Luke frowned as Michael looked over at him with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"You're seriously going to ask me to do the fucking dishes while there's a pile of unfinished work sitting in front of me so you can go watch tv?" Michael asked sarcastically, and Luke shook his head.
"I just- we always switch, and I thought since it was your turn y- nevermind. I'm sorry." Luke said softly.
Michael sighed and kept typing. He didn't mean for it to sound so mean, but he was just tired and stressed out.
Luke had his back turned to Michael as he loaded the cups into the dishwasher.
Michael stood up, and walked over to Luke, hugging his small waist from behind, laying his head on Luke's shoulder for a second.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I didn't mean to." Michael said, and Luke shrugged.
"It's okay, Michael." Luke said softly.
"No it isn't. You didn't deserve that." The older boy whispered, kissing Luke's cheek.
"I just feel like I frustrate you sometimes." Luke said quietly.
"Oh, you do. You frustrate the hell out of me, but that's only about 3% of the time. The rest of that time, you make me so happy, and I spend every second loving you. I know I frustrate you too, but it's okay because i know you love me just as much." Michael told him, and Luke smiled, hiding his face.
"Now, what do you say we get these dishes done together and we can go cuddle on the couch. I can get my work done tomorrow morning?" Michael said and Luke shook his head.
"No, you don't have to do that."
"I have tomorrow off, I have plenty of time, babe." Michael said, and Luke looked up at Michael and smiled.
"Than yeah. I'd like that." Luke whispered, kissing Michaels chin.
