"Luke, please leave it where it is, I don't want any more bother with it," Michael groaned slowly as he reached out to take his phone back out of the tall blondes hands, a soft frown playing at his lips.
"I just don't understand, why are you messaging him like that?" Luke crossed his arms over his chest, his head resting against the wall of his own bedroom, his gaze focused on Michael.
"Because you're not serious with me. You don't want anything serious and you've made that so clear, why can't I just have someone else?" Michael sighed and he let one hand reach out to gently rub the others bicep, and he frowned a little more when the other flinched slightly, pulling his arm back.
Luke had never been this way before. The two had always talked about being serious, and they'd made a promise not to get jealous if either ever wanted to be with anyone else, but this promise was currently being broken.
"I don't want you to have anyone else, not the way that I want to have you," Luke rolled his eyes and he looked back at Michael, sighing and letting his arms rest by his sides, one of his hands moving to take the others slowly.
Michael locked his phone and he moved a little closer to Luke, letting his head rest against the others shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing against the others skin. A deep breath fell from his lips and his eyes closed for a second, before he spoke up.
"Luke, you can't have me like this forever, not if we're not gonna call it something," Michael spoke gently and he moved to press a soft kiss to the others shoulder, looking up at him through his eyelashes. "I get it, you don't want to be held down, but neither do I. This isn't a fair deal."
"I know it isn't fair, but it isn't my fault," Luke huffed slightly, but he immediately relaxed as he felt the others kiss against his shoulder. "I know you wouldn't hurt me and I know you'd do everything you could to keep us together and keep us healthy - but I'm scared I wouldn't."
Michael could only nod his head slowly, his hand gently squeezing the other mans, another deep sigh falling from his lips. His head was resting against the others shoulder again, and his feet were gently twitching to the sound of the music playing through the cheap speaker that Michael bought after Luke broke the one he had before.
"I really don't know what you want me to say here. Just, stop getting so jealous over every little thing. You're not the only guy who looks at me, although sometimes I wish you were." Michael smiled softly and he moved to sit in front of the other, leaning across and letting his free hand cup the others cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss against the others lips.
"I wish I was too, but I'll never be the only person looking at you," Luke smiled back in the others direction, returning the kiss to the others lips, but pulling away after a few seconds, letting his free hand move to rest against the others thigh. "I'd never be the only person looking at someone as beautiful as you."
"Oh fuck off, stop with that, you know I hate compliments," Michael rolled his eyes and he tilted his head a little, his gaze focusing on the others eyes, his thumb gently brushing against the others light stubble.
"You literally love compliments. 'Tell me how good I look', 'Isn't my outfit cute today?' There's no way you hate compliments," Luke laughed a little under his breath, a cheeky grin taking over his lips as he tilted his head, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the others lips again.
"Compliments are nice, but they're nice when I feel good. I hate when you compliment me because I don't know how to respond. You make me blush," Michael spoke slowly before he returned the kiss to Luke's lips, rolling his eyes as he pulled away, laughing softly. "You know I hate blushing."
Luke chuckled softly to himself and he gently gave the older man's hand a squeeze before letting go to have his hand now rest on his other thigh. He then leaned forward again to press a kiss against the tip of the others nose, both of his cheeks and then the corner of his mouth.
"I love when you blush. Your cheeks go pink and you get all warm and fuzzy, sometimes you even stutter. It's hot," Luke smirked softly and he pressed a kiss against the others lips again, pulling away almost immediately to rest against the wall, really focusing on the others features. "Everything about you is hot, Michael Clifford."
"Luke, shut the fuck up," Michael rolled his eyes before he moved to sit against the others lap now, his arms moving to slowly drape over the others shoulders, his hips swirling in a soft, teasing manner.
"You're a dickhead, do you know that?" Luke rolled his eyes and he let his hands move to grip the others hips, stopping them from swirling around. "No Nut November,"
"Oh come on, fuck that. You can totally just fuck me quickly," Michael laughed a little and pressed a soft kiss against the younger man's cheek, but he let out a soft yelp as he was flipped around onto his back, the others hands moving to tickle the boys sweet stomach.
"Absolutely not," Luke laughed and he let his tickling become more violent and rapid, watching as the other laughed and swatted at his hands, while his mouth formed a wide grin.
It was everything Luke wanted to see every day, and more.
