heavy dirty soul| muke

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vingt un
(lukes outfit top/side)

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Luke hugged his oversized plush bear closer to his body, sighing quietly as he stared at the movie clips rolling on the screen of his plasma tv. He's been sleeping a lot lately, that's his alternative way of getting rid of the sadness, unlike when he was younger.

Luke shook his head at the thought of 13 year old him doing what he used to do, softly kicking the bear to the other side of the bed. He looked down at his outfit realizing how unnecessarily sensual it was, perhaps this type of clothing made him feel better.

His slender hands gripped his right thigh, huffing at the thought of needing to slim down for his fingers to completely wrap around his thighs.

"Nah, I shouldn't. My ass looks great anyway." He cockily replied to his thoughts.

Luke practically jumped out of his bed, grabbing his silky robe to get rid of the uncomfortable goosebumps that formed all over his body. His ears perked up as he heard the doorbell, about time- Claudia, he thought to himself.

He opened the door with an unamused expression when he saw the certain green eyed boy with wild, messy hair. Luke rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip, not really caring that his outfit was basically on display for Michael and anyone else who was standing outside his apartment.

Michael took his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the urge to check the blonde out.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Luke-" the problem was, Michael didn't know why he was there in the first place, he just knew he had to come and explain himself to Luke.

"Didn't know you were into brunettes." Luke spoke up, breaking the irritating silence.

"About that.." Michael scratched the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair, trying to cal, the wild stock of hair.

"You don't need to give me useless reasons, we're not even together." Luke shrugged, pulling the robe to cover his body feeling too exposed for the unworthy assshit in front of him. "I'm not mad." He finished, giving the fakest smile he could muster.

"I know you are."

"Good for you." Michael groaned at Luke's stubbornness.

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Luke fisted Michael's shirt, his lips molding with the older boy's as he balanced himself on his tiptoes. Michael's hands moved slowly against Luke's exposed skin, the soft creamy skin had Michael in euphoria already.

"N-no-" Luke tried to fight against the pleasure that was flooding his mind, but when Michael's hands laced through the strings of his G-string he couldn't help moving his hips faster.

"You can't get- rid of me." Michael groaned against Luke's parted lips, picking he blonde up by his thighs, guiding them towards the bedroom.

Once Michael dropped Luke down on the mattress, it clicked for the blonde. Luke pushed Michael off him, rubbing his lips with the back of his hand, his tears threatened to spill.

"Just leave me alone." Luke whispered, wiping his eyes harshly to not make it obvious he's about to cry.

"Princess.." Michael didn't know what to say to change Luke's mind, and he didn't want Luke to hate him forever.

"Just go back to that bitch you were kissing." Luke spat siting up.

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I wrote this in algebra 2 and history class.. Hey