vegas ➳ muke

fourteen

Luke wasn't quite sure how long the pair stayed tangled together on the floor. Michael had cried himself to sleep, his hands still clutching tightly onto Luke's shirt, his bottom lip jutted out.

It must have been hours, but Luke couldn't bring himself to move. He only held the sleeping boy tighter, kissing his flushed face.

And when Michael finally woke, sometime later, his eyes met Luke's and the pale boy cried. Burying his face deep into the fabric of Luke's shirt.

Luke had never felt so disgusting.

His clothing reeked of smoke and sex and Ashton. That bastard. Luke's back ached, his legs sore from keeping the same position far too long. He cradled Michael's shaking form, easing himself into a standing position. Slowly, he made his way to the bed and laid Michael down. Only to have Michael grasp his shirt, tugging him down.

"No! Don't leave me... Please," Michael cried.

Luke shook his head, "I'm not leaving. Its okay, I'm right here."

Michael's hand shook as he released Luke's shirt, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. Luke stood back and stripped himself of his clothing, regretting it as he saw the marks left littered on his skin. He had hickeys on each of his hip bones and claw marks down his back.

All reminders that Ashton had been there.

Michael just stared, tears welling in his swollen eyes. The blond just sighed, crawling into the bed behind Michael. Reaching out, Luke brushed his fingers over Michael's cheek, comfortingly.

"Don't touch me," Michael hissed.

Luke retracted his hand, looking desperately at the other boy.

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It took two days for Michael to talk to Luke again, no matter how hard he tried. Still only giving him one word responses and little grunts and nods.

It took four for Michael to let Luke touch him.

The blond wasn't sure how many hours he had spent in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw. Anything to take Ashton away.

Luke hated himself.

Each time he saw his reflection in the mirror, he shuddered.

Surely, Luke resorted to drugs to ease his mind. Eating pills and snorting cocaine several times a day. Michael watched the boy fall apart at the seams. Not once trying to stop him. After all, Michael had resorted back to his weight loss pills for solace. They deemed to be his only friend.

And yes, all Michael could think about was this Ashton guy. How he had touched what belonged to him. And that made Michael sick.

Luke had ignored all of Ashton's attempts of contact. He knew, just knew that if he were to see the curly haired, sex God again, their previous actions would ensue.

Michael was on the floor, again, staring idly at the television. He was high, extremely high, and all Luke could think to do was stare. Michael hadn't moved the past hour, his chest rising and falling was the only indication that he was, in fact, alive.

Luke knew he had to come up with something, anything to make Michael care for him again. To talk to him. To touch him, even in the most innocent way.

Luke sighed, jumped to his feet, and approached the boy.

"Michael, get up off the floor. You can't lay there all day."

Surprisingly, Michael turned to look at him, his eyes glossy. Luke rolled his eyes, getting down to sit beside the boy.

"Michael, love, come on now. I'm taking you out. My beautiful boy, were going to get you back to looking yourself. We'll dye your hair and buy you new clothes. Anything your heart desires."

Michael licked his chapped lips, considering the idea, before staggering to his feet and slipping on his shoes.

"So, what will it be? Vendi or Gucci?"

And Michael smiled.

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I am dragging this out because this story is ending.

I think Ashton is gone. Luke's ignoring him, so that may be it.

Next chapter we are going to see a whole new Michael... kind of.

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