heavy dirty soul| muke

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deux

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Michael's body was sprawled on the king sized bed in his hotel room, tired from the 15 hour flight from Sydney to LA. His head was still pounding from the noises the fans made at the airport, he had to keep up that smile even tho he wanted to flip a table over.

He reached a hand into his pocket to find his phone. Michael clicked his tongue, his fingers taking him to his Instagram feed.

While he was scrolling through pictures he avoided liking, he stumbled upon a close up picture of his favorite boy. Michael's green eyes took their time to devour the boy's beautiful features, from the baby pale skin to the dirty blond hair and mesmerizing ocean blue eyes.

Michael was thankful to the fact that he had been following the boy before anyone had time to notice. The black haired boy sucked in his bottom lip as he started going through the blonde's feed.

Michael didn't know much about the boy, except the fact that his name is Luke and that he's only 19. Not to mention the fact he lives in LA, and that he was breathtaking.

"Luke." Michael worded his thoughts, but snapped out of his daze when he saw the new picture Luke posted a few seconds ago.

"Holy shit." Michael breathed out, he sat up letting the picture sink in.

It was Luke, naked, on a motorbike. The only thing separating Michael from heaven was the leather jacket laying on Luke's lap, Michael swore he was about to explode.

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"Did you have a good wank?" Calum smirked at the flushed boy sitting in front of him, he knew the moment Michael stormed through his hotel room that it had something to do with that.

Michael rolled his eyes before turning the tv on, "Do you still have the popcorn you were eating on the plane?"

Calum just threw the half-filled pack of popcorn, aiming it perfectly at Michael's face.

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

"True."

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