MUKE one shots ♡

• my muse •

for GlitterAshton (this took a bit of a turn but I hope you like it anyway.)

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Michael absolutely hated Mr. Henderson's classes. His professor was a great artist but anatomy drawing classes were the worst.

When he signed up for the class he presumed he'd have to draw either his hand or maybe Ashton's nose but no. Each week a different person came to model for them.

Naked.

So each week Michael would spend four to six hours blushing and getting annoyed over Ashton's stupid remarks. His classmate, of course, had no problem with nudity but Michael was always a bit of a prude.

As they walked to the class and sat propped everything they needed Ashton as always decide to guess who'll pose for them the day. Their age, sex and body type.

"You remember the party we went to last week?"

Michael nodded, already being in a weird mood.

"Well, I told your friend Calum that he should apply."

"You're insane," Michael commented, making sure he had all the tools he needed. It had happened once that his chalk broke and he had to walk over to the other side of the room to get one. The classroom wasn't that big so he had to walk past the model and it just so happened to be one of the girls from his photography class and he almost died from embarrassment when she winked at him.

"Why? He's fucking fit and he said he needed to make some extra money. Plus he said you guys were friends since you were like two, I'm sure you've seen him naked at least ten times."

"Because I have no desire to see you being hard for five hours."

That shushed Ashton and the two didn't speak for the next few minutes.

When professor Henderson walked into the room Michael didn't look up at all.

He listened to his instruction carefully but he knew the model for the day was also there. What Michael found even worse than drawing a naked person was seeing a stranger undress in front of him.

"Fucking hell he's hot," Ashton commented but Michael only looked up after counting to thirty, making sure that he was situated.

When he looked up, Michael almost choked on the gum he had in his mouth.

"Told you he's hot." Ashton grinned, knowing Michael had a thing for blond twinks like the one sitting on a sofa chair in front of them.

"Ash," Michael whispered, making sure only his friend heard him. "It's him."

Frowning, Ashton looked to the model and back to Michael. "I don't know him."

The green-eyed man rolled his eyes and reached for his sketchbook. He opened it on one of the last thirty pages, knowing the blond man was on all of them.

Ashton's eyes widened and his grin only grew.

"No way. Fuck Michael, I always knew you were picky about people you sleep with but this my friend... He's eleven out of ten."