something good can work
By; punknouis on ao3
Summary:
Michael let out a groan and threw his head back against the couch. Luke Hemmings was going to be the death of him.
Notes:
just a short lil thing totally and completely inspired by this post which just SCREAMS clemmings wow
couldn't think of a title so this one comes from the title of a song by Two Door Cinema Club
also this is completely unedited so hopefully there aren't any major fuck ups hahaha
come follow me on tumblr at sleepyclemmings!
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Luke wasn't supposed to take him seriously.
Michael didn't think he would actually suck his dick.
It's just like, a thing people say. Like, "Oh you don't wanna watch this movie? Suck my dick, we're watching it anyway."
"You think you can beat me in this game bro? Suck my dick."
It's not supposed to be taken seriously.
Surely Luke knew that. Maybe he didn't, or maybe he didn't care.
Luke was complaining about Michael taking the leftovers from last night that Luke had been saving for himself. Michael was spread out on the couch, watching TV in the back room of the bus when Luke stormed in and started complaining about how Michael was "inconsiderate" and "doesn't think about anyone but himself".
Michael just rolled his eyes and blocked out Luke's nagging. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. Luke was still staring Michael down with his hands on his hips while he complained about his lunch being gone. Michael was really trying really hard to focus on the Discovery Channel but it was kind of hard when some six foot teenager was blocking your view.
"Whatever Luke, suck my dick. It's just food, get some more someplace else." Michael said with exasperation, leaning to the side to try and watch the tv from around Luke's broad frame. Luke stopped talking for a moment and Michael really hoped that meant he had given up and was just going to finally drop it.
Instead Luke dropped down to his knees and shuffled over towards Michael, fitting his large frame in between Michael's spread legs. Michael looked down at him and quirked up an eyebrow.
Luke placed his hands on Michael's thighs, right above his knee and gave Michael an innocent look. He ran his hands up Michael's thighs towards his crotch and started to undo the button on Michael's jeans.
Michael shifted up a little against the couch, away from Luke's fingers. "Luke what are you doing..." Michael said slowly, giving Luke a skeptical look. Seeing Luke on his knees like this was already giving Michael unnecessarily dirty thoughts that he definitely didn't need right now, while he was just trying to watch the Discovery Channel.
Luke just shrugged his shoulders and sat back on his heels. "You said to suck your dick, so that's what I was gunna do," Luke said nonchalantly, as if it was the simplest of logic. "Is that okay?" Luke continued as he rose up on his knees again and pulled down Michael's zipper, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
Michael's swallowed thickly and before he could think twice about it he nodded his head. It wouldn't be the first time Luke had Michael's dick in his mouth, but it was still a thing Michael was getting used to happening.
Luke gripped the waistband of Michael's jeans and began to pull them down and Michael lifted his hips up to help. When his jeans were finally pooled around his ankles, Luke ran his hands up along Michael's calves and over his thighs, finally resting them on his hips and giving the soft flesh there a small squeeze. Michael watched as Luke licked his lips, his tongue flicking over his black lip ring, and ran his fingers underneath the waistband of Michael's boxers.
"Fuck Luke, are you going to get on with it or not?" Michael said with exasperation. Luke smirked and leaned in, kitten licking the tip of Michael's cock. "Patience Mikey," Luke said as he pulled away. Michael heaved out a heavy sigh which turned into a groan as Luke took him into his mouth. Michael could feel the drag of Luke's lip ring along his cock as he took Michael deeper and deeper into his mouth.
