we don't care [muke af]

twenty two

twenty two

Luke put his bags down on the tile floor of the airport. That sun hasn't risen as it was far before morning. He reached over to Ms. Clifford, giving her a hug.

They were almost the same height, and Michael would definitely point that out later on. Luke wasn't really sensitive about his height, he liked being small. He liked being able to fit into the little girl's department denim—Hell, it would save him quite some money.

Michael's mother slipped Luke a piece of paper. "Now, you call me at any time, no matter what. Okay?"

Luke smiled, nodding.

"Even if it's three in the morning, I'll be just one phone call away."

Michael hugged his father then mother before picking up his carry-on and then Luke's. "Ready?" He asked his lover, reaching out his hand.

Luke made sure they had their tickets before giving the Clifford parents one last wave. He entwined his fingers with Michael, resting his head on his boyfriend's upper bicep.

Luke fell asleep after security. He rested his eyes at the gates, small snores soon fell from his lips. Michael looked over at him, a smile upon his lips. He reached over his right hand—his left hand had a blonde boy resting his entire body weight upon it—and let it rest on Luke's stomach.

Michael probably looked like a creep, just casually feeling up his partner, but he didn't really feel like one. The tip of his index finger ghosted over the material of his tee shirt, from the tiny rise from the top of his torso, past the curve, then to where he skin went back to being the flat, petite boy he's always been.

Michael admired Luke. From the freckles on his nose to the thoughts in his head: he loved it all. He liked the way Luke curled up in the airplane seats, his knobby knees pressed to his chest as his head rested against the window. He liked the way he stayed completely still through the entire three hour flight, not making a single movement.

Mike counted Luke's breaths on their second flight, trying to send himself to sleep.

Michael felt like everything was going to be okay when he held Luke's hand. Mike didn't realize that Luke felt the fact same way. It was something about Luke that drove Michael insane. Mike never really thought far into the future, but suddenly his dreams were filled with weddings and babies and building a true family.

Michael didn't think much of a future until Luke showed it to him.
They arrived back to the midwest late. Jet lag washed over their bodies. Even after sleeping for hours, Luke only felt fatigued.

Mike put an arm around the blonde boy's waist, leading him to where an Uber was waiting. Michael helped Luke in, greeting their driver and giving him the address. Luke looked up at his boyfriend with tired eyes. The shades of blues looked hazy.

Michael pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around the boy. He let him fall asleep, his head leaning on his chest once more.

Mike watched the city lights fade as they got close to the suburbs. He leant his head against the glass. His long, dark eyelashes slowly began to fail on him as he tried to stay awake. His eyes closed fast, and he, too, was soon in a light haze of sleep.

Michael carried Luke in when they arrived at his loft. Like, full-blown actually carrying him. He had an arm underneath his legs, another under his neck. He carried him up the tight stairs, trying not to bump his head on anything.

He quickly headed back downstairs, helping their driver pile up their many bags and carry them upstairs.

Michael got everything in the foyer and was beyond completely ready to collapse. He made sure the front door locked before heading up the creaking stairs.

He saw Luke—already stripped of his skinny jeans and tee shirt—half asleep. He was probably waiting for Michael to come to bed, but Michael took too long.

Mike reached over his own head, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling off his shirt. He undid his belt and slid off his jeans. He crawled to his side of the bed, pulling the sheets from Luke and onto a sharing position.

Luke liked stealing blankets.

Michael curled up behind him, resting an arm upon his skinny hips. He nuzzled his nose into the back of his neck and began drifting into a restful sleep.

Luke liked the feeling of Michael, and Michael liked the feeling of Luke. 

(a/n) i photographed the front bottoms last night and u need to go see them right now. it will be the happiest moment of your life.