Maybe I'm Falling For You

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//A.N.//

warning: contains semi sexual scene. reader discretion is advised if you do not like that kind of stuff. p.s. it wasn't written by me.

Luke's POV

"Let's do something crazy," Michael suggests with a smirk. I run away to his bedroom. "Luke!" Michael whined. "You said to do something crazy," I retort, lying on his bed.

"C'mere," I demand, and Michael happily obliges. He's on my lap within a second, and I'm looking up at him, laying him back down, and crawling on top of him. I play with the hem of his shirt, and he helps me tug it off. Doing the same to my own. I run my hands down his chest and lean in, pressing kisses down his flat stomach. His hands are wound in my hair, as I undo his jeans. I connect our lips and can't help the few light moans that escape my mouth, as he traced my spine.

I roll my hips into his lightly, giving us both the pleasure we were in dire need of, in our lower regions. My hand rest on his knee, slowly sliding up. Michael moans quietly and I can't help but allow my lips to make contact with his neck again. He's mine. Our hips are moving in sync, and Michaels breathing is starting to become scattered. He rest his head on my shoulder, moving his hips against mine a bit rougher.

"Jesus, Michael," I groan, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I quickly unzip his jeans, and pull them down slightly, Michael lifts his hips up a bit, making rough contact with my own. I yank his jeans down, leaving him in only his boxers, and find myself staring straight into Michael's eyes. His pupils are dilated, and darkened with lust.

My hand's roaming wherever it pleases, and Michael doesn't seem to mind. His lips are slightly swollen from how much he's been biting them, and his cheeks are tinted pink. He leans up, colliding his lips with mine, tongue swiping my bottom lip, begging for entrance, which I allow. I mean, would you turn him down?

"You're so perfect Michael, you have n-no reason, oh god, to be jealous, nobody will ever compare," I say, but half way through he starts to slowly palm me through the thin fabric of my jeans. My breathing becomes rugged and I have no choice but to moan out loud, as Michael leaves a trail of lingering kisses down my stomach, stopping right before my jeans.

"J-Just ta-take them o-off, please," I stammer, rolling my hips into his harshly, needing some sort of friction. He undoes the button on my jeans slowly, then moves on to the zipper. This, he unzips achingly slow, knowing that the feeling of his hands anywhere near my little friend was enough to throw me over edge. "Michael, you're a fucking tease. Oh God," I moan, as he dips his fingers through the top of my jeans, and slowly tugs them down. I yank them down, not being able to take his teasing. I sit on his lap, and he tilts his head back.

"Only I get to see you like this. No one else will ever have the pleasure of seeing you like this. Got it?" I growl, into his ear. He simply nods. "Luke," He moans, voice raspy. "I love you, Michael. Only you, now kiss me you idiot," I order. Michael props himself up, on his elbows, kissing me passionately. My hands rest on his lower back, while one of his is raking through my hair, and the other is on my thigh. He's so warm, and I can feel his heat radiating off of him.

"I never would've hated you, if I got to spend a moment like this with you," I wink, causing Michael to chuckle.

Michael's POV

Luke lowers himself, trailing kisses from my chin to my waist. I pick up his head and make him look up at me. "I f-fucking love you," I stammer. He presses his lips to mine and I place my hand on his chest.

He finally let's himself down, and he rolls over next to me. I exhale tiredly. Luke breathes heavily. I roll over on my side and he does the same. Luke runs his fingers through my hair. I snuggle into him. He pulls up the cover hallway up our stomachs. He pulls my lower half closer to his.

He looks at me lovingly. I press my forehead against his. His warm breath covers my face. He smiles widely, pressing his lips to mine. I hold his head, rubbing the back of his head, tugging at his hair. He pulls back, pressing his forehead against mine again and biting his lip.

He rolls back on top of me, thrusting away. He lowers his body, biting gently on my ear. "I love you," He whispers. I turn and look at him. He stops moving. I pull his head down and collide our lips. I was way too in love with this boy to not kiss him. I just couldn't stop.

//A.N.//

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Well, that just happened. Thanks for reading guys, or girls, this was all @Kayla_Stylinson/@The_Big_Payno up until Michael's point of view . Hope you liked it. Not really, because Kayla wrote this with a face that was probably evil and strange. If you don't like this and had to skip it, don't worry, next chapter is going to be Cashton. Soooo....

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**mayannaise**