muke oneshots

holding hands

luke had been trying to avoid this one creep at the bar, he bought luke a few drinks and tried getting luke to leave with him, despite luke's many rejections. he just didn't understand. luke sat down at the bar, sighing as he felt arms around him.

'c'mon. let's just go' the man said, and luke cringed, standing up. he anxiously looked around, hoping that maybe he would know someone. obviously, he didn't, but he did spot a lone boy, sitting with a beer in hand staring off into space. luke quickly made his way over, sitting down across from the boy.

'what are you -'

'listen, i'm being bothered by some man. please pretend to be my boyfriend.' the boy straightened himself and placed his hand over the boy's pale one on the table, staring at him.

'c'mon cutie, let's go' the boy saw his 'boyfriend' cringe and get nervous, so he stood up.

'hey, this is my boyfriend. so either you fuck off or i call the cops' luke stared up at the boy with admiration. he's glad the boy told him off.

'alright, geez. see you later, pumpkin.' the man left, but not without winking in luke's direction. the boy let out a breath before sitting back down. he watched as luke slouched over, clearly tired. probably more emotional rather than physical.

'that doesn't happen alot, does it' luke frowned and nodded a little, leaving the boy to frown also. 'well, i'm michael by the way.' luke looked up and saw the way michael was staring at him. it wasn't sexual. he wasn't really sure what it was.

'i'm luke. thank you, uh, it was really nice of you' michael shrugged it off and took a sip of the beer he had. he then grabbed a napkin, scribbled something down with a pen from behind his ear, before passing it over to luke.

'it's my number. text it if you want, or call. i'm here for you, babe' luke blushed and gathered his things, going to leave. michael waved as the boy left, leaving luke in a fight of giggles and large grins.