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Luke : age 16

Luke was finished getting ready for bed, so he walked over to Michael who was sitting on the bed.

Luke was wearing really short pink pajama shorts with a gray crew neck sweatshirt that showed off his collarbones.

Luke crawled onto the bed where he had been sleeping for about a month now.

Michael wasn't happy about it though. He couldn't go one night without getting a huge hard on because Luke likes to sleep with his butt against Michaels crotch. He couldn't take the way Luke's smooth legs rubbed up against his own, and how Luke's sweatshirt would show off his perfect body when he moved around in his sleep.

Then there were the nights Luke was scared. A storm would scare him, or he would have nightmares about his mom. Michael would hold Luke and tell him everything's okay, earning a kiss on the cheek from Luke.

"I actually fixed the guest room for you." Michael said softly, not looking at Luke.

"You didn't have to do that Michael. I like it in here." Luke giggled, sitting under the blankets.

"Luke.." Michael whined, causing Luke's face to drop.

He gets it. Michael doesn't want him in there anymore.

"I'm sorry." Luke whispered, and stood up, awkwardly fiddling with his hands as he went to leave.

"Are you still coming to my game tomorrow?" Luke asked.

Michael wanted to push Luke away. He didn't want to go and watch Luke get all sweaty. He didn't wanna have impure thoughts when he saw Luke bend over, getting ready to pitch.

So he answered, "No."

"Please.." Luke whispered from the door.

"No, Luke." Michael said softly.

"You've come to all of my games, and your mom is working." Luke said, and Michael groaned. "I just don't want to!" He said harshly.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

-

"Luke, you're not pitching today. You can take this time to ice your elbow and pitch the next game." Luke's coach told him. He nodded, understanding. He's not on his game today, and there's no doubt it's because of Michael.

He wanted Michael to be there more than anything.

Before every game, Michael would give him a hug and wish him luck. He needed that. He needed his best friend. But he wasn't there.

-

"How was the game?" Michael mumbled as Luke walked into the kitchen.

"We won." He whispered, and Michael nodded.

"Why are you home so late? Your game ended at three, and it's five." Michael said, and Luke rolled his eyes.

"Calum took me to get ice cream after." Luke said softly, and sat on a bar stool beside Michael.

"You guys went on a date?" Michael asked, and Luke shook his head. "No." Luke whispered.

It was awkwardly silent for a second before Luke decided to break it again.

"I wish you could've been there." He said, making Michael feel a little guilty. "Even though I didn't play any, it still would've been nice." Luke said, and Michael looked over.

"Why didn't you play?" He asked, looking at Luke sadly.

"I wasn't feeling good, which made me not play very good. I just sat in the dug out the whole time." Luke said, and Michael nodded.

The boys looked out of the kitchen window as it started to rain. Luke laid his head in the palm of his hand.

He wondered why Michael wasn't there for him all the time any more. He won't hold him like he used to, and now he won't even support him at his games. Luke hated it.