Related {Muke}

18

"Hey, its almost Christmas!"

I groaned, "that's nice. I was almost going to wake up."

"No you weren't." Luke pouted.

"Oh my, you know me so well." I retorted, grabbing a pillow and covering my face with it.

I felt Luke move on top of me, straddling me and running his fingers down my stomach.

"You're cold." He stated.

"I'm pale." I mumbled back, "Now can I sleep now?"

"Yeah...but I want to cuddle." Luke giggled, moving beside me and wrapping his arm around my hips.

I pulled him and the blankets closer so we were both enveloped in the warm cloths. The blond clutched the back of my shirt, his head against my chest.

"Go back to sleep." I grunted when I felt his eyes on me.

I opened my eyes, looking down to meet Luke's blue eyes staring back at my green ones.

"How come we've never done this before?"

"Maybe because I thought I hated you."

He frowned slightly, "No I mean...i...what are we?"

"Brothers..."

"Brothers don't do what we do though." The younger male pointed out.

"I call Calum my brother and we've exchanged blowies multiple times before he met Ash."

Luke huffed at that, "By blood Michael."

"I don't like titles. It doesn't matter. We're whatever you want us to be. Its not like you can tell anyone so."

"I know.." He pouted, looking down at his small fingers playing with mine, "But I just...can we be boyfriends?"

"Sure bun. But if you've changed your ringtones to Christmas music we're breaking up."

He gasped, "Fine I guess we're broken up."

I grabbed his waist, forcing him to stay in my bed. I hid my face in his fluffy blond locks.

"Stay. You're warm." I mumbled, stroking his hair.

He curled into my body, fitting perfectly against me. The Australian held my one hand in his, playing with my fingers and every once in a while he's kiss my knuckles.

"When did you get this tattoo?"

I looked down at the X on my middle finger, "Freshmen year. The anchors from Sophomore."

"So this was last year and then this year?" He tapped my two arm tattoos.

"Mhmm." I hummed, "I got my eyebrow done last week."

"really? I thought you always had it!"

I shook my head, "Last week. Saturday."

"I think its one of those things that looks so natural you can't tell. Like you just seem like someone to have an eyebrow piercing." Luke shrugged.

"You should get a lip ring." I said.

"no that'll hurt and mum will kill me."

"Nah, she'll scold us both and we'll be sent to our rooms for the day. Or to be outside." I mumbled.

"Ah the dreaded out side." Luke giggled, poking my chest.

"Hmm." I hummed, rolling over top of him, kissing his neck, "Making out in my car."

He let out a breathy moan, closing his eyes. I cupped his cheek as I marked up his neck. The Skype music started playing from Luke's room.

"Go answer that. Its probably mom." I mumbled, pulling away from him.

The blond frowned but got off the bed. I smacked his bum as he got of the bed. Luke blushed and scurried out of my room.

"Hiya mommy!" I heard.

I rolled my eyes at that. He's such a suck up.

"Luke, what's on your neck?" Mom demanded.

I sighed and heard him start stuttering, "I-I uh-um.."

I rolled out of bed, going to his room, "I got a bag of ice for your baseball incident but I forgot it in the kitchen."

He went along with the lie and glared at me, "Thanks f-for nothing."

He thrusted his laptop into my hands, stomping off. I muttered bad names under my breath before mumbling a hello to my mother. It was so easy to trick her.

"Hello Michael. Are you two getting along?" She asked.

"We never get along but he's been less annoying I guess." I mumbled, acting bitter like I usually am.

She sighed, "I just wanted to check in on you two. The house is still intack I'm hoping."

"Yes mother."

"Okay. Don't forget to do laundry and clean up once in a while."

I rolled my eyes at that, "Bye mom. Merry Christmas if you don't get back."

"Bye honey. Tell your brother merry Christmas. I'll be home by new years. Love you."

"Love you too."

I shut the laptop and set it back on his bed. I went back to my room, smirking when I saw the blond sprawled out on my bed, very comfortable in his mint lace and plain black muscle tee.

"Where were we babyboy?" I mumbled, climbing into bed and pulling him on top of me.

He blushed, giggling softly as he let me kiss up his neck and suck on his earlobe. Luke hummed, smiling as he clutched my hands in his.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah babyboy."

"Will you dye your hair lilac? For me?" He looked up at me, his baby blue eyes sparkling.

"Of course. For you."