The Punk & The Prude ☞ MUKE AF & little itty bit of Lashton

11 | When In Rome

edited: 06/12/18

OF COURSE, MICHAEL wouldn't obey Luke's request to stay away, but he sure as hell knew that he couldn't keep torturing his boy any longer. So maybe that's why he's been ignoring Luke for the past week, or maybe that's why he's standing in front of the school with a lit cigarette between his middle and index fingers, a coy expression on his face while Luke and Ashton sat in the courtyard acting all loving and gross. At some point, Luke's curious baby blues ventured to the figure that stood by the large oak tree and he let out a small sigh. In that same moment, Ashton looked over because he felt another presence and met eyes with the one and only Michael Clifford.

"What's he doing just standing there?" Ashton growled. "Get lost, you fucking freak!"

Michael's focus tuned in when Ashton started yelling at him, eyes and ears training on the two boys who were now looking at him. Luke grabbed onto Ashton's large hand with both of his much smaller, manicured hands and tugged. When that didn't work, Luke reached up and grabbed Ashton's face, pulling it toward his own, but even then Ashton's attention still wasn't on the boy.

"Ash..." Luke pleaded in a voice that was actually super inappropriate to be used outside of a designated bedroom area, but Luke was too innocent to know that. Of course, the way he said this, the pout of his lips, and how he squeezed Ashton's hand in his own caught Ashton's attention. I really don't know how to explain how it caught Michael's attention.

Ashton looked at his boy as if he wanted to eat him up, already trying to cover up the fact that he was flustered beyond words and his mouth was suddenly very dry. Michael was now starting to walk away from the tree and the happy couple toward the parking lot where his bike was parked. Luke's eyes unintentionally drifted to Michael's retreating figure, watching him drop his loosely held cigarette onto the concrete. Something in Luke urged him to run to Michael and hop onto his death machine just one last time, wanting to wrap his arms around Michael's waist and feel the wind on his face.

Then Luke remembered Ashton.

Luke felt guilty for thinking of Michael Clifford - not his boyfriend - when Ashton Irwin - his boyfriend - was right in front of him, ready to give him everything that Luke had wanted. When Luke caught the flu, Ashton was over first thing in the morning until Luke's adoptive parents had kicked him out when it got too late just spending time with Luke, switching out the wet cloths on Luke's forehead, and picking the movies. Ashton would eat lunch with Raven, Luke's sister, and bring Luke some Saltine's that Luke's mum had bought. Ashton was the perfect boyfriend.

So why was Luke attracted to Michael so much?

Why was Luke's mind constantly thinking of Michael?

The boy who smelled heavily of cigarette smoke and rode a motorcycle and wore leather jackets; whose hair was dyed and neon socks never matched; the one who screamed everything dangerous and things that Luke had tried to avoid in his life. There was a reason people called Luke a prude and it was something that Luke took pride in himself for. He was perfect - no wrong-doings, no mishaps - Luke Robert Hemmings was the nicest, cleanest, most simple, and certainly the most drama-free person at his school and it was because people like Michael weren't allowed in his personal life.

But somehow, the cookie cutter clean boy's head was wrapped around one person.

MichaelMichaelMichaelMichaelMichael.

Luke would get excited at the thought of just seeing Michael during the day, and then he'd hurt because he gets the same way when he sees Ashton and that's not a good sign. Luke would catch himself trying to tie a meaning to Michael's many tattoos or count the seconds that the two would hold eye contact before Michael would crack his signature smirk and Luke would have to look away, even though Michael already saw the blush on Luke's cheeks. Luke would find himself trying to search for Michael in a dense crowd and even at lunch when Luke knew that Michael somehow escaped campus to go smoke.

So what Luke had done next, he would sincerely regret.

Luke swallowed down a ball of anxiety threatening to burst his confident demeanor and give himself away while watching Michael slide onto his bike. Luke's grip on Ashton's hands loosened immensely, though the honey blonde didn't pay attention, and Luke slowly rose from the bench. His fingertips trailed up Ashton's arm delicately, almost as if Luke knew what it meant to be a tease, and he stopped when his knees locked.

Luke's rose gold metallic sneakers reflected the afternoon sun in his eyes and he breathed heavily.

"Michael," Luke called in a hoarse voice.

Ashton glanced up from his phone and Michael smirked but didn't look back.

Great Luke, now how do you expect to get you of this one?

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