"Will you stop it? You're talking all the way through it, I can't hear! You do this every time we watch a movie, why do you even ask to watch shit if you're just gonna talk?"
Luke and Michael were under the covers in Michaels bedroom, snuggled up together, Michaels head resting against the other's shoulder, but his eyes rolling as Luke was talking through the movie that he'd asked to watch.
"Michael, stop being so snappy with me, I just want to make sure you know what's going on, my God. What's the point in watching a movie if you've never seen it and don't know what's going on?"
"Luke! The point is that I want to watch it and figure it out for myself, shut the fuck up," Michael rolled his eyes again and he looked up at the blonde boy for a second, before he returned his gaze back to the tv.
He never really understood why Luke loved movies so much, especially when all he ever did was talk through them. Michael didn't mind having the other over and he certainly didn't mind being all cuddled up to the other, but he did mind when he was trying to watch The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, a movie that Luke had begged to watch, only for him to talk right through it.
"Yeah, but you need to understand what's happening? See that guy, with the horse, goat legs? That's Mr. Tumnus, he's also the guy in Split, with all the different personalities," Luke explained slowly.
He didn't mean to annoy the other, he just wanted to make sure that Michael was understanding one of his favourite movies. It was bad enough that his best friend hadn't seen it before.
"Luke, babe, I know. If I need you to explain, can I just ask you a question? I'm understanding pretty good without you telling me," Michael spoke quietly, trying to listen to the movie, one hand moving to rest against the others knee, rubbing gently.
"Fine, fine," Luke huffed slightly, a little pout on his lips, but he let his head roll back to lean against the bed frame, his eyes staying focused on the television screen that was on Michaels wall.
Michael let his lips press a few soft kisses to the others shoulder, before he returned his attention to the tv, his fingers gently tapping against the others knee through his ripped jeans.
"Can you pass me a pair of jammies? My jeans are really uncomf-," Michael started speaking, but was interrupted by the other.
"Shut up, Michael, oh my God, we're trying to watch something, don't you know when enough is enough," Luke mocked Michael from not even five minutes ago, playfully nudging the other, leaning over to the chest of drawers next to Michaels bed.
The blonde pulled the bottom drawer open and pulled out a pair of pyjama bottoms, passing them over to the smaller boy, kissing his hair as he did so. He then watched as the other gave him a playful shove and he couldn't help but grin.
"Will you stop looking at me when you know I'm about to change?" Michael laughed and he liked one hand up to cover over the others eyes, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he did so.
"Why would I ever want to look away from you, sweetness? You're bloody stunning, you're beautiful, you're-," Luke started but stopped himself as he remembered the others comments about compliments.
"Keep going, lover boy, if you're trying to win my heart, you're doing a good job," Michael laughed and he moved his hand away from the others eyes, moving the covers off of his legs, unbuckling his jeans and starting to tug them down.
"You already know that I've already won your heart, loverboy, not my fault I'm a charmer and know exactly what to do and say to win you over," Luke was the one rolling his eyes this time, bringing his own hands over his eyes as the other changed from his jeans into the pair of pyjamas the other had passed over.
"Hey, enough of the cockiness, Hemmings. You couldn't just win me over if you wanted, if you remember rightly, it took you long enough to get me in the first place," Michael laughed and he let his hands take the others, gently pressing a kiss to each of them, moving them down from his best friends eyes.
"Don't remind me, worst seven months of my life. Chasing you was exhausting, but probably the best thing I ever did," Luke had his gaze fixed on the boy in front of him, a wide grin taking over his face, as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "God, you were a bloody pain, but I'm so glad you finally came around."
"Now now, Hemmings. I'm still not even all the way around, I won't be until you actually let me call you my boyfriend," Michael pulled his shirt off and he threw it onto his bedroom floor, laying back down next to the other, his hands now resting on his lap.
"Hey, I'll get there. I'm almost there, just wanna be a hundred percent, you know?" Luke smiled and he spoke slowly, pressing a kiss to the others forehead.
"Luke?" Michael spoke slowly, looking up at the other, tilting his head ever so slightly.
Michael had such beautiful green eyes, and a gorgeous smile that Luke could confidently say he was in love with, only he'd never admit it to Michael.
"Yeah, what is it?" Luke asked in reply to the other, looking down in his direction, his eyebrow arched slightly.
Luke had gorgeous golden locks and the scar from his lip piercing hole was begging for the lip ring to come back, but Michael didn't want him any other way, only he'd never admit that to Luke.
"Please, shut the fuck up,"
