Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 2

"Oh god yes, Mikey, harder, haaaaarder!"

Luke awoke to the sun already high in the sky and the rhythmic thumping of his roommates headboard against their shared bedroom wall.

"Right there, oh god yes, right there!" The girl's high pitched voice echoed through the wall partition and rang in Luke's ears, not at all helping to calm the morning wood he had woken up with.

The bright rays of the sun overhead told Luke that it was probably already 2pm, and the rumbling of his stomach was the confirmation he needed. Luke rolled over in his bed, stretching out across the large queen mattress and letting his joints pop and crackle as a glorious morning shiver ran down his spine and shook through his muscles.

Luke laid in bed for the next ten minutes, trying to ignore the slamming of the headboard against the wall and the woman's screeching moans, but eventually he couldn't take it anymore, or rather, his throbbing erection couldn't, and he grudgingly climbed out of bed and trudged down the hall, into the bathroom where he could take a nice hot shower and take care of the problem that kept his pajama pants tented.

The scalding water rained down across Luke's skin and seeped into his bones and the young blonde couldn't help but moan as his muscles unclenched under the shower head. Luke watched as his body wash bubbled up over his ink covered skin as he began lathering himself in soap, pops of color peeping through the suds as they were washed away in circles down the drain. As Luke examined his skin under the water, he couldn't help but begin to fill in the empty gaps he had left on his tattoo covered arms in his mind with some new designs he had been dreaming up. 

As he showered, he let his mind wander to the hot new TA for his media lit class, the way the slightly older man was practically shaking behind his horn-rimmed glasses as he gave an introduction to the class, tugging at his tie all the while. Luke let his hand wander down to his already hardened cock as he thought about the way the nerdy man stumbled over his words and blushed when he locked eyes with Luke who sat in the very front row. He remembers imagining that being the way his TA would look bouncing up and down on his cock, his pure skin and twinkling eyes blown wide as Luke left his mark all over his body, and that's exactly how he did look as he rode Luke's aching dick after class the third day in the backseat of Luke's beat up Buick a couple weeks before. 

After a thirty minute shower that left Luke more of a mess than actually clean, he walked out into the cool apartment air, the droplets of water helping to form goosebumps along his chilled skin. The wooden floorboards creaked under Luke's heavy feet as he made his way into the kitchen, pajama pants slung low around his hips and hoodie up around his curly locks that were still dripping down his neck.

Luke had just poured himself a bowl of stale sugar coated corn flakes and sat down at the breakfast bar when he heard Michael's bedroom door creak open and two sets of footsteps thump down the hall. Luke glanced up long enough to watch the pink haired girl wearing Michael's wrinkled Nirvana t-shirt and a pair of stained black skinny jeans creeping behind Michael towards the front door, steal a long goodbye kiss before practically skipping out of the front door.

"Third night this week you've had the same girl in your bed... does our little Michael have a crush?" Luke teased around a mouthful of cornflakes, and Michael rolled his eyes with a snort as he plopped down on the stool next to Luke and began fiddling with his eyebrow piercing.

"Who, Crystal?" Michael tried to sound casual as he shrugged his shoulders, but Luke couldn't miss the blush that had begun to creep up his neck or the slight smile he was attempting to hide as he ducked his head. "She's a lot of fun, I'll tell you that."

"Sounds like it," Luke snorted, shoving another mouthful of cornflakes in.

"Aw, is someone jealous?" Michael cooed, pinching Luke's cheek before being swatted away with the back of a hand. "I think our little Lukey needs a good lay." Luke rolled his eyes and shoveled more of the soggy cereal between his lips. "How long has it been, anyway? Two, three weeks since you last went out?"