5sos Blurb Book #2

muke

badboy!michael wasn't who everyone thought he was when it came to his boyfriend. everyone thought that maybe he wasn't the best for a relationship, 'the chivalry dead.'
but that wasn't true at all.
he treated luke like a prince, luke was his princess, and he protected him from anything that brought harm. michael couldn't sleep unless luke was wrapped in his tattooed arms at night, sometimes listening to luke mumbling words in his sleep.
but three months after coming out with their two year relationship, everyone finally realized how sweet and protective he was to his baby.
so there they were, the two boys, standing in the frigid air, luke's arms around his waist tightly and his face in michael's chest, trying to hide from the cold. michael had one arm around him, his hand pressing into his lower back, his other hand in luke's hair.
'you cold baby?' he asked and luke shrugged, inhaling his smell of leather and fresh tattoo ink. michael hummed and leaned down to start trailing sultry kisses on his neck, luke tipping his head.
'm-michael, there's people coming.' he squeaked.
'mmm, better show 'em what's mine hm?' he smirked and luke moaned when he bit his sweet spot.
'hey luke-' the boy unfamiliar to michael trailed off when he saw what was happening. luke pushed michael off his neck.
'hey niall, what's up?'
'oh uh-' he glanced at michael, seeing his glare behind luke. 'i was wondering when you wanted to do the project.'
so michael drew circles on luke's hips as he sorted out whatever the fuck it was, all michael knew is that jealously was seeping into him.
'bye luke!! uh..bye michael.' he mumbled when he ran away and michael sighed, peeling his hands away.
'hey, what's wrong?' luke asked and michael exhaled and shrugged casually. 'what?'
'why don't you date him?' he asked. luke rolled his eyes.
'micha-'
'no i'm actually asking luke.'
luke furrowed his eyebrows and asked a 'what?'
'he just..' he sighed. 'i don't know..he's small and cute and..is..not me.'
'what are you saying..' he shook his head, not understanding.
'he isn't feared by people and i swear he's probably never broken a bone, let alone up to four ribs in a fist fight. he's normal, luke. he doesn't have tattoos or an eyebrow piercing or a cocky disposition or-or..he's not dumb..' he sighed, his eyes showing his heart break.
'you're right, he doesn't.'
luke grabbed his collar and pulled him down.
'he also doesn't have the danger, the hotness, the comedy, the charm, the chivalry.'
michael looked at him.
'he doesn't have shitty calloused fingertips and cigarette smoke and hot touches and hair dye that i fucking love.'
michael lifted his eyebrows, never hearing his goody goody say that many swears.
'he's not you, you aren't him, and i only love one of you.' he pulled him closer. 'personally, i'd take motorcycle exhaust over hairspray any day.' and he kissed him hard, michael smirking against his lips.