low volume // muke

two

*lukes pov*

"luke what are you doing?"

shit. I didn't even hear the door close. how in the hell did he get back so fast?

"me? nothing. w-was calling my phone to maybe help you find it faster."

michael nodded and I let out a breath of relief.

that was close. I'm gonna have to be more careful next time; stealth is my middle name though.

just kidding its robert.

"ok well here's your phone let's go we should have left like two minutes ago."

so we walked out to meet cal and ash who were already waiting in the car.

the car ride was silent and I was happy for that because I needed to formulate a new plan.

so as we drove to the venue I made a mental checklist in my head.

step one: get michael's phone somehow

step two: invade his person space by looking through his tumblr and finding out his user.

step three: follow him looking like just a normal aesthetic seeking boy.

step four: stalk his blog day and night to see what he's up too.

step five: make sure he never finds out your se-

"we're here assholes, now let's go."

with my mental checklist squares away I thought I would be focused completely on playing a wicked show tonight.

I was wrong.

michael looked so good tonight. he wore a black snapback, that I later realized was the one I designed with the little 'l h' on it from the merch store.

maybe he was a luke girl.

I laughed to myself because I was totally a michael girl.

I stopped laughing when I watched michael begin one of his solos and honestly thank god for this guitar.

the way his fingers glided and the way a sheen layer of sweat covered his glistening, pale body had me hard as a rock.

all I could think about was getting back to the hotel.

so I tried as hard as I could to push all of those thoughts away but honestly I'm pretty sure I knew that when michael came over and started to pretend grind his ass against my front, god wanted me dead.

so I did what anyone else would do.

I squealed and ran to go play with calum, earning a puzzled but amused face from michael.

so I silently looked to the sky for brief second and turning my back so fans couldn't decipher what I was mouthing to myself.

"please if there is anyone actually up there help me finish this show for fucks sake."

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things went a little smoother after that and now we were all headed up to our rooms on he elevator, still high off the show atmosphere.