We Were Young

Didn't Mean It

  He sat on his bed, staring as Luke rushed to get clothes on.
"Luke... come on, can you just look at me?" Michael begged.
"Put some pants on, then maybe we can talk..." he said, pulling a sweatshirt over his head and running a hand through his messy sex hair. Michael rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling out a clean pair of boxers and slipping them on.
"Better?" He asked, staring at the taller boy.
"W-why would you do that? Why would I let you?"
"You know why."
"No! I don't know why Michael! Is it because you just broke up with your girlfriend? Are you really so lonely that you had to take advantage of me?"
"Babe, I wasn't taking advantage of you-"
"Don't call me that! Of course you were, Michael! You don't care about me that way. You don't care about me the way that I care about you..."
"You don't know that-"
"Yes I do! If you cared you wouldn't have strung me along all these years knowing-"
"Luke-"
"No! Just. Just leave me alone. I need to go..." he turned and ran out of the house, ignoring Michael as he called after him. Everything was changing.

Luke walked into the law firm, directly disobeying the orders from his doctor about resting and taking it easy. He walked right into his boss's office. Nia looked up at him, obviously surprised to see him.
"Luke, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?" She asked, crossing her leg over her knee.
"I don't have time, I have a case to win..." he replied. "Do you have the file?" She opened her desk and pulled out a bag holding a file with a small tear in the center, blood staining the pages, Luke's blood.
"They're working on making a new one, well. Making copies of the pictures and some of the documents... you'll have to try to write up some of your notes again, but for now you're going to go home. Get some rest Luke. You've just been stabbed. If it wasn't for that briefcase, you would be dead right now."
"Nia, I-"
"Go home, Mr. Hemmings. I'll call you when the file is complete, until then, I dont want you coming in..." Luke sighed and walked out, heading over to his desk. He pulled open a drawer and grabbed his cell phone that he left the night he was attacked, turning and beginning to head towards the door. He walked into the hallway and headed to the front desk, seeing Calum talking to someone up front.
"Luke! Hey, how are you feeling? What are you doing here, babe?" He asked as the guy turned around
"I'm fine-" Luke froze when he saw the man's face. It was Michael. The last time he saw him was when they were shouting at each other from across campus. The last thing Luke told him still haunted both of them. Calum looked between the two of them awkwardly, remembering how much they suddenly hated each other just 7 years ago. He never understood why. Luke moved out of the house and refused to go out if Michael was involved. A few years later, Michael asked Calum to be in his wedding and when he asked if Luke was invited Michael just tensed up at the name before walking away.
"So," Calum started awkwardly. "Uh, you guys remember each other..."
"I have to go..." Luke whispered, pushing passed them and walking out. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as all of his emotions began clouding him once again. Memories of the boy he was still hopelessly in love with.
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  He sat alone in his apartment, staring at the wall blankly as he held onto the bottle of stinging liquid. There was a distant sound of keys clinging together before it opened and someone walked in.
"Luke?" Calum asked softly, coming in and sitting next to the boy. "You alright?" He just sighed and nodded, looking at the ground.
"I'm fine." He whispered. "Why was Michael visiting you today?" He snapped suddenly, surprising himself.
"Don't be jealous, Lukey. He hired me as his divorce lawyer..." everything inside of the boy clenched up. He was getting a divorce? Why? Was he going to try getting back with Luke like he has tried so many times before? "Seriously, babe, are you okay?"
"Yeah sorry. I'm... uh, I'm just thinking about the attack..." Calum's arms twisted around the boy's thin waist, his hand resting lightly over the bandage over the wound.
"Don't do that to yourself, baby," Calum whispered, kissing his jawline. "Please don't." Luke looked over at the smaller boy, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"Do you have to visit Miranda tonight?" Luke asked quietly. He just shook his head.
"I broke up with her. I'm all yours Lukey..." it was Calum's idea to be in an open relationship. Luke didn't mind. He just needed a distraction from everything, and Calum was perfect for that. "What do you say we take away the pain a little?" Calum whispered, his hand slowly resting over Luke's bulge through his tight black jeans.
"What do you have in mind?" Luke asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Calum smirked and kneeled down on the floor, right infront of Luke as he undid the boy's pants. He playfully pulled them down and began rubbing him through the fabric of the boy's underwear, making Luke's jaw clench as he felt himself grow hard. Calum pulled down the boxers to Luke's ankles, allowing his dick to spring up.
"Excited to see me?" Calum smirked, taking the long member in his hands, placing a soft kiss on the tip. Luke clenched his fists and bit his lip, beginning to breath heavily. Calum put his mouth around the boy's throbbing member and began bobbing his head sucking and flicking his tongue skillfully. He pushed down all the way, not even gagging as the dick hit the back of his throat. He continued his skillful motions before tasting the sweet liquid fill his mouth. He smirked and pulled away, swallowing. He looked up at Luke who looked so vulnerable, he couldn't pass up this opportunity. He pulled off the boy's shirt before beginning to undo his own pant. Luke quickly began taking off Calum's tie and shirt, tossing them to the side with the other items of clothing Calum picked up his tie and smirked, beginning to tie the boy's hands behind his back, positioning him on his knees on the couch.
"What do you want me to do to you, baby?" Calum growled in his ear, spanking him as he grabbed a condom out of his wallet.
"C-Calum, take advantage of me... Make me scream." Calum smirked and picked up his belt holding it around the boy's waist as he aligned himself. He didn't wait. He pushed himself in all the way, earning a loud grunt from Luke. He began slamming himself inside at a steady pace, starting out slow. Luke felt his ass tighten around Calum's hard dick as he pushed himself inside harder and faster. The couch began shaking as Luke tried biting back his moans.
"Come on, baby," Calum said, slapping his ass roughly. "Let it all out." Luke bit his lip harder, tasting blood before he slipped, letting out a whimper. Calum slammed harder, letting out a moan himself. Luke lost it, his loud moaning began to fill the apartment and he began calling out the boy's name, urging Calum to force himself harder. They both moaned now, their voices echoing together. Calum pulled Luke up so he was sitting up straight as he continued thrusting into him. He began kissing and biting the boy's soft neck, leaving a trail of purple marks. He reached around and began jerking off Luke, wanting him to cum at the same time. They were both shaking and Calum's thrusts became sloppy right before he felt himself fill the condom as Luke squirted, all over the fabric of the couch. He fell forward, breathing heavily as Calum discarded the condom and untied the boy's hands. Luke flipped over and Calum lay down ontop of him, both still breathing heavily.
"Feeling better?" Calum asked, tracing tiny circles on his bare chest.
"Definitely," Luke replied, resting his own hand over the bandage and falling asleep with his best friend.