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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band), 5SOS, muke_clemmings_-_Fandom, Muke_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Muke, muke_clemmings_-_Relationship, Michael_Clifford/Luke_Hemmings,
      Calum_Hood/Ashton_Irwin
  Character:
      Ashley_Frangipane_|_Halsey, Halsey_-_Character, Luke_Hemmings, Calum
      Hood, Michael_Clifford, Ashton_Irwin, Liz_Hemmings, Ben_Hemmings
  Additional Tags:
      Coming_Out, Cutting, Therapy, Boy_Love, Crushes, Dry_Humping, Sexy_Times
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-21 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2022
****** Now Or Never ******
by Nerd_Cake
Summary
     Luke has been through a lot, and doesn't think anything of love. No
     one would want to love a scrawny, defenseless emo kid going to
     therapy and getting beaten up by "straight" jocks. But then there's
     Michael.
     Luke promised himself he'd stay abstinent until he was ready, but
     Michael makes him ready for things he shouldn't be until he's 40.
     Marriage, babies, retirement, nursing homes, dying together. Luke is
     in over his head here.
***** Chapter 1 pt 1 *****
Luke has never gotten a tattoo-ever. Which is crazy because, his best friend's
both have tattoos, and Luke wants tattoos he's just...too scared. No, not
scared. Maybe terrified that his mother would have a heart attack and die if
she saw permanent ink on his skin.
But now he couldn't stop thinking about them because, there is Michael
Clifford; females flocking him, touching his arm and asking "Did it hurt?"
Sluts.
Luke hated himself for thinking it because, it's really mean, but come on. They
should have some respect for themselves instead of throwing themselves at the
red haired footie player. Everytime Luke thought about Michael playing footie
he almost laughed. Because, looking at michael, 6 feet of pale skin, guns n
roses shirts, and combat boots, looks like he could play in a band before
playing on a field with other athletic boys.
Luke knows for a fact that michael plays World of Warcraft. Not in a creepy
way...he's not a stalker. Luke shook his head trying to stop thinking about
Michael Clifford and maybe acknowledge Calum, who was banging his head against
Luke's back right between his shoulder blades.
"It's haawwwtt..." Calum groaned. Luke snorted. "Then take off your jacket."
Calum sighed, hopeless. "I don't wanna lose it." Luke turned around in his seat
and Calum's forehead collided with his shoulder. Luke forced Calum's head back.
"Give it to me then, I'm only wearing this little blue shirt." Luke frowned
putting his hand out. Calum grinned eyeing the shirt Luke was wearing. "You
look cute in the shirt your mum got you." He teased. Luke glared at him, his
cheeks heating. "Shut up."
Luke's mum knew everything. Well, she had to after the whole 'cutting' epidemic
and Luke having to go to therapy for the abuse he got at school for being gay.
Luke's therapist was only a few years older and was gay as well. It helped Luke
through a lot because, Ashton understood everything he was going through.
"So," Calum said passing Luke his jacket. "Did Ashley tell you about
yesterday?" He asked. Luke slipped on Calum's jacket, happy he had warmed it up
for him. Luke liked the way the jacket smelt like Calum. He liked how his best
friend smelled-it wasn't weird...
Calum went on talking about how he and Ashley had gone into Victoria's Secret
together, and the saleswoman asked if he were there to buy his girlfriend
something. Luke had to cover up his humiliatingly loud laugh.
Calum beamed back at him and went on to say that he tried to explain to the
saleswoman that he wasn't straight by using innuendos that she didn't
comprehend. And in the end Ashley shouted out in the middle of the store that
Calum liked dick.
Luke ended up having to be shushed by the teacher for his horrible laughter. It
was awful really, or at least Luke thought so. Sometimes, Luke actually wheezed
when he laughed-and snorted. He sounded like a donkey, Ashley had said so once.
When Luke calmed down he glanced around the room to see if anyone was giving
him the usual stink-eye. But to his surprise no one had their eyes on him. No
one but Michael Clifford that is. And Luke had to do a double take.
Okay. So either Michael Clifford was staring at him or there was someone behind
him. Luke had checked. There was not.
"What's wrong?" Calum asked liking in the direction that Luke was focused.
"Nothing's wrong." Luke said quickly. " Do you know if Ashley has the review
for history finished?" Luke asked even though he already knew that she didnt
and just wanting to change the subject.
Glancing back while Calum answered Luke found michael turned away from him.
Maybe he had been hallucinating.
***** Chapter 1 pt 2 *****
Luke plugged his ears with his ear buds when the first plane he saw today
started making its way up the runway. Luke only came here to watch the planes
take off on his bad days. Today wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either.
Sometimes Luke just came because he felt like it. Luke had this dream of
traveling the world someday. He really wanted to go up in a plane and fall in
love with places that were far away from his little town. And then come back
because, despite everything, Luke still loved this place. But for now coming to
the small family spot to watch the planes take off would suffice.
Luke liked coming out here when it got too hard to think. He mostly came during
lunch breaks since being a senior had its perks. Like leaving school for lunch.
Luke signed himself out nearly every day even if the drive was long and it
didn't leave much time to stay as long as he wanted. He'd still sit at the
little picnic table behind the chain link fence and finish his marmite sandwich
whilst watching planes take off until it was time to go.
Luke definitely needed it today. He'd been called a fag more than he'd like, as
per usual, but today he'd almost gotten jumped and gang raped in the bathroom.
It was funny how many boys want you to suck their dick but spite you for being
a 'fag'.
God, Luke loathed that word.
Luke nearly shrieked and jumped out of his own skin when he felt weight on the
table next to him. He was knocked so far out of his element that when Michael
Clifford said 'hi' to him, he had no clue what to say back to him.
"Before you ask," Michael said pulling the ear buds from Luke's ears, "yes. I
did follow you. But I swear I'm not a stalker." Luke blinked at him. "That's
what stalkers say." Michael giggled, and Luke felt like he'd been pushed off a
marry-go-round.
Luke knew Michael having followed him here was not a good thing. Jocks
following him was never a good thing. But looking around Luke didn't see anyone
else. "Where are they?" Luke blurred out in question. Michael looked around as
if Luke was talking about his car keys.
"What?"
"Your teammates. Are they hiding?"
Michael looked confused.
"You can have whatever you want, just please don't try and make me suck
anyone's-"
Michael threw his hands up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Michael's eyes were blown so
wide they looked like they'd pop out of his head at any given moment. "That's
NOT what I came here for!"
Luke relaxed a little, but narrowed his eyes on Michael. "Than what did you
come here for?"
Michael shrugged shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I
don't know," he said. "Wanted to talk to you. Maybe ask you out..."
Luke sat for a moment, contemplating. He collected his things in his hands
quickly and scrambled off the picnic table. "Where are you-" Luke cut Michael
off. "I don't want any trouble. I never did anything to you, so if this is some
cruel joke then I would rather just end it now." He stated.
"Damn." Michael says climbing off of the picnic table. "I knew you'd be
difficult, but-wow-you make it hard to warm up to you don't you?" Michael
declared more than asked. Luke stood there a moment dumbfounded. "Warm up to
me?" He asked.
Michael sighed. "How about we start over?" He asked taking a step towards Luke.
Instinctively Luke took a step back. "Relax, I don't bite...much." Michael aid
seductively. It was like he was trying to make Luke's dick perk up.
"Hi, I'm Michael." He greeted putting his hand out for Luke to shake. "Luke,
right?" Luke couldn't help but smile and take Michael's hand in his. "Yeah...
Hi." Michael beamed at him. "Nice sweater. Aren't you hot out here?
Luke looked down at himself. "I'm holding it for Calum. I'm okay." Michael
nodded. "I know Calum we have athletics together." Luke's eyebrows stitched
together. "Isn't that now?" He asks. Michael smirks. "Yeah."
Luke just looked at him a moment or longer. Michael didn't seem to mind. "Why
are you talking to me?" He asks. Michael bites down on his bottom lip, and
Luke's heart has surely given out by now.
"I don't know... I like you."
Luke's eyes went wide and he didn't know what to say as Michael moved closer.
"You're kinda hot..." Michael whispered into Luke's ear. A strangled noise
escaped Luke's throat, and if Luke were weaker he would havejumped Michael's
bones then and there. But instead he decided to act casual in the most awkward
way simply  because, he was Luke.
"Oh, r-really?" He squeaked. Michael snickered into Luke's ear. "Really... it's
too bad you have a boyfriend." He trailed off waiting for Luke to react. "What
makes you think I have a boyfriend?" Luke asks.
Michael smirks. "That sweater on your back..." Luke snorted in the most
embarrassing way possible. "Calum is not my boyfriend."
Michael sighs. "Cool." He says hotly.
"You're cool." Luke wants to say, but knows he'd be humiliated by the amount of
lameness.
"See you around...Lucas."
Luke was so detailed it took him five minutes to regain his thoughts and move
his feet.
He was late to fourth hour.
***** Chapter 1 pt 3 *****
"You look happier than usual, did something happen?"
Luke stopped smiling down at the fray on his jeans, and looked to Ashton.
Ashton adjusted his glasses smiling knowingly at Luke. 
"Okay," Luke said. "I met someone...more or less. Don't look at me like that!"
Luke squeaked. Ashton laughed making Luke blush. Some therapist he was. It was
one of those times it felt more like Luke was talking to a friend not a
therapist.
"You like him?" Ashton asks. "I mean, I'm only assuming they are a he?" It was
Luke's turn to laugh. "His name is Michael. And I don't know... I've always
thought he was hot as hell." Luke admits. He can tell Ashton anything.
Ashton snorted. "Liking someone's appearance, Luke, has nothing to do with
liking a person." Luke rolls his eyes. "I know that. But he's friends with the
footie team...and most of the jocks beat me up, so I don't know is its just a
mean joke." Luke says. Suddenly he feels small on Ashton's leather couch. He
hates it when Ashton shrinks him. Hates talking about how he actually feels.
Ashton's expression softened. "Sometimes it's better to just go with the flow.
Not everything is a trap waiting to be stepped into." He paused. "It's
refreshing to know you found someone, Luke, it seems things are looking up."
Ashton said.
Luke smiled but a part of him hoped Ashton was right and he wasn't stepping
into a trap.
 
                                 • ∆ • ∆ • ∆ •
 
"That's kind of creepy though that he just showed up out of the blue-no he
actually followed you! Red flag." Ashley said into Luke's fridge as Luke hopped
up on the counter top. "No, it's different it just shows he's interested-
" Ashley snorted "Maybe a little bit too much."
Calum  in on the conversation "What did Ashton say?" Luke made a face at
Calum's asking about Ashton. They had met once and ever since Calum hasn't shut
up about him. And he thought he was subtle.
Luke rolled his eyes. "Dr. Irwin thinks it's refreshing that I've met someone."
Calum's face contorted cutely "What? We've known Michael since grade school.
You guys couldn't stand each other back then. Remember that?" Luke nodded. He
remembered a little, but he couldn't remember why it had been like that. "What
for?" Ashley asked. "Stupid stuff. I think it was because Liz was the maths
teacher." Calum said.
"What?" She said, eyebrows crinkled together as she chugged from a water
bottle. "That is so stupid." Luke shrugged. "Probably why I don't even remember
it." He said. Calum snorted. "Maybe he's held some psycho grudge and is out to
get you."
Ashley noticed Luke's expression falling and punched Calum in the shoulder.
"No! That is totally not the case. I'm happy for you Luke. I'm positive that
things will work out great." Ashley said in assurance.
Luke wasn't so positive.
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in's cheek, thumbs at his
spit-slick lips. "You're my good boy, Merlin. You're doing really well...
you’re going to make me come so hard."
Merlin smiles, knowing that Uther can feel the smile even if he can't see it.
He dips his head and gets back to sucking.
"Touch my balls," Uther gasps. "Stroke them while you suck."
Merlin complies, feeling the weight of them with careful fingers, rolling them
gently as they tighten in his hand.
"Yes, Merlin... like that." Uther brings his hand to Merlin's cheek, feeling
the press of his cock through the flesh, touching the place where he's sliding
wetly in and out of Merlin's mouth.
Merlin feels Uther's hips buck as his whole body tenses, and then he shudders
and comes in Merlin's mouth, warm and salty and bitter and everything that
Merlin's been waiting for. He chokes a little and pulls off.
"Oh yes, Merlin. That's a good boy," Uther touches his fingers to Merlin's
throat, feeling the bob as he swallows. "Well done."
He grabs Merlin's bony shoulders in his large hands and pulls him down, kissing
him, reaching into Merlin’s pants, grasping his cock. Merlin thrusts into his
grip, hard and leaking. "Please," he begs, not even sure what he's asking for.
He just needs to come -- somehow, anyhow -- as soon as possible.
Uther rolls him over onto his back and moves down his body, spreading Merlin's
legs wide as he pulls off his briefs. His mouth is everywhere; on Merlin's
chest, his belly, licking at his hipbones, his balls. He moves lower still and
Merlin stifles a cry as Uther's hot breath washes over his hole followed by the
sweep of his tongue, wetting him, pressing into his sensitive flesh.
Then Uther's fingers are there instead. As he takes Merlin's cock into the
smooth heat of his mouth a finger presses inside, stretching and twisting and
making heat spark somewhere deep inside. One more strong suck of Uther's mouth
and a curl of that finger and Merlin's whole body arches helplessly as his cock
pulses, and his hole clenches rhythmically as he comes and comes and comes.
He collapses back, spent and boneless as Uther lets Merlin’s cock slip from
between his lips. He presses a kiss to the tip before he moves up the bed to
lie beside Merlin. He pulls him close and kisses his forehead, stroking his
hair again.
Merlin curls himself around Uther, like he wants to get inside his skin,
wrapping his long limbs around the solid bulk. Uther holds him for a while,
running his hands over Merlin’s back, drawing patterns on his skin.
But eventually he pulls away, unwrapping Merlin’s pliant arms, sleep-heavy. He
kisses Merlin’s lips gently and whispers.
“You need to go back to your own bed now, Merlin.”
Merlin whimpers a little in protest, but he knows that Uther’s right. So he
untangles himself from Uther and the sheets, and finds his briefs, pulling them
back on as he perches on the edge of the bed.
Uther squeezes his shoulder with a warm grip and releases him as Merlin stands
to leave.
“Goodnight, Merlin,” he says as Merlin pauses in the open doorway, looking at
Uther’s smile in the light that slants through from the hallway.
“‘Night,” Merlin replies, then closes the door silently behind him.
FIN
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