Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

seventeen;

Making up an excuse for his family was easy. "I'm going on a business trip to New York for the weekend, be back Tuesday!"

He knows Leah didn't believe it, but she didn't say anything so neither did he. Jake asked him to bring back a limited edition Harry Potter figurine set. If he met a drag queen in New York, Brittany gave him strict instructions to take a cute selfie, get a signature and a video message. He agreed to both easily.

The first thing on his agenda is to go to a proper dance show with Luke.

(Technically the first thing was to book into the hotel and smooth out any wrinkles or problems they may have. The dance show was a close second.)

He was lucky that a co-worker of his had two tickets to a show that weekend. She wasn't able to make it, but Michael took the tickets gratefully.

The show itself is so magnificent, Michael is sure it was something out of a movie. It is a full-scale ballet production, featuring New York's
best dancers. It's a lot like Brittany's showcase, but bigger and more professional. Luke sits beside him throughout the show, a grip on his hand so tight that the circulation in Michael's hand has long since been cut off. Luke gasps, fascinated, at the dancers doing spectacular movements with their bodies.

"That," Luke says afterwards, a bright grin on his face, "is what I want to do."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Michael says. They're walking down the busy street, towards their hotel. It is the ninth of September, nearing winter months, and the pair are bundled up in their winter coats. Michael can't believe how adorable Luke looks. The coat sits nicely on his broad shoulders and the furry hood is up, framing his flushed cheeks. Michael knows that if he wore that coat, it would be far too large for him.

He sometimes forgets just how large Luke really is. The young man walks with confidence oozing out of his pores, yet folds in on himself when he walks. He makes himself seem smaller on purpose.

Michael takes note of the way Luke is carrying himself on the walk to the hotel. His shoulders are back and his chin is up, different to how Michael is used to seeing him. Does he only act submissive at the club as a seducing technique? Or does he feel confident and safe enough with Michael to stand tall?

Luke links his arm with Michael's and leans his head on the man's shoulder. Michael goes with the latter.

(They stop in a little store on a corner and get Jake's figurines, but they can't find any drag queens. It's a shame.)

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When they get back to the hotel room, Luke is so pumped with endorphins he starts dancing around after taking his coat off. Michael shoulders his own coat off, folds it and places it back in his suitcase along with the gift for Jake.

It's a small hotel room, but fairly pricey. Only the best for his Luke. It's open plan, the kitchen, lounge area, and bedroom all rolled into one, with an adjoining bathroom.

Luke looks stunning as he spins around the room. He looks like a mother at a barbecue (Michael pictures a wine glass in his hand) rather than the pretty ballet dancer. It's cute. Luke starts peeling off his clothes until he's left in his underwear and socks and continues bopping to the music in his head.

It was nice to see the different sides of Luke. There was the seductive stripper and the young boy next door. There was a professional-ballerina-to-be and an adorable boy who stumbled around a hotel room in his tube socks. The dancing reminds Michael of a video Brittany showed him of Matty Healy on stage.

He crashes pretty quickly and collapses onto the bed, spread-eagle. It's been a long day of travelling and a late night show, so Michael really doesn't blame him.

"Hey, Luke?"

"Mm?"

"Do you want me to put your coat in your suitcase?"

"Mm."

Michael chuckles, reaching down to pick up the heavy fluffy coat. He folds it, but it's a big, bulky jacket so it doesn't look very neat.

"Thank you."

"It's like looking after a baby," Michael says.

Luke rolls over onto his back and faces Michael. Michael straightens so he's not slouching against the dining room chair and looks at Luke. His hair is wind-mussed and his cheeks are red from the cold; Michael imagines he looks the same.

"Am I a baby, then?"

"You're my baby," he grins, climbing on the bed and hovering over Luke. The blond looks up at him with wide blue eyes, so full of trust and love. Michael kisses him.

"You have no idea how happy you make me," Michael says as he rolls off of Luke and cuddles beside him. Luke starts playing with their joint fingers. "Ever since you came into my life I have been so much happier in general. My life used to be so monotonous and boring but you make it exciting. You make me want to wake up and live another day. When Leah and I... fell out of love, I didn't think there was a point to life. But there is. You are. You're my point."

"You're my point too," Luke whispers. "My life is shit. I'm a stripper, my family hates me. My brother is the only one that still talks to me. I don't have a car license, I never went to college. The only friends I have are my co-workers, and yeah, I adore them, but my whole life is that club. I could die and my name could be on the news and nobody would know who I was, let alone care. You make me feel like my life is complete, like it means something. Like I'll do something with my life.

"You've encouraged me to want to move here, to New York, and do my dance thing. I would've done it eventually, but you had so much faith in me that it drives me. You make me feel pretty and loved and I want to be a better person. And I want to be good, for you." Michael laughs a little as Luke blushes. "Not good for you, like kinky. Like I want you to be proud of me, and I don't want you to regret leaving your wife for me."

"Oh, baby," Michael says. "I'll never regret that. I'm too in love with you to ever regret that."

Luke looked into his eyes and slowly leaned forward until they were kissing. For the first time, Luke didn't kiss sloppy and fast. He knew it was a sentimental moment and he was taking it slow. It was the first time Luke kissed him like he loved him.

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this was meant to end kinky but it didn't sue me

the next chapter was meant to be kinky but its going to be cute and lovely and ahh

thank you for reading this story and supporting me it means a lot !!! but we've still got a couple more chapters to go and its getting gooood