Stage Lover - Muke

9 - Glitter and Paint

Luke

"Mikey where are you going?"

"Work" He said putting his jacket on "There's some scenery stuff I have to set up"

"You're gonna leave me alone then?" I pouted

"If you wanna spend your sunday painting trees with silver glitter"

"I've been said I'm a pretty good glitterer"

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"Mikey no!" I laughed as a paintbrush was being slammed in my cheek, leaving a blue print on it "Stop it" I cleaned the blue just to be attacked with orange almost immediately

"Aw, orange is definitely your colour" Michael smiled mockingly before I erased that smile with a stain of pink just in the middle of his face

"And pink is definitely yours" I smiled back

"Haha, very funny" Green was on my cheek. We kept doing that for a while, colors flying from their brushes and falling on our skins and clothes, we ended up as a giggling rainbow mess and we didn't even finished with the scenery

"I'll go get something to clean me up" I sighed standing up, not wanting to touch anything with my stained hands

"There's a towel backstage" Michael said "And Luke.." He grabbed my arm and pulled into a kiss "I love you"

"I love you too" I smiled as he let go my arm and I walked backstage to clean the paint from my skin. I found a towel in the lonely place and proceed to wipe the colours out

Next thing I knew I was being tackled down to the floor by a big body and a loud noise of something falling by my feet

"Are you ok?" Louis asked exalted

"What the-?" I exclaimed and then localized a hole in the floor just where I was standing seconds ago, made by one of those sacks that holds the curtain in place

"You have to be careful" Louis said, I was still shocked for the close death experience I just had, how could that fell just above my head? It has to be a coincidence isn't it?

"What happened?! I heard a scream and-" Michael appeared in the hall, his face still stained with paint

"Mikey" I ran to his arms "Louis saved me.."

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After that incident I told Michael to take me home and to stay with me because after a close death the least thing I'd like is being alone in an apartment

"What are you thinking about?" Mikey asked, drawing in my hand with his fingers as laying beside me on the couch

"It's just... How could that thing fall exacty where I was standing, it's a bit too much of a coincidence isn't it?" I said

"So, you're telling me you think it may have been on purpose" I looked at him "Who do you think could have done it?"

"I don't know" I mumbled "But I'm sure it wasn't coincidence"

"So you have no proof, you're probably just scared and overreacting"

"I know it seems like that but.." I said before feeling his lips on my neck skin

"Want me to help you forget about that?" his hands made their's way into my shirt as he sucked on my neck, definitely leaving a mark

I hummed in response and he placed himself over me, sitting on my legs, his hands taking off my and his shirt and then kissing my bare chest

I arched my back, giving him more space to mark my body. He bit my lip, touching me, pressing our hips together, the friction making my jeans feel tighter. Michael unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down together with my boxer briefs freeing my growing hard on

He licked his lips in a way too sexy way and then proceed to unbuckle his pants. He pulled them away revealing his throbbing dick leaking precum

He took both of the erections on his hand and moved it slowly, the friction between the cocks making me tug on the couch strongly, and bite on my lip until I could feel blood coming out

"I need to hear you" Michael slipped out and a moan escaped my mouth, the movements of his small hand up and down kept growing faster together with our groans and moans

A thin layer of sweat covered his body, tension was localized on his arm and collarbones, his purple hair sticked to his forehead and his eyes closed shut, with moans coming out from his slightly parted crimson lips

I felt the overwhelming pleasure bubbling in my lower zone and I knew I was close, I scratched his legs as small screams left my mouth

I came over our stomachs, Michael following not much after, loud profanities leaving both of our mouths. Our breaths were coming back and the panting decreasing

"I love you my pretty ballerina"

*Author Note*

2:07 am.. freaking tired, you owe me one (perhaps Ed Sheeran's tickets hmm)

Do you think Luke's overreacting or he may be right? hmm

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