michael stepped into his house, and threw down his motorcycle helmet.
he took off his leather jacket, exposing his full sleeves of tattoos. he looks scary when he walks by, and he's not afraid to fight, but there is one thing that completely melts his heart.
"mikey!"
michael turned around and smiled when he saw luke. the blonde boy was wearing a lavender knitted sweater with long grey socks that came up just above his knees.
"come here." michael said softly, and luke smiled, running over to michael. he jumped in the older boys arms, and michael spun him around.
michael pressed luke's back against the fridge and littered his face and neck with little kisses.
"stop!" luke giggled, closing his eyes.
"i can't. i love kissing you," michael laughed, pressing his nose to luke's.
"you do?" luke asked, a smile still on his face.
"of course i do. you're my princess." michael said softly, making luke blush.
"i'm a princess," luke giggled, hugging michael's shoulders.
"a beautiful one." michael whispered, kissing luke's shoulder.
"you're so good to me." luke whispered.
"because you make me happy." michael said, and started walking in the direction of their bedroom as he carried luke.
"you make me happy, michael clifford." luke said, and pressed his forehead to michael's.
"are you sleepy? i know i got home really late, and you're already in your pajamas, baby." michael laughed as he sat on the bed.
"yeah, but i don't wanna go to bed without you." luke pouted.
"alright, sweetheart. go get me a pair of sweatpants, yeah?" michael said, and patted luke's bum lightly.
the younger boy nodded, and ran to the other side of the room to get michael some sweatpants as he got undressed.
luke threw michael the pants, and got under the covers quickly.
michael got in beside luke, and held him tightly in his arms.
"i love you, baby." michael gished, kissing luke's head.
"looooove you, mikey."
