we don't care [muke af]

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From / Mikey

Baby Boy, I'm outside.

Luke zipped up his hoodie, putting his phone into the back of his jean pockets. He headed down the stairs slowly, missing each creak in the steps. His brother was still awake—even at 3 in the morning. Ever since the eldest Hemmings came back home after college, the whole house has been different.

The dynamics are off in the household once more.

Luke took steps through the kitchen, still tip-toeing through the laundry room. He opened the back door, closing it slowly and locking it. He went around the house, meeting Michael's truck on the side road.

He hopped in the passenger seat, leaning over the consul to quickly kiss his lover. "Hi," Luke whispered even though there was no reason to stay quiet.

Michael smiled, not able to take his eyes of Luke. He leant in again, kissing him. "Hey," he responded.

He sat back in his seat, checking to make sure Luke was buckled up before putting the car into drive.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" Luke asked as they pulled onto the hallway, heading toward Mike's loft once more.

"You know that really loud neighbor of mine?"

"Skunk hair?"

"Yeah," he responded with a chuckle, "He has his girlfriend over and they're going at it like fucking rabbits. Made me miss you."

"Aw, how romantic," Luke said, radiating sarcasm.

Michael placed his hand on Luke's thigh, his fingers tracing the seam of his skinny jeans. Mike wasn't even wearing real pants: he was in dark blue boxer shorts, knowing Luke wasn't going to care about his pale, hairy legs.

Luke placed his hand on top, clawing at calluses on Mike's finger tips.

The drive to Mike's apartment was as silent as the night outside. The stars were shining bright, and so were Luke's eyes. Outside air was cold, and so were Mike's hands. Luke traced the older man's fingernails, lifting his hand up to kiss at each knuckle.

They pulled into the parking garage fifteen minutes past the hour. The parking garage attendant was used to Michael bringing home the younger boy, only to drive him back an hour later.

Luke didn't look seventeen, so no one ever asked questions. He was just a boy, and Michael was just a man.

Mike took him inside, leading him up the stairs and through the corridors. He arrived at his front door, unlocking it and pushing him inside.

Luke turned around, facing his boyfriend with a grin.

They attacked each other with roaming hands and puckered lips. Michael pushed him against the closed closet door, his hands unbuttoning Luke's jeans and letting them slide to the tiled floors.

His hands went down Luke's legs, cupping the back of his thighs. Luke lifted himself, trusting Michael to carry him.

Michael picked him up. On instinct, Luke's legs wrapped around Michael's waist, grinding his member against Mike's own.

He led them upstairs, dumping the shorter boy upon the unmade bedsheets. The upper head light was still on, just the way Michael left it. Luke put his hands below his head, watching Michael crawl up the bed and to Luke's mouth.

Michael had his hands on either side of Luke's torso as he straddled his body. Luke relaxed his head, letting his eyes close and mouth open with bliss. He sighed contently.

Mike's hands roamed Luke's body, cupping his chest and squeezing.

"Ow, fuck, don't do that."

The brunette sat up, turning his head to the side. "I thought you liked chest play."

Luke covered his chest, suddenly ashamed of his body. "It hurt."

Mike put his hand back on Luke's chest, applying pressure from his thumb to Luke's nipple, watching him jolt with shock.

"I said that hurt!" He whined. He placed his elbows on the bed, half-sitting up.

His dark eyebrows furrowed, "I don't think that's normal but okay." He leant down, kissing him once more.

Luke tried to get into it, but any drive for sex seemed to leave his body quickly. He let Michael lay on top of him, grind down on him.

It was two minutes—which felt like eternity—later when Luke finally put a stop to it. He placed his hands on Michael's chest, pushing him up. "Baby, I'm just—I'm not in the mood."

Mike sat up, trying to hide the disappointment with a smile. "Okay," he said. He rolled off of him, stretching out his back and placing his feet on the ground.

"I'm sorry."

Michael leant over, giving him a loving kiss on the cheek. "No, Baby, it's alright." Mike understood that Luke was little and Mike had to place that in extra consideration. He knows the age gap is large and isn't really okay, he knows that Luke isn't mentally there even if the teenager likes to believe he is.

Luke stood up, pulling at his boxers. "Can you drive me back?

Mike made grabby hands towards him, pulling him by the seam of his shirt. "Can I just hold you for a minute?"

The blonde giggled, gladly sitting in the lap of the older man. He wrapped his arms around Michael's neck as Mike wrapped his arms around Luke's waist.

"I want you to know I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I really mean it, Lukey."

Luke sat back, "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No," he laughed, "I just want to make sure you know." Michael pecked Luke's chin, letting his lips linger. "You don't really seem like yourself, are you sure everything is okay? With us?"

Luke nodded, leaning his forehead against Michael's. Blue eyes met green and they both smiled into the moment. "I'm sure, everything is perfect. Everything is perfect with you."