we don't care [muke af]

fifteen +

fifteen +

"You look good from this angle," Luke told Michael.

Mike was straddling the smaller boy in the back of his truck once more. His hands ran over Luke's bare chest, his fingers lightly pulling at the thin hairs. "You look good from every angle."

Luke smiled, a blush rising to his cheek. He arched his back when Michael reached between them, pulling down slowly at Luke's member. Luke closed his eyes, letting the haze of pleasure take over.

"Is this okay for the baby?"

Michael leant down, kissing the corners of Luke's mouth. "Mhm," he mumbled between a kiss, "I did my research." Michael squeezed his hand tighter around Luke's hard on, pumping him from tip to base.

"What about—?"

"Please, stop talking."

Mike sped up his hand, wanting Luke to lose control over himself already. His wish was granted as small puffs of air left Luke's throat. His hands climbed up Michael's back, scratching his nails down the skin. He left behind raised red lines, something that would be there for days.

Michael scooted himself backwards, picking up Luke's legs. The younger boy prepared himself as Mike reached over him, grabbing a condom and lube. It was probably too late for a condom since the younger lad was already pregnant, but at least they wouldn't transfer anything to each other.

Luke's legs stayed up on Michael's shoulders as Michael lined himself up. He could feel the cold gel of the lube thick upon his rim. Michael was just really careful when it came to his precious boyfriend.

Mike pushed in, going steady and slow. He watched Luke's face contour and twist as his breath sped up. Michael slowly pulled himself out, before pushing half back in. Luke's toes curled and his heels dug into Michael's broad shoulders.

Michael started off slowly, thrusting carefully. He sped up as whines left between Luke's breath. Mike knew all of Luke's spots—the ones that drove him to insanity. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Luke's neck.

Luke raised his hips, letting Michael push him down again. His legs spread, falling from Mike's shoulders then down to his hips. He wrapped his shins around the older man, holding him closer and pushing him all the way in.

Michael let out a groan of his own as Luke clenched around him. A vermillion blush raised to Luke's pale skin, all over his stomach and around his cheeks. A layer of sweat lined his skin as he tilted his head back, gasping for air.

He let out a string of obscene words as Michael pulled out the roughly shoved back in. Their skin slapped against each other as the seats below them squeaked under them. Their bodies were connected like a puzzle, their screams of pleasure like a symphony.

Luke was loud, Michael was not.

Michael's hands dug into Luke's hips, pulling him closer. Luke began jacking himself off as Mike leant down, his lips ghosting over Luke's chest. Luke squirmed around underneath him, unable to control his body moving.

Luke never lasted long. It was like the look of Michael could simply get him off. Michael let out a laugh between two kisses on Luke's cheekbones. "Every fucking time," he said from deep in his throat.

Luke couldn't breathe, between his body exploding of pleasure and the thrusts still deep inside of him, he could not breathe.

The blonde let out a moan mixed in with, "I love you."

Michael came second, his jaw clenching as his forehead laid against Luke's. Michael kissed him liked he meant it. He pulled out, his body leaning completely on Luke. Their breathing was fast, their bodies sore.

"Do you think my parents will notice the fact that both of us casually left the theater for ten minutes?"

"No," Michael responded. His eyes were closed, his cheek pressed to Luke's ribs.

Luke wrapped his arms around Michael's back, feeling the raised lines he left. "Do these hurt?"

"Like a bitch."

"Sorry."

Michael put his hands flat on the seat cushions around Luke's chest, he lifted himself up, locking his arms. He let his shoulders drop, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend once more. "I love it," he murmured.

Luke smiled, and Mike could feel it.

Michael pushed himself away, reaching down to grab his dark slacks once more. "I fucking hate these things."

"You poor baby can't wear skinny jeans to school." Luke reached down, grabbing his briefs and white button down. He was specifically told to not wear skinny jeans underneath the graduation gown, but, he's Luke Hemmings.

"Shut up." Michael left his belt undone as he reached down to grab his grey button down. He cuffed the sleeves once they were around his arms. He knew Luke liked the quarter sleeves, Michael figured it was some weird teenage kink.

"You're, like, old enough to be my father. You shouldn't be wearing those tight jeans in the first place." Luke folded up his graduation gown, not willing to put it on again.

"I'm your daddy," he teased. He reached over, helping Luke put his tie back on. The seventeen-year-old almost choked himself putting the tie on the first time. Michael looped the satin, pulling it tight—but not too tight.

"Ew, we're about to have a kid, stop."

"Call me Daddy."

Luke made a face, "No, I'm not going along with that."

Michael leant back, pulling up his collar and fixing his own tie. "Fine. Are you doing something with your family tonight?"

"I think we're going out to dinner. Do you wanna come?" Luke piled his gown and cap in the passenger seat, reached back to the floor to grab his Vans—another thing he fought the school and his mother on.

"Thanks, but I'm too afraid of saying something I'm not supposed to."

"Just don't call me princess and we'll be fine."

Michael smiled. "How about I pick you up around 2 and we'll have a celebration of our own?"

"Round two?"

Mike climbed into the front seat, unlocking his car doors. "And three, and four," he said. He climbed out, jumping to the ground and going over to the passenger side to help his little boyfriend out.

"Sounds like a plan."