Go Go Dancer // muke

chapter four

[ unedited,, sorry, its 2am and im drained ]

Luke couldn't stop thinking about Michael. Not only was he nice, attractive, rich, and kind, but he also played instruments. He had so many weak spots for musicians, especially when they had the punk rocker look to them. Like Luke was honestly about ready to drop his panties for the man whether he got stacks thrown on him or not.

And he has the cutest dogs, who were set as his background. How fucking cute is that? Like actual husband material.

He was headed to Michael's house to go agree to the relationship before the opening closed, but since the adult has been pampering him with attention and money already, he assumes the spot will stay open as long as Luke an is option. He doesn't want to toot his own horn, but you don't just hand someone six hundred if you don't want them to be with you or do something for you. And you don't text them all the time asking if they're free or have time to spare for a cup of coffee or even lunch.

So he left in a outfit he thought was sexy enough to take off and at a safe time, deciding that spending a little extra money on an Uber driver wouldn't really hurt considering his neighborhood wasn't exactly kind to boys like him. He walked every day, but it's only so often he's wearing something outside that isn't his work outfit. He's never walked out in high waisted shorts and a red crop top, let alone with fishnets and heeled boots added in the mix.

He could feel eyes on him as he waited for his Uber, and he kept his gaze down as a pit formed in his stomach. Once or twice has he walked out in a pair of shorts or a crop top, once or twice has he been called a 'faggot' by random men and 'disgusting' by random women. Many times has he cried himself to sleep about it, but honestly, right now, the only thing he wanted was to see Michael.

If he didn't like Luke's sense in fashion, then he didn't need his company. It's simple.

If he liked it, then Luke might as well just marry the man on the spot.

It didn't take too long for the car to come, and he got in quickly before that group of guys nearing him came too close. He closed the door and then looked at the driver before telling him the address.

He just nodded and gave a forced smile, making like shrink back into his seat as he waited to arrive at the address he had.

-

When he got there, he was given a few compliments and a few smiles, which felt weird. He never really got those, so he didn't how to reply besides a small smile and a nod. He felt warm as they told him he looked nice, and he wonders if he's been living in the wrong side of town all his life.

Granted, this place is full of rich people who can afford a hundred thousand a month for a whole floor to themselves. He can barely pay his rent and it's under a thousand dollars.

That lady's Yves belt is probably more expensive than his rent.

He stood in an elevator and then pressed the floor number and then waited, glad that he wouldn't have to share it since no one stepped in with him. It gave him time to let a heavy breath go before fixing his shirt and fishnet tights.

He tapped the tip of his boots on the floor and then thought about what he could say when he walks in. He can always start with a greeting, but that ends up provoking an awkward conversation about their day or how they've been. He's just not good with conversations, and he doesn't like starting them.

When the doors opened, he walked out and then looked for his door, finding it soon with little trouble. He knocked carefully, and he heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door shout that they're coming.

He pulled his shirt down and his shorts up, hoping to cover the midriff that he wasn't insecure with until about five seconds ago. He suddenly began rethinking his fishnets and boots, wondering if he looked like a cheap hooker. Most people dressed like this, so it was trendy, and cute, right?

Wrong, he suddenly felt trashy. He didn't belong here.

The opening door pulled him out of his thoughts and the man on the other side smiled before running his eyes over him. It never fell, but Luke still felt like throwing up with nerves.

"Luke, hey," he greeted him. "What's up?"

"Can I come in?" He asked and Michael nodded, opening the door wider for him to walk through.

"What's the occasion? Did I win some kind of lottery?" He joked as he set his hands on his hips. "Everything alright?"

"I was thinking about your offer and I'd like yo agree. You know..." He trailed off awkwardly and Michael's eyes were running over his body again. And again. And again. "The whole... sugar daddy thing, I guess that's what it's called."

"So this I can spoil you with more heels and you can wear them for me?" He asked and Luke's cheeks went red.

"You like them?"

"Honestly, you look great." Michael bit his bottom lip roughly. "This fishnet trend is honestly the best thing since sliced bread."

"You don't mind all of this?" Luke asked and Michael met his eyes. "The um... outfit? You don't mind me dressing like this?"

"If you like it, by all means, you go ahead and wear it." Michael told him. "For the record though, I do like it. You look hot, and I'm trying so hard to keep my hands off because this just started and it's disrespectful and -"

Luke smiled and then walked up to him before grabbing his hands and setting them on his waist. "You can have self respect and still have a sex life." Luke hinted and Michael curled his fingers around his waist.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you feel like you have to. I'm not an asshole."

"Honestly, I saw you and thought you were another basic punk rocker, but after I got to know you a bit, I'd drop on my knees for you if you just winked and asked." He confessed, letting his teeth tug on his bottom lip.

"Oh honey," Michael chuckled as he slid his hands down to Luke's hips. "This has only just started. If you like me now, you'll be in love within a week, swear."

Luke just shrugged and let Michael kiss his jaw. "Challenge accepted." The teen hummed, his eyes closing as he pulled the adult closer.