The Punk & The Prude ☞ MUKE AF & little itty bit of Lashton

08 | Satan Spawn

edited 06/12/18

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"OH WOW MICHAEL," Luke snapped sarcastically, "I totally forgot you existed. And here I thought my luck was just getting better."

Michael sent the smaller boy a twinkly smile, sending Luke's heart into a frenzy. Luke had been studying quietly in the library for his free period before the punk had shown up to disrupt it.

"I'm going to ignore how rude you are to me, petal. One day you'll realize that your boyfriend isn't shit and come running to me," Michael replied with a shrug. He sat down at the table adjacent to Luke, his chair squeaking against the floor.

Michael was wearing lighter clothes than usual, a light gray muscle tee paired with skin-tight black jeans. So maybe he wasn't lightening up the room with his color palette of clothing choices, but his smile did some justice for the disconnection.

"What makes you so sure?" Luke scoffed, bringing his right foot to the calf of his left leg.

"Guys like your boyfriend always have a secret," Michael spoke slowly, "whereas I am an open book."

"You look like you're full of secrets, Michael. I don't believe you for a second," Luke mumbled with doubt heavily strung between his words. His eyes kept themselves trained on the boy in front of him.

"Don't believe me then," Michael shrugged.

"Why did you do all of those things at your old schools?" Luke asked curiously, setting his book down to give Michael his full attention.

"I felt like ruining lives of all the people who have done me wrong," Michael shrugged, looking bored.

"So you're the spawn of Satan," Luke concluded smugly.

"I mean if you wanted to use my maiden name."

Luke couldn't contain the gasp or the giggles that flood from his mouth like a disease, filling the unusually quiet library with his heavenly soft giggles. Michael just watched the boy fondly under his lashes, a small grin on his own lips.

"That wasn't funny," Luke stated afterward, wiping a fresh tear from under his eye while clutching his aching stomach.

"Whatever you say, petal." Michael shrugged and Luke glared. "I meant Lukey." Luke honestly looked like he was trying to take a shit. "Yeah okay, Hemmings."

"Much better," Luke smirked while shoving a book into his book bag. He didn't notice the look that Michael gave him or the way the elder was watching the blonde bite on his lip, and Michael was grateful. He couldn't be caught ogling at such a masterpiece.

"Your laugh is kinda cute."

"I have a boy-"

"Boyfriend, yeah I know. Doesn't mean that I can't compliment you," Michael interjected smoothly. Luke's cheeks heated up and he stood up, placing his black leather backpack that matched his outfit today over his shoulders.

"I need to go to class," Luke said as a goodbye.

"I'll walk you," Michael stood up before he could get rejected. Luke's eyebrows raised in shock and started fidgeting with the black leather belt that wrapped around his slimmer-than-average-male waist.