You Only Live Once | lrh

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"Sorry for the mess," Luke says, kicking aside a t-shirt and looking at me apologetically. He tears off his jacket and throws it to the side. Michael comes in behind us and closes the door.

"No problem," I reply, wrinkling my nose at the distinct smell of boy. I watch Luke scurry around throwing clothes onto one of the two beds.

"Hey! That's my bed!" Michael complains, grabbing the clothes and putting them on the other bed.

"And that's mine!" Luke whines, stomping his foot and dumping the pile of clothes on the couch.

"Wait. Where is she going to sleep?" Michael says suddenly, looking at me.

"Oh shit. I just realized that we don't even know your name," Luke laughs, and I bite my lip nervously.

"Ember."

"Ooh like fire ember, right?" Michael asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhmm."

"Right. So you can sleep in my bed," Luke says slowly, looking around at the room. "And I will sleep in that pile of crap." He looks on the couch and starts laughing.

"Just sleep with her," Michael snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Sleep with her?"

"Not like that, you bastard," Michael laughs. "Or I could sleep with her?" He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Do I have no say in this?" I speak up, making them look at me.

"Obviously, yes, but..." Michael trails off, tilting his head to the side. "What do you want to do?"

"Couch...but..." I look at the pile of clothes and the sheer size of the couch and know it won't be comfortable.

"You can sleep with me," Luke cuts in, his blue eyes staring at me.

"Okay," I say slowly, putting down my bag as butterflies have a party in a stomach. I don't know how to feel about this. It's a dream come true to be in the same room as Luke and Michael, but it's also terrifying at the same time. "Can I, um..." I blush deeply, not knowing how to say it.

"Clothes! Right!" Michael yells, and I flinch at his loudness. "Sorry," he giggles, going over to the pile of clothes before grabbing a t-shirt and abruptly throwing it at me. I blindly catch it, overwhelmed with the strong scent of boy as the t-shirt hits me in the face.

"Oh fuck," I whisper, my heart beating rapidly as I breathe in the musky yet sweet scent. "I, um," I clear my throat, blushing a bit. "I'll change in the bathroom." I walk into the bathroom, closing the door before I take off my coat and pull on the black shirt. It smells strongly of Luke, and I breathe in deeply. "Fucking hell," I murmur, feeling almost dizzy. It comes down to mid-thigh, and I feel a bit exposed. I pick up my jacket and walk out of the bathroom. "Oh my god!" I shriek as I see Luke standing in just his t-shirt and boxers, rooting around in the clothes pile. He jumps and turns around, a shocked expression on his face. He relaxes once he sees me, and his eyes scan my body before meeting my eyes. My breath hitches, and I can't help but stare at him.

"If you're done eye fucking each other," Michael says wryly, making me jump in surprise. I blush deeply, and Luke laughs. I glance at Michael, and he's already in his bed, typing something on his phone. "Ash is asking if you're okay," he says, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Yeah," I finally get out, and his green eyes flicker up to look at me. He nods before going back to his phone. I look back to Luke, and he climbs into his bed before meeting my gaze.

"Well?" He raises an eyebrow at me, making me blush again. I drop my jacket before walking over to the bed, twisting the bottom of the t-shirt between my hands before realizing they could see my underwear. I release the t-shirt and sit on the edge of the bed nervously. "You okay?" Luke chuckles, touching my back. I flinch, and Michael glances at me.

"We're not going to hurt you," he says, a confused look on his face.

"No no. I know that," I say quickly, shivers running down my spine as Luke absently traces patterns in my back.

"So relax," Luke says, his voice soft and soothing. "You're safe here." I let out a breath before climbing under the covers. It's already warm from Luke's body heat, and I bite my lip as I imagine what could happen. Scandalous. I look to the side, and Luke's blue eyes are staring at me. "You're okay." He smiles, reaching out to touch my face. I shiver at his touch, his warm hand comforting.

"Thanks for this," I say softly, not looking away.

"No problem."