Maybe I'm Falling For You

19

Michael's POV

Luke held me against him as he kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands roamed all over my body. I started to tug at his hair softly. He moaned quietly, causing me to pull back. "Never thought that would happen," I joke. He smirks. "Hm?" I start to laugh. "Look at us," He said. "Grade school enemies," He kisses my jawline, "to young adult lovers."

I giggle. Yes, fucking giggled. "Oh. What was that?" He asked. "Like you haven't done that today?" I challenge. He starts to laugh. Luke looks at me with a devilish hint in his eyes. "Wha-" He scooped me up and over his shoulder. "Luke!" I shout. "Michael!" He mocked. He dropped me on the couch, hovering over me.

"I love you," I say. "Not as much as I love you," He says, lowering himself. "If you try to fuck me, I swear I'll kill you," I smirk. He laughs and kisses my forehead. "Would it really be that bad?" He joked. At least, I hope he was joking. I rolled over, causing him to fall off the couch. "Ow," He grumbled. I chuckled. "Idiot," I laugh. He rolls his eyes.

"C'mere," He said. He dragged me down on top of him. "You're terrible," I joke. "I try," Luke winks. "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?" I chuckle. "The best thing ever!" He says, wrapping his arms around me. I pulled away, failing because Luke was stronger. "I love you," He says into my shoulder.

In case you don't know what the actual fuck we were doing, I was sitting in between Luke's legs with his arms wrapped around my waist, leaning back against his chest. He leaned against the couch, pecking the top of my head. Every once in a while, he'd kiss my collarbone or move his hands around. We stared at the TV, but we weren't paying attention to it.

"Let's do something crazy!' Luke said, out of the blue. I sighed tiredly. "Luke. I just came back from the hospital, I don't need to go back," I say, sitting next to him. He laughs. "No, like let's just, I don't know, do something. I'm bored," He said. I shrugged.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask. He shrugged. "Well that helped," I joked. He playfully shoved me. I laugh, only to suddenly gasp when his lips attack my neck. I grasp onto his shoulders, and tilt my neck giving him easier access. He bites down on the sensitive skin, and I bite my lip, as I mess with the hem of his shirt.

He pulls away only to tug off his shirt, and collide his lips with mine. I run my hands down his back, his warm skin comforting. He disconnects our lips and his lips are on my neck again, sucking gently.

"Mine." He mumbles. "You're mine, I don't like sharing." He breathes out, pecking the new lovebite. I simply nod, biting my lip harder. "I love you, I love you so much." I whisper, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I love you mor-" A ringing interrupts his sentence. I only then notice it's my phone, and silently curse, answering the phone, even though it was an unknown number, and allowing my eyes to rake over his bare chest. "Hello?" I answer, breathless, putting it on speaker. Luke tries his best to control his laughter and stay quiet.

"Mikey? Hey sorry, I was going through my old contacts and wanted to check if this was still your number," Alexander's voice rings through the line.

Luke's eyebrow quirks up, and he pulls me closer, so I was seated on his lap. I lace my open hand with his as he smiles, pressing a kiss to his forehead for reassurance.

"Oh h-hey, yeah I like to stick with the same number." I laugh, trying to not focus on the fact that I'm was seated on my shirtless boyfriend's lap, after having a proper snog session. "Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out at my place tomorrow. I have no plans, so I was wondering if you'd like to catch up." Alexander ask, sounding hopeful. Luke brings his lips to my ear. "Say no." Luke mumbles, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Well, I-I don't know, I mean, I had plans with Luke and- "He can come too! I mean, he's your friend and I'd love to meet him too," Alex said. Luke shook his head, making me smile. "I don't know, but I've got your number, so I'll call you back yeah?" I said. "Okay, talk to you later then," He said, hanging up. "No," Luke said. "What?" I ask. "We're not going over there. You're mine, and I've already said it, but I'll say it again. I don't like sharing," He says, pressing his lips to mine. I smile, holding his head as he played with the hem of my shirt.

I pull back, pressing my forehead against his. "Not gonna happen, Hemmings," I wink. He chuckles deeply. "Why not, you've already got mine off," He charms. I sigh and take off my shirt. His hand traces my flat stomach. I smile, because he lightly traced my ticklish spot. I lean back on the floor, as Luke towers over me. He leans down and collides his lips to mine. His hands roam my bare upper body as mine do the same. I can't believe this is what I was doing, making out with a boy I used to hate shirtlessly, at 4 in the afternoon.

Luke pulled back, briefly looking at the lovebite he had given me. I trace my fingers along his collarbone. "So tell me. What've you got against Alex, hm?" I asked. He chuckles. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want you making googly eyes at every boy that wanders your way," He admits. I smile and lightly blush. "So now you tell me. Why'd he kiss your head?" He asked. I sit up, relying on my arms to prop me up. "We never dated, I'll tell you that. I don't even know. He's just really friendly," I say. "Yeah. 'Friendly'. Just tell me Mikey," He says.

"I'm telling you the truth. We never dated. He does that to a lot of people. Mostly boys though. He's weird," I say. "Well, you two are friends, and you better keep it that way," Luke says. "By the way," I start. "What?" Luke asks, pressing his lips gently to the lovebite. "I'm gonna tell Alexander we're going over tomorrow." I bolt up and grab my phone. "No way!" Luke shouts, running after me.

"Yes way!" I shout back. I keep running and lock the door to my room. "Mikey. Please don't do this," He begs, hitting my door. "Too late. You don't even know him. This would be a great chance for you to not hate him," I say, dialing his number.

"Mikey," Luke whined. I talked to Alex and told him we'd go over around noon to see him. I finally opened the door and press a kiss to his lips. "Don't even," He mumbles. I pull back and smirk. "I really hate you right now," He says. "I find that hard to believe," I wink. He chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist as we shirtlessly walk back to the living room and sit on the couch.

I put my shirt back on, making Luke laugh. "What's wrong with putting my shirt back on?" I asked. "Let's face it Mikey. You and I both like it better when its off." I roll my eyes.

//A.N.//

Hiiiiiiii!!!!! So, um, that happened and the sexual-ish part wasn't written by me, surprise surprise. The person who did write it will probably comment on this line. So, um, yeah. What'd you think of Luke's moments. Huh? Alright, next chapter will be up ASAP!!

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