for IndieWashington <3
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"what's your problem, blondie?" michael asked as he noticed the mad expression on his boyfriends face.
"this place is a mess, michael, and all you're doing is sitting there!" luke groaned, crossing his arms.
michael looked around at the spotless living room. there was not one item out of place in the entire house.
"what do you want me to do? re-wax the floor? vacuum the driveway? there's not much more to do here." michael said sarcastically, and luke huffed.
he rolled his eyes, and michael put his hands up in defense.
"i'll clean. maybe i can clean the dishes so many times that sparkles show up like they do in the commercials." michael
said, and hugged luke tightly.
the younger boy groaned, and tried pushing michael away.
"what is up with you today?" michael asked, and luke looked up at him.
"my stomach hurts.." luke mumbled.
"ahh i see." michael said, leading luke over to the couch. "you're always in an awful mood when you're sick."
michael laid down with his back on the couch. luke laid down with his back to michael's chest.
"no i'm not." luke muttered.
"yes you are." michael argued.
"listen, i'm sick, i'm bloated, and i need attention." luke said, poking michael's side.
michael rolled over so luke was trapped between him and the back of the couch.
"you're so cute, lukey." michael said in a baby voice, kissing his face a few times making luke break out of his stubborn attitude and giggle.
michael pushed up luke's shirt, softly rubbing his stomach. luke closed his eyes, and laid his head against michael's chest.
michael moved his hand, but luke quickly grabbed it, pulling it back to his stomach.
"what do you want?" michael asked, laughing a little.
"it feels better when you do that." luke mumbled, and michael smiled, rubbing luke's stomach again.
michael leaned down and kissed luke's forehead. "you're so so so pretty,"
luke smiled, his cheeks turning pink as he pressed his nose to michael's chest.
"aw, you're blushing. i think somebody likes being called pretty.." michael teased, adding pressure on luke's stomach to ease the pain.
"i like it when you call me pretty." luke laughed, chewing on his finger.
"so cute." michael whispered, running his free hand through luke's hair, knowing it would make him tired.
luke closed his eyes, and michael felt the younger boy's body relax as he started falling asleep in his arms.
"feel better?"
"a lot better."
