•March• In the middle of march we shared a moment that no force on earth could take away from us.
Luke quietly walked into the cabin bedroom where Michael was laying on the bed, texting his mother. Luke twiddled the end of his see through gown between his fingers as he walked closer. The little blonde bit his lip as he stood in front of the bed.
"Mikey?" Luke called softly.
"What's up ba-" Michael cut himself off as he looked up at Luke, his phone dropping from his hand. Luke blushed, looking down at his choice of clothing.
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Michael stood up from the bed and walked up to Luke, taking in the image of the beautiful blonde with bewildered eyes.
"What's all this?" Michael asked with a small, breathy chuckle. Luke hesitantly placed his hands on Michaels shoulders as he stepped closer.
"Calum always talked about how good Ashton made him feel, I never really understood most of the things he said but I get the gist of it... and I wanna do it" Luke explained. Michael sighed, gently placing his hands on Luke's hips.
"Princess-"
"Please don't ask me if I'm ready because I am. I promise. I don't wanna talk about it because I know you'll ask me a million times if I'm sure because thats just who you are. I'm not that scared little boy that hid in your closet anymore. I want this" Luke said somewhat confidently. Michael gave a soft, warm smile as he gently gripped Luke's hips and hoisted the boy up so he wrapped his legs around his waist.
"You're not that scared little boy anymore, you're right. You're my strong, beautiful, and kind boyfriend who has definitely grown so much since hiding in my closet" Michael laid Luke on the bed and hovered over him, softly kissing his jaw as he spoke.
"I don't want to be the broken boy anymore, Mikey" Luke whispered as his fingers enclosed around the fabric of Michaels tee shirt. Michael pulled his head away from Luke's neck, where he was previously leaving a trail of soft, tender kisses. He leaned his weight on his left elbow so he could gently stroke Luke's cheek with the thumb of his free hand.
"You were never the broken boy, sweetheart. You are and always will be the strong, hard headed, sweet boy that I fell so madly in love with that I can't even comprehend it sometimes. I may have saved you from an abusive bastard but you saved me from impending loneliness. You're my soulmate, sweetheart, and I will always love you no matter what" Michael spoke softly as his eyes never lost contact with Luke's. Luke's baby blues had tears in them, slowly sliding down his cheek as he tried to form a sentence that would be coherent and good enough to follow Michaels. Michael wiped Luke's tear away, kissing the wet skin softly.
