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

09 | I've Got You

edited: 06/12/18

"OH I DON'T think you understand, pretty boy," Michael smirked as he quickly placed his hand on the wall to stop his newest muse from running away. "We're just friends hanging out in a friendly manner as friends. I don't know what your problem is, friend."

"Well, maybe it's because I don't want to do it?" Luke snapped back sarcastically, pushing his back against the brick of his school's wall, glaring down at the floor. "I'm allowed to say no to things that I don't want to do, and no always means no."

Michael admired the way Luke was so fiery, so into his own thing and beliefs. Being your own person was everything Michael Clifford stood for, and much more. That's probably the entire reason for Michael craving the short blonde. That and he genuinely was an amazing human being and Michael found him so exotically pleasant. He didn't believe that Luke truly existed and had to pinch himself to make sure a few times.

"We shook on it and you're boyfriend already agreed." Lies. "So I believe that means we should go."

There was no hiding the astonishment on the naive boys face, his jaw lowering before it was quickly shut as he stormed off towards the student parking lot. Michael held back a chuckle but followed the feisty blonde nonetheless.

He finally caught up with the boy, tossing him a smirk. Michael ran over to his motorcycle and leaned forward to grab a helmet, handing it to Luke while saddling his death machine. He sent Luke a buoyant look as Luke just gaped at him, obviously not amused by Michael's choice of vehicle.

"I don't want to go now," Luke whimpered pathetically. "This doesn't seem safe." Luke was almost shaking as he gripped the black matte helmet in his small hands so tightly. Michael noticed and grabbed the front of Luke's shirt, careful enough not to hurt the boy or his floral crop top.

"Luke," Michael began as he stood with the bike between his legs, "relax petal. I've got you." Michael helped Luke put on the helmet and shrugged off his own leather jacket and forced Luke into it, the black leather swallowing the boy whole. "Now sit down and wrap your arms around me." And Luke did, having some trouble since the jacket covered his hands but latching them together nonetheless.

"Hang tight." Michael placed his own helmet on his head and started the motorcycle, the beast roaring to life underneath them both. Luke gasped and grasped Michael more tightly, Michael feeling the boy place his head on his shoulders.

Michael drove out of the student parking lot with ease, weaving his rather large vehicle through the lanes and out into the street. He was happy.

But one thing both boys hadn't noticed was a certain blonde haired, cross-dresser's boyfriend was standing outside, watching them the entire time.

Michael felt Luke's tight grip on him, the way the blonde's smaller figure seemed like another attachment to his own body. Michael felt that he was probably losing circulation in every place that Luke held but he was so grateful for it because Luke's hands were on him, willingly.

Michael's original plan was to take the blonde boy to some lame ice cream shop downtown that his crappy boyfriend had most likely already taken him to, so he was at mental cross-roads when he stopped at the stop sign and in front of him was the road to the next town over. It was an exhilarating thought, an in-the-moment kind of thing.

"Michael," Luke practically whispered into Michael's ear. They'd been stopped at this stop sign for almost a minute now, not a car in sight. "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking," Michael replied. A car had pulled up behind him and honked their horn.

"Michael." Luke was insistent. Luke's hand crept up and touched Michael's face, turning it to face Luke's own which was inches away. "Are you okay?"

The look in Luke's eyes prevented Michael from replying. Something in them; the trust, the concern, but there was something else in there that Michael just knew what to do.

Michael turned to the front and drove straight, exiting the town.

He didn't regret it.

And neither did Luke.

But there was a point in time when Luke actually realized that the two were heading out of town because Michael could feel Luke start to dig his nails unintentionally into Michael's abdomen. Michael let go of one of the handles just long enough to grab Luke's hand and pull it away from his stomach. He ran a finger across Luke's nails in hopes to calm the boy.

"Two hands!" Luke shrieked.

"There's my pretty boy." A smile lit across Michael's face.

"I am not yours," Luke's words sounded like venom. "I'm nobodies. I'm not property."

"Ashton's just renting," Michael hissed.

"Pull over!" Luke demanded. "Now!"

Michael complied, pulling over to an opening in the trees that lead to a camping area. He turned off his bike while Luke hopped off and glared at Michael. The boys took off their helmets at the same time, the silence building up between them.

"Why did you want me to pull over?" Michael asked in a mocking voice. He was not happy with Luke. "Did you want a quickie in the woods?"

"Michael!" Luke growled. He took a step forward so he was in Michael's face. "I wanted you to pull over because I don't know the rules for motorcycles, but I'm pretty sure fighting with your passenger isn't very safe." Luke looked evil. "And I just want to clarify, I cannot be bought. I am not property to rent or to own, I am a human being. You seem to keep forgetting that."

Michael never forgot. He just loved pushing Luke's buttons. He loved angry Luke. He loved making the blonde boy angry and then was sweet. It kept Luke coming back and it never failed. It was the only way to Luke's heart, so far, that Michael has noticed. Michael climbed off his bike to get the full effect of what was happening and glared at the younger boy.

"First of all Luke," Michael watched blue eyes grow, "I could never forget that you're your own person. You remind me quite often, even when I make a joke. And I do think Ashton thinks he owns you. That's the thing that you're not understanding. He thinks he owns you and your just letting him. I think you need to reevaluate your life and take the stick from your ass and have fun every once in a while because you're uptight and annoying."

The expression on Luke's face faltered slightly, but he stood his ground. There was water welling up in his eyes and he quickly looked away from Michael and up toward the trees, hopefully not ruining his mascara-coated eyelashes.

"Why are you-"

"Shut up," Luke grumbled.

"Luke-"

"Stop." Luke spun around to face the boy. "Stop talking for once in your life."

Michael took a good look at the boy, taking in his appearance. His blonde hair was matted to his head and some to his forehead where the helmet sat. He was shivering slightly, probably from all the wind from the ride or the anger bubbling inside him. He had tears in his eyes and some falling down his face. His bottom lip was tucked messily under his top row of teeth and Michael thought he had never looked more beautiful.

So Michael shut up because Luke was upset, because he honestly cared about Luke, and because this seemed like the moment to stop talking.

He grabbed the bottom of his leather jacket that still hung off Luke's shoulders and yanked the boy forward, pulling him into a crushing hug. Luke didn't push him away, instead, he wrapped his arms around Michael's waist while Michael's arms hugged Luke's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Michael muttered into Luke's hair. Luke squeezed.

"No, you're not."

"No," Michael shrugged, "I'm not."

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never gonna give you up

never gonna let you down

never gonna run around and desert you