Empire (Muke Fic)

Chapter Two

Luke sat up as his phone rang, waking him up. He walked to the kitchen, answering sleepily.

“Hello?”

“Luke, I see you’ve woken up, even though it’s two in the morning.”

“Mr Clifford?”

Michael sighed on his side of the call, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Michael to you, I told you that.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Luke leant against his kitchen wall, yawning.

“So, what’s up?”

There was a shifting sound on the other side of the line.

“I had a dream about you. Well, the both of us, really.”

“Huh?”

Michael made a soft amused sound at Luke’s sleepy, confused noise.

“It made me wanna talk to you, and I can’t sleep.”

“Oh. Right. Makes sense. What was your dream about?”

Luke smiled as Michael launched into an explanation of his dream about them going to Dairy Queen together to get ice cream.

“And then we went to the beach and sat on the jetty - you know the one that goes out real far but goes up real high? That one. We just sat there for a few hours.”

“So...like a date then?”

Michael was silent for a few minutes, and Luke’s heart started beating erratically.

“I asked if you had a girlfriend earlier.”

“I remember.”

“Was that the correct term to be using?”

Luke’s mouth went dry, and he almost hung up on the nineteen year old boss right in that second.

“Look-”

“It’s fine to not be interested in girls.”

Luke picked at his pajama pants, slightly stressed by the new conversation topic.

“I know.”

“You aren’t, are you?”

Luke sighed, wondering how this had become a discussion on his sexuality.

“No, I’m not. I don’t like girls. I’m gay, are you gonna kill me for it now?”

“No. That’s stupid. And kinda hypocritical in a way.”

Luke let out a slow breath, leaning more heavily against the wall.

“Why did you want to know?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Luke almost choked at Michael’s casual tone before composing himself, clearing his throat.

“No. No, uh, I don’t. I never really have, just a few things here and there that never worked out in the end.”

“I’m not picky, myself. I just like people.”

Luke smiled slightly, sitting on the floor.

“So, why did you bring this up?”

“I got a not-straight vibe from you.”

Luke furrowed his eyebrows at Michael’s words, confused in his tiredness.

“What do you mean?”

“I can just sense it, it makes my life easier.”

Luke rolled his eyes, yawning softly, the yawn distorting his response slightly.