Sexualities // Muke {Completed}

Chapter 6

Luke woke early to an alarm going off which wasn't his own, considering he didn't have an alarm anyway. Slowly, Luke came back to his senses, remembering what had happened the night before, and why he wasn't in his own bed. Of course nothing serious could've happened as Luke definitely was not hungover and he'd have to be seriously out of it to even start thinking about having sex.

All Time Low still playing, loudly ringing across the room, Michael awkwardly reached over Luke, taking his phone, mumbling a small sorry and turning the alarm off, putting his phone back on the bed side table, before turning back to Luke,"G-good morning," he whispered, rubbing his eyes slightly.

Luke smiled softly, brushing away a strand of bright hair from Michael's eyes,"Morning," Luke muttered back,"What time is it?" he added.

"7.30," Michael replied quickly and Luke nodded, snaking his arms around Michael's neck, and pressing his forehead against Michael's.

Both of them stared at each other, Michael's eyes occasionally flicking down to Luke's lips, and Luke couldn't help but smirk at him. After a while though, Michael started to move back, breaking free of Luke's slack grasp, but Luke whined, staring up at Michael as if to say 'don't leave.'

Michael shook his head, now standing up the edge of the bed, the small amount of light from the crack in the curtains shone behind Michael's back, lighting him up like some kind of heavenly angel. "I've g-got to go," Michael muttered awkwardly as he walked over and dug around his wardrobe.

Luke sighed, rolling out of bed,"I'll pay for the bills," Luke suggested quietly, and he hated the fact that his whole body was itching to smoke right then.

Michael shook his head, taking out what he needed,"L-Luke, I ba-barely know you s-still, I can't b-become dep-dependant on you a-already," he explained, and Luke sighed, but nodded because it was fair and true, and Luke could at least respect that.

"Okay, fine, but just if you're ever in a tight situation, I don't mind," Luke shrugged, and he saw Michael nod a little, looking over at Luke, a small smile on his lips and Luke couldn't help but smile back,"Hey, do you have like a balcony or anything, that'd be cool," Luke added, changing the subject before an awkward tension could hit the room.

Michael nodded,"Y-yeah, j-just if you g-go to the next r-room, there's a big w-window thing, j-just climb out," he instructed, and Luke nodded, saying a quick thanks before wandering out the room, and opening up the biggest window, where he saw a wide window sill jutting outwards, which personally to Luke looked unsafe, considering the drop was pretty huge as well, so Luke settled down inside the window frame, his knees drawn to his chest, his back resting a little uncomfortably against the wall.

He took out his pocket the cigarette, lighting it with a blue lighter, he tried to always get blue because that's his favourite colour and the yellow ones were disgusting. He sucked in the smoke slowly, watching the traffic to the side of him, zooming along to work of which Luke didn't have to worry about. He sighed, smoke flying from his mouth and floating upwards, and Luke watched it slowly, before taking another drag.

He was getting a little cold though, considering it was the end of December and he wasn't wearing any shirt, and the cold air from outside prickled his bare chest sharply, making him shiver slightly, but the smoke he breathed warmed his insides to the point where the contrast was unbearable.

Once done, Luke stubbed out the cigarette, throwing it out the window so it fell to the ground, and Luke couldn't care if it landed on someone's head. He climbed back into the flat, shutting the window quickly as Michael walked out the bathroom, freshly preened. Luke smiled walked up to him and wrapping his arms around him,"You're so warm," he muttered quietly as Michael awkwardly put his arms around Luke.

"Luke I've g-got to g-go," Michael whispered after a few seconds, and Luke sighed, letting Michael out his grip and stepping back.

"Alright alright, I'll just grab my shirt and we can get outta here," Luke replied quickly, rushing to grab his shirt from the bedroom, and shoving it on, doing the buttons up wonkily as he walked back to Michael. Michael smiled at him, and shakily took Luke's hand in his, to which Luke squeezed his hand reassuringly, as they walked to the elevator.

As they rode the elevator down, Luke spoke up,"Hey what floor is this?" he asked, because for the life of him he still couldn't remember.

"O-oh, fl-floor 19," Michael answered softly, and Luke nodded, looking over at Michael.

"Yeah, I'll remember that."

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