"Michael!" Luke yelled from the laundry room.
"Yes sweetheart?" Michael asked, noticing Luke's angry tone.
"What made you think putting white and colors together would be a good idea?!" Luke asked, holding up a purple and pink looking shirt. "This used to be white, you know?" Luke said, annoyed.
"On the bright side, I know you're gonna look really pretty in that color." Michael said, and Luke rolled his eyes.
"I gave you an easy job. You are so dumb!" Luke squealed, taking the laundry out.
"You say the sweetest things to me." Michael said, and leaned on the door frame.
"Listen buddy, I don't have the time or patience for your dumb, sarcastic remarks, so if you could just shut up, that would be great." Luke said sassily, and Michael walked over to him, and laid his lips on Luke's neck, feeling the blonde boy immediately relax.
Michael kissed up to Luke's ear, and smiled, seeing the effect he had on Luke.
"I have no idea why you get so mad when you clean, but it's kinda turning me on." I whispered, and he shivered, but turned around quickly.
"No. No no no. No. You always do this, and i always end up having sheets to clean, and I do not want anything else to clean. Not today." Luke said, before grabbing the laundry basket, leaving Michael laughing in the laundry room.
