MUKE one shots ♡

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au: irl (inspired by #MYTMilano, it was so good guys)

2020 note - asthon is drinking alcohol in this, however, I completely support his sobriety

warning: smut and a previous unpleasant BUT consensual sexual experience mentioned

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The biggest crowd they had on this tour roared as Michael introduced the bassist of the band.

He then looked at Luke who was already smiling at the crowd, waiting for the applause and probably some stupid comment from Michael's side.

"Give it up for Luke Hemmings." He waved and bowed a little bit but turned to his bandmate once he realized he wasn't finished talking yet. "But most importantly, give it up for Luke's amazing purple pants."

The crowd went even louder and Luke smiled at Michael as the older man smirked and finished off by introducing himself as well.

After the show their adrenaline levels were high and their bodies were sweaty but still, Luke hugged every single one of his band members.

"Fuck." Michael cursed as he laid on the sofa and all Luke was able to do was nod.

"This was amazing," Ashton shouted, a cup of alcohol already in his hand. "We're going out today. To celebrate this." He pointed to Michael. "You as well."

Before Michael could complain he was already gone.

"C'mon it'll be fun," Luke said softly so there was no way out.

About two hours later they were all in some club, half drunk.

Michael wasn't dancing but he had the same amount of fun just by looking at his bandmates. Ashton was very drunk, Calum was just happy, and Luke... He was Luke.

When their gazes met, Luke's smile widened and he crossed the small VIP space to sit next to him.

"What made you change your mind?" The younger man asked. He was clearly tipsy judging by the way he was slowly blinking, his eyes roaming around Michael's face, unable to stay focused.

"About what?" Michael laughed when Luke leaned against him. It was hard supporting his not sober friend when he had quite some alcohol in his system as well.

"My pants. You said they were awful when I bought them."

This time, Luke's smile was less bright and Michael missed it already.

"Luke, we've known each other for then years. If you remember I also said I don't like you, your singing, your face or your ass, and plenty of other things. Now, look at us. We're best friends and I begged you to join mine and Calum's band."