He's just not that into you ♡ muke

- 3 - i would choose to fuck him - 3 -

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Michael let Luke do his thing.

Over the years of their friendship, he got used to almost everything.

He was there when Luke was struggling to pay his rent in college and was searching for a sugar daddy because he didn't want a roommate.

Michael lived through Luke's beard obsession when Luke hid all his razorblades but soon enough gave them back as he realized he wasn't that keen on Michael's pubes being pressed against his nose while chocking on his cock.

He let him be with everything and everyone except one thing.

Blind dates.

There was one rule Michael made his best friend follow. All blind dates happened in Michael's bar on Michael's shift.

Even when he was well above twenty Luke was still a lanky twink man who could (at least that was what Michael believed) easily get stolen away.

That's how on this special Friday night, Luke was drunk out of his mind sleeping on the bar stool.

"What happened to him?" Shawn, one of Michael's bartenders asked his boss when he saw the older man carefully wipe Luke's saliva off his face.

Michael let out a chuckle. "He had a blind date with what he thought was a successful businessman, aged thirty-two."

Shawn laughed. "Let me guess, he turned up to be over fifty?"

"Over sixty."

Both men started laughing making Luke let out a loud whine.

"You need a ride home?" Michael asked his employee.

"Nah, I can take the bus."

"Dude you live five minutes away from me I can take you home. Plus you can help me carry the drunk boy here home."

Shawn finally agreed. It was well over five in the morning after all.

After they finally managed to get Luke to the car, having to stop a few times thinking he was mumbling the word sick.

It was after the third attempt of letting him puke his guts out before Shawn finally put the pieces together.

"Man, I think he's trying to say kiss not sick."

Michael's lips turned up in a small smile and he pressed a kiss against Luke's cheek making him let out a happy sight.

"How the hell did you two even meet? I mean I know it's totally not my place to ask but I've heard Calum talking about the two of you and I never could understand what was really going on."

Michael sighed as he finally buckled himself up, double checking that Luke was sleeping in the back seat before he turned the car on and drove away.

"You want the long story or the short?"

"We have time."

Michael liked bonding with his workers, he wanted to be the cool boss and he didn't mind sharing his life with people. Sharing Luke's was a different story but it was a funny one to tell.

"I think he was like fifteen. We were going to the same school and since I'm two years older we've barely seen each other in the hallways and stuff."

Michael smiled at the memory as he drove through the empty city.

"One weekend one of his older brothers took him to my friend's house party. I just finished my shift and decided to come around and maybe dance a little and then take all my drunk friends home since I wasn't drinking."

"After only five or ten minutes of being there I needed to use the bathroom and that's how I found that one." He pointed out to Luke. "Sitting on the floor, probably just as drunk as now. I asked him what's wrong and he just started crying harder and harder. Now I'm normally not that nice to people I've only met but he looked so broken, I was sure something horrible had happened."

"Did it?"

Michael laughed. There was no lie that Michael was a great storyteller, he let the anticipation grow and the stupidest story as this one was keeping him up on his toes.

"After I forced the third glass of water into him I've finally realized what was wrong. They were paying some stupid drinking games and apparently during fuck, kiss and kill no one said they wanted to fuck him. Now, of course, just as you just did I laughed, but that only made him cry more. All I wanted was to calm him down so I promised him that I would choose to fuck him if he'd play with me."

"And then what?"

"And then I took him home, the end of story."

The browned haired man was obviously disappointed by how the story turned out to be. He said goodnight to Michael and smiled at Luke who looked like he was sleeping before exiting the car.

"Liar," Luke mumbled as soon as they were alone.

"What did you say?" Michael grinned.

"That was not the end of the story after you took me home."

"It was for that night."

Luke smiled, his eyes still closed. "Yes, but then the next day you fucked me."

"I said I would didn't I?"

★★★

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Love, Lucija ♡