heavy dirty soul| muke

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vingt trois
(Luke's outfit top/side)

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Luke threw his head back, letting the burning sensation of the cherry vodka flow through his throat. Placing the shot glass back on the counter, his body twitched, face scrunched up from the bitter aftertaste.

He was already in his 5th shot, causing him to stumble into Michael's chest as a giggling mess, not that the older boy was any sober anyway.

The drunk duo started dancing to some remix that was blaring through the speakers. They were at one of Luke's friend's house party, Michael tagged along for free beer.

Luke wrapped his lanky arms around Michael's neck, pulling him down to his height, connecting their lips into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away when he got blinded by a flash, Michael seemed annoyed by it too.

"You guys looked too cute." Jaden, the party host, gushed showing both of the, the picture that was taken.

"Send it to me, J." Luke slurred, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over Michael's exposed neck. 

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Luke groaned into the pillow, tugging the cold duvet closer to his naked body, the sound of his phone beeping every 2 seconds made his hangover worsen. He sat up, snatching his phone as he did, and scrolled through whatever popped on his screen.

It consisted of direct messages of some random people he followed, Instagram comments, and messages from his groupchat. Luke ruffled his blond locks, huffing as he unlocked his phone to see what the fuck was up.

He checked his Instagram first since it's his favorite social network, noticing how people were liking an unfamiliar picture of his. He hurriedly clicked on his feed, finding a picture of him locking lips with Michael, his eyes averted to the sleeping boy next to him, then back to the caption he had: mah lurve

Luke read through the comments, mostly hate as usual. He rolled his eyes, going straight to Twitter to tweet a little something for everyone.

"@LukeHemmings I was drunk??¿ not sorry? Not planning on deleting it, oops?"

He placed his phone back on the nightstand, cuddling closer to Michael's taller frame, enveloping himself in the familiar warmth he started to enjoy more often lately.

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