star wars [muke]

chapter five

START SCREAMING ACROSS THE CITY, ALL NAKED AND PRETTY

It only took five minutes for the kissing to start as Michael pulled Luke up to one of the spare rooms, their lips pulling back every few seconds as hushed breaths escaped between the breaks. The older boy straddled Luke's hips and leaned down, some of his colored hair falling into the blond's face. "You like Star Wars, right?"

"Yeah, why?" He breathed, reaching up and connecting their lips together, it was short as he kissed back and laughed, the boy beneath looked so confused as he pulled away.

"You can call me Darth Daddy." Michael whispered as Luke pulled his head to the pillow. "You just ruined the mood."

"Just call me Darth Daddy, Hemmo."

"There is no way in hell." Luke laughed, sitting on his knees and leaning into Michael's shoulder. It was quiet in the room other than the quiet laughs he would let out every few minutes and the air conditioning.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Are you going to make me call you Darth Daddy?"

"Nope."

"Okay, permission is granted." He nodded as Michael turned and pressed his lips to the other boys', their lips together created a mess of small, unnoticeable whimpers and hurried breathing. Salvia was exchanged and the saliva mixed in with the kiss, making it just plain out sloppy. "Can I touch you? Nothing sexual. I just want to feel your skin in the least perverted way."

"Okay."

Michael was now holding him, his tee shirt being slipped over his head and pressing his lips to Luke's shoulder, shivers went down the blond's back and he whispered to the boy cuddled into his side. Michael's hand roamed all over his chest "Can you touch me?"

He nodded, looking up through his lashes and slipping back on top of the blond, his fingers trailing down his belly. He stopped at the top of Luke's boxers', his skinny jeans being long gone. Michael looked down, his eyes catching on the happy trail. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"All I'm going to do is jerk you off."

"I figured."

"Do you still want me to do it?"

"Yes! Fuck, just touch me." He groaned, body turning a bit as Michael nodded and bit his lip, pulling the waistband of his boxers down and letting Luke's dick hit his stomach. A whine escaped his lips as he melted into Michael's touch, his hands pumping the boy on thee bottom. He came minutes later and pushed a shaky breath out, lips connected again.

"I like your boxers."

"But they're Star Wars."

"That's why I like them."