*mentions arzaylea. if you say hateful things about her I will simply delete the comments. nobody deserves the amount of hate she receives.
"Michael how the hell am I going to explain this to her?!" Luke asked, laying his head in his hands.
"Look, you guys aren't too serious yet, so you better do it sooner than later." Michael told him, holding him closer.
Luke buried his head in Michaels chest, savoring the moment.
It was a little past 4 in the morning and Luke couldn't sleep. He finally realized that he wanted more than a girl. He wanted to be the one to be held and be kissed and be carried. He could probably find a girl that would do all of that, but what he really wants is Michael.
He hasn't told Michael that yet, though. All he said is that he likes boys.
"But what if she gets mad at me? What if she hates me, Mikey?" Luke cried, holding onto Michaels shirt.
"Um- luke-"
"I like her. I do. Just not as much as I thought. I like- I want- I just don't like girls, and I don't know what's wrong with me." Luke sobbed.
"Luke, nothing is wrong. And I have a feeling she'll be okay with it." Michael told him, running a hand through Luke's hair.
"You don't know that.." Luke cried.
"Yeah he does." He heard a female voice say, so he looked up quickly, seeing arzaylea.
"Luke, I'm in the room next door. I can hear everything, and don't you dare think I could ever hate you." She whispered, crawling on the bed beside Luke.
He lightly smiled, and she ran a hand through his hair as he laid on her shoulder. Michael stood up and Luke looked back at him.
"I'll be right back. I have to pee." Michael said, leaving the room.
"It's Michael isn't it?" She asked, and Luke nodded, holding her hand.
"I love him." Luke whispered.
"I know, Luke. The way you look at him says everything." She told him softly, kissing his head.
"You're okay."
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"Michael- there's one more thing I didn't tell you this morning." Luke whispered, walking into Michaels room.
It was a little after 10 pm and everyone had left the house except for Luke and Michael.
"What is it?" Michael asked, throwing his phone down, patting the spot next to him on the bed.
Luke shyly walked over and sat beside Michael, almost immediately pushing his lips onto the older boys.
Michaels eyes widened, but he kissed back, placing his hand on Luke's jaw, feeling the stubble that he loved so much.
"I- this morning, what I forgot to tell you is that I love you." Luke whispered, centimeters away from Michaels lips.
"I love you." Michael whispered, and Luke kissed him once again. He rolled on top of Michael, kissing his lips passionately and roughly.
Michaels hand ran down Luke's back, grabbing at his bum, pulling him closer.
Michaels free hand grabbed at Luke's curly hair, causing a moan to escape the blondes mouth.
"Baby." Michael whispered before flipping them over, diving his head into Luke's neck.
Luke gently sunk his nails into the skin on Michaels back as the older boy sucked a love bite into his neck.
He felt soft, slow, gentle kisses being trailed up his neck, and eventually Michael picked his lips once more.
Luke smiled, and Michael placed his forehead on Luke's. He felt their fingers tangle together, and he looked down into the baby blue eyes that he's always dreamed of.
