we don't care [muke af]

twenty eight +

twenty eight +

Michael laid in bed, reading an email on his phone. He only had a thin pair of boxers covering his body as he let the ceiling fan above him cool down their blistering hot bedroom.

Heat rises and they were on the top floor. Every night was just sweating until Luke kicked Mike out of bed, forcing him to turn up the air conditioning.

Luke turned off the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry himself off. He knew how annoyed his partner got when Luke dragged water over the bathroom. Michael often wondered if Luke even knew what a towel was.

The blonde made sure he wouldn't cause a tsunami in their bathroom before stepping out. He reached over the vanity, wiping his hand across the foggy mirror. He looked at his tired face, his blotchy skin, and the spew of acne that hasn't rid his body yet.

He traveled down to his stomach. Now at sixteen weeks, he was bigger than before. He was happy to have made it to the second trimester, a weight lifted for his shoulder when he got to the second trimester. Now he was sure they weren't going to lose It.

He looked at the bloated torso, his belly button sticking out and skin stretching below. His small body wasn't used to this weight nor pressure constantly on him.

Michael sat up more when Luke came from the bathroom, light pink briefs on his lower half and an old shirt of Michael's on his slim shoulders.

"Nice underwear, Dude."

"Shut up, Dickwad." Luke slid into bed, resting his head on Michael's shoulder. He looked at his cellphone screen, becoming bored by the long email on his screen. "You're so old," he criticized.

"Oh, Man. I didn't even know. Thank God you have brought this information into my life. The world is now at peace because of your intelligence."

Luke rolled onto his back, crossing his arms. "Your sarcasm hurts."

"You poor baby," he cooed. He turned off his phone, sliding it onto his nightstand. Michael sat up fully, pushing the sheets to the end of the bed. He hated sleeping without covers on, but he wasn't in the mood to sweat to death because of those said sheets.

Luke sat up on his knees, rolling in front of Michael. He blinked his eyes a few time, slowly rocking himself closer to the boy.

"I'm not fucking you, Luke."

"Mikey, please."

Michael often startled himself at how well he knew Luke. "Luke, seriously, no. You're all pregnant and big and I just can't."

"Why don't you love me?"

"Luke." Michael rolled his eyes, he reached out his hands, letting Luke fall into them.

Luke took it further, letting his lips travel from the collar of Michael's shirt to the peak of his Adam's apple. He steadied himself, bringing his legs to either side of Michael's waist and his hands to the stubble around his jawline.

Michael pulled back, a chuckle leaving his throat. "Luke, I can't."

"Please."

Mike looked over Luke, dragging a finger down his lover's face. He was completely attracted to the boy, something dragged him in. "Oh, fuck it." He launched himself forward, flipping their tangled bodies over until Luke was below him.

Luke let out a squeal of laughter as his boyfriend kissed over his face. Michael let his hands wander under Luke's shirt, feeling over the soft skin and gripping onto his chest. He leant in to their kiss as he felt luke raise his hips up to meet his own.

"What do you want, my princess?" Michael asked as he sat back up, his legs still straddling the younger boy. He lifted the old tee-shirt from Luke's body, throwing it on the end of their bed.

Luke traveled his cold hands up Michael biceps then trailed them down to his wrists, creating goosebumps over the pale skin. "Blow me."

Michael laughed, "Demanding." He didn't give Luke a chance to answer as his hand wandered straight to the younger boy's crotch, adding pressure slowly.

Luke's eyes closed as he relaxed into the pillow, his mouth open to take in more breaths. "Right there," he sighed, "So nice."

Michael snapped at the band of his briefs, letting his hand ghost over the sensitive skin. He watched Luke react, smiling at the quiet sounds he forced out. He pushed his own body up, giving him more room to slide the rest of Luke's undergarments off.

He leant down, leaving a kiss between Luke's chest, then on the top of his stomach, and in between his hips.

His mouth slowly went down to his hardening member, letting his lips kiss the head. Michael's hand wrapped around the base as his mouth went over the tip, his tongue slowly making its way around the flushed skin.

He started his movements slow, easing in to the moment. Luke let out little squeaks of pleasure that Michael found adorable. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to find the sounds of his partners' bliss adorable, but, he did.

Michael made his way down, inching closer to the base where his hands were still getting him off. He bobbed his head and sucked in his cheeks, Luke becoming louder and louder with each second.

Mike knew their skunk-haired neighbor could easily hear Luke losing it, but maybe it was revenge for the nights spent listening to their bed hit the wall. Too many highly-sexual people on Michael's floor, too many.

Luke reached over his belly, grabbing on to Michael's hair. He pushed him down, down, down until he gagged around Luke. Michael brought his head up, still keeping his tongue around the tip as he took another breath.

He went down once more, deep throating him before going back up. He worked at the head some more, his hands going where his mouth wasn't.

Luke bit on his lip harshly, holding in a yell of satisfaction.

Michael went down once more, knowing the Luke was about to release. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked in.

Luke felt like he was about to actually explode as he began to come down Michael's throat. He yelled out his partner's name and held his hair tighter between his lean fingers. He let him raise to the tip, swallowing the remain.

Michael kept his mouth around Luke's tip until the blonde collapsed back into the sheets.

Mike sat up on his knees, wiping at his mouth. Luke eyed him from his hazy vision, a content smile on his lips. "Thank you."

"You're such a nerd," Michael responded, falling into the sheets next to his lover. "Who the fuck says 'thank you' after getting blown? You're the only one."

Luke his hid face from the blush encrypting his skin. Michael pulled him closer, kissing his face. "You're my nerd."

(a/n) hii i don't think i'll have time to update until monday/tuesday!! work :(