heavy dirty soul| muke

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Luke cuddled closer to Michael's chest, the duo were having a Breaking Bad marathon in Luke's hotel room. Michael's hair was dripping with water, he was so sweaty from tonight's show.

The blonde nuzzled his nose into Michael's neck, the scent of salt popcorn filling his nostrils.

"Gimme some." He whined, making Michael chuckle softly.

Michael placed a popcorn piece to Luke's lips, watching the blonde eat it like a hedgehog, but what took him by surprise when Luke started sucking on his thumb. Michael gulped down the thick lump in his throat at the sight of the boy, his other fingers cupping Luke's chin.

"Fuck."

Luke pulled away with a giggle, licking his lips, never breaking eye contact. He fingers ghosted over Michael's crotch, the out,one of his hardened cock prominent through his jeans.

"Luke-"

"Okay, that's it." A voice boomed through the room causing both boys to jolt up.

Luke glared at Claudia, who stood there with her hands crossed against her chest, scowling quickly before moving his gaze back to Michael.

"Lover boy, out." She instructed, pointing her finger to the door, signaling for him to get out real quick.

"And who are you to make him leave?" Luke shot back, standing up from the couch.

"Your publicist, friend, and guardian."

The blonde scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So?"

"So? So?! Luke, can't you see what he has turned you into? A freaking sex addict with no motivation in life other than getting his dick up your ass!" She yelled, her hands balling into fists.

Michael awkwardly sunk back into the couch, shrinking as her words pierced through his chest, he knew she was right.

"Daddy? Seriously? You barely know each other! Heck- you aren't even in a relationship, you guys just had phone sex in my bathroom on your first week of knowing each other!" She rambled, kicking the wall, trying to catch her breath.

Luke's eyebrows shot up, speechless at Claudia's words.

"You're so fucking- ugh!" The blonde huffed, grabbing ahold of Michael's wrist and dragged him to the door. Luke struggled to open the front door, frustration evident on his face.

"Luke, calm down." Michael chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

"Calm down?" Luke chuckled bitterly, "You barely give a single shit about what just happened, all you care about is your needs!"

Michael rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, look who's talking."

Faintly, you could hear one of Luke's nerves pop. He pushed Michael out of the door and slammed it hard.

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