he looked over to be greeted by a weirdly familiar, but then completely unknown face. a handsome face at that. the boy's skin was a soft tone, like michael's but a bit tanner. the kind of skin that looks like a stretched satin duvet because of how smooth and non wrinkled the surface is.
adorning the soft skin (that had one or two acne scars to the side) was a gruff beard, but not too long. it was only to his chin, but it was very scruffy. like it hadn't decided what it wanted to be, a beard or stubble. a black ring shone on his lower lip. michael thought that the area beneath it must be very dry, due to it's covering.
it suited him very well, none the less. gave him a certain punk look to his otherwise soft yet rugged appearance. did it hurt? michael had his ears pierced and they hurt like hell, he had decided never wanted another piercing on him at all. the lips around the ring were almost perfectly shaped with a cute cupids bow and small but plump bottom lip.
they were toned a natural pink colour and had a crack on the side where he had bitten. "michael, lay down." the boy croaks and his voice is purely celestial to michael. it was a totally cliche morning voice, raspy, croaky and rough, not to mention the australian taking on american accent.
a few traces of hair trickled down his chest and michael sees a pair of boxers on the ground beside the bed. daringly, michael pulls the duvet on the boy up gently to reveal that the boy certainly is packing. his eyes widen and he drops the duvet quickly with a blush covering his cheeks, this boy seemed absolutely perfect.
michael happily would've laid down with him, but he doesn't cuddle with strangers. he sighs and looks up, seeing a stretched mirror across the wall. he wasn't sure why someone would place a mirror opposite a bed, who wants to watch themselves having sex? then michael sees himself in the mirror.
shorter, faded turquoise hair, thick stubble, eyebrow piercing and tattoos. michael's jaw drops, this isn't what he saw before he fell asleep. "babe." he hears and turns his head slowly. the blue eyes of the ominous boy were unmistakable for michael and his eyes widen even more. he is in bed with luke hemmings, and he was most definitely naked.
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maybe a couple years from now | muke au
Fanficmichael wakes up one day and something is off, maybe it's the shirtless band member beside him in bed or that his hair is a different colour to when he laid down.
