drive ♢ muke ✔️

xxii

i'm woken up when i'm thrown harshly off luke's chest.

at first i think that he just came to his senses and tried to get rid of me since i'm gay but then i notice luke hanging off the side of his bed; puking his guts out.

i meekly crawl up to him and rub his back.

i try to divert my gaze from the puddle of vomit on the ground; i know that if i look at it, i'll throw up too. instead, i skip over it and grab luke a glass of water as well as a few advils.

he gratefully gulps it down.

"why are you in my apartment?" luke asks hoarsely. he's trying to appear angry but he's too worn out to fully express his feelings.

"to stop you from killing yourself," i state.

"i wasn't going to die," luke mutters gruffly.

"you probably were if i didn't stop you," i argue.

luke immaturely sticks his lip out. "whatever."

"shouldn't you be against this anyways? aren't you a hardcore god shipper? i may not be as religious as you, but i'm pretty sure god is against people drinking their lives away." i ask steely.

luke looks down and stays silent.

"you're right," he finally speaks up.

"i know. i'm always right." i roll my eyes.

luke tries for a weak chuckle but it becomes a fit of painful, racking coughs.

"i'm sorry," he whispers quietly.

"for what?"

"for flipping out on you. for calling you a spawn of satan. for everything i've ever done in general i guess. i just felt so angry that i needed to express my anger on someone and it just happened to be you. i'm really, really sorry." luke twiddles his fingers and bites his dry lip.

"it's okay," i respond awkwardly.

"you're a really good friend. i'm surprised you came back for me even though i treat you like shit," luke admits softly.

"i'll always be here for you," i smile sweetly.

there's a silence between us, it seems like my sentence completely changed the mood. i feel my hands clamming up and i'm not exactly sure why.

the more i think about, the more true it is. no matter how much shit luke puts me through, i'll stand by him.

luke looks up and his blue eyes meet my green ones. my heart almost stops beating completely. i've never admired how gorgeous his eyes are before; a perfect sky blue with tiny grey specks. his eyes seem to be changing colour right before me, from greyish bluish to a royal sea blue. every time he blinks, it breaks me from my concentration and i need to re-analyze his eyes.

i can quite possibly sit here and stare in luke's eyes until i die.

i notice something in those pretty eyes of his; lust, admiration, need.

his hands caress my cheeks as he leans in. he pauses as he rethinks the situation but he mutters a soft 'fuck it' and he loses himself completely. he softly presses his kiss to mine.

i do register the fact that he has morning breath, vomit breath, and alcohol breath but i ignore it all.

i tilt my head and smile as i kiss him back just as passionately. my heart beats fast in my chest and i feel like i'm floating amongst the clouds. his lips are perfect, he's perfect, everything's perfect.

it turns out, i'm the one breaking away for air.

while our lips are apart, luke takes the chance to flip us over and straddle me. he gives me a few more seconds to breath before he restrains my hands above my head and kisses me again.

it's not as soft this time. this kiss is more needy, more rough, more satisfying. his teeth nibble at my bottom lip as he slowly grinds his hips onto my crotch.

i want to run my fingers through his hair or rake my nails across his back but he's holding them tightly above my head.

his lips briefly graze my earlobe. "i briefly remember you telling me that we could have sex when i wake up."

his voice is so sensual, it takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and reply.

"uh, y- yeah." i stutter.

"mark my words baby, this will be the best day of your life."