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"Luke, listen; you need to stop hanging with that unstable band member." Claudia huffed, massaging her temples.

"Why is it bothering you so much?!" Luke snapped, gritting his teeth creating a cringeworthy sound.

"Because I don't want to deal with you being depressed like a stupid school girl that got fooled by a boy! Especially when your career is hitting up!" She waved her hands around, frasutated by the young blonde who didn't know anything about love.

"Fuck you, Michael isn't fooling around with me. He's just waiting for the right time to ask me to be his boyfriend." Luke stated as a matter of fact-ly, flopping down on the couch grabbing his phone.

"When you wake up and realize he only wants to fuck you, come talk to me." And with that, Claudia left. Leaving Luke to drown in his thoughts, doubting Michael with every minute that passed.

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"You guys should see him, he's so fuckable it's unhealthy." Michael announced, drying his now blond hair with a towel.

"You've been so busy with him you don't hang out with us anymore, are we not cool?" Calum pouted, looking up from his phone screen.

"Mike.. I don't think it's a good idea to mess with him, he's younger than you and naïve." Ashton looked up from his guitar, concern filling his voice.

"Don't worry, it's not like he's looking for something more than just a hook up." Michael rolled his eyes, about to continue to talk about his experience with the blue eyed boy, but his phone rang in his pocket causing him to throw the towel away.

"He's calling."

"Nice."

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Luke was huddled into Michael's chest, watching the movie with intense eyes. Michael's eyes were about to fall out of how many times he had rolled his eyes throughout the cliché scenes.

Luke looked at Michael through hooded eyes, he admired the way the bright lights were reflected on the boy's pale face. Michael looked so good with blond hair, even better than Luke did (Luke admitted it himself).

The blue eyed boy sat up, his fingers playing with the hem of Michael's shirt.

That, caught Michael's attention, leaning in to connect their lips into a soft kiss. Luke moved to straddle Michael's hips, deepening the kiss turning it into a heated make out session.

Luke pulled away, a string of saliva between the pair, conjoining their lips once again into a sloppy kiss.

"Michael." Luke whispered, out of breath.

Michael hummed, gripping Luke's hair pulling him deeper into the kiss.

"Fuck me."

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