Chapter 8

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Chapter 8
Last Night was a Movie

*literally*》

Michael was adjusting his bow tie as Luke buckled up his belt.

"Holy shit."

Michael looked at Luke amusingly, his head still spinning. The blonde looked at the red head with wide eyes. "Holy fúcking shit."

"21 Jumpstreet as fùck," Michael muttered under his breath as he ran his finger through his hair to make it look a bit more decent.

"Bro, bro, bro-" "What?!" Michael laughed, slumping his shoulders at Luke. Luke started to giggle as he pulled Michael upstairs and into his bedroom.

"Luke I'm tired."

"Me too, you're gonna be my teddy bear," Luke pushed Michael down onto the bed and let his blankets engulf them. Obviously he locked the door, though.

Michael didn't mind. He layed still as the blonde entangled his lanky legs with Michael's, sighing as he rested his head in the crook of Michael's neck.

The two were immediately washed over with sleep, the next morning awaiting them like the devil awaits sinners in hell.

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Michael's head thumped and he was utterly at loss of words when he opened his eyes and realised he wasn't in his own room.

A body moved next to him and he shut his eyes tightly, mentally cursing himself out. Did he accept Ashton's request last night? God damnit.

He winced when the sleeping body let off a snore. Wait a minute, that obnoxious snore can be recognized anywhere!

"Holy fùcking shit," Michael whispered with wide eyes. Before he freaked out completely, he told himself it might just have been a misunderstanding.

Maybe they just ended up snoozing in the same bed. He grimaced. What if something else happened? Curse alcohol for wiping away memory!

Suddenly, Luke began to yawn and Michael looked at him with fright. As Luke rubbed his eye, his eyes still closed, he began speaking like he said these words millions of times.

"Listen, but you gotta leave. I'm gay, and last night was just for fun. Oh and also, tell anyone about this, I'll make sure your life will be," he finally opened his eyes and he almost fell off the bed when seeing a shirtless Michael staring at him.

"Hell..." he finished his sentence. "My life is already hell now," Michael punched Luke's shoulder. Luke winced and glared at him.

"Wait you remember what happened?" Michael questioned and Luke shook his head. "I just assumed I messed around with someone."

"Do you still assume that?"

Luke gave their position a thought, looking under the covers and all. "Maybe," he ran his hand along his jawline. "What happened to my stubble?" he whined.

A vibration was heard somewhere around in the blankets and the two boys searched for whoever's phone it was.

"Ah, here," Michael passed the phone to Luke before retrieving his own from the nightstand. "Yo," Luke whispered, placing a hand over his mouth as he stared at his phone screen.

"Let me see," Michael grabbed the phone and his stomach dropped seeing the video being played.

"Jesus Christ," Luke moaned in the video, pointing the camera down to Michael who had his lips wrapped around Luke's length.

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