*mentions of abuse
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michael walked into the house and sat down a case of beer that he just picked up. it was finally the weekend and he just wanted to relax at home.
"michael, you're home!" he heard and smiled as he heard his boyfriend running down the stairs.
he picked up a bottle, and began opening it as luke ran to the kitchen.
"hey, baby." michael said, and luke's face fell a little as he saw michael messing with the beer bottle.
"what are you doing?" luke asked quietly.
"nothing, why?" michael asked, putting the rest of the case in the fridge.
"you're drinking." luke whispered, and michael nodded.
"yeah, you want one?" michael asked, and luke shook his head, fiddling with his fingers.
"you're not actually gonna drink that right?" luke asked quietly, his voice shaking.
"yeah? i just opened it.." michael laughed. "...what's wrong?"
"put it down." luke growled, and glared at michael.
"what the heck, luke? just tell me what's going on."
"put it down." luke repeated slower, and michael furrowed his eyebrows.
"no." the older boy said, and took a sip, not understanding why luke was so angry at him.
"stop!" luke screamed, and michael sat the bottle down.
"you're acting insane, luke." michael said, and the blonde boy felt his eyes stinging.
once his hand touched the bottle again, luke pulled on his hair, keeping his eyes on michael's actions.
"don't michael." luke cried, and walked over, pressing his chest to michael's, holding the wrist of the hand that held the bottle.
"no more..." luke whispered, and michael hated seeing luke so torn up.
his free hand began to tug at his hair again.
"michael, please don't pick that up again. please... i love you." luke cried.
michael slid the bottle away, despite not understanding luke.
"tell me what's going on. i know you didn't like drinking, but why to this extent?" michael asked.
luke glanced over at the bottle, and bit his lip lightly.
"my- my dad used to drink out of bottles just like that. he would drink them right before he hit me. and- my ex boyfriend used to drink them too. he would drink them, and then he would touch me in ways i didn't want. i told him no, but he didn't listen. he was too drunk to listen. i don't want that anymore. i don't want to be scared anymore..." luke wiped his eyes with his sleeve, sniffling a little as tears fell down his cheeks.
"...i've only ever felt safe when i'm with you. i don't want that to end."
michael pulled luke into a tight hug, not letting him go.
"you're so safe here. you're alright. you're so safe, and i would never lay my hands on you in a way that you didn't want. i would never hurt you, luke. never."
luke cried on michael's shoulder.
he felt so weak, but at the same time, he felt so strong in michael's arms.
