vegas ➳ muke

twelve

Michael poured a tiny white pile onto the table, sorting it out into four thick lines.

They were celebrating.

Luke had gone off to the liquor store just off the block to fetch a few bottles. Leaving Michael to his own agenda.

He had started a playlist, swaying along to the beat as he cleaned up the room. They had made quite the mess during their short stay. Mostly because they slept naked and had a bit too much sex. Always leaving their stripped off clothing on the floor.

Luke returned, bottles in hand, and smiled at the boy. Michael smiled back, sauntering over and plucking a bottle from Luke's hand.

"Shall we get this party started?" Michael questioned, popping the cap on the bottle.

Luke smirked, taking the bottle and tipping it back. The liquid contents sloshing into his mouth.

The alcohol had a quick effect on the boys. And Michael snorting two of the lines only heightened the effect.

"Mikey, I can't even tell where the line starts," Luke giggled, "Help me."

Michael giggled, stumbling over to the coffee table and plopping down. He put the pen shell between his fingers, lining up the ends.

"Hold your other nostril," he instructed, earning a giggle from the younger boy.

He obeyed, plugging his other nostril, and sucked in a sharp breath. The powdered substance burning his nose. He snorted the second line, this time by himself.

Turning to Michael, he said, "You know, I love you so much. Do you love me, too?"

"It's just you and I tonight, why don't you figure my heart out?"

Luke smiled, jumping to his feet and grabbing another bottle from the kitchenette. Staring Michael directly in the eye, he tipped it back, chugging half of the burning liquid.

It felt like fire in his throat.

Michael felt the world around him spinning.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

And he found himself experiencing vertigo on the carpeted floor. Luke laughed, towering over the body on the floor.

"Come on now, have you had enough already?" He questioned, finishing off the bottle.

"M' so dizzy, Lukey," Michael whined, "Everythin' is spinning round."

Luke rolled his eyes in response, taking the fallen boy by his hands and hoisting him to his feet. Michael instantly wrapped his arms around Luke's torso, burying his face in his chest.

"I can't stand up," he giggled, "M' so sleepy, Lukey. Can't we just go to bed?" So much for celebrating.

But Luke was wide awake. The alcohol buzzing in his system, his heart rate skyrocketing.

"I'll lay you down, but I'm not going to sleep," Luke stated, escorting Michael to the single bed.

He helped the boy under the covers, stripped him to his boxer briefs, and tucked him in.

"You stay right there, Michael. Vertigo is nothing to fuss with."

Luke kissed the sleepy boy's forehead and made his way to the balcony.

It only took three rings for the boy to answer his phone.

"Ash? Hey, mate. You busy?"

Twenty minutes later, Luke found himself on the Vegas strip. Stumbling along through the crowds in search of the Gentleman's Club. Michael had fallen asleep rather quickly, leaving Luke on his own. Although, given the opportunity, Luke would not have invited Michael along anyway.

A small set of apartments sat on top of the club, one in which Ashton resided. It was given to him free, as long as he danced downstairs to earn his keep.

"Luke, boy! How are ya?" Ashton greeted, patting Luke swiftly on the back.

It was obvious that Luke was drunk, Ashton could tell just by his expression. Ashton's apartment was a disaster. And with Luke being a clean freak, he instantly felt uncomfortable.

He sat in a black leather arm chair across from the curly haired boy.

"So, what made you decide to call me? Miss me that much?" Ashton teased, rolling a joint.

Luke stammered, "No, I-i uh, was bored..."

"So, what's his name?"

Luke choked on his own saliva. How could Ashton possibly know Luke was involved with someone?

"Michael," the name washed over him with guilt, "His name is Michael."

Ashton smirked, lit the joint, and puffed away. Between the two, the marijuana didn't last long. And the pair found themselves in a fit of giggles over the simplest of things.

Ashton had moved to perch in Luke's lap, his legs on either side of him, straddling his waist.

"There is just something about you, Luke Hemmings, and I can't place it," Ashton mused

"Oh, yeah?" Luke questioned

Ashton smiled, a dimple apparent on his cheek.

"You've got dimples, mate."

The curly haired boy bit his lip, leaning in, the pairs lips inches apart. Luke's breath hitched in his throat.

"I'm going to kiss you," Ashton whispered.

The boy leaned in, ghosting his lips over the other's. Luke didn't think. He wasn't thinking.

He just did.

Their lips met in a desperate kiss. Teeth clashing. Tongues fighting for dominance.

Luke woke the next morning, naked and confused, with Ashton asleep on his chest.

He knew things were about to change.

Ashton was a what Luke liked to call a sex-cuddler. One who always wants to cuddle after getting fucked. So, Luke struggled to untangle himself from the boy's embrace. Once removed, he gathered his clothes, lazily pulled them on, and headed for the door.

Looking back at the sleeping boy, his stomach tied in knots.

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Well, I suck, don't I?

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