5SOS BOYXBOY ONE SHOTS

a violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words

Luke smiles, writing notes onto the staff paper and humming it as he goes. Michael's hands massage his shoulders from behind, relaxing him and making him smile more.

"I honestly have no idea how to read music, but I'm sure that'll sound great, babe," Michael says softly into Luke's ear, making him laugh and finish a measure before picking up his violin. Michael's hand leave his body to not disturb him, and Luke plays over what he wrote. He turns to Michael once he's done to see what he thinks.

"How is it? I'm not quite sure about this yet," he says, biting on his lower lip softly. Michael smiles and reaches forwards, taking his lip in between two fingers and humming.

"You should get a piercing here," he says, already distracted by Luke's looks.

"Mikey," Luke whines, putting his bow up to the strings and making a terrible screeching sound on purpose. "How did my song sound?"

"Well that one, Lu, I bet I could do that, but the one you wrote down sounded great," the older boy teases. "But I'm serious, you'd look really hot with a piercing."

"For real?" Luke asks, licking his lips and accidentally brushing against Michael's thumb that was resting by his mouth still.

"You'd look hot with anything, honestly, but a lip piercing would be so sexy," Michael says, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to Luke's. Luke moans softly and kisses back eagerly, he's gotten so much better at kissing since Michael kissed him for the first time those months ago, and he's even figured out what makes Michael moan. Luke runs his fingers through the older boy's hair, tugging where he's figured out is a sensitive spot, because Michael always moans and kisses harder when he pulls there. This time, though, Michael pulls away and Luke almost asks what's wrong but before he has the chance to, Michael's pulling his shirt over his head, messing up his blonde hair.

"C-can we do more this time?" Luke asks, his eyes begging. He can feel himself already hard inside his pants and he's dying to get them off, they're so tight.

"You want me to fuck you, Lu?" Michael asks, his eyes a shade or so darker and smirk on his face. Luke nods quickly, whimpering softly in anticipation. "Go wait on your bed, I'll be there in a second." Luke immediately starts walking quickly to his room, tripping over his feet once or twice in the process. Once he gets to his room, he pushes his jeans off, leaving him in just tight, black boxer briefs. He climbs onto his bed, laying down on his back but leaning up and supporting his weight on his elbows. Minutes later, Michael enters his room and closes the door behind him, catching his breath. "I ran to my apartment to get some lube," Michael explains, and Luke laughs.

"You can run?"

"Fuck off," Michael shakes his head with a grin. He then looks the blonde's body up and down, humming to himself appreciatively. "You look so good, Lu," he tells him, then flips him over onto his stomach. His eye catches on something, and he leans closer. "Fuck, babe, you've got a tattoo," he mumbles, his breath sending shivers down the younger boy's spine. Michael presses hot, open-mouthed kisses all around it, leaving harsh red marks where he sucks the skin roughly.

"I've had it for a few years, got it the day I sold out my first big show in Sydney," Luke explains. Michael's hands roam his skin and press against the dimples and curves of his back, just exploring the exposed skin.

"How old were you?"

"Eighteen," Luke says, followed by a loud moan when Michael bites down hard on his inner thigh. "I might get another." Michael slides the blonde's underwear down his legs before grabbing his hips and lifting him so he was on his knees, but face still in the pillow. He runs his tongue flat against Luke's hole, making him gasp and whine, pushing his hips back, and Michael pushes his tongue in as far as he could. "Mikey- oh god, fuck," Luke whimpers, whining again when Michael pulls his tongue out. "Please, Mikey, please-"

"Shh, babe, it's okay," Michael murmurs, grabbing the bottle of lube and slicking up a few fingers. He presses the first in gently, smiling at the sounds coming from Luke's mouth. It's mostly just words that Michael can't quite make out and moans and whimpers. "You're doing so well, Lu," Michael praises, speeding up the thrusts of his finger before slowing down and adding a second finger.

"Fuck, Michael," Luke cries out, pushing his face further into the pillow and biting it. "I-I need to- can I t-touch myself?"

"No," Michael denies him right away, and Luke whines and has to hold onto his wrist against his spine to keep himself from grabbing his own length. "You can wait to come until I'm almost there, okay, babe?" Michael asks, and Luke tries to respond, he really does, but it comes out as a moan instead because Michael angles his fingers in a different way and it's intense.

"Fuck me, Michael, please," Luke begs, his hands shaking and not wanting to stay on his back. It's only a minute or so later when Michael slicks himself up and starts pushing inside the blonde, and Luke's jaw goes slack, his breath getting caught in his throat at the same time.

"Talk to me, Lu, does it feel good?" Michael asks, and Luke can't quite catch his breath yet. Michael's about halfway inside him and it feels incredibly good, but he can't say it yet. "Babe, you gotta tell me if it feels good or not, I need to know if you're okay," Michael says softly, leaning forwards to try to listen to the younger boy. "Luke," he murmurs into his ear quietly. "You gotta answer me, babe. Does it feel good?"

"Y-you feel s-so good," Luke stutters, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the pure pleasure from Michael. His right hand wraps around himself, and he moans a bit when Michael pushes all the way in. "F-fuck, Mikey," he whimpers, speeding up his hand.

"I told you not to touch yourself, Luke," Michael growls, grabbing both of his hands and pinning them to his back again, holding them there with one hand and gripping his waist with his other hand to keep himself steady as the snap of his hips become sharper. Luke lets out a loud moan again, high pitched and fucked out, and he bites the pillow again. "Fuck, babe, you look so good," Michael groans, and Luke starts to shake and cry in pleasure. Michael's thrusts keep getting faster and harder, and Luke can't do anything but let out incoherent words and moans.

"I-I need to come, p-please let me," Luke whimpers, hands struggling against Michael's tight grip.

"Untouched, babe, come untouched for me," Michael says into his ear, and Luke didn't even know that was possible. It's only a few seconds later when his jaw goes slack and eyes squeeze shut harder, little gasps coming from his mouth as he comes hard onto the sheets. "You're such a good boy for me, Luke, you're so good for me," Michael mumbles, and then his hips stutter as he comes inside the younger boy.

Michael pulls out and leans over, grabbing a few tissues from the bedside table and cleaning them both off. He wipes the come off the sheets as much as he can, but then gives up soon after. He throws the tissues away and makes his way back to the bed, smiling at Luke, who's getting up slowly to grab clothes. He winces at the pain in his bum, and Michael chuckles.

"Thanks for, uh, yeah," Luke blushes, slipping on a pair of clean boxers and tossing a pair to Michael. He pulls on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater, then fixes his messy hair a little in the mirror.

"You did so good, Luke, you felt amazing," Michael tells him, standing behind him and resting his hands on Luke's hips. Luke smiles and blushes even more, turning his head and kissing Michael's cheek. "Do you wanna come over to my apartment and I'll make some pizza?"

"You and your pizza, Mikey," Luke laughs, "Of course. You're lucky I like pizza as much as I do."