dance classes and encouraged Jake's talent for reading and writing. It was too perfect, it was routine, it was boring.

Michael doesn't do anything about it until he can't stand the awkwardness shrouding him and Leah like a cloud of darkness. He wants his wife back. He wants his happiness back.

Britt's freshly sixteen when Michael's handed a relatively small, average case to work on at the firm. There's no due date, he's told, but a partner and a couple of people from the police station will work with him. A week later, Rocher convinces him to try out a new club in town.

It's perfect for Michael.

He sees Luke dancing on stage, a whirlwind of pale skin and gold glitter. The boy is provocative yet conservative in the way he moves, seducing the crowd like he's been doing it all his life but with an air of classy sophistication. It was a strange contrast that drew Michael in.

Michael goes to the bar and hails down the waitress.

She smiles at him. "What'll it be, love?"

"The pretty blond boy," he points, so she knows. "Is he working? Could I maybe, um, request him?"

She looks shocked for a second and Michael realises she meant what did he want to drink, but she composes herself quickly. Winking at him, she says: "I'll see what I can do for you."

Ten minutes later, he's sat in a room, waiting on the leggy blond. The first time was just a fuck with a pretty boy. The second time, it was pure coincidence that Luke was even there and available. After that, Michael started requesting him.

At home, Michael was making up excuses. 'Staying late at the office' turned into 'going to the bar with a few friends' which turned into 'I'm leaving, be back later'. He feels bad lying to his wife. He's cheating; he's having an affair. He's a monster.

If Leah ever found out, she'd probably smile and hug him and apologise for not being there to help him sort his shit out. She was too good for him. At this point, they're more like best friends than spouses.

Michael wants to provide the world for Leah and thank her for always being there, but now Luke is his world. If he and Luke could elope, they would. Michael knows it isn't some silly crush. They're adults, they've had multiple talks about it. They're in love.

Michael doesn't want to hurt anyone.

The case he's working on is full of dead ends and barriers preventing access to anything useful. He needs to talk to people, find leads, contact his old connections. He needs to snoop, he needs to go out into the field, he needs to analyse everything.

He needs to do what he's been doing for fifteen years.

Michael sighs, his mind flitting back to Luke, like it always does. He needs Luke.

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sorry i havent updated in ages lmao. i dont even know why i havent updated im just sooo busy. ):