I passed my exam with a 10 so here's a little something I wrote for _Pizza_Muke_ a while ago ♡
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Michael wasn't one to care about the judgmental looks he got as he entered the backstage room. It was busy as it was just before the fifth sold-out performance in the Sydney Opera house.
The black haired boy pushed through the crowd of hairdressers and makeup artists, back up ballerinas and some more important dancers he remembered meeting on his boyfriend's birthday party.
Inconveniently, at the end of the room, he spotted a mess of dirty blond curls that belonged to the prettiest ballerina. Michael smiled widely and held on stronger to the bouquet of lilies he brought with him.
Luke was just applying a layer of powder across his face, smiling to his image in the mirror. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings when Michael pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Mikey," Luke whined and slapped his boy away. Absolute fond was radiating from his face as he took in the leather, skinny jeans, tattoos, and piercings his boyfriend showed off.
Michael smiled, pecking the pouting lips before showing Luke the lilies he was hiding behind his back.
"You shouldn't."
"I know. But I did anyway." There was an empty vase on Luke's table, already filled with water. The flowers were a tradition and Luke loved it more than he was willing to admit.
"Up," Michael said with a soft voice and Luke stood up only to sit back down on Michael's lap when the older boy sat on his chair. Luke kept on getting ready while Michael was pressing his plump lips against his dancer's bare shoulder.
When Luke was done Michael whispered to him. "My pretty ballerina."
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