I'll Call You Anything You Want

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Thank you for this request alltimecalvm I apologize for taking such a long time. I hope you enjoy it (:

"Get out of the way, fatass." Michael mumbled as he moved past Luke into the living room. Luke bit his lip softly, and crossed his arms as he turned around to walk from the living room.

"Hey, ugly! Come watch the movie with us." Michael said, and Luke shook his head softly.

He knows Michael was kidding. Michael has always called him mean names in a joking way but recently it's been hurting really bad.

Michael makes everything a joke, and Luke just wants to tell him that he loves him. He wants to have one big, cliche, sappy moment where he confesses his feelings and they live happily ever after, but Michael would probably laugh at him.

He went up to his room and felt tears fall from his eyes as he shut the door.

Does Michael really think he's ugly? Michael is always joking, but maybe he's just speaking his mind sometimes.

He just wants to be beautiful for Michael.

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"I'm gonna go see what Luke's doing. He's been gone for a while." Michael said, and stood up, walking up to Luke's room.

"Hey loser, are y- luke?" Michael asked as he saw Luke sitting at the edge of his bed, tears slowly falling from his eyes.

Luke sighed as he realized this was just something else for Michael to make fun of.

Michael shut the door behind him and walked over to Luke, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Tell me what's wrong." Michael said, wrapping his arm around Luke's shoulder.

"Do you really think I'm ugly? Or that I'm fat?" He asked softly.

"Luke, of course not, but is that really something to cry over?" Michael asked, and Luke shrugged, laying his head on his shoulder.

"I guess it is when all I've really wanted is for you to call me beautiful." Luke whispered.

"Luke, baby-"

"You called me baby." Luke said softly.

"I'll call you anything you want, but beautiful is such a lazy way to describe you." Michael whispered, pressing Luke's back to the bed.

He hovered over Luke, pressing their foreheads together.

"I have never wanted to hurt you. You are so insanely pretty. You have perfect teeth, along with a perfect smile. I love how you have only one dimple. Your eyes always get lighter when you're really happy. You don't talk a lot, so I find out how you're doing by the look in your eyes. When you're thinking about something, you always cross one arm over your stomach and bite your nail. You look so hot when you don't shave, and I can't even begin to explain how good you look in the color red-"

"Michael, shut up and kiss me." Luke laughed, placing his hands on Michael face, before pressing their lips together.

The kiss was broken shortly by both of them smiling.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that. I've just been too scared." Michael said, and Luke nodded.

"I know, I was too scared too." He said, and Michael smiled before kissing Luke's forehead.

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