Trickery - [BoyxBoy]

"Did you just throw up in my Doc Martens?" || 0.6

[gueSS WHOS BACK? BACK AGAIN]

LOL I THOUGHT YOU GUYS LOVED THESE LONG TIMES WHERE I DONT UPDATE??
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"Who's your daddy?"

Luke licked his lips as he pulled away from Michael, his grip on Michaels perky àrse tight and kept them close together.

Michael stared up at Luke with wide, lust darkened eyes and gripped onto his shirt. In that moment, Michael just wanted Luke to take him against the door, make him scream 'daddy' so all the people wanting the room could hear. But he couldn't, he couldn't risk getting caught out, he also couldn't risk having Ally exploit his past. Michael restrained himself from showing any more of his kinky side, so he giggled and hid his face in the crook of Lukes neck.

"There are people outside Lukey." Michael giggled and kissed Lukes neck softly. Luke looked down at Michael, his eyes soft and a genuine smile on his face. He could get used to Michael calling him Lukey.

"C'mon then kitten, let's go and get us some drinks." With that, Luke entwined their hands and walked out of the room, a horny couple barging past them and slamming the door. When they reached the middle of the staircase, Michael let go of Luke's hand and carried on without him, confusing Luke. Luke looked around the room, his eyes scanning every corner until he saw why Michael let go of his hand; Ally. She was with Matt and a couple of her friends, stood quite close to Matt (Luke being the oblivious twàt he is, took no notice).

"Looks like you'll be preoccupied tonight," Mikey whispered in Lukes ear as Ally spotted them, and started to walk over, "I'll see you around.. daddy." And with that, Michael giggled and walked off, searching for his friends.

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Half an hour later

Michael had finally had enough drinks to make someone legless. He thought that he could still drink like an Irishman, but in all homesty he was like a white girl getting drunk for the first time. He had danced until his feet hurt, played truth or dare until he was bored to tears and drank until his blood was mostly alcohol. He hadn't found anyone of interest yet, not even his friends, just the odd drunk girls crying to him about how cute his cat ears and tail looked.

That was until he bumped into Ivy and Oli, nearly toppling them both over. Ivy grabbed onto Michaels arms and they looked at each other for a solid two minutes before screaming greetings at eachother.

"Ayeeeee!! Clifford, where you been boy?" Ivy giggled and wrapped her arm around his neck whilst he just shrugged his shoulders and put both arms around her waist. They stood like that for nearly ten minutes, having stupid drunk conversations with Oli whilst swaying slightly to the upbeat house music and gossiping about anyone who came across their path.

"Olober.. did you know that Ivy couldn't tell the time until she turned 15?" Michael shouted, raising his eyebrows and pointing at his best friend. Oli laughed and looked at his cousin and her best friend.

"No I did not Michael! It's not like we didn't grow up together or anything." Oli played along with Michael who went wide eyed and put his hand on Oli's arm.

"Oh my god are you serious? Growing up with Ivy was a pain in a unicorns rear end! She was the biggest shīthead ever! Did you know she always put shampoo in her cousins glue!" Michael spluttered, wagging his finger at Ivy who just bent his finger backwards. Michael yelped out in pain and threw himself against Ivy.