Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 31

So I know this book isn't hugely popular, but I do want to get there. I am not sure how many of you read this, but if you write you know what it's like to be an aspiring writer on here. I would have 16 reads and of course it would suck, everyone's been there.

So anybody who is reading this: If you understand what it is like to be there go to this chapter's dedication person. 1arcenciel1 because she is writing a book called Completely Yours and it is a Muke. I would appreciate for anybody reading this to go check it out, maybe comment and vote. Thanks :)

ALSO, MUKE SMUT. So I guess this is a warning. If there even is such thing as a warning for Muke smut xD Not full on smut, because one day I will need to find a person to write that for me.

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*1 Week Later*

"Luke I was personally approached by your Mum, at school, because she is at work. I am not budging until you eat five bites of your chicken soup and your slice of toast." Michael tells me. I sigh, stirring my soup around with my spoon.

I shake my head and respond, "You don't understand!" 

He snorts and looks at me intently. "Understand what?" He questions. I have been making excuses to not eat for a good five minutes. Michael isn't the best at cooking, as he has somebody to do that for him, so he heated up some soup on the stove and made toast.

"That I hate myself! Maybe the scars wasn't an indicator. I am fat, at least in my own eyes. I see myself as big." I explain to him with a sigh, leaning back stubbornly in the uncomfortable wooden kitchen chair.

"Look at me Luke," Michael begins, taking a couple steps back; "do you think I'm fat?"

I look at his nice body and laugh, thinking he couldn't be serious. "Of course not, Mikey. You're perfect." I mumble in slight jealousy. 

"I am four inches shorter than you! I weigh thirty pounds more than you do! Don't give me this absolute crap about you being fat! You're skinny. Your ribs are poking out, you hardly eat, you are dizzy and hallucinating. If you think you're impressing me with the loss of weight, you aren't!" He screams at me in frustration.

My shoulders fall limply as I stare at him with misty eyes. His face was bright red in anger, I could tell that he couldn't be around me anymore. "Than leave!" I cry, getting up from the table. I go into the bathroom and slam the door shut, locking it behind me. I look around, wanting so desperately to be gone. I go to the cabinet and pull out a razor, then look around again. I take a picture off the wall and use the tack to break the plastic off.

"Luke come out of the bathroom!" Michael says from the other side of the door.

"Leave me alone." I cry, defeated. I hear the doorknob jiggle but a fresh, unused razor, falls onto the floor. "Go away!" I scream at him.

"What are you doing in there Luke?" He questions me, banging at the door.

"Crying." I respond weakly.

"You better not be puking."

I haven't eaten anything yet today! It was two in the afternoon on a Saturday, he can't possibly expect me to be puking out my meal when I didn't have a meal. "I'm not. I just need a bit of time to calm down. I will come out and eat in a few minutes. I promise." I tell him. I think back to the party, how all three of them said there wasn't a huge party. I think back to what the doctor said and how upset Michael was with me.

I grab the three, shiny razors and open the bathroom door. Michael was standing there, tears falling from his eyes too. "Here. I didn't use them." I whisper, placing the sharp metal into Michael's soft hand. He looks at them in disbelief but then smiles.

"Thank you." He whispers with a large grin on his face.

He goes over and I see the small metal pieces fall into the toilet and I hear the sound of them being lost. He picks up the broken razor pieces from the floor and throws them in the trash. 

"Can you come to my room quick?" I ask Michael innocently.

He shrugs and nods as I walk into my bright room and sit down on the bed. "Something you want to talk about?" Michael questions, sitting down next to me. Instinctively I lean over and make the first move, I place my lips on his soft ones. He reacts quickly, taking dominance and pushing me down onto the bed. He roughly takes off my shirt and throws it to the ground. "Your body is good, babe. Just, please eat." He whispers gently in my ear. 

As reluctant as I was, I nodded my response. He smiles, kissing my neck, my chest, and then lifts up one arm and kisses my wrist, and then the next arm. I smile at his sweet gesture as I play with the hem of his shirt.

He quickly takes it off and then kisses me again, our bare, warm chests pressed up against each other. I run my hands down his back as I smile through the kiss.

He presses our privates together and I awkwardly flinch away from the contact. He looks at me curiously and I apologise. I reach up and take a hold of the waistline of his jeans. I unbutton them and pull them down as much as I could from being underneath him. "So cute." He violently whispers, but violent in a seductive way. He pulls down his jeans and I hear them fall to the ground. I look down to see a large bump underneath his light grey boxers.

"Your boxers are cute." I smirk and he looks away sheepishly.

He kisses my forehead, causing me to smile. "I hope you know that we're not going all the way." Michael tells me. I thought we were going to, honestly. I just give him a small nod and he rolls off of me. "I don't want to continue. Well, I do. But I don't want to feel as if I am taking advantage of you or it is just awkward, you know? It is both of our innocence, right? Oh god it's yours, right?" Michael begins to ramble and I see the lump underneath his boxers slowly getting smaller.

"Can you stand up?" I ask him.

"Oh sorry, can you not get up?" He asks, getting off the bed.

"That's not my issue." I say, feeling a small boost of confidence.

He was standing tall as I get out of the bed and fall to my knees. "Luke-" He tells me but I pull his boxers down swiftly. I never thought that this was going to go this far, especially because I liked Michael for so long.

I wrap my hand around his member and slowly rub up and down, looking up at him for reassurance. "Luke, no. Stop." He tells me, taking a step back.

"Why?" I ask, feeling completely inadequate. 

"Because, Luke! I love you and I don't want to ruin this relationship with sex!" Michael bursts out and then looks at me with wide eyes as I do the same.

"Love?" I ask him.

He just stares at me.

"You love me?" I interrogate him.

He was noticeably trembling and I felt bad, putting him in such an awkward position.

I take a deep breath and swallow the lump forming in my throat as I whisper, "I love you too."