•Luke•
I was put into counselling after my attempt. I was put into suicide watch. I was getting therapy from some fancy expensive doctor.
None of it helped.
I felt, sometimes, as if I wasn't supposed to wake up that day. As if I deserved to feel the pain of being close to dying. When I had taken the pills that day it was as if the welcoming blanket of sleep was pulling me under but I was just a little too drowsy, a little too achy as the pills overdosed my bloodstream, infecting my body and mind as I fell into what I was certain was death.
But I did feel as if I was trying harder to get better.
Seeing Michael break like he did when he visited me in the hospital that day made me realise how he'd feel if I was gone.
"Baby?" Michael mumbled, stroking my hair as I hugged him, laying on my bed after skipping school again because I couldn't face it.
"Yeah?" I kissed his cheek, wrapping my legs round his waist and hugging him like a koala.
"I just want you to be happy," Michael whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," I whispered back, kissing his lips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, cupping my face and running his tongue along my bottom lip, "please distract me."
"Okay sweetheart," Michael flipped us over and I giggled when he straddled me, "your laugh is so beautiful." Michael chuckled, kissing my neck until he got to the part under my jaw, making me moan softly, my heart beating faster.
"You're my only escape," I breathed, lifting his head and connecting our lips, his tongue piercing ever present, making me whine and tug at his hair. He moaned and I gently and teasingly bit down on his bottom lip, dragging my teeth along his jaw. His hips met with mine and I moaned again when he grinded against me.
"Don't ever leave me," Michael whined, his hands moving over every part of my body.
"I w-won't- fuck," I whimpered as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs, pulling me off the bed and letting me wrap my legs round his body as he stumbled back towards the wall.
I unbuttoned his shirt and his jeans soon joined the growing pile of clothes as he worked at undoing my shirt.
"You okay with me taking this off?" he breathed and I nodded, smiling at how he actually cared as he gently slipped my shirt over my shoulders, his hands moving to my boxers and pulling them halfway down my legs as he dropped to his knees.
"Fuck," I moaned as he took
me into his mouth, making me lift my hips forward, tugging at his hair as he hummed something, the vibrations like shocks of electricity running through my body. He bobbed his head slowly and I leaned back against the wall, feeling as if my legs would give way. He sucked and bobbed his head as if it meant everything to make me crash as hard as he could.
"H-a-harder," I begged, my voice cracking and seeming to echo around the room as I tugged at his hair, making him moan against me. He answered my requests and brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Mm- M- close," I breathed, unintentionally thrusting forward and making him gag as I felt the heated knot forming in my stomach, "shit I love you Michael fu- fuck." I moaned loudly, biting my lip as he swallowed, looking up at me as he eased me down from my high, looking angelic and innocent and-
"I love you," I breathed out as I slid down the wall, landing on the floor, my legs shaking.
"I love you too," Michael smirked, kissing my lips shortly but I grabbed his face and deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth as I played with the waistband of his boxers, "baby, wait." he giggled, standing up and grabbing his shirt off the floor.
"You want me to wear it?" I giggled and he nodded, biting his lip as he watched me slip his shirt over my head, the fabric going just to the top of my thighs.
"Shit, Luke," Michael breathed as I kissed down his stomach then dropped to my knees.
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a/n ayy
y'all need jesus
go read the bible or somethin idk
go confess
~Teddy
