Fierce Kitten (Muke)

11. Let Me Explain How Your Bestfriends Make You Weak

・•Alexander Pl.•・
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Michael woke up because he was extremely hot. Waves of heat racked his body. He groaned and scratched his face. He had 3 day old stubble on his chin. He could feel the prickly hairs under his fingertips. He looked down and was completely enamored by the sight of Luke curled into his chest.

"Oh, my god," Michael cooed and reached for his phone that fell in the crack between the bed frame and the wall. He took a picture before gently shaking Luke awake.

"No," Luke groaned and pressed his face against Michael's bare chest. Michael's cheeks tuned scarlet at the action. Luke wrapped his left arm around Michael's waist and brought the blushing boy closer. He smiled and drifted off to sleep again.

Michael was trapped and he really didn't mind it. He yawned and decided that he wanted to sleep some more. But they did have school and Michael had missed the day before. He almost didn't try to wake Luke up again.

"Luke," Michael whined wiggling around trying to get free of Luke embrace.

"Waaah," Luke mumbled his lips moving against Michael's chest. It tickled and Michael giggled. Luke smirked before he started blowing raspberries on Michael's chest. This caused the slightly older boy to start laughing hysterically but he couldn't move, he was still tapped under Luke's arm.

"P-please, Lu-uke," Michael said in between laughs, " st-stop i-it-tt it-tt ticklesss."

Luke pulled away and laughed, " that's the point," before starting to blow raspberries against Michael's chest again. Michael wiggled down and managed to get away from Luke and his lips.

"Fucking hell," Michael rasped sitting at the foot of the bed. Luke laughed from behind him. He could feel the weight on the bed shift. He looked to his left and watched Luke walk out of the room.

Michael took a deep breath and went over to his closet and took out a hoodie and some black skinny jeans. He wiggled his bare feet into a pair of maroon doc martins that matched the maroon of his hoodie. He didn't bother tying them and let them and let the laces smack against the hardwood floor as he walked down the hallway.

The door to the bathroom was still closed and that reminded Michael that he had to brush his teeth. He spun around and went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth while humming. When he was done he looked around his room for anything he would need.

He grabbed his phone off of his bed wallet off of his desk and backpack from next to the doorway. He walked out, this time prepared and went to the kitchen. He set his backpack down next to the breakfast bar and placed his wallet and phone in his backpack.

He looked for cereal in the pantry and grabbed a box of k-cups only to almost drop everything because Luke screamed BOO! Michael fumbled with the objects in his arms.

"Luke, what the fuck," Michael panted putting everything onto the island. Luke chuckled before brushing past Michael and getting the sugar Michael forgot to get.

"Morning," Luke said cheerily and placed the sugar on the breakfast bar. Michael got the spoons and mugs while Luke got the bowls. Then Luke started to "make" the coffee.

When everything was ready they sat down on the stools at the breakfast and ate in a relatively comfortable silence. Michael was thinking and he was thinking hard. His eyebrow were scrunched together and his eyes were focused straight ahead but he was really looking at anything.