vegas ➳ muke

four

The lights were even brighter up close. If one were to stare too long, he might blind himself.

But Michael stared. His pupils dilating. Shrinking and growing with each turn of his head. He wanted to see everything.

But it was short lived, Luke had arranged a meeting with a client at a high end bar down the street.

Michael was not invited.

When Luke made arrangements, he would order Michael to stay inside. Just in case anything were to happen, someone had to make it out with the rest of his stash.

Luke stood in front of the full length mirror, adjusting his blazer for the hundredth time.

"How long will you be gone?" Michael whined

"I don't know. A half hour, maybe? Depends on the client."

Michael hated to be left alone. But he knew not to question Luke's authority. After all, Luke was the one making the money. The money that fed Michael's addiction.

When Luke crossed the threshold of Casa Fuente, he instantly felt nervous. He was young, compared to the other occupants. His quiff stood a little too high. He stood out, it was obvious that he didn't belong there. But he held his composure and strolled up to the bar, ordering a Cuban imported Mojito. Within seconds, a man sat down beside him, a Cuban cigar held firmly between his lips.

"Mr. Hemmings?" The man questioned

"I am he," Luke replied, turning to face the man.

The man removed the cigar from his mouth, eyeing Luke up.

"Come with me. I have a private room in which we can talk."

Luke finished off his Mojito and stood from his chair. Motioning for the man to lead the way, Luke followed in tow. To say he was nervous would be an understatement.

A private room? Who was this man?

The room was dark, dimly lit by red bulbs. There were a few other occupants. Two men, dressed in posh suits, and a woman in each of their laps.

Whores, Luke thought.

"Shall we do businesses?" The man questioned, taking a seat in a leather chair.

"Absolutely," Luke added, pulling a flask from his blazer pocket.

He twisted the cap and pulled the pin from the side, the edge falling from its place. Luke loved his contraption, it was pure genius. He removed the bag from within the flask and set it on the table in front of him. 

"Its all here?" The man questioned, studying the clear bag.

"All of it."

The man picked up the bag and placed it on the scale. It measured out perfectly.

"Thank you for your businesses, Mr. Hemmings," The man handed Luke a thick stack of cash, bundled tight with a rubber band.

Luke nodded, shaking the mans hand before exiting the room. His heart was beating out of his chest.

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"Cuban cigars and imported Mojito? Where the hell did you go?"

Luke rolled his eyes, pulling his blazer down his arms, "Casa Fuente. Its nice, but we'll never go."

Michael sighed, rising from his place on the bed. Standing behind Luke, he slowly removed the hand gun from the back of Luke's pants. He always hid it there.

"I wish you wouldn't carry this," Michael mumbled, tucking the weapon into the bedside drawer.

"Safety precautions, Mikey, you know this."

Michael did know. And he hated it. He was never one for violence, but Luke was. He spent his childhood and teenage years taking Karate and self defense lessons. Just in case he ever needed them. But Michael had a feeling Luke knew he would need them. Luke planned ahead, he liked to know things.

"Pack a bowl, would you, love?" Luke said, sliding down his trousers, leaving him clad in his boxer briefs.

Michael approached the blond boy, sliding his hands down his partners toned chest. He littered butterfly kisses down his neck.

It was all innocent.

Michael tended to get this way after Luke returned from a deal. He always worried that Luke wouldn't return, but when he did, his body felt like fire and gasoline.

Hot. Excited. Loved.

He placed a kiss on the soft patch of skin by Luke's ear, "I love you so much, Luke. Always. Forever."

Luke smiled, kissing the boy's plump lips, "I love you, too. Always.... Forever."

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decided to give you a look into Luke's world. How he thinks. What he does.

Casa Fuente is a real bar on the Las Vegas strip. Its very nice. They have Mojitos and Cuban cigars imported there. So I included that aspect.

I also added a bit of fluff to the end because I love Muke so much.

No The 1975 references this time around, but there will be plenty of them.