Lost boy ♡ muke

october issue ✧ 7

tw: smut

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Waking up in the middle of the night because of wet dreams has become a common thing for Luke.

For the past four years, since he was thirteen he was used to waking up with a boner,

Usually, he took a shower. Sometimes he called whoever he was seeing at the time asking if they could pick him up.

Luke had a very awkward talk about it with his brothers and neither of them had the same problem. He, who had the least options on choosing a partner, was the horniest.

But this was different. Normally when he'd woke up he'd just be hard. Wouldn't remember the dreams or the reason behind his neediness.

This time when he woke up the memory was still vivid in his dreams.

Pale skin. Cold, piercing eyes.

Luke had to bit his lip to prevent himself from moaning Michael's name.

He knew he had to be quiet since there was no way a cold shower could fix this. Michael could but his hand will have to do.

What turned Luke on the most was the angry look Michael had when Luke got disrespected, clenched fists and tight jaw. He wasn't an aggressive type but the thought of Michael fighting to keep him safe was a turn on.

Luke didn't know he needed this but Michael made him feel safe.

He spat in his hand and gripped his dick much more firmly than he usually did. No need to play around, his moves and intentions were like Michael. Straightforward.

Just the thought of Michael on top of him, pinning him down and fucking him so hard he'd bruise made Luke weak. He bit into the pillow to silence his whines and moans.

Luke didn't even think when he came all over himself, harder than he did in his recent intercourses.

He didn't think to remember that he had no idea how to wash his own laundry. And that unless he'd throw the sheets out, his mum would probably notice the dried up cum.

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To: Michael C.
We need to talk. Call me back, please.

From: Michael C.
Why?

To: Michael C.
I want to apologize. I NEED to.

From: Michael C.
You already did.

To: Michael C.
Please. And I don't want to do it over the phone.

Michael didn't reply right away and that was enough for Luke. He wasn't known for being a quitter. Actually, he wasn't known for anything else besides being gay in his mind he definitely wasn't a quitter.

He got Michael's address from Mr. Abrams. Just in case Luke told his professor when he looked at Luke weirdly. In case Michael would miss school again and since he really only talks to Michael he could bring him the notes.

Luke wasn't sure if he believed him but it didn't matter. He had Michael's address and was already standing in front of his house. Or better said mansion.