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lip ring - muke

Here it is! The book has officially begun, can I get a hell yeah!? No? Okay, read on :-)

Michael's pov

Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke.

He's constantly taking over my mind, clouding my thoughts. His soft blonde hair, always styled up in that delicate quiff. His stunning blue eyes that are more magnificent than the sky, even the ocean can't do them justice. His long, perfect, black skinny jean clad legs, his old, torn, classic band shirts.

What I love most about him though, is the tiny black hoop that goes through the left side of his lower lip. I've been craving to feel it against my lips, against my skin, ever since that day. That day in year nine, when we were fifteen.

I hated him (I was actually completely in love with him), he hated me, we had one thing in common though - Calum. He was my best friend, he was also Luke's best friend, so, as expected, we were both invited to a party he was hosting - which, I, for one, thought was a stupid ass idea.

Luke got absolutely shitfaced (drunk), trying to look 'cool' among Mali-Koa's friends. I, however, stayed absolutely sober, not wanting to deal with a killer hangover for school the next morning - I was pretty much the only kid there who didn't have a single drop of alcohol coursing through my veins.

Everyone was getting really hyped up about playing a stupid game.

"Spin the Bottle!"

"No! Truth or Dare!"

"How about both?"

There was a chorus of ok's sounding around the room.

"Mikey! Come play!" I agreed, knowing I was going to get roped into it somehow anyway.

As the game went on, it was finally Calum's turn. He spun the bottle, as you do, with a devilish look in his eye, it felt like it was never gonna slow down, until it slowly came to a stop and landed on me.

FLASHBACK

"Michael," he spoke, smirking evilly at me, "truth or dare?"

I gulped nervously, "uh-um d-dare?"

Seeing the look on Calum's face immediately made me regret my decision. "Seven minutes in heaven, in that closet," he points to a door in the corner of the room, "with Luke."

My stomach dropped and I felt sick, why him?  He hates me, I (don't) hate him, he'll probably hurt me or something. To my surprise he just gets up off the floor and walks over to the closet with confidence, "are you coming or not?"

I slowly nodded and got up, walking over. He let me walk in first, and soon followed, closing and locking the door.

"Look, y-you don't have to do this," I tried to convince him to just leave it.

"I want to."

My eyes widened as his lips were on mine, but I soon gave in, loving the feel of the cold metal of his lip ring pressing against my lips. He held me tightly against the wall, grinding his hips into mine, making me moan. His lips went down to my neck and began sucking, I squeezed his ass in approval and that only encouraged him, as his hands travelled down between us and began palming me through my jeans, making them uncomfortably tight as I felt myself harden at his touch.

I suddenly felt a burst of confidence, maybe even adrenaline run through my veins, and I found the strength to turn us around, so he was now against the wall, I smashed my lips to his eagerly, gripping at his thighs. He got the hint and jumped up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I pulled back from his lips and started kissing his neck, sucking and biting as I went.

"M-michael," he moaned out my name as he slid down my body to stand again.

He then flipped us around so I was against the wall again, grinding our crotches together, creating as much friction as possible, he then kissed me really hard and pulled away leaving us both breathless.

"Seven minutes is up," he whispered, pecking my lips once more then walking out of the closet, leaving me confused and flustered.

FLASHBACK OVER

Long story short, the next week he confessed his feelings for me, saying he wasn't as drunk as he was acting, and we began dating, we dated until the end of high school, until he completely disappeared after a stupid argument we had.

It's been four years and I haven't seen him, or even heard from him, I only know he's not dead because Calum spoke to him two days ago, he won't tell me anything though, besides the fact he's okay. It's driving me insane because I'm in love with him, I still am after four fucking years.

You should probably get out of bed, Michael.

Yes, thank you mind, I needed that.

So here I am, dragging my depressed self out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen, where I will make a bowl of cereal, because Luke was the cook in our relationship, I just burned everything.

I sit on the couch and flip on the TV to fill the silence. I sigh and feel myself getting sad again. The doorbell rings suddenly, causing me to jump because Calum is the only one who comes over, and he's out of town for the rest of the week with his boyfriend.

Don't freak yourself out, it's probably the mailman or something.

I pull open the door hesitantly and am met with a hooded figure dressed in all black, head down towards the ground.

"Uh, hi? Are you lost? I don-"

I was cut off by a pair of lips meeting my own. I was shocked, my eyes grew wide at this stranger kissing me.

That's no stranger you're kissing, Michael, think about it.

Then I felt it, the all-too-familiar cold metal of a lip ring, moulding itself against my lips. I pulled back, flabbergasted.

"L-luke?"

The figure removes his hood, and looks up shyly, nodding his head.

My eyes widened as I pulled him into a hug, his familiar scent comforting me.

"Oh my god, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN THE LAST FOUR YEARS!?"

"I had to leave, I'd had enough of our constant fighting and I didn't want to lose it and physically hurt you. You know how my anger can be, so I left, I went to my mum's house and stayed with her and got help. I'm better now and I'm back. I love you, Michael."

"I love you, too, and I'm so proud of you for taking that step and being brave, but do you know how much I missed you? You didn't even say goodbye, Luke."

Yep, well done, Michael, go ahead and cry in front of him.

"I know, I'm sorry, okay? But I'm here now, I'm better, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," I whispered, pulling him in for a tight hug, "never leave me again, Luke, please, I couldn't handle that again."

He nodded into my neck, "I'm not leaving you, Michael, never again. I'm here for good."

I pulled out of the embrace and sniffled. "I need you, Luke, kiss me, please."

So he did.

And I kissed back.

HIIII HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I've been working really hard to improve my writing, and I hope this is better than the first one I wrote, I tried to make it longer, too.

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