birthday baby // muke sequel

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Luke's POV

"M-M-uh-Michael.." I moaned out loudly.

I gripped onto his back, and bit down on his shoulder.

I let out cries of pleasure as he pounded into me. It was better without a condom.

"I'm c-c-"

"I know babe. Me too." He breathed.

I let out whines as I felt myself coming closer.

I felt Michael fill me up, and he pulled out, stroking me quickly.

He lined up his mouth, and caught everything as it squirted out of me.

He swallowed it, and left soft kisses on my chest.

"Good job, baby." He whispered, laying down beside me.

I moved myself closer to him, and pulled the blankets up further. I melted into his chest as he ran his hand through my hair slowly.

"I love you." I whispered. .

"I love you too." I said, pecking his bare chest.

..

Michael's POV.

I woke up the following morning, my head killing me.

I shook Luke, until he awoke, and I pulled the sleepy blonde to the shower.

I started the water, and waited until it was warm enough, until we both stepped in.

"Mikey. I have a headache." He whined, laying his head on my shoulder, letting the water hit his back.

"I know. I know." I said softly, yet soothingly, rubbing his back.

I helped him wash his hair, and then I washed my own.

Once we were both done, we brushed our teeth, and exited the bathroom.

He stood in the middle of his room, shivering while I got us some clothes.

I laid them on the bed, and I stepped into boxers, and a pair of sweatpants. I put a red tshirt over my head, and then quickly towel dried my hair.

Luke managed to get his boxers on, but he switched the pants I had gotten him for a pair of leggings. I helped him pull them up, and then I put a long sweater over his head that fell right past his bum.

He whined again, laying his head back down on my shoulder.

I picked him up, and held him onto my waist as I walked down the stairs, his head staying tucked into my neck.

I sat him down on the counter, and looked through the cabinets for Tylenol.

I only found ibuprofen. Good enough.

I handed him two pills, and a small glass of water.

We both took them, and he held his hands back out for me.

I picked him up, and slightly stumbled from being weak from the headache.

"You okay?" He asked quietly.

"'M fine." I mumbled.

I walked him to the living room, and sat him down on the couch.

I walked to the tv, turning it on.

The longer I stood, the worse this stupid headache got.

I looked through the DVDs, and got slightly frustrated, when I couldn't find any good ones.

I finally saw clueless, and settled on it.

I put it in, and pressed play, walking back to the couch.

"Can you get the lights?" Luke asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yeah." I mumbled, standing up quickly, pain shooting through my head as the blood rushed from it.

I quickly got the lights, and started to walk back to the couch.

"Oh! And Apple juice?" He asked, and smiled at me.

I slightly nodded, walking into the kitchen, and getting him a juice box.

I tossed it to him as I walked back in, and I finally sat down. 5 minutes already into the movie.

"Hey Michael? Can you c-"

"What else?!" I asked over exaggerated, and throwing my head back onto the couch.

I looked over to see Luke curled up in a small ball, juice box in one hand, and the other one clutching his knee.

"I w-want- never mind. It's n-not important." He whispered, turning back to the tv.

"Luke. It's fine. Just tell me what you need." I groaned.

He shook his head softly.

"Seriously Luke. I'll get you what you want!" I said louder, becoming frustrated with his behavior.

"Please don't yell." He said, looking over to me.

"You're obviously upset Luke, and I want to get you whatever you need to make you feel better." I said sarcastically.

"I told you it's not important." He mumbled, with his voice cracking.

I felt my head literally pounding, and I only became angrier and angrier.

"Whatever Luke. You can't expect anyone to help you if you never tell them what you want!" I yelled, leaning back onto the couch.

"I j-just w-wanted. W-wanted to-"

"Spit it out!" I snapped.

"Please stop yelling at me!" He cried.

Stupid Luke. Stupid sensitivity. Stupid crying all the time.

"Just tell me." I whispered.

"I just wanted to know if you would hold me, but never mind!" He yelled.

He stood up, and wiped his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

Wow. Jerk of the year award goes to: Michael Clifford.

I rubbed my face with my hands, and leaned my head back on the couch.

"I'm sorry." I said, getting no response.

I looked back up, and Luke wasn't there.

I sighed, standing up, and walking up to his room.

I knocked quietly on the door, and opened it slowly.

I saw him laying in the middle of his bed, on his side.

He had his arms wrapped around a pillow, his back facing towards me.

I closed the door slightly, and walked to the other side of his bed, sitting on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly, moving his hair behind his ear.

"It's okay, Michael." He whispered.

I wiped the tear stains from his eyes.

"I didn't mean to yell at you. And I didn't wanna make you cry." I said quietly.

"I know." He whispered again.

"I just have a headache, and I'm short tempered. But I can still hold you." I said, and he lightly smiled, nodding afterwards.

I crawled onto the bed, going behind him, and hugging his waist from behind.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." I heard a small voice say