warning: a small bit of smut toward the end of the chapter. you should be able to tell when it's about to get heated and if you aren't comfortable with smut just stop reading from there on.
august 12, 2014
"so why in the fuck are you on room lockdown?" michael spoke to luke for the first time in days.
"long story" luke wrote on his whiteboard.
"bitch i have time. explain."
luke groaned and wrote. it took him about two whole minutes to write his entire explanation down.
it read: "i sorta got caught sneaking out of lunch with troye. and then i unintentionally spoke out loud, so now they've got me and troye on room lockdown and i'm being forced to go to private therapy sessions where they've been forcing me to talk. and i've got a wicked stutter now, s'embarrassing."
michael read it and a smirk came over his face almost instantly.
"say something." he said.
luke shook his head no.
"you know if you don't say at least one thing to me, i'll just tell one of the doctors you've been bullshitting them the whole time and you won't actually speak to anyone else.. that'll just get you put into more therapy and you won't be able to see your little boyfriend for eve-"
"christ, michael, fine!" luke screamed, clapping his hand over his mouth the second he heard his own voice.
he hated his voice. the only time he didn't stutter was when he was screaming.
"damn kid, you've got a much deeper voice than i had imagined." michael laughed. "chill the fuck out, you can talk to me."
"b-but my st-utter is e-embarrassing." Luke said softly.
michael burst into a fit of laughter, pretending to wipe away tears.
"damn you weren't kidding, you do have a horrible stutter. what the fuck, you sound ridiculous!" michael laughed.
"s-st-t-op" luke cried out.
"or what, you gonna tell on me?" michael said, still laughing hysterically, "i'll just tell them exactly what you were doing when you and your boy snuck out of lunch."
"y-you d-d-don't even k-know what we d-did." luke whined.
"let me guess, mouth to dick?" michael smirked, "maybe you should do that to me, too, i haven't gotten any in a year and i'm dying."
"fuck off!" luke screamed. "it-it's not your b-business what t-troye a-and i did."
"whatever." michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. "i'm going down to the lunch room because unlike somebody i didn't sneak off to fuck a guy in the middle of lunch. cya, fag."
luke rolled his eyes and let michael's harsh words go in one ear and out the other, he didn't care what michaels opinion of him was and he would never care.
luke just couldn't wait until he could get out of here so he'd never have to see michael again.
he sat in his bed and balled up a roll of paper, throwing it up into the air and catching it again. being in here was so boring that half the time he enjoyed fighting with michael because it gave him something to do.
he was really missing home. he wished so badly that he could go to his room and lay in his giant comfy bed, listen to two door cinema club and play farcry on his xbox like he typically did.
a quiet knock was heard at his door, and he stood up, walking over to the edge of the room and slowly opening the door.
"lunch delivery for mr.." the boy paused, smirking, as he looked at his hand, "hammings."
luke nearly screamed. this wasn't a worker bringing him lunch. it was troye.
luke grabbed the lunch tray that troye had brought him and tossed it on the desk beside him before pulling troye into his room and shutting the door behind him.
luke pushed troye against the closed door roughly as he slammed his lips onto troye's.
he was so sexually frustrated. making out with the guy he had a massive crush on and getting caught and forced to be alone in his room with his thoughts, luke's mind travelled quite a lot.
luke and troye kissed hard, troye reaching up to rest his arms on luke's shoulders and tug on his hair, earning a soft moan from luke's lips.
"fuck, you're so hot." troye's thick accent spoke, "i've missed you so much."
troye dragged luke by the collar of his shirt over to luke's bed, shoving him onto it and straddling the taller boy's waist.
they were making out on the bed, troye's hips grinding roughly into luke's as he sucked dark hickies onto luke's collarbone.
"fuck." luke breathed.
"i want to make you feel good, luke." troye said breathlessly, wrapping his hands around the bottom of the massively oversized sweater luke had been wearing, and tugging it up.
luke sat up slightly so that troye wouldn't have such a hard time pulling it off.
troye smirked as he realized how extremely hard the feminine boy below him was.
troye wrapped his fingers around the hem of the leggings luke was wearing, and his lust filled eyes looked to luke's for permission.
luke nodded, and troye didn't waste any time pulling down luke's pants and boxers.
luke was lying on his back and troye was sitting on his knees above him.
troye wrapped his small hands around luke's dick and smirked before pushing the tip into his mouth.
troye began to move his head, pumping the rest with his hand, causing luke to inhale sharply.
it didn't take long at all for luke to lose all control and he released into troye's mouth, groaning as troye swallowed it.
"f-fucking hell..." luke said through shortened breaths.
"i told you i wanted to make you feel good." troye smirked, pulling luke's pants and boxers up for him before handing him his sweater.
"no, keep it. i want to see how hot you look in my shirt tomorrow when i'm finally off lockdown. " luke said clearly.
"okay." troye smiled, his eyes widening two seconds later. "wait! luke! you didn't stutter! you said a full sentence in a calm voice without stuttering. holy fuck."
"you're the only person here who doesn't make me nervous. i feel comfortable talking to you, i don't have any worries." luke smiled.
"I don't even care if I get in trouble, I just want to lay here with you forever." troye smiled, resting his head on luke's bare chest.
and that's when they heard the door swing open.
