"Michael, come on, please!"
It was a Tuesday night, 03:46am. The two had been curled up in Luke's bed, swirling their fingers against each other's skin, with quiet music playing in the background, when Luke had a sudden urge to get up and drag Michael to the beach.
"Luke, no! It's so late," Michael groaned out slowly, his voice raspy due to the fact that he was so tired.
Michael had never been a massive fan of the beach, but anything with Luke was amazing. Almost perfect. He'd been begged to get up and get dressed, and Michael had done just that.
He'd pulled his black Helmut hoodie on over his chubby torso, and a pair of black jeans over his legs. He'd also pulled his pair of cherry red Doc Martens over his feet, and he let his gaze focus on Luke.
Luke. His gorgeous curls and his beautiful, hazy blue eyes. A loose, black and white striped t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans. A pair of tattered red converse, and his black denim jacket being pulled over his top half.
They were both beautiful, each in their own way. Michael was soft pink and Luke was soft blue and together they made the most beautiful lilac colour.
Before they knew it, they were holding hands, walking along the sand of the beach, listening to the waves crashing, each with one earphone in. Daylily by Movements was playing quietly, Michael was nodding his head along to the beat of the song slowly, squeezing the others hand every now and then.
"Can we sit down? My legs are sore and I just want to sit with you for a few minutes," Michael turned to Luke slowly, giving him a little pout in hope that the other would say yes, but there was no way Luke would ever say no to him.
"Of course we can," Luke nodded and he looked around the beach, hoping for a bench to sit on, or even a wall, but when he couldn't see anything, he decided the sand was good enough.
Michael sat down next to the blond, letting his legs cross, his head resting against the taller boys shoulder, his hand moving to rest on the others knee, gently tapping as he looked out at the ocean.
Michael wasn't used to Luke wanting to do these sorts of things, so he was trying to take in every little detail, so he could write about it later. He had his free hand on the sand, his fingers gently swirling around in it, the feeling bringing him a calming feeling.
"Are you okay?" Luke spoke softly, his head tilting towards Michael, a smile playing at his lips, his free hand now moving to cup the others cheek.
"Yeah, of course I am. Just daydreaming again," Michael replied, turning his attention back up to the boy above him, a wide grin taking over his lips. "Are you okay?"
"I'm always okay with you, you know that," Luke grinned and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against the others hair, something that he didn't do very often.
Luke and Michael were a very sexual pair, they never really took time to be sweet and soft together. The feeling of Luke's lips was something that Michael dreamed of daily, and although he felt it to some extent, he wanted to feel it more.
"Is it bad to ask for a kiss?" Michael asked softly, moving slightly so he was sitting in front of the other, his legs still crossed and his hands now rested against his thighs.
"Why would that be bad?" Luke replied, cocking an eyebrow up, slightly confused by the others question.
"I just sometimes feel like you don't want to kiss me, you know. Especially in public, especially when we're not doing anything sexual," Michael shrugged his shoulders and he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to look anywhere but Luke's face.
"Hey, Michael," Luke had begun to speak quietly now, his hands moving to rest on top of the others, this being a way to have Michaels head turn back, their eyes meeting for a split second. "I always want to kiss you, there isn't a second of the day where I don't."
Luke let one hand move to rest against the others shoulder, and then he let it slide up his neck and then his jaw, until he was once again cupping the others cheek.
"Your kiss is heaven, I couldn't imagine a lift without it." Luke spoke softly and he leaned forward slowly, his lips parting slowly.
Michael slowly did the same, his eyes closing, lips parting, and as he felt the others mouth against his own, a soft sigh fell from his lips. Their lips moulded together, as if they were made to, as if God had created them both for each other. Michael had let one hand now move to hold the others stubbly jawline, and his other hand was grasping the others, squeezing tightly, never wanting their kiss to end.
"You know that you mean so much to me, Michael," Luke spoke slowly, breathing out against the others lips, before he pulled away for a breath, his eyes opening to look at the other. "I wouldn't trade what we have for anything in this world,"
"You mean that?" Michael asked softly, his own eyes opening now, taking a few seconds to catch his breath.
"Of course I mean it, I wouldn't say it if I didn't." Luke smiled softly and he let his arms wrap around the other, bringing him close, pressing a few kisses against his hair before he let his gaze focus on the sounds of the crashing waves again.
"I love you, Luke. I always have, I probably always will," Michael smiled softly and he let his head move back to rest against the others shoulders, his own gaze now fixed on the water, but his eyes would occasionally look down to their hands.
Clasped together. Luke's thumb gently rubbing over the back of Michaels hand, the sweet sound of Luke humming being one of the most beautiful things he could hear at this time of the night - or the morning. He wasn't quite sure what to call it.
