Mau Loa | Sequel ➳ muke

two

Friday Evening

Hand in hand, Michael and Luke made their way across the beach. The grainy sand cool against the pads of their bare feet. The sun was setting along the horizon, all red and orange, the water rippling.

They had spent the majority of their day inside the confinements of the penthouse. Michael insisted on unpacking the bags and settling in, while Luke set out to supply groceries. Although room service was available, it was costly, and salvaging money was their main goal.

Michael let out a small yelp as the water rushed over his toes, "S' cold!"

Luke laughed at the boy, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his hair. Since boarding the plane, Luke had been focusing all of his attention onto Michael. Although little time had passed, Luke was still washed with guilt. It burned in the pit of his stomach, wrapped around his heart. Squeezing and suffocating. He made it his goal to make things better with Michael. To repair their relationship, piece by piece. No matter how long it took.

"It's so beautiful," Michael muttered, stopping to admire the setting sun.

Luke wrapped his arms around the boy from behind, kissing his temple, "Yes, you are."

A blush crept up the smaller boy's neck, flushing his face a light pink. Michael had quickly caught on to Luke's antics, how he was overly sweet to the boy, but he didn't mind. Being spoiled was something he could learn to love. They carried on until the sun had completely set, the air still warm from the day.

"Let's go back, yeah? I just want to hold you," Luke suggested, smiling down at the other.

Michael returned the gesture, his face lighting up in admiration, "I'd like that."

Upon arriving to the penthouse, Michael stripped off his clothes, leaving himself clad in his boxer briefs. Another habit of his that Luke surely did not mind. The red haired boy bounded his way to the lounge and flopped onto the couch.

"Lukey!" He called, "Get naked and join me!"

A small giggled emitted passed his lips. The confidence finding him before he could filter his words. His shyness had subsided, altering him into an overly confident version of himself. Luke came from the bedroom, dressed the same as Michael, and crawled onto the couch.

"That isn't naked," Michael whined, tugging at the material.

Luke pushed the boy's wandering hands away, "You aren't naked, Mikey. That's unfair."

Michael offered a pout, quietly hoping to get his way. But the action was left unnoticed as Luke slipped behind him, wrapping his long arms around the boy's torso.

"Just want to told you," Luke added, nuzzling into Michael's neck.

The younger sighed in defeat, grabbed the remote controller from the table and turned the television on. He flicked through the channels until he found a cheesy, Lifetime movie. He had a soft spot for romance films, they made him giddy.

The pair lay entangled in limbs, cuddled together on the couch throughout the entirety of the movie. Luke pressing kisses to his lover's face and neck every so often. He loved the feeling of just holding the boy, of feeling loved.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

Luke woke with a start, his eyes darting open as he felt a wet hot feeling engulf his lower region.

"Fuck," he whined out, propping himself on his elbows to get a better view.

Michael was there, in-between the other's legs, his mouth working quickly over his hardened co.ck.