MUKE one shots ♡

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for mellovesmichaelc

tw: smut

y'all better vote and comment because this took a while to write.

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"For the love of God, Michael, please stop looking at him like that."

Michael grinned and finally peeled his eyes off his boyfriend and turned to Ashton.

"You're just jealous your boyfriend doesn't look as hot as mine."

Trying to prevent his friends from fighting, Calum decided to pitch in. "Seriously Mikey, you're drooling."

Michael shrugged his shoulders and turned back to watch his boyfriend pose for the camera. He was already done with his solo photos and had to now wait for the rest of the band to do the same before they would take some group photos.

Ashton couldn't let go of the topic. "I'm not jealous. I don't think Luke's hot, he's like a brother to me."

"And we all know how much you love watching all that step-sister porn."

Ashton blushed and immediately left his friends who were dying from laughter. It wasn't their fault Ashton didn't delete his internet history.

"Give me that." Michael pulled Calum's diary out of his hands and tore a page out of it. Calum was used to it as Michael was never prepared to write down song ideas that would randomly pop up in his head.

He wrote something down with Calum's pen and folded the paper before returning the stolen goods back to his Kiwi friend.

Next time the photographer asked the hairstylist to go and fix Luke's hair Michael stopped her and asked her to give the folded piece of paper to him.

He observed with a smile on his face how Luke opened up the paper with a frown on his face. His baby blue eyes went over it once, twice before he looked up to Michael's direction. Luke's cheeks were burning red and when he thought no one was looking he showed Michael his middle finger. Michael started laughing and soon enough the photographer announced Luke was done because he lost all of his focus.

Calum's name was called and he looked at Michael suspiciously. "What have you done Clifford?"

"Nothing you should be worried about Hood."

Before he could say more, Michael was pulled off the couch towards the dressing rooms.

Luke made sure no one was anywhere near before he locked the door behind them and pushed Michael further into the room.

"You're such a little piece of shit you know that?"

It was a rhetorical question because Michael did, indeed, know that.

"You didn't like my compliment?" He asked smugly.

Luke pulled the little paper out of his pocket and read it out loud.

"You'd look even better with those skinnies around your ankles, bend across a table with my dick in your ass."

Michael hummed. "Now that I think of it, I should really add that someone should be taking pictures of your face when you'd moan my name."