☏ 5sos smut ☏

talk to me :: Muke

Credits: lourrygum on a03

Pairing: Muke
Top: Michael
Bottom: Luke
Kink(s): Luke!Sub, Dom!Michael, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex

Plot: "Luke did you call to have phone sex with me?" Michael asks, straight out, and welp, no going back now. There's no real way to come back from 'so what are you wearing' anyway, so he might as well dive in head first.

or, Luke and Michael are apart and Luke's not dealing with it very well.
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Third Person.

Luke used to have a pretty great sex life – tour and constant close proximity to his Michael made things easy. It was a simpler time. But ever since the break started, he's getting nothing. He's in the midst of a sexual drought and it's way worse than being single because at least when he's single he knows he could get laid but he'd just have to put some work into it, although it can be off-putting because Luke isn't really into going into bars with the sole intention of finding someone to bone. But currently, he's pretty sure Michael would have no problem taking him as he is – unshaven and wearing a t-shirt that has a ketchup stain near the hem. And on top of that, Luke really can't see himself having sex with anyone that's not Michael, ever.

Luke shuffles around, making himself comfortable on his bed, then picks up his phone, opening the call app and tapping Michael's number. It's in his recents. He's called him three times before this, but now he's going to work up the balls to actually tell him what the hell he wants.

Michael picks up on the third ring. "Luke." He sounds stern. Luke puts the phone on speaker and sets it down on the pillow next to his head.

"No I actually have a good reason to call this time."

"That's what you said last time. Then you spent ten minutes stalling, and hung up."

"I wasn't stalling." Luke frowns, even though he was. He had spent ten minutes on the phone with Michael, and he honestly couldn't remember a word of what he had said to him; that's how much of a mindless conversation it was.

"Uh huh." Michael says.

"I love it when you get all snippy."

"Uh huh." Michael's tongue clicks, then he says again, "Luke-"

"So what are you wearing?" Luke asks at the same time that Michael says his name. There's a brief pause, and Luke's skin flushes pink and he fights the urge to just hang up. Even if he does hand up, he knows Michael will bring this up when next they speak, which isn't going to be until tour at this rate because Michael still hasn't said anything and Luke is suddenly hellbent on avoiding this particular topic of conversation for the rest of his life.

"What I usually wear at night," Michael sounds cautious as he replies, like he's trying to feel out Luke's intentions with this. "Boxers. T-shirt."

"Oh." Even picturing Michael like that has Luke feeling a little warm inside. Memories of the older boy in his bunk or in a hotel bed in a huge white tee and black boxers that he probably stole from one of them, the scruff on his face a contrast to how soft and cuddly the whole outfit always makes him look. Luke misses his boyfriend. "Are you shaved?"

"Where?" Michael quips back immediately. Luke rolls his eyes.

"Your face."