•Michael•
Luke opened the door and my God did he look hot. His hair was all messy and flat and he was flushed red a little as if he'd been running and his breathing was all rugged as he tried to catch it, smirking at me as he let me inside.
"Hi," I squeaked, standing awkwardly in the hallway as I admired him for a little while longer.
"Sorry about um... about my hair and stuff I just woke up," Luke mumbled, consciously running his fingers through his hair.
"In your clothes?" I chuckled.
"I fell asleep in them," he admitted with a giggle which made him sound extra adorable.
"Oh, obviously, duh," I said sarcastically before making myself at home on his sofa, "so what are we doing today?"
"Well I don't know," Luke rolled his eyes, "you were the one who invited yourself round unannounced."
"Shut up Luke," I said quickly, beckoning for him to turn on the TV, "do you have any games?"
"Um... I have ones from ages ago," Luke mumbled, searching for the games for us to play.
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A few moments later we were both screaming at the TV as we played FIFA on his PS3 because, obviously I was winning, and he was shouting things to try and put me off.
"You suck, Michael!" he screamed, shoving my shoulder.
"Shut up Luke!" I shouted back, giggling as I tried to focus on the game like my pride depended on it.
"Yes! Oh my god!" Luke stood up yelling when he scored, dropping the controller in the process like the awkward human he was.
"Shut up Luke," I mumbled, smirking at how happy he was to have scored against me, "fine, you win." I rolled my eyes and sat back in the chair. Then I yanked his wrists so he tumbled on top of me, lying in my lap with his face on my stomach as he giggled.
"I win Mikey," he mumbled with a little clap of his hands.
"Someone's happy," I laughed as he smile up at me from my lap, making butterflies dance around in my stomach. I bit my lip as I tried not to let my mind wonder to what else he could have been doing while looking up at me like that and instead I pulled Luke further up my body so I was hugging him.
"I guess," Luke murmured, his speech barely audible.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, gently tilting his head a little to make sure he was being genuine when he answered.
"Nothing," he blurted, quickly avoiding my line of vision.
"It's not nothing," I pleaded, "Luke please, you'd tell me if you weren't happy, right?"
"Yes," he snapped, pulling away from me and rolling onto his back so he was lying next to me on the sofa. He stared up at the ceiling and I selfishly took this time to glance at his body, his treasure trail just visible above his waistband which made me gulp.
"Luke are you okay? I'm sorry," I mumbled softly, mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t shirt sleeve.
"Yeah," he breathed out, closing his eyes, "I'm fine Michael."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, worried that he was upset with me.
"I promise I'm fine, alright?" he wrapped his arms round me and I smiled into his hair.
