pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

014°

Luke

"The movie scared the shit out of me," I commented once we made it out of the cinema. I was still grasping Michael's hand tightly, in fear of my imaginary danger that could attack me.

"Pretty prominently, I suppose," he gestured at how tight I was holding onto him.

"Sorry, I just..." I loosened my grip as my face flushed red. I felt it tighten again and I smiled.

"You know, I never thought I would enjoy your company, Luke," Michael speaks as we walk towards the pedestrian crossing. "I mean, we are like two very different people, I guess..."

"What an honor," I sarcastically say as he pulled me into a cafe. "You like cafes huh?"

"Like them a little bit too much, what do you want to order?" He sheepishly grinned at me as we walked to the counter.

"An iced tea would be fine," I tell him, our hands disconnect as I went to find a seat for both of us.

The place was pretty quiet and peaceful as it wasn't very full. There were a few business men sipping their espressos while scrolling through their computers, probably looking at documents, or secretly reading porn (just because reading would seem more normal).

I found a quiet corner that had two seats and decided to station myself there and started to silently stare into space and go into my own world.

"What are you thinking about?" I hear Michael say and I looked up at him from my daze, observing that his now blonde hair had draped flatly over his forehead.

"Nothing, I was-uh just staring into space," I mumbled, taking my iced tea from him.

"You're cute when you stare into space," he comments and my cheeks flush with red.

"Oh shut up," I said, clearly embarrassed, and he dragged a chair next to me so that I was cornered - not that I was complaining.

I nervously sipped my iced tea as Michael played with my skirt, tangling and untangling the fabric between his thick fingers. His palm would occasionally graze the skin of my thigh, giving me little tingly sensations that I love.

"How's that iced tea?" He asked out of the blue and I just giggled and told him it was good and yummy.

By that time, his hand had already rested itself on my thigh and Michael was using his thumb to rub circles on my skin. I could feel my manhood start to stiffen as every second passed. He would lightly squeeze my thigh in short intervals and it gave me extreme goosebumps.

"Michael?" I whimpered under his touch.

"Mmhm?" He answered me, as if he wasn't doing anything to me.

"Could you go higher..?" I mumbled, my cheeks going red.

This wasn't the ideal behaviour to put up when you're in a cafe.