vegas ➳ muke

six

One bottle. Two bottles. Three bottles. Four.

Michael studied the dull labels on each of the bottles. They didn't interest him, he just didn't have anything else to look at.

Luke was occupied with the stereo system. Apparently, connecting his playlist proved to be a harder task than he thought. All they wanted was to get drunk to The 1975.

The beginning chords of Chocolate poured through the speakers as Michael popped the cap on one of the bottles. Luke smiled, taking the bottle and tipping it back, the cold contents sliding down his throat. Michael smirked, taking the bottle back, and mimicking Luke's actions. Once the first bottle was finished, the pair downed another. Luke was surely felt the effect.

As Robbers played, Luke jumped up onto the short dresser, swaying his hips to the beat. He puffed on the joint between his lips as Michael came to stand before him. Luke smiled down at him. Sill holding the joint, Luke slipped the paper between Michael's lips, watching intently as Michael breathed in the smoke.

Luke gave up on the marijuana, leaving it resting between Michael's lips and picked up the third bottle and twisting off the cap. He titled his head back a bit too fast, causing him to lose his balance and topple to the floor.

Michael exploded into a fit of laughter, pulling the fallen boy to his feet and swaying his hips. Girls was his favorite and as it played, he couldn't erase the smile that spread across his lips.

Luke spun the green haired boy around, pulling him flush against his chest. The older boy giggled, finishing off the third bottle and dropping it to the floor.

Michael tugged on Luke's leather jacket, their faces inches a part, "Babe, you look so cool."

Luke smiled, leaning down to capture Michael's lips with his own. They moved together in sync. The shorter boy wasted no time, pulling the leather jacket down Luke's arms and dropping it to the floor. Michael pressed chaste kisses along Luke's jaw and down to his neck.

Michael was sucking and licking and biting at the smooth flesh. And Luke was moaning.

The younger boy dropped to his knees, popping the button on Luke's tight black jeans. He pulled them down to his ankles, licking his lips at the sight.

Michael thought Luke was a God. He was tall, toned, with blond hair, and that lip ring.

Michael slid Luke's boxer briefs down his legs, allowing his erection to spring free, slapping against his stomach.

As Michael sucked, Luke knotted his fingers in the boy's green locks. Eyes cast down, watching the actions unfold. He only allowed Michael to pleasure him for a few moments before pulling him off. Michael released him with a pop, smirking up at the boy towering over him.

Luke kicked off his jeans and boxer briefs quickly and reattached the pairs lips. Backing Michael up until the back of his knees connected with the bed, sending them tumbling down. Luke pulled the others shirt over his head, exposing his pale figure.

Luke thought Michael was beautiful.

But Michael felt self conscious as Luke stripped him.

Sex flowed from the speakers.

All thoughts were forgotten when Luke grasped Michael's erection in his hand, pumping him slowly. Michael moaned, his eyes lulling back.

Luke reached in to the bedside table, retrieving a condom and a small bottle of lube. Michael blushed.

Luke pressed two fingers to his lover's lips, sliding the digits in when Michael parted them. He sucked, swirling his tongue, and coated them expertly. Luke removed them, kissing each of Michael's thighs, before sliding the first digit in. Instinctively, the muscles tightened, but Luke added the second digit anyway.

Michael was a moaning mess as Luke stretched him, his fingers curling and pumping. When Luke was satisfied, he removed them as well.

The blond rolled the condom down his thick length, coated it in the sticky contents of the bottle, and aligned it with the olders tight hole. He thrust in, bottoming out.

Both boys moaned.

Luke was moaning. Michael was screaming. Begging for it harder faster deeper.

Michael's legs wrapped around Luke's waist, his nails dug into the skin of his back. Luke reached between the two's sweaty bodies, grasping Michael's erection and pumping, matching each one of his thrusts.

Michael came undone, his nails dug into Luke's skin, his head thrown back against the pillows. His lover's name spilling past his lips.

Luke came soon after, his face burried in the crook of Michael's neck. He slowly pulled out, removing the soiled condom, and collapsed onto Michael's chest.

"I love you so much, Michael."

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Muke smut for your reading pleasure.

Lots of references here.

I imagined their "party" looking a lot like scenes from the Robbers music video.

Also, anyone notice there were only two lines of dialogue?

One from each of the boys.