Teach Me || Muke

Thursday Pt. 2

*Michael P.O.V.*

I gasped, feeling Luke's mouth on my own and pushed him away.

"W-what are you doing? I-I don't like guys! You know that, Luke, you know it! Why would you kiss m-"

"Mikey!" he interrupted. "Shut up. I know you aren't gay and you know I don't like you like that. Just- Calm down, okay?'

I sat down on his bed, taking deeps, my mind racing. Why would he do that? Luke knows I get confused easily and I tend to overthink things. Like all the time. Whether it's a life changing decision or what I'm going to have for breakfast, my mind will sort out all the possible outcomes my choice can cause.

The bed dipped as he sat down beside me. We were quiet for a minute.

"That was my first kiss," I said.

"I know," he said.

"You stole my first kiss," I said.

"I know," he said.

We were quiet again. I thought I heard Liz in the kitchen, clattering pans or something.

"Why did you kiss me?" I finally asked.

Luke sighed, "Because you are incapable of learning otherwise, Michael."

I nodded slowly.

Luke spoke. "If it bothers you that much, then let's say it didn't count."

I gave him a look. His blue stared directly back at me.

"Seriously," he said.

"How would it not count?" I asked.

"Well, this is for practice, right?" he asked. I nodded. "The real kiss is tomorrow, right?" I nodded again. "It's like doing a practice sheet in class the day before the test. The sheet doesn't have any affect toward your grade so it doesn't count. But the test itself does."

I stared at him. He had a point. "Okay," I said. "Okay, so now what?"

"Do you want to try again?"

I widened my eyes at him. He held up his hands in defense and continued, "All I'm saying is you need practice and I'm willing. I'm not saying I want to fuck you into oblivion. Do you want my help or not?"

I sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Oh, what the hell."

Luke's eyebrows raised as if he was shocked I actually said yes. Hell, I was shocked I said yes. Cautiously, the blonde leaned over me, our eyes locked as he asked a silent question. I gave a light nod and that was it. Luke's lips were on mine again.

My eyelids fluttered closed as his lips slowly moved against mine. They were the perfect contrast of everything and that shouldn't have even been possible. They were full but not too full so it was like kissing a fish. They were soft and sweet but somehow he kissed me in a way that made him feel more dominant. And his lip ring--I could go on for a year about his lip ring. The cool metal was an impossibly amazing balance to his warm lips. It was weird and incredible at the same time.

Luke was obviously confident in his kissing abilities whereas I fumbled every few seconds and came up for breath at awkward times. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against mine.

"Relax, mate, I won't bite," he said, the added, "This time."

My face turned tomato red. "I-I can't."

"Yes you can, Mikey. Just don't screw your lips up so much. Keep your mouth relaxed and let it flow."

"Flow?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Just do what feels right. It will come naturally to you," he said. Then he snaked his hand through my hair and pulled me back in.

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It was two hours later when we finished the...lesson. We sat on Luke's bed doing homework. Well, he did. I couldn't focus.

Every few minutes I'd glance up at Luke and each time I was barely able to contain my blush as the picture of what we just did flashed through my mind. How in the hell he was so calm, I had no idea. My calm glands were currently short-circuiting. My fingers kept involuntarily tapping against my thigh and I could not stop looking at Luke.

Finally I gave up trying to do the pointless work and began folding my algebra homework into a paper airplane.

Luke raised an eyebrow as I chucked it across the room, the plane spiraling and crashing into his Green Day poster. He snorted and began folding his paper as well. Soon we were betting on who could make the better paper airplane. It was fun and normal and I realized that one little kiss couldn't possibly change anything between us. We were best friends.

But then I thought even more. And I remembered that there were quite a few kisses and that could change something.

A headache began forming at the back of my skull as Luke threw another paper airplane at the far wall. I glanced down at his lips for what felt like the thousandth time and hoped that whatever this was would pass.

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Ugh ew that was cheesy. But I'm not very good at writing kiss scenes... oh well! Hope you enjoyed part two of Thursday! Let me know what you thought or give me some criticism!

Oh and just a heads up: I posted a book of 5sos one shots! My first one is up already (it's Muke). You don't have to read it if you don't want to but I'd appreciate it :)