Anxiety [Muke af]

Twenty-three

Can we just take a moment and appreciate how adorable this is?

Also, trigger warning! Read carefully please. 

Luke woke up to someone gliding their fingers over his arm. At first he thought nothing of it, but then he remembered...

He jolted his eyes open, and pulled his arm away, sitting up. A horrified expression on his face. He flinched away from Michael, who he was suprised to see had tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Michael, I..." he swallowed a lump in his throat. Michael shook his head while wiping his eyes "This what was you were talking about on the phone, wasn't it?" he croaked out. Luke nodded, even though he was lying. 

It was all he seemed to do: Lie. 

"Show me." Michael scooted closer to Luke, he was almost blurry because of the tears. The blonde shook his head " I- I can't..."

"Please... If- if you trust me, show me." Luke bit the inside of his cheek. He stood up from the bed and walked over so he was standing directly infront of Michael. He pulled off his sweater, revealing his thin, pale torso. He was crying now. 

Michael covered his mouth with his hands and let out a chocked sob. Luke took a deep breath before pulling off his pants as well. Michael stood up and looked into Luke's eyes with a hard expression Luke couldn't read. They were both crying. "I'm so sorry," Luke cried, burying his face in his hands. Michael pulled him into a hug "It's okay. I'm here. I'm gonna help you. Please don't hide things from me, Angel." 

They pulled away and Michael lead Luke to his bed. He made Luke sit down on it, while he took a seat beside him. He gently took Luke's arm and began to kiss every single cut and every single scar. 

"Don't ever do this again. Ever,"he whispered, pressing another kiss to his arm. "You're stronger than this. I believe in you." he kissed all the way up his arm to his neck. It sent shivers down Luke's spine, when Michael would press a kiss to his neck. It wasn't in a sexual way, or at least Luke didn't think so, it just kinda tickled. 

Luke gently pushed Michael away so he was looking directly into his eyes. They were perfect. He could stare into them all day. 

Michael wasn't prepared for what Luke was gonna say next. It was out of the blue and it kinda made him speechless. 

"W-Will you teach me how to make out?" he said slowly, in a low voice. His eyes flickering from Michael's eyes to his lips. Michael almost melted, it was such an innocent question.

Michael bit his lip. Was this a good idea? Both of them were obviously at a vulnerable state. But then again, it wasn't like they were going to have sex. 

Michael gently pushed Luke down on the bed, hovering above him "I don't know how to teach that... But- But I can try... Just follow my lead, I guess," he chuckled, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. A light blush tinted Luke's cheeks as Michael leaned down and slowly connected their lips. 

It was slow and delicate. Michael let his tongue glide over Luke's bottom lip, begging for entrance. At first Michael could tell Luke thought it was a bit odd, but he kept going. The sweetness from the kiss mixed with the saltiness from the tears, seemed like the perfect mixture.

Their tongues fought a bit, but in the end Michael won. It send a weird tingly feeling through Luke's tongue that he couldn't explain. He liked it, though. 

Michael flipped them around (Gently) Luke was light as a feather. The blonde giggled, burying his face in Michael's neck. Michael laughed as well, petting Luke's hair.