Recount the Seconds (Muke)

Chapter 15

A/N IMPORTANT READ THIS

I wouldn't go so far as to call the first bit smut, but it's suggestive, so if you're uncomfortable with that, go ahead and skip it! 

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Present - Luke

 A slight whimper escapes my lips as my body slams up against the wall; it’s nothing, really, but it’s enough to draw Michael’s attention away from painting pictures on the delicate skin of my neck.

“Y’okay?” he mumbles into my shoulder, his breath tickling my sticky skin.

“Better than ever,” I smirk, biting at my lip ring. “Anyway – I’m not the delica—”

“Don’t start with me, Hemmings.”

“Yea—“

Sliding a hand up to grasp at my hair, Michael interrupts me with a sudden kiss. There’s something desperate in the way he wordlessly grabbed my wrist and tugged me into his room the moment his parents left for a dinner date, the way he presses his body flush against me, the way his lips collide with mine haphazardly, like we’re running out of time…it almost worries me.

“Michael.” I gently push him away, my palms on his shoulders.

His half-wild grey eyes dart up to meet my slightly disconcerted gaze.

Words fail me. God, he is beautiful. I bite back a smile.

“What?”

“I just—” I fall silent.

Slowly, he leans into me again.

“No.”

“What?” he insists, eyebrows furrowed.

“I missed you,” I whisper.

“Deep, Lucas.” He continues to lean closer.

I giggle.

“Perv.”

“Whatever.”

“You’re so fucking immature.”

“You’re mean.”

He leans his forehead against mine, sighing.

“Mikey, are you sure you…? You’re…” I trail off as his hand slides down my torso to tug at the hem of my shirt. My stomach flips.

“I am in love with you,” he murmurs, moving even closer, pressing his hips into mine. “I remember, and I’m in love with you.” He pauses. “There’s a lot I’m not sure about, but I’m not worried about that right now, I’m worried about this.” Tilting his head to one side, he looks down and plays with my hem again.

“I can live with that.”

“Don’t mock me, it’s a serious problem.” He chuckles under his breath and my throat tightens.

With a grin, I push his hands away and yank the t-shirt up over my head. When it’s off, I see that he’s followed suit. Smirking at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, he wraps his arms around my neck.

I’ve missed you so fucking much, I want to say. It’s been hell without you. I nearly…I never want to lose you again, I want to say. This time, as he tugs me toward the bed in the corner of the room, the desperation is mine.

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Present – Calum

“I’m sorry I made shitty coffee,” I sigh, propping my feet up on the kitchen’s island while Ash fusses with the coffee maker.