Pranks | Muke

Chapter Twelve

-Michael's point of view-

We were too late. Mrs. Hemmings caught us. She caught Luke and me in the middle of our act, and by act I mean the giving and receiving of a blowjob.

She stood for a brief moment to watch the two of us struggle to run and untangle ourselves from the warm duvet when unfortunately attached with handcuffs, but finally walked deeper into the dark garden and grabbed Luke by his free arm. Mrs. Hemmings dragged him back into the warm house, me being dragged by Luke, and let go once the sliding doors were closed behind us. 

"Luke Hemmings. Please explain what you were doing in our garden at two in the morning with Michael." His mum looked between the two of us, guitly expressions planted on our faces.

"We, erm-" Luke looked to the left hestitantly, obviously trying to think of a reasonable explaination. I figured his mum did not know about him watching the stars at night.

"We were just watching the stars," I said, subconsiously trying to hide my exposed tummy and pyjama bottoms with my hands.

The blonde lady continued to look between Luke and me as if searching for signs of lying, and then sighed. "First thing in the morning I'm taking you guys to get unattatched. You two have already missed a day of school as it is because of this, and I'm tired of throwing away ripped clothes." She nodded, looking towards the stairs and as if silently telling us to go back to bed.

Luke breathed out a sigh of relief, "okay."

"And Luke," his mum called before we made our way back to his room, "we'll dicuss you giving oral to a boy later."

Luke's breath hitched, which I secretly found rather amusing, and then he tugged me up back to his bedroom in silence.

**

Later that morning after having woken up in Luke's bed (without a duvet since we left it in the garden), we ate what I now knew was Luke's favourite food, cereal, then followed his mum into her car. Despite all of the annoying impracticalities that came with the handcuffs, I couldn't help but feel miserable knowing that I would have to say goodbye to Luke for the first time in three days.

The blonde boy looked upset too. I thought back to only hours prior where he gave me something unforgetable; we both immensly enjoyed the feeling of each other even despite the only thing keeping us warm was a damp duvet. The thought made me crave more of the boy, and anyway, it was my turn to give him a blowjob.

Luke must have noticed the way I looked at him, because he smirked sugestively. "Are you thinking about how amazing my mouth is?" He whispered.

"No." I whispered back, "I'm thinking about how mine would be even better."

Luke blushed slightly and opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped as the car pulled over into a driveway. I instantly recognised it as the mechanic's we visited the day before.

"I'll explain to the mechanic the situation, and he should know what to do." Mrs. Hemmings spoke as she jumped out of the car. She made no effort to make eye contact with either of us. It was hard to tell whether she heard our small conversation or not.

"Mum, I told you! Michael and I came here yesterday, Ashton knows about the situation."

"His dad doesn't though. Ashton is only an apprentice, and I don't want him accidently chopping your hands off. I don't care if he's your friend." After only having known her for a couple of days, Luke's mum came off as very protective. Which was good because the more pointless bickering coming from her and Luke meant more time with him before being separated.