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      Published: 2015-03-09 Completed: 2015-08-27 Chapters: 38/38 Words: 54963
****** The Worst Things in Life Come Free to Us ******
by mukeftlashton
Summary
     On the outside, Michael looks like a bitter rebel who doesn't care
     about the feelings of others. In reality, he's a kid who had his
     heart shattered, and he needs help picking up the pieces.
     Luke is a fragile teen who lives with his abusive, alcoholic,
     homophobic father. He has resorted to not speaking, deciding that it
     isn't worth his time; no one cares about what he has to say anyways.
     Piece by piece, they help each other rebuild the fragments of their
     shattered hearts, but it doesn't happen overnight.
Notes
     Hi guys! This is my first fic, so take it easy on me? If anyone wants
     to beta this story let me know, because at the moment all the
     potential mistakes are my own, no one has read this over. I hope you
     enjoy, xx. (Fic title is from A Team by the amazing Ed Sheeran,
     chapter title is from Weightless by All Time Low.)
***** Maybe it's Not My Weekend, but it's Gonna Be My Year *****
Michael sighed, glaring at the sink full of dishes that seemed to be mocking
him. His feet burned with exhaustion, the weight of the ten hour shift that he
just worked pressing down on him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before grabbing
the sponge, it wasn't as if these dishes were going to clean themselves; and
anyways, the sooner they were finished, the sooner that Michael could finally
leave.
It wasn't that Michael hated his job, not at all. In fact, he was eternally
grateful for the kindness that the owner of the shop, Alex, showed him last
year when Michael's parents were involved in a fatal car crash. If it wasn't
for Alex, Michael would probably be on the streets by now; it wasn't as if any
of his bastard relatives would be willing to take him under their wing.
As he scrubs at the greasy plates that have accumulated from the busy evening
at the restaurant, he lets his mind wander to that night.
He really hadn't experienced much trauma then, because despite the fact that
most of his family hated him, he had his parents. His relationship with his
parents was amazing, and he was very grateful for the fact that they loved him
unconditionally, even when the rest of his family turned their backs on him. He
remembers the day his family found out he is gay very clearly, the looks of
disgust burned into the back of his brain, always there to haunt him when he
feels as worthless as they told him he is.
He remembers the tears in his mother's eyes all those years ago, as all the
people she loved, the people that she thought she could trust, turned on him;
simply because of his sexuality.
It's almost funny, in a cruel, twisted way; that the universe decided to rip
the only people who loved Michael unconditionally right out of his grasp, in
the most gruesome way. He would take the harsh words, the painful glares that
he received from his family over and over again, if that meant he never needed
to feel the pain that he'd felt in the last year.
He shook his head, clearing it of the depressing thoughts. The past is the
past, and if Michael has learned anything within the last year, it's that you
can't change past experiences, but you can learn from them. And from these
experiences, he learned that loves means pain. The only people he's ever loved
have abandoned him, leaving him broken, and alone.
So, Michael decided that he's not going to love again, he's just going to keep
fending for himself, living alone in his one bedroom apartment across from the
restaurant. He doesn't need friends, and he certainly doesn't need to fall in
love, because he knows it's just going to lead to heart break; and honestly, he
doesn't think he can take any more of that.
He dries the last of the dishes, carefully putting it away. He wishes for what
feels like the millionth time that this place had a dish washer, it would make
his life a lot easier.
He unties his apron from behind him, hanging it on the hook that rests at the
top of the kitchen door as he walks out, and into the office Alex has in the
back of the tiny building. He grabs his neatly folded clothes from the sofa,
quickly replacing his sweaty work uniform with them. Once he has his black
leather jacket in hand, he heads out the back door, deciding last minute that
he's going to the little clearing that he loves. His mind still feels a little
crazy as he climbs into his beaten up car, bombarded with painful memories, and
he just wants to sit and think.
. . .
Luke flinches when he hears the door swing open, crashing into the wall behind
it with a loud bang. He sits up quickly, already running to the door and
pushing his desk in front of it, hoping that it will at least give him some
time to think before his asshole of a father comes barging in here.
He winces at the pain in his bruised arms as he slowly pushes the desk over,
not wanting to grab his father's attention with the noise of wood scraping
against wood as he slides the desk so that it effectively barricades the door.
He knows that he won't have much time regardless of his efforts, and if his
father gets in here, he's going to beat him senseless. Luke is sure that if he
has to take another beating, he's done. He already feels incredibly weak, his
entire body aching from the pain that his father inflicted on him yesterday,
and every other day that week.
His thoughts are interrupted by the heavy thud of his father's boots on the
stairs, “Luke? Where the fuck are you?” Luke winced, eyes going wide as he
scanned the room, desperately trying to think of a way to avoid his father.
They landed on the window, but he shook his head. There was no way that he
could make that jump, even if he was in good health, and definitely not given
the state that he is currently in.
The door knob slowly turns, and he watches it, frozen in place by fear. The
sound of the door hitting the desk startles him, and he glances at the window
again, contemplating. “Did you fucking barricade this door, you little faggot?
You're pathetic, you know that right?” Luke whimpers as the desk starts to
move, and he knows that he has less than 30 seconds before his father makes it
into his room.
Fuck it, he decides; if he jumps out the window and doesn't make it, that's
fine by him. He would rather die then and there than stay in this hell hole
with his abusive father any longer. Besides, if he stays in here his father
will probably beat him to death anyways. He walks over to the window, looking
down at the ground, swallowing loudly.
He almost backs out, until he hears the desk crashing to the ground as his
father pushes the door open. Luke jumps down fearfully, hitting the ground
hard, rolling over a few times before coming to a stop. He can hear his father
yelling in his room, but he doesn't pay attention to what he's saying. He
stands on shaky legs, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He runs without
looking back, paying no mind to where he's headed, as long as it's away from
his house he could care less.
His feet pound on the sidewalk, and briefly, he wonders why he doesn't feel
pain from his socked feet hitting the pavement harshly. By the time the blonde
boy looks up he must have run for miles, he feels like their are flames in his
lungs, licking their way up out of his throat. His legs ache, and they wont
stop shaking. He feels as if he could collapse any second.
Glancing around, he sees that he's outside of a small forest, and it's almost
peaceful to be surrounded by all these trees.
Luke decides to walk through the forest, liking the idea of being hidden by the
trees, safe from prying eyes. He walks through the maze of trees mindlessly,
admiring the flowers and plants that he sees as he slowly carries on. He
glances up and sees a clearing ahead, and he walks towards it curiously.
The blonde boy makes his way to the clearing, eyes widening when he looks
around. Although it's very simple, he can't help but be in awe at the beauty of
the place. He looks up at the night sky, seeing all the stars through the break
in the trees. The clearing is full of purple flowers, and there's even a small
pond.
Luke lies down on the bed of flowers gingerly, not wanting to disturb them too
much. As he lays there, the events of the night finally catch up to him, and he
felt like all his emotions hit him like a tidal wave. Luke rolls onto his side,
curling in on himself and having what feels like a well deserved cry. He wishes
that his life didn't have to be like this, wishes that he wasn't stuck with his
drunken father, and a deadbeat mother than he's never even met. Maybe then he
would actually be normal, maybe then he would talk to people and make friends.
He just wants to feel loved for once, like he's actually needed.
***** My Heart Wants To Come Home *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, here's another chapter :). Thank you to everyone who commented
     and left kudos, you're all wonderful people. Updates should be pretty
     frequent, but not always daily. I hope you enjoy! xx (Title is from
     Beside You by the one and only 5 Seconds of Summer.)
Michael sighs contently as he approaches the forest; even just seeing the
outside of the trees calms his racing mind. He found this place right after his
parents' accident, when he was just so lost, and ever since then it's been a
place where he can organize his thoughts. It makes him feel like he's far away
from the world and all it's problems.
Just as the blue haired boy approaches the clearing he stops abruptly,
wondering if he's hearing things. He listens closely, realizing that he's
hearing quiet sobs, coming from a small blonde boy laying in the middle of the
clearing. He's confused, and concerned for this stranger. He's never seen
another person here, so he has no idea how this boy found it, or why he would
be here at this time, it had to be at least midnight by now. The boy is so
caught up in his crying fit that he hasn't even noticed Michael standing there;
he just continues to break down, curling further into himself, shivering in the
chilly night breeze.
Michael doesn't want to scare the boy, he looks fragile as it is. He walks into
the clearly slowly, trying to speak as gently as he can, “hey, are you okay?”
The boy flinches, shooting up into a sitting position, whipping around to face
Michael. His heart breaks at the sight; this boy looks so fragile, he has a
large bruise on his jaw, and there's a small cut on his lip leaking blood. His
eyes are filled with tears, and his lip quivers as he regards Michael
fearfully.
He shakes his head slowly, another broken sob slipping past his lips. Michael
attempts to come closer to him, but the blonde boy starts scooting backwards,
as if he's going to hurt him.
“I'm not going to hurt you, I promise,” Michael starts towards him again, and
the boy stays put this time. He shrugs off his jacket, offering it to the
blonde, who is still shivering violently. He takes it cautiously, still looking
terrified. Michael gently sits in front of him, while still keeping enough
distance to avoid scaring the boy.
Michael has been avoiding people for a while, so he is unsure of how to
approach this situation. “You can tell me what happened, you know? Or not,
that's fine too. I don't want to pressure you; it looks like you've been
through enough.” He speaks cautiously, nervous about making the boy's situation
even worse than it already is.
The blonde boy shifts awkwardly, seeming to be contemplating answering Michael.
Finally, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out an iPhone and typing on it
quickly. He looks up through his eyelashes at Michael shyly, handing him the
phone carefully.
Michael looks down at it, confused as to why the boy couldn't simply tell
Michael was was wrong out loud. 'I don't talk, I'm mute. My name is Luke... I
came here to get away from my dad.' Michael's eyes widened in realization, and
he immediately felt sympathy for this boy, it seems like he's been through a
lot of shit that he didn't deserve.
Michael studies the bruises littering the boy's perfect face, and he guesses
that these aren't the only bruises on his milky white skin. His heart breaks as
he wonders why someone would want to do this to someone so pretty, especially
his own father. The boy continues to look at the ground, refusing to meet
Michael's eyes as he thinks carefully about what he should say next.
“Did he do this to you, Luke?... Oh, and my name is Michael, but you can call
me Mikey if you like.” Michael cringes at how awkward he sounds, and he really
wishes that he wasn't so anti-social so that he would actually have people
skills.
Luke finally looks up, meeting Michael's eyes cautiously. He nods slowly, eyes
filling with tears again, one spilling over and falling down his cheek. Without
thinking, Michael reaches out and wipes the tear with his thumb. He doesn't
know why, usually he avoids touching people at all costs, but for whatever
reason he feels extremely protective over Luke already. He just looks like he
needs someone to love him; he looks broken. Luke flinches when Michael's thumb
touches his face, as if he's going to hit him or something, and it makes
Michael's blood boil. He honestly wants to kill the person who broke this boy
into so many pieces; he just hopes that he can pick them back up.
Michael is startled out of his thoughts by the loud sob that escapes Luke's
mouth. He watches the boy curl in on himself again, bringing his knees to his
chest and burying his face in them. He surprises himself as well as Luke when
he reaches out, pulling the boy to his chest, attempting to shield him from the
world and all the pain it has caused him.
The blonde boy stiffens at first, but eventually relaxes into Michael's arms.
He hides his face in the blue haired boy's chest, and Michael can't help but
silently coo at how adorable the boy is. Luke shifts slightly, and at this
point he's basically in Michael's lap, but he's strangely okay with that; he
would do anything to make the fragile boy comfortable at this point.
A few minutes pass before Michael hears Luke's breathing slow down and even
out, and he's pretty sure that the blonde boy had fallen asleep right there in
his arms. He almost laughs when he thinks about the dramatic turn that his
night took, but he thinks that this could be a good thing, for both him and
Luke. He wants to try to help the blonde boy, and he thinks that maybe he could
help Michael too, because despite his fear of love, Michael feels like he could
learn to love this boy.
He stands up gently, and he feels Luke cling to him tighter instinctively,
wrapping his arms around Michael's waist and tightening his grip around his
neck. Michael begins walking back towards his car, noticing how unusually light
Luke is, becoming even more concerned for the boy. Luke shifts, nuzzling his
head into the crook of Michael's neck, his hot breath fanning over Michael's
skin.
Michael balances Luke's weight in one arm as he reaches into his pocket for his
keys, fishing them out and pressing the unlock button. He doesn't want to wake
the boy, but he has no idea how else he's going to get him into the car safely
given their current position.
“Lukey, it's time to wake up.” He speaks gently, running his fingers up and
down Luke's spine in what he hopes to be a soothing motion. He feels him stir
in his arms, shaking his head, his cold nose rubbing against Michael's skin.
“I'm going to let you down now, okay? You can sleep as much as you want once we
get back to my house.” Michael keeps his tone soft, still afraid of scaring the
boy off. Luke loosens his grip on Michael, sliding his legs down so that he's
on his own two feet. Once Luke is standing in front of him, Michael realizes
that he is in fact taller than Michael, which is confusing considering how
small and fragile he makes himself look. His long legs are clad in skin tight
black jeans, just like Michael, and his large hoodie is a plain grey colour. He
frowns when he sees that the boy isn't wearing shoes, his feet simply covered
in a pair of dirty black socks.
Deciding he can fix the boy up once they get back to his apartment, Michael
walks around Luke to open his door, smiling as he rubs his eyes with the
sleeves of his oversized hoodie.
After he sits down in the passenger seat and buckles his seat belt, Michael
shuts the door gingerly, walking around to the drivers side. He takes a deep
breath before he gets in, wondering what he has got himself into.
***** We Can Live Like Jack and Sally if We Want *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's the third chapter! Warning: it contains ridiculous amounts of
     fluff, proceed with caution. ;) (Title is from I Miss You by Blink
     182, such an iconic song.)
Michael grips the steering wheel tightly, glancing over at Luke nervously. The
blonde boy is curled up on his side with his back facing Michael, peering out
the passenger side window. The blue haired boy turns his eyes back to the road,
hand reaching for the radio, pressing play on the last CD that he had in there.
Michael even catches himself off guard when Blink 182 begins playing far too
loudly. He sees Luke jump in his seat, startled by the sudden noise. He winces
as he turns the radio down quickly, “sorry, I didn't realize it was that
loud...” Michael mumbles, hoping that he didn't scare Luke too much.
He glances over at the boy, relieved when he smiles at him gently, as if to say
'it's okay.' Michael smiles back, a genuine smile, unlike the fake smiles he
usually gives out.
The older boy hums quietly when I Miss You comes on, tapping his fingers on the
steering wheel as he turns onto his street. “We can live like Jack and Sally if
we want, where you can always find me, and we'll have Halloween on Christmas.
And in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends.”
Michael sings along mindlessly, pulling into the driveway of his apartment
building and parking the car carefully.
He takes the keys out of the ignition, turning to Luke, only to realize that
he's already looking at him, eyes open and innocent. “Are you ready to go in?”
Michael sends a soft smile to Luke, wanting him to know that he means no harm,
that he's going to take care of him. “We can get you cleaned up and into some
warm clothes?”
Luke nods slightly, wondering how a stranger could be so kind to him when his
own father has shown him nothing but hatred. He sighs, turning to open the
door, climbing out of the car.
Michael steps out of his side, closing the door quietly and pressing the lock
button on his keys. He walks over to Luke, grabbing his hand gently and
threading their fingers together. Luke looks down and their intertwined hands
curiously, but follows the blue haired boy when he tugs him forward, leading
him to the stairs.
Michael climbs the first step before he realizes that the blonde boy isn't
following him, turning back around to look at him questioningly. Luke is biting
his lip nervously, looking at Michael with pleading eyes.
It then dawns on him that Luke is probably in a lot of pain, and the idea of
climbing all the stairs that it will take to get to Michael's third story
apartment does not sound very appealing. “Do you want me to carry you up the
stairs? It's a long way up to my apartment...” Michael watches as Luke sighs
with relief, nodding eagerly.
He considers offering Luke a piggyback ride, but decides that the boy might
have a hard time jumping up onto his back given his current position. He opts
for instead sweeping him up bridal style, starting up the stairs once Luke has
a tight grip around his neck.
Luke is thankful that Michael didn't make him walk, unsure of how he would have
managed all these stairs. At this point, his legs feel like they weigh a
thousand pounds, and he doesn't think he has ever felt this exhausted.
When the older boy reaches the top he goes to set Luke down, but the blonde boy
clings onto him tighter, pressing his face into Michael's neck. He breathes in
Michael's scent, wondering why he feels so comforted by it when he's only just
met the kind blue haired boy.
Honestly, Luke never wants to let go of Michael, because he feels safer in his
arms already than he has felt in years. Michael smiles, holding him up with one
arm and unlocking the door with the other, carrying the boy into his small
apartment.
He closes the door, tossing his keys on the table next to it. He doesn't even
bother taking his shoes off, heading straight to the bathroom and setting Luke
down on the counter. He studies his face carefully, examining the cut on his
lip closely, deciding that it was nothing too serious.
When Michael pulls back, he's looking directly into Luke's eyes, noticing that
they're the most gorgeous blue colour he's ever seen. “Your eyes are
beautiful.” The words seem to tumble out of Michael's mouth, he didn't mean to
voice his thoughts out loud, but he also doesn't regret it when he sees the
blush that brings colour to Luke's pale cheeks.
Luke looks down shyly, peering up at Michael through his lashes once again.
Michael backs away, crouching down so that he can reach the cupboard under his
bathroom sink, pulling out the first-aid kit so he can attempt to clean Luke
up.
He grabs an alcohol wipe, opening the package carefully. He brings it up to
Luke's face slowly, “this is going to sting, I'm so sorry, but we don't want it
to get infected.” The blonde haired boy nods, taking a deep breath as Michael
touches the wipe to his lip gently.
Luke whimpers, “I'm sorry... It'll feel better once it's cleaned.” Michael
tries to be soothing, rubbing his hand up and down Luke's arm softly.
Luke is once again shocked at how much this boy seems to genuinely care about
his well-being. He is so thankful that out of all people, Michael found him
lying in that clearing, and he really believes that this boy might be exactly
the person he needs in order to turn his life around.
Michael leans in closer, grabbing Luke's chin in his fingers gently, pulling
his lower lip down with his thumb for better access. Once the blood is gone, he
sees that the cut isn't all that bad, but he still can't help the anger that
burns through him at the thought of someone hurting this poor boy.
He finishes up, tossing the wipe in the trash can beside the sink, and returns
the first aid kit to the cupboard. He grabs a wash cloth and reaches over Luke
to turn the tap on, soaking the cloth with nice warm water to wash the dirt and
grime off the fragile boy's face.
Luke sighs contently when the warm, damp cloth touches his face, feeling so
much better already. Michael brings the cloth across the boy's forehead
lightly, wiping it clean, making sure that he gets all the dirt off. He's extra
careful as he glides the cloth over the younger boy's bruised jaw, “ I'm almost
done.” He grabs Luke's hand with his free one and squeezes it, voice trailing
off as he concentrates on getting the last of the dirt off Luke's porcelain
skin.
Michael tosses the cloth on the ground gently, deciding that he can put it in
the hamper later. “Come on, let's get you some clean clothes.” He tugs on the
hand he's holding gently.
However, Michael turns to walk out and towards his bedroom, Luke pulls him
back. The blue haired boy turns around, confused until Luke stretches out his
arms, making grabby hands at the Michael. The older boy is certain that it's
simply not fair for one person to be so adorable, and it makes him feel warm
and fuzzy inside that Luke trusts him enough to want to be close to him,
regardless of the fact that they just met. He feels especially honoured because
Luke seems to have experienced a lot betrayal in the past, yet he still feels
like the other boy is already putting so much trust into Michael, like he's
known from the start that Michael has nothing but good intentions for the
younger boy.
Michael walks back over to where Luke is perched on the counter top, stepping
between his legs so that he can wrap them around his waist, his arms clinging
to Michael's neck tightly.
Luke sighs deeply, seemingly content as Michael lifts him of the counter
carefully, walking out of the bathroom, crossing the short distance into his
bedroom.
Once inside the room, Michael reaches for the light switch blindly, flicking it
on when he finds it. He walks over to the bed slowly, placing Luke down on it
and turning to grab the boy some fresh warm clothes. He scans his closet,
opting for a Green Day sweater and some plain black sweat pants. He passes by
his dresser too, grabbing clean socks to replace the muddy ones. He even picks
out some ridiculous underwear with burgers on them, hoping to make the blonde
boy smile.
He turns back to Luke once he's finished, handing him the pile of clothes and
flashing him a reassuring smile. “I'll leave the room so that you can get
dressed.” He steps away from the boy as he speaks, and when Luke looks up,
Michael is already out the door, shutting it carefully so that it doesn't make
a loud noise that might startle the younger boy.
Luke looks down at the clothes in his his hands, standing up slowly and peeling
his sweaty shirt off of his body. He examines the bruises scattered along his
torso, thankful that this is the worst of the damage, especially considering
the number of kicks that he received from his father.
Michael's clothes fall loosely on Luke's thin frame, but the feeling of being
swallowed up by one of Michael's sweaters is one that Luke enjoys.
He smiles when he sees the Green Day logo; they're one of his favourite bands
of all time. He glances at the door nervously, deciding to go find Michael so
that he knows Luke is finished getting dressed.
Oddly enough, even though he just met the boy, Luke feels like he can trust
him, and he even considers eventually talking to Michael. Although no one
seemed to care about what he had to say in the past, Luke can already tell that
Michael is different. The younger boy also feels like Michael deserves a full
explanation about his past, considering all that he's already done for him. He
decides to work towards opening up to Michael, taking this step-by-step until
he feels like the moment is right.
Luke steps out of Michael's room quietly, eyes scanning around the tiny
apartment. The bedroom is across from the bathroom that they were in
previously, and to the right is a small living room. The room has a black couch
leaning up against the wall shared with the bathroom, and a decent sized flat
screen tv sitting on a tv stand against the opposite wall. Luke walks into the
room slowly, turning his gaze to the wall directly to his right, where there is
a large shelf stacked full of CDs. He walks up to them, admiring Michael's
taste in music; it mirrors his own.
Luke runs his fingers over a Blink CD, jumping when he hears Michael's voice
coming from close behind him. “That one's my favourite,” Michael nods his head
towards the CD Luke was just touching.
Luke smiles at him shyly, glancing over to the left of the shelf and seeing a
guitar. Michael follows his gaze and smiles, “do you play?”
Luke's head turns at Michael's question, and he hesitates before nodding
slightly, biting his lip. Michael's eyes brighten instantly, and he wonders how
Luke can be this perfect. Music is the most important thing in his life, and
he's glad that it's something that he can share with Luke.
“Do you want me to play for you?” He grins at Luke a little shyly, which
confuses him because he's not usually a shy person, even if he chooses to be
anti-social. Luke's head shoots up, and he nods at Michael eagerly, a smile
forming on his face.
Michael grabs his guitar off the stand, taking a pick from the bowl on the
coffee table, motioning for Luke to come over and sit in front of him. Luke
sits criss cross on the floor, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his
chin in his hands, and the older boy grins at the way Luke's hands are lost in
the sleeves of his oversized sweater. Michael can't stop smiling, the blonde
boy just does the cutest things without even realizing it.
He clears his throat finally, strumming the opening to 'I Miss You' softly,
“Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the
morgue.” Michael's voice rings through the empty apartment, and Luke's jaw
drops, in awe of the boy's talent. His voice is perfect, in Luke's opinion. In
fact, he thinks it's his new favourite sound.
When the chorus comes around, Luke begins to hum along quietly, knowing the
lyrics of this song like the back of his hand. Michael's head shoots up, as the
mute boy's humming catches him off guard, but he just continues as if nothing
happened, smiling as he sings.
Michael finishes off the song softly, “I miss you, I miss you...” He looks at
the blonde haired boy as he strums the last chord, happiness bubbling in his
chest when he sees a wide, genuine smile on Luke's face. He could definitely
get used to having him around.
***** My Breathing Gets Faster and So Does my Heartbeat *****
Chapter Notes
     Title is from Nightmare by Set It Off. Let me know what you think in
     the comments? xx
Michael stood up from his spot on the couch, walking back to the guitar stand
and placing the instrument on it carefully. When he turns back around, he sees
the blonde boy stifle a yawn with the sleeves of his hoodie, and he decides
that it's time to go to bed; the younger boy must be completely drained.
He walks over to the linen closet, pulling out a blanket, which he then shakes
out and drapes over the couch. “I'll sleep on the couch, you can take my bed.”
He watches the hesitation come across Luke's face, but in the end, the blonde
boy decides not to argue; Michael would have insisted anyways.
Michael holds out his hand for Luke to take, and when he does, he pulls the
younger boy up so that he's back on his feet again. He leads him into his room,
pulling back the covers on his bed so that Luke can climb under them. Luke
cuddles up under the blankets, sighing contently at the way Michael's scent
clings to the fabric of the sheets. Michael squeezes his hand one last time
before he backs away, turning around and walking out the door quietly.
Once Michael is back in the living room he sighs in relief. He's so thankful
that he was the one to find this boy, and he shudders at the idea of someone
else finding him, someone who might not treat the blonde boy as well as he
would like to. Even worse is the idea of Luke's father finding him, just
thinking about it gives Michael the chills. He decides that he's going to make
sure that Luke's father never hurts him again, regardless of what it takes to
keep him safe.
The older boy glances at the clock, seeing that it's now approaching three in
the morning. He strips off his shirt and tight skinny jeans, tossing them
somewhere in the room mindlessly and sliding under the blanket on the couch,
thankful to finally be laying down after the long day that he had. He's so glad
that he doesn't have to work tomorrow, because he's not sure that he would be
able to handle another long shift with only a few hours of sleep.
Alex doesn't have many other employees at the moment, and he's struggling to
make ends meet with the restaurant. Michael owes so much to the older boy, he's
done so much for him over the past year, and he honestly loves Alex like a big
brother. The blue haired boy hopes that Alex can find some more employees soon,
because he would hate to see him lose the restaurant, he knows that it would
break the boy's heart.
Michael closes his eyes finally, attempting to quiet his restless mind. He
drifts off quickly after that, he exhaustion from the day finally catching up
to him.
...
It's several hours later when Michael stirs, blinking into consciousness
slowly. His mind is groggy, and he's confused as to why he woke up. It's then
that he hears the screams coming from his bedroom, and he shoots up
immediately, legs swinging off the bed, his bare feet touching the shaggy
carpet. He pauses for a minute, listening closely to make sure that he wasn't
just hearing things.
The noise starts up again, but this time it's loud sobs echoing through the
apartment. Michael rises to his feet immediately, rushing into his room to see
what has the younger boy so distressed.
He peers into the room carefully, not wanting to intrude, and what he sees
breaks his already shattered heart into even more pieces. Luke is thrashing
around in the bed, caught up in what appears to be a vicious nightmare. Michael
approaches the bed slowly, hesitating for a moment before reaching a hand out
and touching Luke's shoulder gingerly, giving it a gentle shake in an attempt
to wake the younger boy up.
Luke's eyes shoot open, and he sits up quickly, his breathing still loud and
panicked. He wraps his arms around his knees, burying his face into them and
sobbing uncontrollably once again. Michael can feel tears burning in the back
of his eyes at the thought that this boy can't even find peace in his sleep,
because although he's far away from his father, the images that the bastard has
drilled into Luke's head are still with him.
He sits down on the bed, pulling the younger boy into his arms. Luke finds
comfort in Michael's touch, immediately moving closer to the older boy. He sobs
into his chest, tears soaking Michael's skin. Michael rubs his back gently,
trying to calm the boy down and bring his breathing back to normal.
“It was just a dream, it wasn't real, I'm here now.” Michael continues to
whisper comforting words into the boy's soft blonde hair, pressing a kiss to
his head as he rocks them back and forth slowly. He waits as the boy's sobs
quiet down, his breathing eventually returning back to normal.
Michael kisses Luke's head once more, “alright, why don't we lay down now, I
can stay in here if you like?” Luke nods eagerly, thankful that the older boy
was with him to calm him down, it made the nightmare a lot more bearable than
they usually are.
Michael lays his body down and Luke follows, snuggling up to Michael's chest,
reaching for his hand. Michael smiles gently at the boy, grabbing the blanket
and pulling it over their bodies. He pulls Luke a little bit closer before
closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take over once again.
...
When Luke opens his eyes the next morning, the first thing he notices is the
way the sunlight pours through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating
Michael's face. He admires the blue haired boy's beauty, wondering how he ever
got so lucky. The kindness that Michael has shown him is something that Luke
can never repay him for.
Luke glances at the clock, seeing that it's already noon. He hasn't slept that
long in years, and honestly, he feels so much better now that he's well rested.
Michael stirs slightly, his eyes finally opening, his gaze immediately falling
on Luke. The blue eyed boy notices how pretty Michael's eyes are, a stunning
combination of several shades of green. He finds them captivating, deciding
that he would stare into them forever if he could.
Michael grins at the blonde boy, “morning sunshine.” The older boy's voice
comes out rough and raspy, and Luke can't get over how amazing his morning
voice sounds.
Michael turns on his back, stretching his arms above his head and tossing the
covers off of his body. Luke blushes when he realizes that the green eyed boy
is almost naked, save for a tight pair of black briefs. He failed to notice
this last night, too panicked to even think about anything else after his
chilling nightmare.
His nightmares are always far too vivid, and he shivers just thinking about how
real it felt when his father pushed him up against a wall, yelling about how
he's just a worthless faggot. Those are words that he's heard thousands of
times, but still every time he feels them cut deep; he doesn't think anyone
could ever get used to being called those kinds of names.
Michael's voice startles Luke out of his thoughts, and he instead focuses on
the beautiful boy in front of him. “Do you want to make pancakes? We can even
put chocolate chips in them?” Michael's cheeky smile has Luke grinning like a
fool, as if anyone would ever say no to the blue haired boy, he's far too
adorable to resist.
Luke stands up from the bed, following Michael into his small kitchen. Michael
saunters over to the cupboard, grabbing the pancake mix excitedly. As he
reaches up to the top shelf, Luke can't help but admire his body. He finds it
very distracting that Michael has chosen to just stay in his boxers, and he has
to force himself to look away before he gets caught staring.
The older boy presses play on a small radio, Green Day's American Idiot flowing
through the shitty speakers. He spins around to the fridge, grabbing out milk,
eggs, and chocolate chips. Michael assembles all the ingredients on the
counter, turning to Luke when he's finished, a proud smile on his face. Luke
can't help the smile that spreads across his face, the fact that Michael is
this excited over making pancakes is just so endearing.
The older boy turns to Luke, motioning for him to come over. “You're not going
to let me make these pancakes by myself, are you?” His tone is teasing, and
Luke shakes his head, walking over to him.
Michael shuffles past Luke, pulling a measuring cup out of the cupboard,
“welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alienation.” The blue haired
boy starts dancing really badly, making his way around the kitchen, coming up
with some of the most ridiculous dance moves Luke has ever seen.
He makes his way over to Luke,“dance with me?” Michael hold out his hand for
Luke to take, even going as far as giving him puppy dog eyes. The shy boy
hesitates at first, but then caves, deciding that it could be a lot of fun.
Luke was right, and as Michael spins him around room, he can't help the small
giggle that pushes past his lips. He knows he should probably be surprised, he
hasn't laughed since long before he stopped talking, but he's far too caught up
in the moment to pay any mind to it.
The giggly only encourages Michael, and he smiles proudly at the fact that
slowly but surely, he's breaking the fragile boy's shell. He's still concerned
about the boy's past, and he wants to know exactly what his father did in order
to traumatize the boy so much that he's even plagued by images of him in his
sleep. He hopes that one day Luke will tell him the whole story, and he also
hopes that his bastard of a father ends up in jail, because Michael can already
tell that he deserves it.
Regardless of how badly he wants to know these things, Michael knows not to
push the blonde boy. He wants him to feel completely comfortable, so he can
tell Michael because he wants to, not because he feels that he has to.
He clears his head of the worrying thoughts, focusing instead on the happy boy
in front of him. “Alright,” Michael smiles widely, pulling Luke back towards
the counter where the ingredients are, “let's get going on these pancakes.”
After 5 pancakes each and 3 whole Disney movies, Michael notices the sun
beginning to set, it's orange light pouring through the windows and giving the
room a soft glow. He worries about the fragile boy, knowing that he has an 8
hour shift to work the next day, meaning that they boy will be in Michael's
apartment all alone. The older boy hopes that if he leaves him with enough
movies to stay occupied he'll be okay.
***** Take a Breath and Let the Rest Come Easy *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! Sorry if these first few chapters haven't been all that
     exciting, I have big plans for this fic, and I want to make sure I
     set the setting well and don't rush the beginning so that the
     characters are all well developed and such. The next chapter is going
     to be a big one, so stay tuned ;). I'm going to try to write and post
     it tomorrow if i have time, if not I'll definitely have it up Monday.
     Anyways, I'm done rambling. (P.S. I'm sure that the restaurant name
     is already the name of many existing restaurants but that's why it's
     fanfiction. It was hard to find a rock themed name that wasn't
     taken.) Oh, and title is from Dear Maria Count Me In by All Time Low.
Michael wakes up with a smile on his face the next morning, admiring Luke's
sleeping form beside him. He grins when he thinks back to the night before, how
cute and shy Luke was when he asked Michael if he would sleep with him again,
even if he was just typing it out on his phone. Michael obviously obliged, more
than willing to do anything in his power to make the fragile boy more
comfortable.
He rises from the bed slowly, making his way out of the room. He doesn't want
to wake the boy from his peaceful slumber; he can tell that a good nights sleep
is not something the younger boy comes across often.
He rubs at the sleep in his eyes as he walks into the bathroom, cringing when
he turns the light on and it illuminates the room, far too bright at this time
in the morning. In all honestly, it probably wasn't even considered that early,
but for Michael, anything before 10:00am is absolutely dreadful.
He peers at his reflection, his green eyes look tired, but he still notices the
way they seem to twinkle with something unrecognizable to Michael. He briefly
wonders if the mysterious light in his eyes is simply due to the immense
happiness that he feels, as it is something that Michael hasn't felt in a long
time. In fact, the last time that Michael can recall being truly happy felt
even more distant that it actually was.
Despite the fact that his parents accident was only about a year ago, Michael
felt like it had been so much longer; he was a completely different person
then. The face that stared back at him now would have been unrecognizable to
the Michael that he was just a year ago; all dirty blonde hair and innocent
eyes, pale unmarked skin holding what seemed to be the permanent glow of
happiness. He thinks about how much things have changed as he examines his dyed
blue hair, the black eyebrow piercing a sharp contrast to his light skin, as
well as the ebony tattoos that are littered here and there.
Although the accident was tragic, breaking Michael's heart into so many pieces,
he likes to think that everything happens for a reason, and that maybe Luke was
the reason behind that event. If it wasn't for the accident, Michael would have
never found the clearing in which he first met Luke, and he knows that if he
wasn't there to save the blonde boy, things would not be looking up for Luke
right now.
Michael focuses back on the room in front of him, remembering that he has a job
to attend. He turns on the bathroom tap, splashing cold water over his face to
wake himself up. Sauntering back over to the bedroom, he grabs a random hoodie
and some jeans, changing into them as quietly as he can. He has a clean uniform
in a backpack that he takes to work, and honestly, Michael actually thinks that
his work uniforms are pretty cool. The shirts are just plain black t-shirts
with the restaurant's logo on the front, but the backs have different lyrics on
them from classic rock songs, since the restaurant is called the Rack and Roll
Cafe.
Michael is actually really glad that of all places he works there, they play
good music and a lot of cool people come in regularly. Music is the best way
for Michael to relate to someone, so having customers come through with good
music taste makes his life a lot easier.
After situating all his things for work, the blue haired boy stumbles over to
the coffee machine, eager to get some caffeine into his system so he feels less
like the living dead. He sets up the machine, putting the coffee and filter in
and pressing the start button. He sighs contently as the smell of coffee fills
the room, already feeling a bit better.
As the coffee brews Michael begins rummaging through the fridge, trying to find
some breakfast for him and Luke, wanting to make sure that the boy at least
gets some decent food before Michael leaves for his long shift. He decides on
eggs and bacon, grabbing the items out of the fridge and setting to work.
Once he's finished with his coffee finally in his hands, he glances at the
clock, seeing that it's already 10:15am. He starts his shift in 45 minutes, and
he knows that Alex won't be pleased if he shows up late.
He quietly makes his way back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed
gently, smiling softly at the peaceful look on Luke's face once more before
deciding that it's finally time to wake him up. He rubs the blonde boy's back,
“Luke, Lukeee.” Michael coos at the boy gently, the admiration in his voice
very clear. He wonders for a second if he should be scared by how fast he's
falling for the fragile blonde boy, but dismisses the thought just as quickly
as it appeared. Luke needs someone who he can learn to trust, someone who
deserves the trust and won't betray him, and Michael is determined to be that
person.
Luke blinks his beautiful blue eyes open slowly, grinning when he sees the
older boy sitting beside him. “Morning sunshine.” Michael's tone is far too
bright for the morning, and the fond smile is still on his face.
“I have to work soon, I really don't want to go, but unfortunately I need to
pay the bills somehow.” Michael sighs, reaching out to brush the younger boy's
cheekbone with his thumb, wishing he could make the disappointment on Luke's
face disappear. “I left some Disney movies out for you, and there's eggs and
bacon waiting on the table,” Michael can hear disappointment in his own voice;
He really doesn't want to leave the blonde boy.
Although disappointed, Luke nods slightly, letting Michael know that he
understands. Michael hates the look on the fragile boy's face, deciding that it
needs to be changed immediately. He leans in quickly, fingers dancing over
Luke's sides, tickling the boy playfully. Luke can't help the laughter that
bubbles up in his chest, spilling out of his mouth as he fights for breath,
laughing more than he thinks he ever has before.
Michael stops after a few seconds, not wanting to torture the blonde boy. He's
also laughing, happy just to see the blonde boy smiling and giggling so much.
“Alright, I have to leave now, but I'll be home around 7:00pm tonight, okay?”
Michael's tone is filled with longing, and he really wishes that he could stay
locked up in his apartment with the younger boy forever.
Luke sighs in defeat, nodding sadly. “I'll be back as soon as I can,” Michael
leans down, kissing Luke's forehead gently before standing up and leaving the
room, stopping in the doorway to give him one last smile. Luke can feel his
cheeks heating up from the kiss that Michael gave him, even if it was just a
smile goodbye kiss on his forehead. The older boy has already managed to make
Luke feel so wanted, and damn, is it a good feeling.
Michael pulls into the driveway of the restaurant with 10 minutes to spare
before his shift, feeling quite accomplished. He swings the door open, taking
in the familiar white and black tiles, red leather booths, and walls covered
with band posters and beautiful vinyls.
The blue haired boy is immediately greeted by Alex, “wow Mikey, nice to see
your lazy ass on time for once.” Michael grins, shoving the older brunette boy
lightly as he passes by him, heading to the office in the back. He slips out of
his clothes quickly, replacing them with his uniform. Today, the back of his
shirt has lyrics from Come As You Are by Nirvana.
He saunters back out to the front counter, tying his apron as he goes. He knows
that the Lunch rush will be coming soon. The restaurant isn't far from a local
college, and the students like to come grab a quick burger and milkshake
between classes. He stands beside Alex, leaning against the counter and staring
out the front window mindlessly.
“So, how was your day off? Oh and thanks again for closing up the other night
man, this week has been crazy,” Alex mumbles, his attention focused on some
paperwork in front of him. Michael hopes that this will keep him from realizing
that he's hiding something, because he knows that if Alex was paying full
attention he'd catch the younger boy in his lie right away.
“It was good... uneventful,” Michael almost laughs at the obvious lie, cringing
because he knows that Alex is going to realize something is up, even if he
wasn't watching the younger boy's face in order to see the dishonesty.
Alex pulls his head up from where it was bent down examining paperwork, a cocky
smirk plastered on his face. Michael wants to slap it right off, he sees that
expression on the older boy's face far too often. “Oh really? Uneventful?”
Alex's tone is taunting and Michael glares, annoyed that he literally can't let
anything slip past the boy, but also kind of relieved because he needs to tell
someone what happened, he feels like it will help him sort out his thoughts.
“Alright, alright. I'll tell you, but Alex?” The older boy looks at Michael
then, his face turning from teasing to serious when he hears the hesitation in
Michael's tone. “You have to really promise not to repeat any of what I'm
telling you, it's not something to poke fun at.” Michael looks into Alex's
eyes, seeing nothing but genuine concern in them.
“Of course buddy, what's running through that head of yours?” Alex turns to
Michael, waiting for him to continue, his mind racing with thoughts of what
could be wrong with the younger boy. Alex honestly loves Michael to pieces, he
literally thinks of him as his little brother, and it concerns him to hear that
something serious has caused Michael to look this worried.
Michael clears his throat, eyebrows pulling together in concentration as he
tries to think of the best way to approach this. He decides to just speak his
mind, knowing that once he's finished Alex will have some kind of advice for
him.
“Alright,” Michael starts off, wringing his fingers nervously. “So basically,
last night I went to the clearing...” Michael pauses again, looking up at Alex,
only to find the older boy nodding in understanding. Alex knew about this
place, knew that Michael went there as an escape from reality when the outside
world simply became too much for the blue haired boy to handle.
 
Michael cleared his throat, finally continuing, “well I was there after my last
shift, and when I got there there was this boy,” the blue haired boy takes a
deep breath before continuing on.“Honestly Alex, he looked so broken.” Michael
can feel the tears burning in his eyes, and he fights to keep his composure,
knowing that he needs to just get all of this out so he can sort through
everything calmly.
He risks a glance up at Alex, and sees the brunette's eyebrows drawn together
in concern. The older boy nods at Michael gently, encouraging him to continue
on. “He's mute, so I still haven't got the full story, but his father hits
him,” Michael chokes then, but continues on nonetheless, knowing that he needs
to get these words out.
“So I took him home, I had to.” Michael's gaze wanders back to the brunette
boy's eyes, and he closes his own as he speaks, “I think... I think im falling
in love with him. It's only been a couple of days, but I just feel like he was
silently screaming out for help when I found him. I want to try to fix him.”
Michael sighs once he's finished, glad to get that off his chest finally. Alex
smiles at him fondly, clearing his throat as he prepares to try and give the
younger boy reassurance. “Honestly Mikey, I know it sounds cliche and all, but
I can already tell how gone you are for him just by listening to you talk about
him. What you did, it probably saved this boy's life, and I'm sure that he
loves you too already.”
Michael looks up at Alex, grinning at him, “I hope so,” he mumbles, eyes
falling to the floor. His head shoots up when he hears the bell on the door go
off, signalling the start of lunch chaos. Alex winks at him before turning to
the customer who just walked up to the counter, and Michael can already tell
that this day is going to be a busy one.
...
Michael almost cries from happiness when he looks up from wiping down his last
table, seeing that his shift is finally over and he can go back home to Luke.
He rushes to the back, changing into his clothes faster than ever before,
calling a quick goodbye to Alex as he jogs past him and out the door. The older
boy watches Michael go, a huge smile on his face. He really thinks that this
could be a good thing for Michael, that this mute boy is exactly what he needs
in order to mend his broken heart.
***** I Can't Drown my Demons They Know How to Swim *****
Chapter Notes
     I really hope that this chapter is good, please let me know your
     thoughts when you finish reading it? I would really like feedback on
     this one because I'm nervous about it. (title is from Can You Feel My
     Heart by Bring Me The Horizon) ALSO, there is a mention of self harm,
     so if you are easily triggered, please don't read it. Stay safe and
     stay strong. xx
Luke is curled up on Michael's couch, snuggled into the blanket that he is
currently wrapped up in, the same one that Michael had abandoned a couple
nights ago when he was sleeping on the couch.
He inhales deeply, the older boy's scent keeping Luke calm, and he decides that
it's a mixture of mint and the leather smell that always clings to the older
boy even if he isn't wearing his leather jacket.
Luke jumps out of his thoughts when he hears the door handle rattling, perking
up when he realizes that the blue haired boy is finally home.
When Michael gets the door open he sighs gratefully, thankful to be back in his
cozy apartment for the night. He doesn't even see the blonde boy on the couch
when he walks through the door, so he's startled when Luke suddenly launches
himself into the older boy's arms, stumbling back a little. “Hey Lukey,”
Michael chuckles softly, burying his face in the boy's soft blonde locks.
The younger boy's body is radiating waves of 'I missed you' as he buries his
face in Michael's chest, even if he doesn't say it aloud. Michael picks him up
gently, carrying them over to the couch so they can cuddle up there.
Once they're situated under the warm blanket, Michael on his back and Luke
sprawled out on top of him, the younger boy sighs contently, seemingly pleased.
“How was your day, babe?” Michael questions softly, hoping that the younger boy
wasn't too lonely here without him.
Luke hesitates before shrugging sadly, and he doesn't need to tell Michael that
he wishes that he was here, the older boy can already tell as he gazes into
those ocean blue eyes. “Well I'm here now,” Michael mumbles, instinctively
pulling the blonde boy closer.
The two boys remain there for a while, just enjoying each others presence,
before Michael finally speaks up. “I need to shower, and I bet that you would
like one too, right? It might make you feel better to be nice and clean,”
Michael speaks softly, not wanting to disturb the calm air surrounding them.
For some reason, he thinks he may have felt Luke flinch at the mention of a
shower, but he dismisses it, writing it off as him just worrying too much about
the blonde boy.
Michael untangles himself from Luke grudgingly, annoyed at the fact that
showering means more time away from the blonde boy, even if it's simply a few
minutes. This makes Michael realize yet again just how gone he already is for
the blue eyed boy, but he's so beyond caring. He kisses the younger boy's
forehead gently before giving his hand a squeeze and heading off to the
bathroom.
Once he gets in the bathroom he turns on the water right away, letting it warm
up as he strips out of his clothes. He steps in carefully, sighing when the hot
water hits the tense muscles in his back, relaxing them immediately. He hums
absentmindedly as he washes his body, making sure to rub at his back muscles as
he washes it, loosening them further.
When he finishes his body, the blue haired boy grabs his shampoo, which is
ridiculously expensive but worth it because it makes his dye last longer. He
scrubs at his scalp, watching as the blue suds swirl down the drain. Double
checking that he got all the colourful suds out, Michael shuts off the water,
grabbing a towel and drying himself off. He wraps the towel around his waist
and opens the door, padding to his room to grab some clean clothes.
The older boy just finishes pulling an old t-shirt over his head when Luke
enters the room, and he smiles at the blonde boy gently. “You can go shower
now, there's some towels in the cabinet under the sink. Oh, and you can grab
clean clothes from my closet, take whatever you want,” Michael rambles, wanting
to make sure that the blonde boy has everything that he needs before he gets in
the shower.
Luke nods slightly, grabbing some fresh clothes from Michael's closet as the
older boy lounges on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. He
slips out of the room and into the bathroom, noting how the room is still warm
from the other boy's shower, the air smelling strongly of the mint scent that
Luke always smells on Michael.
Luke glances at the bathtub nervously, the awful memories of his past already
threatening to break through the fragile barriers that the broken boy has
attempted to put up in his mind. He almost wants to laugh when he steps back
and looks at the situation; he is literally scared of a fucking bathtub. He
finally just sighs, deciding that everything should be fine if he just gets in
and out quickly.
Luke turns on the water carefully, stepping out of his clothes and only
hesitating a little before he just gets in, eager to be finished. As the blonde
boy stands under the warm spray of the shower, his mind wanders back to that
day. He shivers as he remembers the sheer panic running through his veins when
he received the text message from Niall 'thank you for all that you've done
Luke. This isn't your fault. I love you.'
He remembers the way his lungs burned as he ran faster than he ever had,
knowing that he needed to get to Niall's house immediately, and the nausea that
overtook him when he finally arrived. Luke found him in the bathtub, halfway
full with water that was slowly turning crimson as the blood leaked out of
Niall's wrists steadily.
Luke shakes his head, pulling himself out of those thoughts quickly, trying to
push them aside so he can finish his shower. He manages to wash his body
without a problem, and it feels good to be clean again, just like Michael said.
The problem comes when Luke bends down to grab the shampoo, accidentally
looking at the water as it swirls down the drain. Except that Luke doesn't see
water, he sees blood, as real as it was that day. He starts panicking, his eyes
looking around frantically, seeing blood covering the entire bathtub. Even the
water that continues to pulse out from the shower head is a sickly crimson
colour, and Luke can hear sirens, just like he did as the ambulances arrived to
take Niall's cold, dead body away.
The blonde boy begins having a full blown panic attack, air coming in gasping
breaths as he curls up in the fetal position, covering his ears in an attempt
to block out the sound of sirens. He can't see any of his surroundings,
completely blinded by the memories of that day.
When Michael hears screams coming from the bathroom, he sits up from his
position on the bed immediately, panick blossoming in his chest. The blue
haired boy is shocked when he hears his own name being shouted, sounding raw
and desperate, “Michael! Michael, please...”
The blue haired boy jumps off the bed, racing to the bathroom, breath hitching
in his throat as all the possibilities of what could be wrong run through his
head. It doesn't even register that Luke is talking, saying Michael's name of
all things, the older boy is simply too panicked to even realize the importance
of that at the moment.
He bursts into the room, eyes darting around urgently. Michael finds Luke
curled up in a ball on the floor of the bathtub, the shower still running. The
blonde boy has his hands over his ears, and he's shouting at Michael, “make it
stop! Please make it stop...” Luke whimpers, looking extremely vulnerable
curled up on the shower floor.
The shouting alerts Michael, and the older boy immediately pushes the worrying
thoughts aside, deciding that he'll have plenty of time for them later. For
now, he reaches over Luke quickly, turning off the water which has now gone
cold, if the chattering of the fragile boy's teeth is any indication. He wraps
the younger boy up in a big, fluffy towel, wanting him to feel less exposed.
Michael pulls the panicked boy into his lap, rocking them back and worth and
humming a soothing tune as he attempts to calm him down.
Luke relaxes into Michael's touch immediately, wrapping his arms around the
older boy's neck, finding comfort in his presence. He listens to the sweet
nothings the older boy whispers to him, “it's alright Lukey, you're safe. Copy
my breathing, okay? In and out,” Michael just keeps mumbling to the blonde boy,
stroking his back softly.
Eventually, after copying Michael's breathing for a couple minutes, Luke's
lungs stop burning for oxygen, and he lets his body slump against the older
boy's, completely exhausted.
As they sit there on the cold bathroom tiles, Luke clinging to Michael for dear
life, it hits the older boy. Luke actually talked. Even if he was completely
distressed, he stilled talked to Michael, and that was a big step.
Although his eyes widen at the realization, he decides that making a big deal
of it will only make the blonde boy nervous, so he opts for simply asking Luke
what was wrong and seeing if the blonde boy will respond.
“What happened, Lukey?” Michael holds his breath after he speaks, closing his
eyes and silently praying that the talking wasn't a one time thing in a moment
of urgency.
“C-can we t-talk about it later?” Luke's voice is so small, muffled by the soft
fabric of Michael's old t-shirt. Michael thinks he could cry from relief when
he hears the younger boy speak again, and he's quick to agree, “of course, why
don't I wash your hair in the sink for you? Then we can get you into some warm
clothes and snuggle in bed?”
Michael can tell that Luke didn't get to washing his hair, the strong scent of
Michael's mint shampoo absent from the younger boy's hair, which was currently
tickling Michael's face. “O-okay...” Luke's reply is shaky, but Michael is
honestly so relieved to be hearing the fragile boy talk that he could care
less.
“Okay,” Michael begins as it gently untangles himself from the blonde boy,
making sure Luke has a firm hold on the towel around his waist before helping
him up. “I'll be right back, okay?” he tells Luke gently, brushing his damp
hair out of his forehead and placing a kiss there before he turns around,
walking out of the room quickly.
Michael grabs some sweats from his closet, not even looking at which ones he
picks. He briefly wonders if Luke already has sweats in the bathroom, but
simply shrugs it off, taking the pants with him anyways. He then rushes into
the kitchen, taking one of the chairs for Luke to sit on in front of the
bathroom sink while he washes the boy's golden locks.
Luke looks up as Michael reenters the bathroom, watching as the older boy sets
down the chair, handing the sweat pants to Luke. “I'll turn around while you
put them on,” Michael smirks, making a show of turning around and covering his
eyes playfully.
Luke rolls his own ocean blue eyes, even if the other boy can't see him. He
slips into the sweat pants carefully, feeling a lot better now that he has them
on. “You can turn now,” he says shyly, staring as his pale, bare feet, looking
up at Michael through thick blonde lashes.
The blue haired boy smiles at Luke widely, gesturing for him to sit in the
chair he had previously set down. Once the blonde boy was situated comfortably,
his head tipped back so that Michael could wet his hair over the sink, the
older boy set to work.
He turned the tap on so that it was nice and warm, but not to the point where
it would be uncomfortable for the younger boy. He grabbed the plastic cup that
he kept by the sink, filling it with the nice warm water, pouring it over the
boy's golden locks carefully. He ran his fingers through the soft, damp hair,
and once he was satisfied that all the strands were wet, he bent over Luke to
grab the shampoo.
Luke watched the older boy as he popped the lid on the shampoo bottle, pouring
some of the minty green liquid into his hands. The blue eyed boy couldn't help
the smile that spread across his face as the scent of the shampoo wafted over
to him, the minty smell that always clings to Michael is distinct in the air
now, and it is obvious that the shampoo is responsible for it.
Luke sighs as Michael brings his fingers to the younger boy's hair, gently
massaging his scalp as he rubs the shampoo in. He takes his time, making sure
to clean the blonde strands thoroughly before reaching for the same plastic
cup, this time to rinse it.
Michael brings the hand that isn't holding the cup up to Luke's face, using it
to shield the boy's eyes as he rinses his hair, the minty suds washing down the
drain. Once he's finished, he grabs another towel and dries Luke's hair gently,
trying to soak up as much water as he can.
After he's done with the drying, Michael looks down at Luke softly, only to
find that the blonde boy is already looking up at him, fondness clear in his
eyes. “Thank you, Michael. N-not just for this, for everything. Just in the
last couple of days, you've made me feel more wanted than I ever have
before...” Luke's voice is shaky, and Michael watches as the younger boy's lip
quivers.
The older boy pulls Luke up into his arms, holding him close as he speaks
softly, “you deserve to feel wanted, Lukey. Fuck all those people who have hurt
you in the past, you didn't deserve any of that.” Michael rubs Luke's bare back
gently, dropping a kiss on his damp hair before he continues on, “I just hope
that you can trust me enough to talk about what happened, so we can be sure
that your father, and no one else for that matter, can ever lay a hand on you
again.”
Luke wants to cry at the sheer determination in the blue haired boy's voice,
and he knows that everything that is coming out of his mouth is completely
sincere. He just doesn't understand what he did to deserve someone like Michael
in his life, but regardless, he's extremely grateful that the older boy is here
now.
“Of course I trust you, Mikey,” the blonde boy speaks so quietly that Michael
would have missed it if he wasn't listening so closely, but he's glad that he
does hear it, because an overwhelming amount of fondness rushes over him at the
nick name that the younger boy gave him.
“Alright then, why don't we curl up under the duvet in bed and just talk for a
little bit? You don't have to tell me everything, but maybe we can start with
whatever happened in the shower?” Michael suggests this softly, not wanting the
fragile boy to feel pressured in any way, but still extremely concerned for the
boy. Whatever happened back there, Michael knew that it was caused by something
extremely traumatizing, and he thought that it might do Luke good to talk about
it.
He feels the blonde boy nod softly, so he picks him up gently and carries him
to the bedroom, unsure of what to expect from their upcoming conversation, but
intrigued to be finally learning about the younger boy's past. He just hopes
that he'll be able to help the boy overcome his demons, because he knows far
too well how hard it can be to battle them, especially when they're really
determined to fight back.
***** I'm Gonna Break Down These Walls, I Built Around Myself *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter was emotional to write, good luck ;). xx (title is from
     Walls by All Time Low.) There is a mention of self harm in this
     chapter as well, if it might trigger you, please don't read. Stay
     strong, love yourselves. xx
Once the two boys are situated in bed, curled up under Michael's black duvet,
lying on their sides facing each other, Luke decides that he might as well
begin the conversation. He takes a deep, steadying breath, and when he looks
into Michael's beautiful green eyes, he sees nothing but reassurance. He knows
that he can tell Michael anything, that he won't ever judge him for any of his
past experiences. He's also confident that the older boy will be able to help
him work through his issues, so that he can feel whole again.
As scary as it is, the blonde boy can feel himself quickly falling for Michael,
which honestly shouldn't be surprising to anyone who has spent more than 5
minutes with the blue haired boy; Michael is such a special person, and he's
very easy to love, Luke thinks.
As he looks up into Michael's eyes once again, he sees something in the boy's
emerald irises that he thinks, he hopes, might be the beginning stages of love;
he exhales heavily when he realizes that Michael might just be falling for him
too.
Luke finally decides then that the older boy has been waiting long enough to
hear some kind of explanation about his past, “o-okay... I'm just going to spit
all this out now, and we can talk about it when I'm done? I honestly don't
think I'll be able to continue if I don't just say it all at once...” Luke
closes his eyes, shuddering as the memories invade his mind once again.
“Of course, I only want you to do what you're comfortable with, babe,” Michael
speaks with so much sincerity, Luke wonders yet again what he did to deserve
his kindness.
Michael takes the one of the younger boy's hands in his, lacing their fingers
together, waiting patiently for him to continue. “So I met Niall when we were
in kindergarten, and he lived down the road from me so we were always together,
inseparable even...”
Michael can feel dread twisting in his stomach, just by watching the agony on
Luke's face, it's almost like he can feel the blonde boy's pain seeping into
his skin through their interlocked hands. The younger boy's ocean blue eyes
hold a distant look, as if he's not even seeing Michael in front of him, his
mind completely overrun by the haunting images of his past.
“We didn't live in a very nice area... most of the people there were drunks...
so once we got older, me and Niall grew even closer through the mutual
understanding of what it was like to have drunk parents. Well, in my case it
was just my dad, but the story about my parents can be left for another day...”
Luke's voice is surprisingly steady, but completely cold, as if he flipped a
switch inside him that shut off all his emotions.
Michael nodded reassuringly, not wanting the fragile boy to feel overwhelmed,
one story is enough for today. With that, Luke continued, “despite that fact
that we understood each other, and that we didn't have to go through it alone,
it was still wearing down on us, but in different ways...” Luke bit his lip
harshly, taking another keep breath.
“I guess I developed anxiety, awkward around anyone besides Niall, jumpy all
the time, panic attacks here and there... but Niall, Niall was depressed...
really depressed. My dad had always beat me, but not nearly as bad as Niall's
parents beat him... Well, up until Niall's death it wasn't as bad...” Luke was
completely off in his own world, and Michael just let him go on, knowing that
Luke needed to talk about this to get it off his chest.
“But Mikey, he endured that level of beating for years, and you saw how I was
after just a few months. His life was quite literally a living hell, and he
hated every second of it.” Michael felt like he was going to be sick, his blood
was boiling again, and he mentally added Niall's parents to the list of people
he wanted to murder, right next to Luke's sorry excuse of a father.
“I worried about Niall a lot, I knew that he self harmed, he hated himself for
being gay, hated that he was a d-disappointment to his parents...” There were
tears streaming down Luke's face steadily now, but Michael knew better than to
touch him, he wanted the boy to be able to finish his story before he broke
down completely.
“Eventually he got really bad, and I didn't know what to do to help him. He
kept telling me he was fine, trying to reassure me, but I k-knew he wasn't. I
got a text from him, a fucking text as a goodbye.” Luke let out a humourless
chuckle, taking in another shaky breath.
“I ran to his house... and I found him in the bathtub, wrists slashed, and
God... there was blood everywhere.” Luke shivered violently, closing his eyes
tightly, trying to fight against the images that were pushing their way into
his mind once again.
“The sirens were deafening, and now every time I see a bathtub my mind goes
back to that day. All the water turns to blood and I hear the sirens, the
pounding footsteps of the paramedics... Some days it's worse than others, but I
honestly hate showering now...” Luke concludes, sighing with relief at the fact
that he's finally done.
He decides that it actually feels pretty good to have confided in Michael, and
he knows that it will bring them closer now that he's talking to the older boy.
Michael takes a deep, shaky breath, trying really hard to blink back tears,
“I'm so sorry that you had to go through that, Lukey, no one deserves that kind
of pain, especially someone as beautiful as you...” Michael feels a tear
escape, sliding down his face slowly, and it seems to set the younger boy off,
because suddenly he's clinging onto Michael, burying his face in the older
boy's chest to muffle his sobs.
Michael wraps his arms around Luke tightly, hiding his face in the blonde boy's
neck, his hot tears soaking the skin there. “You're going to be okay Lukey,
you're safe now,” Michael's voice is thick with tears, and he lets out his own
strangled sob.
Luke nods his head against Michael's chest, “I know,” he says confidently, like
he doesn't doubt for a second that Michael is going to protect him, and Michael
feels his heart squeeze in his chest.
Michael pulls back slightly, looking into Luke's eyes. The ocean eyed boy
stares back, his blue irises shining with trust and fondness. Michael brings
his thumb up to the boy's cheek, wiping what's left of his tears, thinking back
to the first time he did this in the clearing.
When he looks back into the younger boy's eyes, he sees them flicker down to
his lips, before they return back up to meet his own. Michael leans in slowly,
not wanting to frighten the younger boy, giving him a chance to pull away if
that's what he wants.
When their lips touch, a warm feeling spreads through Michael's chest. He slots
their lips together gently, moving his mouth against Luke's slowly, cradling
the back of the blonde boy's head in his hand.
When they finally pull away, smiling at each other brightly, Michael decides
that kissing Luke feels like coming home after a long time away, like picking
up his guitar after weeks of abandoning it, or laying in bed after he puts down
fresh sheets. It's comfortable, and in that moment, Michael knows that he would
like to kiss Luke for the rest of his life, if he'll let him.
***** I Wanna Fly and Put Back All the Pieces of This Broken Heart Tonight
*****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter wasn't that exciting, but it's kind of a filler. I hope
     you enjoyed regardless! (title is from Fly by Sleeping With Sirens,
     and if you haven't checked out their new album Madness you really
     should because it's amazing.) xx
When Luke blinks his eyes open the next morning he feels warm, too warm, and it
takes his mind, sluggish from sleep, a couple minutes to catch up and remember
the night before. That's when he realizes that he's warm because his body is
completely wrapped around Michael's, their legs tangled together, Michael's arm
heavy around his waist, warm breath fanning over his neck.
Luke smiles, snuggling back into the older boy's warmth. Michael stirs at this,
rubbing his cold nose on the back of the blonde boy's neck, sighing contently.
He presses a sweet kiss there, “morning sunshine,” he tightens his arm around
Luke's waist, bringing the blonde boy impossibly closer.
Luke turns around in Michael's arms, beaming at the green eyed boy brightly,
“morning.” Michael can't resist grinning back, leaning in and pressing his lips
to the blonde boy's, smiling into the kiss.
Michael glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table and frowns, worried
about leaving the blonde boy alone all day while he goes to work, he's sure
that it's really boring for the younger boy to sit in his empty apartment all
day by himself.
He sighs heavily “I have to work again today,” he tells the blonde boy, who
pouts at him sadly. Michael feels his heart squeeze, but not in a good way this
time. He tries to think of a solution, knowing that it would be really shitty
to continue leaving the boy alone for hours every day, because it wasn't often
that the older boy got days off with how tight things are at the restaurant
right now.
“I hate being here alone...” Luke says, looking up at Michael through his
eyelashes shyly.
As Michael looks into his sad, ocean blue eyes, he has an idea. “Well... Maybe
you could just come to work with me? Hangout in the restaurant with me and
Alex? He's a really cool guy, he won't mind at all.” Michael smiles at the
younger boy hopefully, liking the idea of having Luke to keep him company at
work. It would also be nice to have the blonde boy with him, because he worries
a lot about leaving him without protection, never knowing what could happen
with his father.
The younger boy looks up at Michael then, and a flash of hesitation crosses his
eyes, but then he's nodding slowly, “o-okay...” he decides finally, a small
smile on his face. Michael grins, “don't feel like you have to talk to Alex or
anyone else just because you did to me, but I think you're really going to like
him,” Michael smiles widely, excitement evident on his face.
The older boy gets out of bed then, “okay, I'm going to make breakfast and you
can get dressed, wear whatever you want. Then we can head out, because my shift
starts in an hour.” Michael speaks as he throws on some black skinny jeans,
pulling a Pierce the Veil shirt over his head. “Okay, thanks Mikey.” Luke gets
out of bed then too, stretching when he stands up.
Michael leaves the room and Luke looks down at the crumpled t-shirt and boxers
that he wore to bed, deciding to start rummaging through the blue haired boy's
closet, thankful that he dresses the same way Luke does so he can find things
he likes. He pulls out a pair of black skinny jeans, slipping them on and then
grabbing a Nirvana shirt, shrugging and pulling that on too.
Michael pads into the kitchen, and after one look at how empty his fridge is,
he decides on simply pouring bowls of cereal for Luke and himself. As the older
boy sets the bowls on the table, Luke walks into the kitchen shyly, hovering in
the doorway.
Michael can't keep his eyes from scanning over Luke slowly, taking in the
blonde boy's long legs. The way Michael's jeans are just a little bit too
short, exposing a couple inches of pale, creamy skin. The older boy walks over
to him then, grabbing his hand and leaning in, pressing a kiss to his burning
cheek, then another to the corner of his mouth. “You look so fucking cute in my
clothes,” Michael smiles at the way the younger boy's cheeks only seem to turn
a darker shade of red at his words.
“Come on,” the blue haired boy tugs on his hand gently then, leading him to the
table, “let's eat so we can get out of here.” He sits down in his spot then,
shoving some Lucky Charms into his mouth and smiling around his spoon at the
way the Luke's blue eyes light up with excitement when he sees the colourful
marshmallows in his bowl.
...
As they pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, Michael feel the
apprehension, it seems to be rolling off Luke in waves. He reaches for the
blonde boy's hand after he puts the car in park, giving it a reassuring
squeeze, “You'll be fine, Lukey. Try not to worry too much, I already told Alex
about you, and I'm positive that he's going to love you.”
Luke still seems hesitant as Michael opens his door, getting out coming around
to the passenger side, opening that door and helping Luke out of the car. “He
would be crazy not to,” the older boy adds, grinning when a smile appears on
the younger boy's face at his words.
When they reach the doors, Luke takes a deep breath, trying to calm the
butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He just hopes that he makes a
good impression on Alex, he knows how important the restaurant owner is to
Michael.
Luke is pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a bell chiming as Michael
pushes open the door. Luke's gaze flickers around nervously, taking in the
black and white tiles and red booths, smiling at all the rock posters and
vinyls on the walls; he could definitely get used to this place. He doesn't get
to admire the decor for long, however, because suddenly an unfamiliar voice is
cutting through his thoughts, “Mikey! Look at you, actually on time and shit.
Shall I mark this day on my calendar? It probably won't happen again for a
while,” Luke decides that this must be Alex talking, his tone sarcastic but
fond.
He looks around, spotting the man behind the counter, a mischevious glint in
his brown eyes. He has messy brown hair, complete with a fringe which falls
right above his eyes, and Luke decides that he actually looks like a pretty
cool guy.
He hops over the counter then, coming over to the two boys and pulling Michael
in for a hug. The blue haired boy giggles, returning the hug and slapping Alex
on the back playfully before pulling away. “Alex, this is Luke. I told him he
could hang out here with us while I work?” Michael says that like a question,
hoping that he isn't overstepping any boundaries by bringing Luke to work with
him. His worries die quickly, however, when Alex replies with a “hell yeah, we
could always use the company, it's been a pretty boring day so far.”
Michael breathes a sigh of relief, nodding gratefully. Alex turns his attention
to Luke then, “It's nice to meet you, Luke, Michael here wouldn't shut up about
you yesterday.” Alex gestures to a blushing Michael, smirking. “I'm glad that
you're here so I don't have to listen to him going on and on for his entire
shift again,” the brunette winks playfully then, wanting the younger boy to
know that he was teasing.
“Hey!” Michael shouts, looking at Alex with mock offense, punching him lightly
on the arm. Luke smiles at this, it makes him happy to see how easily Michael
interacts with Alex, and with that Luke decides that he can trust the older
brunette boy, if Michael seems to be so fond of him. “It's nice to meet you,”
Luke says quietly, almost inaudibly, but the look of surprise that quickly
flashes across Alex and Michael's faces tells him that they heard.
He holds out his hand after his introduction, not know what to say, trying to
be polite. Once the shock dissolves from his face, Alex takes one look down at
Luke's outstretched hand before shaking his head quickly and pulling the blonde
boy into a hug instead. “We don't do the hand shaking thing here,” the brunette
says, his tone teasing, “it's nice to meet you too, Lukey.”
Luke stiffens at first, not used to physical displays of affection, but then he
relaxes into Alex's arms, hugging the older boy back softly before letting go.
Michael smiles at the brightly, fondness shining in his green eyes, “alright,
I'm going to put my uniform on,” the blue haired boy makes his way into the
back room then, relief flooding through him. He knew that Luke and Alex would
get along, but now that he knows this for sure he feels like a weight has been
lifted off his shoulders.
When he emerges from the back room, clad in his work clothes once again, he
smiles as he finds Luke and Alex sitting at a table talking quietly, Luke
smiling at something Alex has said. He pops into the kitchen then, making sure
that the cooks have everything ready for the lunch rush that should be starting
any minute now.
Even as the college students begin filing in and orders become overwhelming,
Michael can't help but feel lighter than he has in years, and it's an amazing
feeling.
...
Michael's shift seemed to fly by in no time, and he decides that he has never
had more fun at work in his life. Alex, Luke, and him got into a giant whipped
cream fight, which started when Michael found a spray bottle of whipped cream
by the ice cream supplies and decided it would be a good idea to spray the
older brunette with it. They ended up sorting out their differences and teaming
up to go attack an unsuspecting Luke, who was busy scrubbing dishes in the back
room as the older boys were supposed to be cleaning up the tables.
They also did some mean shredding on the air guitar when Smells Like Teen
Spirit came on the loudspeaker, breaking into fits of hysterical giggles as how
ridiculous they all looked, and honestly, Michael felt like he was on cloud
nine.
Luke smiles as the two younger boys leave, turning to Alex, “thanks for letting
me hang out here today, it was a lot of fun.” Luke hopes his gratitude shows in
his tone of voice, and he thinks that it does when the brunette grins, “It's no
problem, honestly Lukey. Your help made the rush a lot easier than it usually
is.” The blonde boy nods at that, turning to leave once again, but the sound of
Alex's voice makes him turn back around, “I was actually wondering, would you
like a job here as well? I'm short on employees right now, and we could really
use the help,” the oldest boy looks up from the table he was cleaning then,
wanting to gauge Luke's reaction.
Alex sees the hesitation burning in Luke's eyes, and he's quick to reassure the
younger boy, “you don't have to talk to any customers unless you want to, you
can do exactly what you did today, cleaning tables and washing dishes, stuff
like that. I'll make sure you always work at the same time as Mikey too, I know
you'll want to be with him.” Alex smiles at Luke gently, and the hesitation
seems to slowly fade from his eyes, “Okay,” the blonde boy agrees finally,
nodding his head slowly.
“Perfect!” Alex smiles widely then, going back to washing the table top as
Michael and Luke make their way back to the older boy's car. Michael feels
excitement bubbling in his stomach as he sits in his seat; he loves the idea of
having Luke work with him. This way, he never has to worry about the younger
boy being alone, and he also thinks it will help bring Luke out of his shell.
This will be a good thing for both of them, he thinks.
As he pulls out of the parking lot to head home, hand intertwined with Luke's
as he drives, Michael feels like for once, things are going right for him.
***** Take Off Your Shirt Your Shoes, Those Skinny Jeans I Bought For You *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is basically entirely smut and I'm honestly not sorry at
     all ;). I hope you guys enjoy! xx (title is from Walls by All Time
     Low)
As Michael takes the key of of the ignition, effectively silencing the music
that was previously playing, he turns to Luke. “ I had a lot of fun today,
Lukey. I'm really excited to have you working with us now,” he grins at the
blonde boy, squeezing his hand affectionately.
Luke smiles widely in return, “Thank you so much Mikey, I hope you know how
much everything you've done for me means. I had more fun today with you and
Alex working than I think I ever have before, and I'm honestly so lucky to have
met you.” Michael's heart swells in his chest at that, and Luke looks up at him
shyly, a light blush dusting over his cheeks when he realizes the weight his
words. The younger boy didn't mean for it to get so serious, he just wanted
Michael to know how much he appreciates everything he's done for him.
Michael doesn't even know how to reply, rendered speechless by the blonde's
statement. Instead he just leans over the center console, slotting their lips
together carefully. His hand finds it's way to the base of Luke's neck, fingers
brushing through the tuffs of blonde hair there, admiring how they had begun to
curl.
The kiss goes from innocent to heated very quickly, and Michael can't resist
running his tongue across the younger boy's bottom lip, encouraging him to open
up his mouth. When Luke doesn't open up right away, the older boy nibbles on
his lip gently, causing him to gasp in shock, allowing Michael's tongue to slip
into his mouth. As their tongues slide together, hot and wet, the blonde boy
shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around Michael's middle and running his
fingers up and down the older boy's spine.
Michael goes to pull the blonde boy even closer, before he realizes that the
center console is preventing that, forcing the boys to keep far too much space
between them. The blue haired boy doesn't like that, not at all. He pulls away
aburbtly, both boys gasping for air once their lips are separated, “upstairs?”
Michael manages to breathe out, still fightiing to get enough oxygen into his
lungs. Luke nods eagerly, already reaching for the door handle.
As soon as both boys are out, Michael immediately grabs Luke by the waist,
pulling him in for a searing kiss. Their bodies are pressed up against each
other completely, not even an inch of space between them as Michael pulls his
mouth away from Luke's, only to move on to his jaw, leaving a trail of hot,
open mouthed kisses there, continuing down his neck when the younger boy hums
in approval.
He decides then that they need to get into his apartment, now, so he pulls back
from the blonde boy slightly, his lips brushing Michael's own as the older boy
speaks, “jump.” Michael notices how his voice is much deeper and rougher than
usual, and he almost wants to laugh at how fucked out he sounds already.
Luke complies, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Michael's waist, sucking
on the older boy's neck lightly and he stumbles up the stairs, fishing his keys
out of his back pocket. He fumbles with them for a moment, and he can feel Luke
smirking against his neck. He sighs gratefully once he finally gets the keys
into the door, swinging it open and tripping inside.
He shuts the door firmly, and once it's closed, he pushes Luke's back against
it, attacking his neck with his lips. He's sure that the younger boy left a
bruise on his neck when he was distracting Michael earlier, and the older boy
decides that he's going to do the same, it's only fair after all. He searches
around the creamy expanse of Luke's neck, stopping when he finds the spot that
makes the blonde boy moan quietly.
Michael licks at Luke's sweet spot, letting his teeth graze across the skin
there, smirking when it elicits another soft moan from the blonde haired boy.
He begins sucking harshly, biting down gently until he has the blue eyed boy
writhing beneath him. He pulls away then, looking into Luke's eyes, his pupils
blown so wide that Michael can barely see the shocking blue of the boy's
irises.
The blue haired boy is worried about pushing Luke, he doesn't want to take
advantage of the younger boy by any means. “What do you want,” Michael asks
carefully, pressing a kiss to Luke's cheek, then the corner of his mouth,
before slotting their lips together once again and licking his way into the
blonde boy's mouth. Luke pulls away breathlessly, and the look that he gives
Michael is innocent, which is a sharp contrast to their current situation.
“I-I've, umm, never done this before,” the younger boy says shakily, looking up
into Michael's eyes, which were probably blown just as wide as his own. “We
don't have to -” Michael starts, but he's cut off by Luke's lips, then the
blonde haired boy is pulling back and reassuring him, “No, Mikey. I want to do
this with you, I was just wondering if we could take it slow? I just don't want
to go... all the way yet.” Luke blushes at his words, hiding his head in the
crook of Michael's neck so that he doesn't have to see the older boy's
reaction.
“Sure, babe,” Michael agrees easily, completely okay with taking things slow.
The older boy feels honoured that Luke trusts him enough to do this with him,
and he wants nothing more than to please the younger boy.
He moves them from their position against the door then, walking over to the
couch and sitting down swiftly so that the younger boy is sitting in his lap,
straddling him. He kisses up the blonde boy's neck once again, stopping right
under his ear. He nibbles on his ear lobe softly and whispers, “I'm gonna make
you feel so good, Lukey.”
Luke shivers at this, a whine escaping his lips. Michael begins kissing him
again, hot and wet, and Luke honestly thinks he's in heaven. As his tongue
slides against Michael's, he feels like he's burning up; this whole thing is
just entirely too hot for him to handle. He tugs on the older boy's shirt then,
desperate for skin to skin contact.
He realizes that the blue haired boy is still wearing his beloved leather
jacket, so he pushes that off his shoulders, tossing it unceremoniously behind
him, not looking to see where it landed. Michael removes his lips from the
blonde boy's momentarily, smirking at Luke before he reaches behind him,
pulling off his t-shirt quickly. He does the same with the younger boy's when
he's finished, tossing them away to join the leather jacket somewhere on the
carpeted floor of Michael's living room.
He lifts the younger boy again, placing him so that he's laying flat on his
back, across the couch. Michael crawls on top of him, running his fingers along
the pale skin of Luke's stomach, "you're so beautiful, baby," he murmurs,
causing the younger boy to blush deeply. He grins and leans over the blonde
boy, kissing him fiercely but still keeping an inch or two between their
bodies, denying the blonde boy of the friction he so deseperately wants.
The blonde boy catches Michael by surprise though, wrapping his legs around the
older boy's waist and pulling his body down so that Michael lands on top of him
with a shocked gasp. The older boy can feel how hard Luke is against his hip,
and he grins mischievously as he rocks his hips back experimentally, grinding
down on the younger boy.
Luke moans loudly at this, and Michael has an idea. He flips them around
carefully, slipping one thigh between Luke's legs. He rubs his thigh against
Luke's length, reaching around to grip the blonde boy's ass, pushing his hips
down. The younger boy takes the hint, rutting against Michael's thigh
experimentally. He shudders at the friction, burying his face into Michael's
neck and muffling his sweet moans in the soft skin there. The older boy rubs
Luke's back, squeezing his bum once again as a form of encouragement.
Soon the younger boy is rutting faster, and Michael cant help himself from
grabbing the younger boy's head, pulling Luke's face out of his neck so he can
give him a searing kiss. He thinks for a moment that there might be far too
much teeth and tongue, but he honestly doesn't care, because it feels amazing,
and Luke seems to be enjoying himself as well.
The older boy reaches between their bodies then, surprising Luke when he trails
his fingers down the blonde boy's pale chest, dipping them inside the waistband
of his jeans. When Michael looks up to Luke for permission, the blonde boy
bites his lip, nodding slowly.
Michael breathes a sigh of relief, “as cute as you look in my jeans, they need
to come off, now,” the green eyed boy smirks when his words rip a groan from
the younger boy's throat. He pops the button on Luke's jeans, dragging the
zipper down slowly, teasing the younger boy. Finally, he peels them off the
blonde boy's long legs, cursing skinny jeans for being such a bitch to get off.
He stands up to remove his own, kicking them off and returning to Luke when he
makes grabby hands at him, not pleased with the loss of contact.
Michael climbs back on top of him then, lips crashing down on Luke's as he
reaches down to palm the younger boy through his boxers, “p-please,” Luke gasps
out, “please do something.” The blonde boy is whimpering, pushing up against
Michael's hand, desperate for something, anything.
The older boy takes pity in him then, gulping at the way Luke's cock slaps
against his stomach when he frees it from the blonde boy's underwear. He tugs
them all the way off, tossing them behind him and grabbing Luke's length,
stroking it lightly. He tightens his grip when the blonde boy moans, picking up
the pace slightly, “o-oh my god Mikey, faster,” Luke grits out, sounding
completely wrecked.
Michael looks up at his face then, taking in his flushed cheeks, the beads of
sweat beginning to form on his forehead, “you're so beautiful Lukey.” Michael
feels the blonde boy's cock twitch in his hand at that, “are you close, babe?”
He smirks when the younger boy nods eagerly, moans falling freely from his
lips.
He picks up the pace even more, and Luke is fucking up into his hand
frantically. The older boy twists his wrist just right and Luke moans his name
loudly, seeing stars as he comes hard, white stripes of cum staining both of
their stomachs. Michael smiles down at him as he fights to catch his breathe,
and overwhelming wave of fondness rushing over him. He kisses the Luke's sweaty
forehead, wiping his hand off on the blanket draped over the couch before
smoothing down his damp blonde hair.
Once Luke comes down from his high, he blinks his eyes open and meets Michael's
warm gaze, before his eyes flicker down to the bulge in the older boy's boxers,
and he can tell that he is painfully hard. He feels warmth spread through his
chest at the fact that Michael isn't pressuring him in any way, the older boy
doesn't seem to be concerned for himself at all.
Luke gulps, bringing his gaze up to meet Michael's once again. Michael can
sense the younger boy's nerves, “you don't have t-” he starts, but Luke shakes
his head. “ I want to, I just don't want to do it badly, I guess,” the younger
boy ducks his head then, looking up at Michael through his eyelashes.
Michael can't help the small smile that spreads across his face, “It won't be
bad, it can't be. Trust me.” He intertwines his fingers with Luke's
reassuringly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “I'll walk you through it,
okay?” He speaks gently, wanting to younger boy to feel comfortable. Luke nods
at that, eyes widening when Michael stands up, pulling his black briefs down
his legs, tossing them aside.
Michael is so big, and Luke can't help but find it a little intimidating. Luke
pushes that thought aside when the older boy sits down again, pulling him into
his lap. Michael brings the blonde boy's lips back to his, sucking on his
tongue lightly. He grabs Luke's hand gently, trailing it down his own chest,
pulling back when he reaches his pubic bone, “just like this,” he murmurs
against the younger boy's lips, wraping both of their hands around his length.
He shivers at the contact, unable to stop the low moan that escapes his lips at
the feeling of finally having his aching dick touched.
This seems to encourage Luke, and he begins moving his hand up and down
Michaels length, “Perfect, babe. You're doing great,” Michael moans again,
burying his face into the blonde boy's neck, muffling the sounds that continue
to fall from his mouth. Luke picks up his pace then, experimentally flicking
his wrist, smirking at the groan that it elicits from the older boy.
“So good, Lukey... I'm so close,” Michael moans out. After a few more pumps he
bites down on the blonde boy's neck, stomach muscles tightening as he comes,
only adding to the mess that Luke already made on their chests. He runs his
tongue over Luke's neck, trying to soothe the spot he bit, placing a soft kiss
there. “Sorry...” he says, a breathless giggle escaping his lips.
Luke smiles at the older boy when he removes his head from it's place in his
neck, “thank you for this,” he says shyly, leaning in and kissing Michael's
cheek. “No, thank you,” Michael says gently, “I'm glad that you trust me enough
to do this.”
Michael kisses Luke's lips one last time before standing up, causing Luke to
squeal, wrapping his legs around Michael's waist tightly to prevent him from
falling. The older boy smirks, carrying Luke towards the bathroom, “Let's take
a shower, we're literally covered in cum.” The younger boy scrunches his nose
up when he realizes how sticky he feels, and he decides that a shower won't be
so bad as long as Michael is with him.
The blue haired boy sets Luke on the counter so he can turn on the shower,
grabbing his hand and helping him in once the water is nice and warm. Michael
stands behind the younger boy, wrapping his arms around his middle and kissing
the back of his neck.
Michael knows in that moment that he's falling in love with Luke, fast, and
strangely, that fact doesn't even bother him. The idea of loving someone just
isn't as terrifying as it used to be, especially not if that person is Luke.
***** We'll Start a Fire That Shines a Light in the Dark *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay guys, here's cashton ;). I didn't have time to edit this, but I
     wanted to get it out to you so if anything sounds weird or there's
     mistakes let me know and I'll go back and fix them later! I hope you
     enjoy! xx (title is from Save Me A Spark by Sleeping With Sirens.)
It's been about a week since Luke started working at the restaurant, and
Michael can honestly say that he feels better than he has in a long time. Going
to work doesn't even feel like a chore anymore, he loves goofing around with
Alex and Luke when it gets slow. The boys seem to have some kind of juevnille
prank war going on between them, and they constantly think of ways to mess with
each other.
Michael smiles when he thinks of how far the blonde boy has come in such a
short amount of time, and he's honestly so proud of him. Seeing him interact
with Alex as well as himself makes him so happy, he's even been occasionally
talking to the kitchen staff once in a while. As the blue haired boy's thoughts
wander, he pulls into the parking lot of him and Luke's apartment. He went out
to grab some groceries since they were seriously lacking food, and he grins
excitedly when parks the car and gets out, grabbing the bags of groceries from
the back seat. He got the stuff to make his mom's recipe for homemade
spaghetti, and he thinks that it will be really fun to have a night in and cook
with Luke.
When he starts climbing the stairs he hears All The Small Things drifting down
from upstairs, and he grins, singing along as he balances all the bags in his
arms, trying not to drop them because that would be disasterous. “She left me
roses by the stairs, surprises let me know she cares,” Michael sings along as
approaches the top of the first flight of stairs, looking down at his phone to
check the time. He's not concerned about anyone hearing him jamming out, Luke
must have put one of Michael's Cds in, him and Luke are the only ones
inhabiting any of the three small apartments in this building anyways.
While the green eyed boy is distracted by his phone, he fails to notice that
there are several boxes piled onto the small landing at in front of the
previously vacant second floor apartment. Michael trips on one of them then,
dropping one of his grocery bags in the process. “Fuck...” he mutters, watching
the groceries tumble out of the bag and into the floor, breathing out a sigh of
relief when he realizes that there was nothing fragile in that bag, just some
boxes of cereal and pancake mix.
Michael's head shoots up, caught of guard by the voice of a stranger, “Holy
shit dude, sorry!” A boy with honey coloured curls pokes his head of out the
door of the second floor apartment, walking out and picking up the groceries
that Michael has previously dropped. “I figured no one else lived here since
the parking lot was empty when we got here.” The curly haired boy gave Michael
a bright smile then, handing him the groceries and sticking out his hand for
the blue haired boy to shake. Michael glances down at the boy's hand for a
second before reaching out and shaking it shyly.
“I'm Ashton, and this,” he points to another boy who comes out of the apartment
then, tanned skin and a head of dark hair with a shock of blonde in the front,
“is my boyfriend Calum.” The dark haired boy, Calum, Michael had to remind
himself, offers the still slightly confused boy a soft smile. Michael shakes
his head, trying to clear the confusion and focus, “I'm Michael, I live
upstairs with my boyfriend Luke...” he manages, cringing at how socially
awkward he is.
“Nice to meet you,” Ashton giggles, and wow, this boy literally reminds Michael
of sunshine. His honey curls and bright smile almost make the boy glow. Michael
glances down, unsure of what to do with himself, when he notices that the
sunshine boy is wearing a Foo Fighters shirt. He decides that he might be able
to bring himself to like this boy, he seems to have good taste in music,
judging by his shirt and the Blink music that continues to drift out of his
apartment, and that's enough for Michael to begin warming up to him. “You guys
too,” he offers them a small smile.
“Well I'm gonna go put these groceries away now,” Michael offers one more tight
smile before he steps over the boxes, careful not to trip again. He turns
around, however, when he hears Ashton's voice calling after him, “We'll see you
around?” the curly haired boy offers. Michael is surprised when he finds
himself nodding, “sure,” he replies, awkwardly waving with one of his hands
which was still holding bags of groceries.
When Michael reaches the third floor, putting the bags down for a second to
unlock it, he shakes his head. He wonders if it's going to be weird having
another couple in the building. Michael has always lived in the building alone,
not many people choosing to live in these low class, shitty apartments. He
decides that of all people to move in, this is probably their best bet. Ashton
and Calum seem to be good guys, and Michael would guess that they're around
Luke and his age, so maybe they'll get along.
When he swings the door to the apartment open, he finds Luke curled up on the
couch, Lion King playing on the TV loudly. The bonde boy turns it down when he
sees the older boy, making grabby hands at him immediately. Michael smiles at
this, walking over to the couch, kicking his shoes off on the way. He lays down
on the couch with the younger boy, pulling him to his chest and kissing his
forehead.
“I got stuff for us to make spaghetti for dinner tonight,” Michael grins at
Luke, smiling even wider when the younger boy's face lights up. “I love
spaghetti!” the younger boy snuggles further into Michael's chest, the
excitement evident in his voice. The older boy brings Luke's face to his,
pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “Alright, let's get going on it though, it
has to simmer for an hour.”
The boys get off the couch then, bringing the newly purchased groceries into
the kitchen and putting everything but the supplies for the spaghetti away. As
Michael examines all the familiar items, his mind wanders back to his
childhood, all the times he made this with his mother; so many times that he
has the recipe memorized by heart. He knows that he'll eventually tell Luke
about his past, but he doesn't want to be the one to bring it up. His past is
depressing, and he doesn't want to ruin a happy mood with his problems.
He's honestly feeling a lot better now that he has Luke, and he thinks that
with help from the blonde boy he'll be able to close most of the old wounds.
They'll still leave a permanent emotional scar on him, but he thinks for the
first time in a long while that he might just be okay. Despite what some people
may think, Michael knows that emotional scars can be just as painful as
physical ones, even if they're not visible, but he's starting to believe that
they can at least fade.
Michael takes a deep breath, knowing that he needs to put those thoughts aside
for now before he ruins the happy atmosphere filling the small apartment at the
moment. “Okay Lukey, do you want to cut up these tomatoes while I start frying
the meat?” Luke nods eagerly, happy to do anything the older boy needs.
Luke finishes cutting the tomatoes and Michael opens up all the cans he needs,
he begins frying up some meat to add to the sauce. Once that's finished, the
younger boy helps him dump all the ingredients into a large pot, giggling when
some of it splashes back at them, getting on Michael's cheek. The blue haired
boy pouts at Luke while he laughs at him, and when the younger boy is
distracted by rubbing the tears that have formed in his eyes due to laughter,
he dips his finger into the sauce.
Once the blonde boy has seems to calm down a bit, pulling his hands back from
his face, Michael sneaks in, wiping the sauce from his finger onto Luke's cute
nose. He giggles at the shocked look on the younger boy's face, leaning in to
whisper in his ear, “got you.” He smirks when he pulls back, surprising Luke
again when he leans in quickly, tongue darting out to lick the sauce off of his
nose.
“Yuck! Now my nose is covered in your saliva.” The younger boy whines,
scrunching up his nose, but the grin on his face gives him away. Michael
shrugs, “oops,” he drags the word on in a sarcastic sing-song voice. The older
boy saunters out of the kitchen playfully, leaving the sauce to simmer. He
flops down on the couch, opening his arms for Luke when he emerges from the
kitchen, the remains of sauce that Michael's tongue missed gone from his nose.
The younger boy rolls his eyes at him jokingly before heading over the the
couch, throwing himself on top of Michael without warning. The blue haired boy
lets out a puff of air, glaring at Luke before pulling him towards his chest,
snuggling into the warmth of the blonde boy's neck. “So,” Michael mumbles,
words muffled by the warm skin that his mouth was pressed against, “We have new
neighbours.” Luke perks up at this, pulling back to look at the older boy
curiously.
“Hmm,” the younger boy frowns, “are they nice?” Michael shifts around letting
his hand slide up to the boy's blonde locks, carding his fingers through the
soft tuffs, “Yeah, actually.” Michael smiles, “they were playing Blink when I
walked in.” Luke makes an approving sound, “Well that's good. It's going to be
weird having other people in the building though.” The older boy nods in
agreement, “Maybe we'll become friends with them,” he wonders aloud, thinking
that he could see himself becoming friends with Ashton and Calum.
He then realizes just how weird that thought is, since when does Michael
willingly socialize? The time he's been spending with Luke is really changing
him, bringing him back to how he was before his world crumbled. He knows that
he'll never be the exact same Michael he was before, green eyes shining with
innocence, but he thinks that is also not a bad thing. He's working towards a
new and improved Michael, one who is actually happy unlike how he's felt for
the last year, but also one who has experienced hardship, and learned that
sometimes in the end, you come out stronger than you were before.
***** Strawberries Taste How Lips Do *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's a little bit of a smutty chapter for you before the next one
     because it's pretty heavy, getting into Michael's past and stuff.
     Enjoy! xx (title is from Little Bird by the amazing Ed Sheeran, it's
     one of my favourite songs of all time!)
Michael smiles as he finishes wiping off the last table, listening in on the
argument that Luke and Alex are having about which Blink song is the best. Luke
is insisting that I Miss You one of the most lyrically genius songs in the
world, but Alex is sticking with his opinion that although I Miss You is
amazing, Give Me One Good Reason is clearly their best song. Michael sneaks up
behind Alex as he attempts to make his point, startling the oldest boy by
clapping him on the back playfully, clearing his throat dramatically before
saying, “ you guys are idiots.”
Alex whips around at that, both him and Luke shooting the blue haired boy a
look of mock offense. Michael giggles, and then the other two boys can't keep
up the act any longer, bursting out in giggles too. The brunette places his
hand on Luke's shoulder once he catches his breath again, “Alright, Lukey,”
Alex sighs dramatically, “I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree, won't
we?” He winks at the blonde boy playfully, ruffling his hair before he walks
away, untying his apon as he goes.
“Thanks for working so late tonight guys, it made closing up a lot faster, I
really appreciate it.” Alex smiles at them warmly, and Michael knows that he
would do anything for the older boy. “It's no problem man, honestly,” Michael
says easily, not even bothered in the slightest, he doesn't mind working with
Alex and Luke at all.
The oldest boy smiles at that, “I'm putting up some help wanted posters
tomorrow though, we need a couple more employees if we want to keep this place
running.” Michael watches as the brunette grabs his keys, wondering what it
will be like to have other people working with them. However, he knows that
Alex won't hire just any asshole, so he's not too worried about it.
Just before Alex opens the door he turns around, calling back to the younger
couple, “You guys can go ahead and help yourselves to a milkshake or something
before you leave, if you want.” He smiles at the one more time, “don't forget
to lock up Mikey.” With that Alex is out the door, climbing into his car and
driving away.
Michael turns to Luke then, smiling at the younger boy, “What's your favourite
kind of milkshake, Lukey?” He questions, excitement evident in his voice as he
saunters over to the milkshake station. Luke pauses for a moment, thinking.
“Strawberry,” the younger boy decides finally, a smile making it's way onto his
face. Michael grins, going to work and mixing the shake, even taking the time
to put some fresh strawberries on top.
The blue haired boy presents the milkshake to Luke proudly, sticking two straws
into the cold, creamy drink. Luke feels his heart swelling in his chest;
Michael is so cute, constantly trying to do anything he can to make the blonde
haired boy smile. Luke leans to taste the milkshake then, but that happened to
be the exact moment that Michael also decided to lean in, resulting in the two
boys bumping noses.
Luke looks surprised for a moment, eyes wide, before he bursts into laughter.
Michael begins giggling too, the younger boy's laughter is contagious, and his
ocean blue eyes are sparkling with tears from laughing too hard. The older boy
just takes Luke in, the way his pale cheeks are flushed a pretty pink colour as
he covers his mouth to stifle his giggles. Michael decides that Luke needs to
laugh like this more often, and when the younger boy finally pulls his hand
away from his mouth, Michael brings his hand up to caress his cheek, running
his thumb over Luke's cheekbone gently.
The younger boy looks up at Michael shyly, and the blue haired boy can't
prevent the next thing that comes tumbling out of his mouth, “you're honestly
stunning,” he mutters, gazing at Luke fondly. Michael smiles when he feels the
blonde boy's cheek heat up under his palm, dropping his hand and taking a sip
of the milkshake. When Luke regains his composure, he too leans in, sipping
from his straw. He moans involuntarily at the taste, “this is delicious,” he
remarks, glancing up at Michael.
The older boy smiles softly, picking up one of the fresh berries and dipping it
into the ice cream, offering it out to Luke. The blonde boy leans in and takes
a bite of the strawberry tentitively, grinning when Michael pops the rest of it
into his mouth. The two boys finish their shake, chatting aimlessly about
anything from the stubborn customer that was giving them a hard time during
rush hour, to the plans that they had with Alex this weekend.
Once the cup is empty, Michael brings it back into the kitchen, washing it up
quickly and returning it to it's rightful place. Luke is waiting for him when
he returns to the dining area, and Michael can't resist leaning down to kiss
the younger boy when he reaches him. The blue haired boy hums in approval,
deepening the kiss and sucking on Luke's tongue gently, “you taste like
strawberries,” he mumbles, lips still brushing against Luke's own.
The younger boy grins, moving in to kiss Michael once again, moaning quietly
when the older boy brings his hand up to the back of Luke's head, scratching
his scalp gently. Michael pulls back then, taking a deep calming breath; he
restaurant is not the place for this type of thing. “Let's go home, shall we?”
He suggests, grabbing Luke's hand and intertwining their fingers.
The drive home is silent, and although each boy lost in their thoughts, their
hands are still firmly clasped together, resting on the center console between
their seats. The staticy speakers of Michael's worn down car are playing
Sleeping With Sirens quietly, a contrast to the usual volume that the couple
keeps the music at. Michael decides that the atmosphere simply feels calm, and
he briefly questions if he should he this comfortable around Luke already.
Despite that fact that he's only actually known the blonde boy for a few weeks,
Michael feels like the younger boy is becoming his safe place; as long as he's
with Luke, he feels okay.
The blue haired boy glances over at Luke then, taking in the boy's content
expression, and he realizes that maybe Luke feels exactly the same way, which
sets him at ease.
When they arrive at the apartment, approaching the bottom of the staircase that
leads up to the third floor apartment, Michael gets an idea. His movements are
quick, and before the blonde boy knows it, he's being swept up into Michael's
arms with a squeal. The older boy's mind wanders back to the first time he
carried Luke up these stairs, but he refrains from mentioning it, not wanting
to remind the younger boy of that day with his father.
Michael giggles as he begins ascending the stairs, and when he nearly trips
over the top step of the second flight, Luke bursts into a fit of giggles as
well. The blue eyed boy buries his face in the crook of Michael's neck, trying
to muffle his giggles as the older boy attempts to catch his breath.
They're so caught up in their own world that they don't even notice the door of
the second floor apartment opening, Ashton and Calum emerging hand in hand.
They look at the couple questioningly, sharing a small smile at how cute they
look. Ashton clears his throat loudly, “Well, this landing seems to be our
meeting spot, doesn't it?”
Michael and Luke stop giggling immediately, whipping their heads up at the
curly haired boy's voice. Michael sets the younger boy down gently, hand coming
up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly before he brings it back down to
intertwine his fingers with the blonde boy's slightly longer ones. He meets
Ashton's gaze shyly, feeling the blush heating his cheeks, “I guess it does...”
He manages, glancing at his boyfriend carefully, wanting to make sure that he
isn't panicking; he still isn't completely comfortable with talking to just
anyone.
Michael decides to speak up then, unable to stand the awkward silence any
longer, “Umm,” Michael cringes at that, annoyed at himself for not being able
to spit the words out. “This is my boyfriend Luke,” Michael is proud of himself
when he manages to refrain from stuttering, “Luke, these are Ashton and Calum,
our new neighbours.” The older boy glances at his boyfriend again, pleased when
he sees that Luke seems to be relatively calm.
Luke feels his heart clench, because Michael called him his boyfriend. Although
the fact that they are in a relationship was pretty clear, it made Luke feel
warm inside hearing Michael introducing him that way. He smiles at Ashton and
Calum shyly, looking up at them through his eyelashes. The curly haired boy
grins glancing down at Luke's (although it technically belongs to Michael)
Metallica shirt approvingly, “Sweet shirt man!” Ashton's tone is enthusiastic,
and he's smiling brightly, holding out his large hand for Luke to shake.
Luke hesitates, but only before a moment, taking the outstretched hand
tentitively and mumbling a thank you. “Well,” Ashton glances at Calum before
continuing, “Me and Cal have to run out to the store, but we'll catch you guys
later?” Michael nods gratefully, itching to go up to his apartment and be alone
with Luke. It's not that he doesn't like Ashton- he actually thinks that he
could really get along with him- but his feet are aching from the long shift he
worked, and he's really looking forward to just bumming around with Luke for
the rest of the night, even if most young couples would be spending their
Friday night out and about.
Ashton and Calum begin making their way down to the parking lot, and Michael
tugs Luke along, letting go of the younger boy's hand to unlock the door,
sighing happily when he swings it open and kicks off his shoes.
Michael makes dinner for himself and Luke, and they snuggle up on the couch and
watch Netflix while they eat. Michael gets up from the couch to bring their
dirty dishes to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink to worry about later.
When he returns to the couch cuddling back up to Luke, he can't resist leaning
in and licking a bit of ketchup off the corner of the younger boy's mouth. “You
had some ketchup,” Michael grins, amused.
When the older boy goes to pull back, Luke surprises him, catching his lips in
a kiss. Michael responds immediately, settling his body over Luke's, his hand
sliding up to the blonde boy's neck. Michael deepens the kiss then, running his
tongue along the younger boy's. He marvels at the fact that he still tastes
like strawberries, despite the fact that the shake was finished hours ago. He
shuffles impossibly closer, humming in approval when Luke wraps his long legs
around Michael's waist.
The older boy stands up carefully, gripping Luke's bum firmly to keep him up as
he stumbles into the bedroom, reaching out to flick on the light before laying
the blonde boy down on the bed; he wants to be able to see.
They continue to kiss, Luke's lips soft and warm against Michael's own. Michael
pushes the younger boy's shirt up gently, indicating that he wants it off. Luke
moans softly as Michael rubs his fingers across the smooth skin of his stomach,
and the older boy takes that as permission. He pulls Luke's shirt off, tossing
it behind him, admiring the newly revealed pale skin. He runs his hands up and
down Luke's sides, leaning in to mouth at his collarbones. The younger boy
briefly wonders why this doesn't tickle, but decides that it doesn't matter,
because at the moment it feels nice, really nice.
Michael grins against the warm skin of the younger boy's collarbone, dragging
his teeth along it, putting just enough pressure, judging by the way the
younger boy is moaning underneath him. He begins scattering opened mouth kisses
across Luke's chest, gradually making his way down to the waistband of his
jeans, the trail of soft blonde hair underneath Luke's bellybutton tickling his
nose. He stills, glancing up into the boy's ocean blue eyes, “may I?” He
questions, running his hands up and down Luke's thighs as he speaks.
The blonde boy groans, panting when Michael mouths at his hard cock which is
straining against his tight jeans. “Yes. P-please Mikey, do something.” Luke
manages, followed by a moan when the older boy pops the button on his jeans,
dragging down the zipper slowly. Michael struggles with the tight jeans
briefly, letting out a puff of breath when he finally manages to get them off,
discarding them immediately. He pulls the younger boy's underwear off too,
tossing them behind him and lifting both Luke legs, placing one on each of his
shoulders.
Luke pushes himself up on his elbows, watching Michael with wide eyes, waiting
for him to make his next move. The older boy grins, trailing hot, wet kisses up
the inside of Luke's right thigh, stopping at his hipbone to suck a mark into
his creamy white skin. Luke moans loudly, “F-fuck Michael, please.”
When he's finished he pulls back, grinning at the deep purple bruise he left
behind, soothing it with his tongue. Luke thrusts his hips up, whimpering
desperately. Michael gives in, grabbing the base of Luke's dick carefully,
licking a hot stripe up his shaft. Luke grips the sheets tightly, breathing
erratic. When Michael finally closes his mouth around the head of his cock he
groans loudly, hands flying up to tangle in Michael's blue locks.
Michael places his hands on Luke's hips, wanting to keep the boy from thrusting
up, for now, anyways. He works to relax his throat, slowly taking more and more
of Luke in. Once his nose touches Luke's pubic bone, he lets go of the boy's
hips, pushing them up gently, glancing up at his boyfriend. When he meets the
boy's ocean blue eyes, he sees that they are clouded with hesitation, and he
thinks it's adorable how shy and innocent the blonde boy is.
Michael begins bobbing his head, pushing Luke's hips up once more, and the
younger boy finally takes the hint. He thrusts up hesitantly at first, moaning
loudly at the feeling, building up a rhythm when he becomes more confident. The
older boy moves his tongue around Luke's shaft, causing the blonde boy to pick
up his pace, his thrusts becoming frantic.
The blue haired boy marvels at how hot Luke looks like this, too turned on to
even think straight, his control completely lost. Michael loves it, loves
seeing Luke let his walls down, and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside to
know how much the younger boy trusts him.
Michael brings his focus back to the present, and judging by the moans that
won't stop tumbling out of his mouth, the younger boy is close. Michael brings
a hand up, cupping Luke's balls. The action surprises Luke, and suddenly he's
coming down Michael's throat without warning, “F-fuck, fuck,Michael.”
The older boy pulls back, swallowing before smiling up at his beautiful
boyfriend fondly, rubbing his sides softly as his breathing gradually returns
to normal.
Michael notices how sleepy the blonde boy looks, exhaustion evident on his
face. He pulls his boxers off, content with jacking himself off quickly so that
they can just go to sleep. Luke, however, is having nothing of that, and when
he sees the older boy touching himself, he sits up immediately.
“Let me,” he offers, pushing Michael's hand out of the way gently and replacing
it with his own. Michael shudders at the contact, already knowing that this is
going to be over very quickly. Luke feels Michael's dick twitch in his hand and
he flicks his wrist, causing the older boy to fuck up into his hand, moaning.
Michael shivers, his orgasm hitting him suddenly, “f-fuck, Lukey,” he sighs,
breathless.
Once the older boy regains his composure he reaches for the boxers he just
pulled off, using them to mop up the mess on both of their chests. When he
finishes he tosses them on the ground, deciding that he can deal with it later.
Michael crawls under the covers with Luke, pulling the blonde boy to his chest
and kissing his neck tenderly before he drifts off to sleep.
***** Sing Me To Sleep *****
Chapter Notes
     Yes, I did talk about All Time Low in a story which has Alex, I do
     what I'm punk rock ;). But really, just pretend Alex isn't in a band
     in this story, because All TIme Low is way too good to not include in
     it (title is from Lullabies by All Time Low, hahaha). Enjoy! xx
Michael falls to his knees, hand flying up to cover his mouth as he takes in
the sight before him. His whole body is trembling, eyes pooling with tears,
which he's honestly grateful for; at least they blur his vision, making
everything seem a little less real. His head is spinning, and he removes his
hand from where it's covering his mouth, turning his head just in time to retch
on the road beside him.
The sound of people talking and the sirens of the ambulances are nothing but
background noise, quieted by Michael's loud, screaming thoughts. He's vaguely
aware of the police officer attempting to speak to him, but he doesn't catch a
word of what he's saying. All Michael can think about is how alone he is.
The two people in the world that actually loved and cared for Michael are gone
now, ripped away from him, all that's left of them amongst that tragic mess
that sits before him. He feels the panic bubbling in his chest when everything
finally catches up to him, and it completely consumes him. His lungs burn as he
gasps for air, and he desperately tries to calm himself down. It feels like the
weight of the world is pressing down on his shoulders, and it's overwhelming,
unbearable even.
...
Luke wakes with a start, rubbing at his sleepy eyes, confusion cutting through
the hazy fatigue- why the hell is he awake? His answer came quickly when he
felt Michael thrashing around beside him, sobs falling out of the older boy's
mouth. Luke sits up quickly, turning to his obviously distressed boyfriend.
Michael's eyes are closed, sweat beading on his forehead as he whimpers, tears
running down his face steadily.
The younger boy's breath catches in his throat, and he frantically wonders if
he should wake the boy or not. One more look at the pain on Michael's face does
it for him, and then he's placing a hand on the older boy's shoulder gently,
“Mikey? Mikey, babe, wake up.” Luke's voice is soft and soothing, he doesn't
want to frighten his boyfriend even more.
Michael wakes with a start, shooting up into a sitting position and gasping for
breath. Luke stays back for a moment, unsure of what he should do, but that
question is answered for him when the blue haired boy throws himself into the
blonde boy's arms, hiding his face in the crook of Luke's neck. Luke tightens
his arms around Michael immediately, rubbing his back soothingly, pulling the
older boy closer so that he's sitting in Luke's lap.
The younger boy can feel Michael shivering, and he continues to sob into his
neck. “Shhh,” Luke coos, kissing his boyfriend's neck tenderly, “You're okay,
Mikey. You're safe now.” Luke rocks them back and forth, and in any other
situation, he would laugh at how much the roles are reversed right now. Usually
Michael is the one to take care of him, and he almost feels unsure of how to
handle this, but he just tries to copy the actions the older boy always uses on
him.
After a few minutes of rocking, Michael's breathing seems to have returned to
normal, and he's no longer sobbing into the blonde boy's neck. Luke pulls back
then, grabbing Michael's face gently and forcing the older boy to look at him.
The other boy's blue hair is even messier than usual, his cheeks flushed an
angry red, eyelashes stuck together with tears; the sight breaks Luke's heart.
The younger boy thinks carefully before speaking, he doesn't want to make this
situation any worse, but he's also extremely concerned for his boyfriend. If
something upsets Michael this much, Luke feels like he should know about it.
“Do you want to, you know... Talk about it?...” Luke's voice is timid, and he
grabs Michaels hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. As curious as he is, he
doesn't want the older boy to feel like he has to talk about it, especially if
it's just going to make him upset.
Michael sighs in defeat. He wants to tell Luke about his past, of course he
does, he trusts him with his life. He's just worried that it won't come out
right, and although he's getting a lot better, he still doesn't like feeling so
small and vulnerable. Despite all this, he decides that now is as good of a
time as any, and it seems that he's already put a damper on the mood, so
there's no point in worrying about making things depressing with his tragic
past.
He looks into Luke's ocean blue eyes then, finding the reassurance there that
he needs to begin. “When I was 12, I told my f-family that I'm... g-gay,” the
green eyed boy shudders, apparently reliving the memory as he speaks. The
blonde boy leans in, pressing an encouraging kiss to Michael's forehead. The
blue haired boy sighs, leaning up and kissing Luke's jaw before he continues.
“My entire family, besides my parents, were disgusted,” Michael takes a deep,
shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly, “They told me they never wanted to see
me again, that I'm an a-abomination.” Luke just let Michael continue, rubbing
his back softly.
“It obviously sucked, but as the same time I had amazing parents who loved me
so I was fine. I figured it could have been worse, but then, unfortunately, it
did get w-worse.” Michael was shivering now, pain etched into his face, and
Luke's throat felt like it was slowly closing up.
“A little over a year ago, I g-got a call,” Michael meets Luke's eyes then,
agony darkening his beautiful green irses, “It was the police... My parents
were involved in a f-fatal car crash.” Luke's hand flies up to his mouth, a
choked sob escaping his lips before he has the chance to stop it. Hot tears
boil over, pouring down Michael's cheeks steadily, but he continues; he has to.
“It was so awful, Lukey. It makes me sick just thinking about it.” Michael's
lips pull into a tight smile then, “That's the night I found the clearing. It's
my safe place now...” Luke forces himself to smile back as best as he can,
kissing Michael gently, their tears mixing as their lips slot together
perfectly.
Michael sighs once they pull back, feeling like a weight was lifted off his
shoulders. He wants Luke to know everything about him, and he's glad that he
finally got that off his chest. The younger boy pulls Michael down so that
they're laying once again, Michael's head resting on Luke's chest. “Let's go
back to sleep,” Luke suggests, kissing the top of Michael's head before
settling down into the pillows.
Michael closes his eyes, willing sleep to take him over, but the fear still
sitting in the pit of his stomach is preventing him from calming down. “Lukey?”
Michael's voice is soft, barely even a whisper, but the younger boy still
manages to hear him. “Yeah?” Luke questions, bringing his hand up to Michael's
hair and scratching his scalp gently.
Michael sighs contently at the feeling of the blonde boy's fingers in his hair,
“can you sing to me?” He holds his breath, unsure of what Luke's response will
be, henever sings.
Luke hesitates for a moment, nerves rushing through his body at the thought of
singing in front of someone, but he reminds himself that this is Michael; he
trusts him with his life, so he can trust him with this.
“What do you want me to sing?” He asks softly, fingers still tangled in
Michael's blue locks. Michael is quiet for a moment, and the younger boy
assumes he's thinking of a song. “Do you know Lullabies by All Time Low?”
Michael's voice is hopeful, and Luke nods immediately. “Of course, that song is
genius,” Michael grins at that, nodding in agreement.
Luke takes a deep breathe, now or never, “Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye. It
could be for the last time and it's not right.” Michael's jaw goes slack, and
he's positive that Luke has the most beautiful voice he's ever heard.
" 'Don't let yourself get in over your head,' he said. Alone and far from home
I'll find you...” Luke's voice is smooth, hitting every note. Michael just
listens in awe as the older boy keeps going.
“Scream, to be heard, like you needed any more attention; Throw the bottle,
break the door, and disappear.” Luke bit his lip after that line, the lyrics
hitting close to home. 
When he reaches the chorus Michael joins in, his voice soft and sweet, “Sing me
to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams. Waiting to say, 'I miss you. I'm so
sorry.' ” Their voices melt together perfectly, Michael's soft tone a sharp
contrast to Luke's loud, clear notes.
“Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around, it's like a piece of
me is missing.” Michael squeezes Luke's hand, because yeah, when the younger
boy isn't with him, it does feel like he's missing a piece of himself. Luke
smiles and returns the squeeze, Michael's thoughts being conveyed to him
without words. They both need each other to feel whole, and as scary as that
should be, Michael has never felt less afraid as he does here with Luke now.
***** 'Cause All That You Are Is All That I'll Ever Need *****
Chapter Summary
     Interesting things are happening next chapter, and you'll finally be
     meeting Jack. For now, I hope you enjoyed this super cute chapter! xx
     (title is from Tenerife Sea by the lovely Ed Sheeran!)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Michael sighs in frustration, envisioning ripping his hair out in an attempt to
rid himself of the stress caused by rush hour. It's even busier than usual, and
Alex and himself are attempting to take orders, bring out food, and run the
cash register all by themselves. It's days like these that make Michael wish
they had help, and honestly, although he's scared that a newcomer will ruin the
dynamic they have going on, he's glad that Alex put up that help wanted sign.
Luke watches the distressed look on Michael's face from a distance, seeing
right through the facade that the boy attempts to put on for the customers. He
chews on his lower lip nervously, having an internal battle as he watches his
friends rush around chaotically. He wantsto help them, and he's been talking a
lot more lately, even if the prospect of talking to a stranger still frightens
him, Luke thinks that he can do it.
He takes a steadying breath then, starting towards his boyfriend as he finishes
helping the last person currently waiting in the line for the cashier. "Mike?"
Luke asks gently, afraid of annoying the boy who is obviously frustrated. The
older boy turns immediately, face softening as soon as he sees the blonde boy
standing there, twisting his fingers nervously. "What's up, babe?" Michael
grabs Luke's hand, squeezing it as a form of encouragement, and Luke's heart
swells. Michael is being so gentle and patient with him, despite the fact that
there is still stress rolling off the older boy in waves.
"I can do that while you help Alex serve people?" Luke suggests this timidly,
glancing up at Michael's eyes for his reaction. The older boy's eyes shine with
pride, and he's nodding carefully, "If you're sure that you want to?" He rubs
the back of Luke's hand with his thumb, wanting to make sure that the boy
wasn't just offering to help because he feels like he should, even if he's not
ready.
A wave of confidence sweeps over Luke then, and the warmth of Michael's palm on
his the boost that he needs. "I'm sure, Mikey. Now go. Alex looks overwhelmed."
Luke glances at the oldest boy then, seeing the same distress in his face as
Michael's, pushing the blue haired boy towards the dining area. Michael gives
in, giving Luke's hand a reassuring squeeze before dropping it, grabbing a note
pad from the counter as he makes his way towards a table to take the orders of
a waiting couple.
Luke sighs in relief then, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulder
when he notices that his friends look significantly less stressed now. He turns
towards the front then, waiting for customers.
...
The shift seems to go by quickly once Luke takes over the cash register, and he
finds that he doesn't even mind it all that much. Most of the customers were
fairly polite, some even making small talk as Luke rang up their bill, and it
was kind of nice. Luke is so caught up that he doesn't notice that anyone is
walking up to the restaurant until the bell above the door chimes, causing both
him and the other two boys to whip their heads up.
Michael's eyebrows furrow when he hears a familiar voice addressing him, "Oh,
hey Michael!" Ashton beams, his contagious happiness already brightening the
room. Michael sends him a shy smile, accompanied by a small wave. Ashton waves
back before his eyes land on Alex, seeing what is obviously a look of confusion
on the brunette's face.
The curly haired boy clears his throat then, "Oh, right. My name is Ashton," He
sticks out a hand for Alex to shake, which the accepts, bemused. "I saw the
help wanted sign? And since I just moved to town I really need a job," Ashton
smiles sheepishly, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.
Alex grins at him, "Alright, man. I'll take your resume and get back to you
soon?" Ashton nods eagerly, opening the folder that he was previously gripping
with his long fingers, pulling out a crisp piece of paper. Alex looks it over
briefly, humming in what appears to be satisfaction. Ashton looks lost for a
minute, glancing around quickly before excusing himself, thanking them for
their time.
As soon as Alex is sure that the curly haired boy is gone for good, he turns to
Michael, "Well, how do you know him, Mikey?" Michael looks up at Alex then,
startled out of his thoughts about what it would be like to have Ashton working
with them. He decides that the sunshine boy is the perfect candidate,
considering that both Luke and himself like the boy, which doesn't come easily.
"Him and his boyfriend, moved into the apartment under ours a couple of weeks
ago," he informs his boss, watching the curiosity burning in Alex's eyes. "Hmm,
well he seems pretty cool," Alex decides, watching Micheal's face for a
reaction. The blue haired boy finds himself humming in agreement, "Yeah, he's a
good guy. From what I've seen so far, at least."
Alex turns to Luke then, "Well Lukey, what do you think? Should I hire him?"
Luke is confused for a moment, surprised that Alex cares for his opinion. It's
not like Luke has worked here for long, so the fact that Alex already cares
enough to ask for his opinion warms his heart. "I like him," Luke glances at
Alex shyly, sending him a small smile.
"Alright then! It's settled," Alex tosses the towel he was previously using to
clean tables into a basket, leaving it to be washed whenever they get around to
it. "I'll call him tomorrow," the older boy tells them, the couple nodding in
agreement as they all remove their aprons, preparing to leave.
The ride home from work is the same as always, music drifting out the open
windows of the car, the Sydney air just cool enough to be soothing. They're
only a few minutes from the apartment when Michael turns to the younger boy,
"Do you want to go to the clearing tonight? I kind of miss it..."
Luke turns to Michael, smiling, "Sure," he agrees easily. He's been itching to
go back to the clearing since the first night Michael found him there, unable
to resist the calming atmosphere that the little clearing provides. He wants to
appreciate it full on, when he's not swallowed up by his own sadness. He thinks
it will be a lot more peaceful this time.
Michael comes around to open the door for him when they arrive, and Luke
blushes as the older boy offers a hand, helping him out of the car. They swing
their hands between them as they walk, chatting aimlessly as Michael takes them
through the familiar path which leads to the clearing.
When they approach the entrance, Luke stops for a moment, just admiring it's
beauty. Michael smiles at this, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the blonde
boy's cheek. The older boy lets Luke have his moment, and when he's ready they
enter the clearing, curling up on the soft grass and admiring the stars.
The view of the sky just seems to be so much better here than it is anywhere
else, the starts burning bright against the soft black background. The two boys
point out different constellations (some of them being totally made up),
sharing soft kisses every once in a while.
The moon is shining high in the sky tonight, casting a soft glow over Luke's
face, the shadows created by the dim  light enhancing his angelic features.
Michael has no idea what he did to deserve the beautiful boy beside him, and an
overwhelming wave of love washes over him.
He decides that he's probably loved Luke since the first day he saw him, curled
up on the same grass that is beneath them now. He doesn't understand how
someone couldfeel anything but love for Luke, he's so fond of the blonde boy.
The overwhelming urge to tell Luke exactly how he feels hits him just as fast
as the realization that he lovesthe younger boy, and he reaches over to brush
his fingers across Luke's cheekbone.
Luke turns to his boyfriend then, a look of curiosity immediately overtaking
his features. Michael doesn't wait for him to ask questions, opting for leaning
in instead, kissing the younger boy deeply. Luke's ocean blue eyes slip shut
immediately, hand coming up to grip Michael's bicep.
The older boy hums, pulling Luke on top of him carefully, running his fingers
down the blue eyed boy's spine as their lips slide together. Michael decides
he's ready, hand resting on Luke's lower back as he pushes them into a sitting
position. He pulls back from Luke gently, kissing the corner of the younger
boy's mouth when he pouts at the loss of contact.
"Lukey," Michael begins, sighing shakily as he brings a hand up, cupping Luke's
cheek. He meets Luke's blue irises then, smiling at the fondness that he sees
in them, and something else, something that Michael thinks just might be love.
The nerves wash away from him then, this is Luke after all. Michael knows he
won't hurt him.
He leans in once again, but this time he avoids the younger boy's lips, leaving
a soft trail of kisses up the side of his neck, stopping right under Luke's
ear. He smiles against the soft skin when he feels the blonde boy shiver in
anticipation. He decides that this is enough teasing, pulling back to look into
Luke's eyes once again.  "I love you," he breathes out at last, watching Luke's
face carefully, waiting for his reaction.
Michael panics when Luke's eyes fill with tears, spilling over and cascading
down his porcelain cheeks. The older boy immediately leans in, kissing the
tears away, fingers flying up to thread through Luke's blonde locks. He wonders
if it was too soon, feeling infinitesimally better when the blonde boy buries
his face in Michael's neck, still seeking comfort from the blue haired boy. 
"I l-love you too," Luke manages, still sobbing into Michael's neck, the skin
soaked with tears at this point. Michael can't even find it in him to be
bothered, and he guesses that this is because he loves the boy that's curled up
against him, fists clutching at the back of Michael's t-shirt as he attempts to
get impossibly closer.
After a couple minutes, Luke manages to pull himself together a bit, laughing
softly as he dries his eyes on the sleeves of his hoodie. "Sorry..." Luke
mutters, glancing up at Michael shyly. The older boy smiles at him softly,
deciding that words aren't necessary, leaning in and kissing Luke instead. He
tries to pour all his love into that kiss, and Luke understands, lifting a hand
to tangle in Michael's hair gently, scratching his scalp softly.
"I just-" Luke cuts himself off, frowning briefly before he continues, "No one
has ever told me that before..."
Michael's heart breaks at that, the pain that clouds Luke's blue irises slicing
right through his heart. "I guess that I'll just have to love you enough to
make up for it then, right?" The blue haired boy smiles when Luke's eyes light
up at that, pride spreading through his chest.
"I guess so..." Luke smiles softly, following Michael's gaze to where it has
wandered, staring at the moon where it shines above them.
"To the moon and back?" Michael suggests cheekily, grinning when Luke giggles
in response.
"Yeah, to the moon and back." Luke's voice is soft, and when Michael leans in
to kiss him once again, he realizes that for the first time in what feels like
forever, he feels whole again.
 
Chapter End Notes
     If you guys have any predictions about Jack's character you should
     let me know in the comments ;). Thanks for reading! <3
***** Don't You Realize You Shot This Family a World of Pain *****
Chapter Notes
     Well, here's Jack! Enjoy xx. (title is from Lullabies by All Time
     Low. Expect me to use A LOT of their lyrics because they're fucking
     genius.) P.s. There is homophic language in this chapter, I'm sorry
     about that but it's needed for the story. I'm a huge supporter of gay
     rights, love yourselves <3.
Jack glances up at the house in front of him, shrugging to himself before he
takes one last drag from his cigarette, tossing it on the ground once he's
finished, crushing it under the toe of his heavy black boots. It took him
forever to find this fucking man who's supposedly his father, so there's no way
he's leaving this place before he gets the chance to talk to him.
He runs a hand through his short black and blonde hair before starting towards
the front door, ascending the porch steps and knocking on the door confidently.
There's no way in hell that he's going to allow himself to be nervous over
this, he doesn't do the whole nervous thing. He hears some rustling behind the
door, raising an eyebrow in amusement when he hears what sounds like something
being knocked over, followed by a string of curse words.
The door flies open, revealing a tall middle aged man, his greying blonde hair
cropped short, piercing blue eyes clouded with what Jack assumes is permanent
anger; maybe him and his so called dad have a lot more in common than he
initially thought. He decides to speak first, wanting to make it clear that
he's in no way intimated by the man in front of him. "Hello Father, long time
no see."
Jack smirks as shock washes over his father's features, replacing the anger in
his eyes with confusion. "Well you are Andrew Hemmings, aren't you?" Jack knows
just from the look on the man's face that he's come to the right place, but him
being him, he wanted the satisfaction of the man confirming his findings.
The Andrew pulls himself together then, the moment of confusion fading, "How
the fuck did you find me?" The older man is looking at Jack skeptically, but it
doesn't phase him, he's used to getting odd looks after all. "I have my ways,"
he informs his father, pushing past him and inviting himself into the home. He
considers taking his jacket off when he feels how stuffy the home is inside,
the air smelling of stale beer and sweat, but he doesn't know how things here
will go and he wants all his items on him if he needs to make a quick escape.
The older man sighs in defeat, apparently catching on to the fact that Jack
plans on staying until he gets some answers. Andrew walks over to where his son
has sat down at the table, sitting across from him carefully before finally
meeting his gaze, "Well, what brought you here after all these years, Jack?"
Jack is momentarily caught off guard at that. It looks like his father knows a
little more about him than he anticipated, but he gains his composure almost
immediately, focusing on the task at hand. "As you may know, my mom is a filthy
gaywhore," Jack glances up at Andrew, pleased when he sees that the older man
has had no negative reaction towards his harsh words.
"I guess I just wanted to see if one of my parents are actually worth my time,"
he concludes, keeping his heavy gaze on his father's face, analyzing his
reaction carefully. So when Andrew flinches at the mention of his mother's
sexuality he files that away for later, deciding that there must be something
else that also fueled that reaction.
Jack sees the hatred burning besides his father's eyes when he finally decides
to reply, "Yes, well it seems that she isn't the only worthless gay of this
family." Jack perks up at that, a devilish grin finding it's way onto his lips.
"It looks like you have a lot to fill me in on?" Jack's eyes burn with the same
hatred as Andrew's as he keeps his eyes on his father.
"I guess I do."
...
Luke wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering as images of his father circle through
his mind, gasping for breath as he attempts to bring himself impossible closer
to Michael's chest, seeking comfort from his boyfriend's loving touch. Michael
stirs at this, eyes flying open, almost as if he senses Luke's distress.
"Lukey? Babe, what's wrong?" Michael rubs Luke's back frantically, kissing the
younger boy's forehead as he desperately tries to calm Luke down. "Another
dream?..." Michael's tone is soft, and the blue haired boy sighs sadly when
Luke nods against his chest. He hates that the younger boy is plagued by the
haunting images of his father, and although they have significantly decreased
since he began sleeping with Michael, they clearly haven't gone away.
"He was here M-Mikey," Luke's voice shakes with fear as his fingers grip at the
back of the soft old t-shirt Michael likes to sleep in. Michael shivers at
this, the thought of Luke's father actually showing up here, in there home,
their safe place is sickening. Michael smooths down Luke's hair, deciding that
the physical comfort is more important than words.
Luke shivers again, "It felt so real..."
***** They Will Have To Find Some Other Hearts To Break *****
Chapter Notes
     Aww Ashton. What a cutie ;). (title is from Runaways by All Time Low)
Luke twitches in his seat nervously as Michael drives them to work that
morning, trying to focus on Ed Sheeran's soothing voice to calm himself down as
it bleeds through the speakers. He has no idea why he's nervous, it's not as if
he hasn't been talking to a lot more people, even strangers, so he really has
no reason to be this nervous about Ashton starting his first shift today.
He knows that if Ashton was to ever make him uncomfortable in any way, Alex
would get rid of him immediately, but Luke doesn't want to be picky after all
the older man has done for him. He has to remind himself that he's the one who
told Alex that he approves of Ashton, and that the curly haired boy has been
nothing but nice to him the times that they have ran into each other on the
staircase or in the parking lot outside their shared apartment.
Things could be a lot worse; at least Alex didn't hire some stranger that Luke
has never met before. Luke is just worried because work feels like a safe place
at this point, somewhere where he can be himself and he knows that no one will
judge him. The dynamic between Michael, Alex, and himself is amazing and he
would hate to see that be destroyed.
As they pull up to the restaurant and park, Michael glances over at Luke,
noticing the distress that is obvious on his boyfriend's face. “Don't be too
nervous about Ashton starting today, babe. I think that he's going to fit in
just fine. He seems like an awesome guy.”
Luke can't help but smile at the fact that Michael knew exactly what was wrong
without asking him, soon enough the older boy is going to know Luke better than
he knows himself. He gives a small nod as last, and Michael leans in to kiss
him softly before they get out of the car.
Michael sees that Ashton's car is parked on the other side of the parking lot
once they get out, and he grabs hold of Luke's hand as they open the door, the
chiming of the bell a familiar, comforting sound. Alex glanced up from the cash
that he was currently counting, putting them in their rightful place in the
cash register, “Mikey, Lukey!” Alex bellows, sauntering over to where the two
boys are standing, smiling at the older boy.
The brunette leans in then, pretending to tell the couple a secret even though
he was speaking obnoxiously loud, “Now you boys better be nice to Ashton here,
don't want to scare him off like the last ones.” Alex winks playfully, smiling
in satisfaction when his statement draws a giggle from Luke. Michael smiles at
his boyfriend, leaning in to kiss his now dimpled cheek quickly.
“Hey!” Alex exclaims in mock outrage, “None of your PDA shit here, this is
work.” Michael's stomach tingles at the way Luke's cheeks flush a pretty pink,
despite that fact that he obviously knows the oldest boy is just joking. “Oh
yeah? You wanna see real PDA Alex?” Michael wiggles his eyebrows suggestively,
playfully reaching for Luke, causing the younger boy to squeal and back away.
“You guys are really cute,” Ashton compliments, offering them a genuine smile.
Michael looks up at him then, giving him a small smile when the initial shock
passes. “Thanks man,” Michael says finally, Ashton nodding in response.
The beginning half of the shift went by smoothly, only a few students coming in
before class to grab some breakfast. Ashton is getting along with the other
boys just fine, all of them learning a little bit more about him from the idle
chit chat that filled the silences created by a lack of customers. However,
this peaceful astmosphere is broken around lunch time, and this time it isn't
even because of the typical rush of people around midday.
The restaurant was unusually slow during the lunch break at the university, and
although there is more people than there had been all morning, stress levels
are significantly lower than they usually are during this time of day. Due to
the fact that things are so slow, Alex asks Michael to help him carry some
boxes of supplies from the back room to the kitchen towards the front of the
building, leaving Luke to run the cashier and Ashton to wait on any customers.
Luke's blue eyes flick around the restaurant nervously, fear twisting in his
stomach at the lack of reassurance that having Michael close provides. He takes
a deep breath as the only customer in the restaurant stands up quickly, closing
the laptop that he was previously typing on furiously, probably finishing a
last minute assignment on his lunch break.
When the stranger approaches the counter Luke already feels uncomfortable,
frustration rolling off the young man in waves as he glances down at his watch,
pulling money out of his wallet at the same time. He finally brings his eyes up
to meet Luke's then, “Can I have a large black coffee?” His tone is short, and
it startles Luke, making his mind wander back to unpleasant memories, fingers
shaking as he nods his head and reaches for a coffee cup.
Ashton is over helping a young lady who just sat down so Luke figures he can
handle making this coffee. He's watched Michael and Alex do it many times, it
can't be that hard. He pours the coffee from the pot carefully, letting out a
breath of relief when he doesn't spill anything despite the slight shake to his
hands.
He approaches the machine that dispenses cream, eyes drifting over all the
different buttons, just as his eyes land on the 'Regular – Large' the man's
voice startles him out of his task, “Get on with it man, I don't have all
fucking day.”
Luke cringes at the harsh tone, hands shaking violently, “s-sorry...” He
stutters, turning back to the machine. As he goes to push the cream button, the
man sighs makes a sound of frustration, which causes Luke to jump, the
unfinished coffee slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor with a smack.
Coffee splashes back on Luke, the liquid hot even through his clothes.
“What thefuck? Can you not do something as simple as making a coffee? I have a
class to go to and now, thanks to you, I'm going to be late!” The man is
raising his voice at this point, and Luke is putting as much distance between
himself and the stranger as possible, reeling back until he hits the wall
behind the counter.
Ashton's head whips up at the commotion, his eyes frantically taking in the
scene at the counter. His blood begins boiling when his gaze finds Luke, the
poor boy is obviously distressed and the man in front of the counter just
continues to rant at him. What an asshole.
The curly haired boy drops his pen and notepad, starting towards the asshole,
“What the hell is going on here?” His tone is ice cold as he glares at the
stranger, putting himself between this asshole and Luke, just so his intentions
are clear.
The man glares right back at Ashton, “Come on man, this guy is an idiot. I have
a class to go to and it takes him 10 minutes to make a coffee? What's so hard
about that?” Ashton's hands clench into fists at his sides, and it takes
everything in him to refrain from punching this guy right now. “Hmm, how about
this?...” Ashton begins, taking a step towards the stranger before he
continues, “I'll answer that question as soon as you tell me what's so hard
about not being such a prick.”
Luke curls in on himself, sliding down the wall that he was backed up against,
laying on the ground and sobbing. Michael, he needs Michael, and lucky for him,
the blue haired boy bursts through the door that leads to the back room at that
exact moment. His eyes flick between Luke and the stranger quickly, emerald
eyes burning with anger when he pieces things together.
He walks over to the man quickly, standing next to Ashton so that the asshole
has no choice but to look at him. “Get the fuck out.” Michael's tone is weirdly
calm, too calm, “Never come back, and you better hope that I never see your
face again.”
The stranger actually backs up at that, holding up his hands in defeat before
he turns and storms out. Michael rushes over to Luke immediately, dropping to
the floor and pulling the crying boy into his lap. He runs his hands up and
down Luke's spine, knowing that this comforts the younger boy. He leans down
and kisses his temple, “I'm so sorry for leaving you baby...” Michael sighs,
feeling tears burn in the back of his eyes as he sees how upset Luke is.
The younger boy clings to Michael, hiding his face in the older boy's neck,
breathing in the comforting minty smell that's just so Michael. It smells like
home, and it helps Luke calm himself down. He knows that things like this will
happen, and it's not the same as when his father used to yell at him, because
now he has people who love him, who he loves back. He has Michael, Alex, and
now Ashton, who came to Luke's defense without question even though he barely
knows him.
Luke takes a deep breath, “It's o-okay Mikey,” he sighs, kissing the warm skin
of the older boy's neck. He feels the older boy relax when he speaks, the fear
of Luke feeling like he should return to his old ways just because of this
asshole leaving his body.
Luke removes his face from it's hiding place then, peeking over Michael's
shoulder, finding Ashton standing behind them awkwardly, like he's unsure of
what he should be doing. “Thank you, Ash. For defending me,” Luke speaks
softly, but Ashton's gaze still flicks over to him immediately, and he smiles
gently at the blonde boy. “Anytime Luke, there was no way that I could let him
get away with acting like that.”
Michael grins at that, thankful that no one can see his face. Ashton is
definitely a good guy, and the way he handled this situation has Michael
respecting him immediately. He's not going to mind having the curly haired boy
around at all.
Once Alex finished serving the customer who unfortunately had to witness that,
he saunters over to his employees, crouching down so that he's eye level with
Luke who is still in the same position on the floor. “I'm really sorry that you
had to go through that, Lukey. You and Mikey can go home and relax for the rest
of the day, Ash and I will take care of the restaurant, alright?”
Luke nods gratefully, “Thank you so much, Alex.” The brunette smiles, reaching
out to pat the younger boy's shoulder gently, “No problem buddy. Forget about
that asshole and go enjoy an afternoon off with Mikey, alright?” Alex pulls
away after that, standing up and giving the couple room to rise to their feet
as well. Michael keeps Luke in his arms, the younger boy simply tightening his
grip on his boyfriend's neck, wrapping his legs around Michael's waist to keep
himself up.
Michael doesn't even bother with grabbing his bag from the back room. He knows
it's safe here and his keys and wallet are in his pockets, so he has everything
he needs. “Thank you man, seriously.” He meets Alex's warm brown eyes, hoping
that the gratitude he feels comes through in his own green orbs. Alex nods,
waving him off. “It's nothing man, honestly. Love you, both of you.”
Michael opens his mouth to reply, but Luke's voice cuts him off unexpectedly.
“Love you too,” the younger boy mumbles sleepily, stifling a yawn in the crook
of Michael's neck. Michael smiles widely as this, and so does Alex. Despite all
the shitty things that have happened in the past, Michael knows that he's
extremely lucky to have such amazing friends, and such an amazing boyfriend.
With these people by his side, he thinks that he'll be able to get through
anything the future might throw at him.
***** Let Me Kiss You Inside Out *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry for how long this update took. I had a huge scholarship
     to finish and I was focusing on that. I also had a really hard time
     writing this chapter and I'm concerned that it's not the best that it
     can be :/. Anyways, I hope this chapter makes up for the wait? Enjoy
     ;). (title from Kiss You Inside Out by Hedley)
Michael smiled as he pulled the keys out of the ignition, admiring how cute
Luke looks. The blonde boy is curled up on the passenger seat, looking even
younger than usual as sleep softens his features. The event at the restaurant
has clearly exhausted him, and Michael definitely doesn't have the heart to
wake him, even for the five minutes that it will take to ascend the stairs to
their apartment He opts for carrying the younger boy instead, cradling him
against his chest as he makes his way towards the building.
Luke moves instinctively closer to the older boy, rubbing his face sleepily
against the soft material of Michael's work shirt. Michael can't help but smile
at this. The fact that the younger boy even finds comfort in his presence when
he's sleeping makes the blue haired boy feel warm and fuzzy, a overwhelming
wave of love washing over him. He sees Calum when he reaches the top of the
second flight of stairs, the dark haired boy is balancing a couple bags of
groceries in one hand, unlocking the door to his apartment with the other. He
takes one look at the sleeping boy in Michael's arms before smiling softly,
thankfully remaining quiet to avoid waking the exhausted boy.
Once Michael manages to get them into the apartment with one arm, the other
holding Luke's sleeping form, he puts the younger boy in their bed. He takes
off Luke's pants carefully, knowing that they won't be comfortable to sleep in,
climbing into the bed beside him once he sheds his own. He brings the blonde
boy to his chest, cuddling him close and kissing his temple. Michael grins at
the way Luke's lips strench into a smile, even though he's still fast asleep.
He's still pissed about what happened earlier, but he's glad that Luke seems to
be dealing with it really well. He makes a mental note to remind the younger
boy how much he loves him once they wake up from their nap, but for now he lets
sleep take him over, the exhaustion from the chaotic start to their day getting
to him.
...
Michael feels the beginning of consciousness burning through his mind, pulling
him from his deep slumber. He's prepared to immediately go back to sleep, the
delicious warmth of Luke's body pressed against his too good to resist, until
he realizes that the boy is shaking against him. His eyes shoot open
immediately, his protective side kicking in as he hears Luke's sobs echoing
through the room despite his feeble attempt to stifle them with his hand.
Michael leans over to pepper kisses all over the back of Luke's flushed neck,
“What's wrong, baby?” Luke shakes his head at this, only crying harder as he
turns over, burying his face in the familiar wamrth of Michael's neck. The
older boy wraps Luke up in his arms immediately, carding his fingers through
the soft blonde locks to calm the boy down.
Michael waits for Luke's breathing to return to normal before speaking,
“Nightmare?” He questions gently, placing a kiss on the younger boy's hair when
his grip on him tightens. Luke nods hesitantly, taking a deep, shuddering
breath before speaking.
“That guy today...” Luke pauses, shivering slightly before continuing.
Michael's blood boils at this, instinctively bringing the younger boy
impossibly closer, as if he can shield him from the pain of the world. “It just
reminded me of all the times my d-dad yelled.” Michael's heart breaks at this,
and he's not sure who he wants to kill more in that moment; that stranger or
Luke's father.
Michael pulls away from Luke slightly, holding the younger boy's chin in his
hand gently, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Luke,” he begins, sighing
gently. He kisses Luke's forehead softly, “You honestly have no idea how
special you are.”
Michael sees the doubt in Luke's eyes, but when the blonde boy opens his mouth
to disagree, Michael puts a finger on his mouth gently, silencing him. “No, I'm
not done,” Michael smiles at the blonde boy gently, continuing when the younger
boy gives him a small nod. “You deserved none of what happened today. That guy
was just an asshole who was determined to find something to pick on because
he's having a shitty day.” Luke shrugs at this, seemingly not convinced.
Michael sighs, determined to make Luke believe him. He leans in once again,
placing soft kisses all over the younger boy's face, grinning against the warm
skin when this draws a giggle from Luke. He meets the ocean blue gaze once
again, “You have no idea how amazing you are, Lukey. I love you so much.”
Michael brings his lips down the creamy expanse of Luke's neck, sucking a mark
into the porcelain skin. His tattooed fingers play with the hem of Luke's
shirt, tugging it up gently, removing his mouth from the blonde boy's neck so
he can pull the shirt over his head. He continues his trail of kisses, making
his way down the expanse of Luke's chest, stopping above the waistband of his
boxers. “Can I show you?” Michael gazes up at the blonde boy, smiling when he
nods shyly.
The older boy reaches back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it
aside. He's not concerned about himself, only wanting to take care of Luke, but
he doesn't want the younger boy to feel self conscious if there is a lack of
nakedness on Michael's part. He moves down to connect his lips to Luke's when
he's finished, slotting them together perfectly, pouring his love into the
gentle lip-lock.
He goes nice and slow, eventually licking his way into Luke's mouth, hand
coming up cup the blonde boy's cheek gently. “I love you,” he murmurs against
Luke's lips, causing both of them to smile into the kiss. Michael pulls back
then, trailing kisses down Luke's chest, fingers caressing his sides softly. He
wants to take his time with the blonde boy, making sure he feels loved,
cherished.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Luke's boxers, playfully rubbing at
the skin just below it, smirking at the way the younger boy whines at this,
desperate for his touch. He gives in, tugging them down gently, leaving Luke
completely naked beneath him. His eyes scan over the beautiful boy beneath him,
and he shivers when he's reminded of how perfect Luke is. He decides to voice
this, desperate for the blonde boy to believe him.
“You're so perfect, Lukey...” Michael mumbles, moving down to mouth along the
inside of Luke's thighs, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. Luke
moans at this, hand reaching down to tangle in the boy's blue locks, the
familiar weight of the blonde boy's long fingers comforting. He takes Luke's
length in his hand gently, stroking it so that it hardens beneath his palm. He
licks a hot stripe from the base to the tip, satisfaction spreading through his
chest when the blonde boy whines again, tugging on the messy strands of hair.
Michael settles for sucking on the tip gently, intent on making this last. Luke
has other plans, writhing beneath his boyfriend, “P-please, Mikey.” Luke is
beyond caring about sounding whiny, he just wants the older boy to touch him,
more than he is already.
Michael pulls back at this, looking up at the younger boy and smiling gently.
His blonde hair is a total mess, sticking out in every direction. Michael can't
help but grin at this, reaching out to smooth the hair down gently as he
speaks, “Can I try something new?”
Luke replies without hesitation, he trusts Michael completely and he knows the
boy would never do anything might make him uncomfortable. “Sure, anything. Just
touch me? Please?” Luke pouts at Michael, and the older boy lets out a chuckle,
leaning in to kiss the pout away. He pulls back again, noting the nervousness
on Luke's face as he reaches into the drawer of the bedside table. He kisses
him once more, popping the cap on the lube and squirting the substance onto his
fingers, coating them generously. “Trust me?” He brings his freehand up to cup
Luke's cheek gently, smile returning when the blonde boy nods instantly.
Michael leans in then, kissing the blonde boy fiercely, momentarily catching
him off guard. Once he regains his composure, Luke returns the kiss with just
as much passion, gasping into Michael's mouth when he feels the older boy's
fingers trace their way to his opening, rubbing at it with a lube coated
finger. Michael begins pushing it in gently, stopping when he reaches the first
knuckle.
“Are you okay, baby?” His voice sounds wrecked, decisively breathless as he
looks into the lust darkened blue eyes for reassurance. “Y-yeah. Holy shit
Michael, feels so good,” Luke pants, wiggling around at the feeling of
Michael's finger. The older boy chokes at this, his cock twitching at Luke's
blunt reply. He pulls himself together a moment later, “Oh yeah?” He asks,
pushing his finger the rest of the way in suddenly, causing the blonde boy to
moan loudly.
He pumps his finger slowly, unable to take his eyes off of Luke's face as he
squeezes his eyes shut tightly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he
begins rocking back against Michael's finger. “More. I need more,” Luke manages
between moans, hands flying up to grip at the smooth skin of Michael's back.
Michael grins yet again, adding a second finger slowly, kissing down Luke's jaw
to distract from the burn. He waits for the blonde boy to adjust to the stretch
before he quirks his fingers expertly, hitting the boy's prostate dead on.
“Holy f-fuck! Oh m-my god Michael. Again. I-” Luke literally yelps when Michael
repeats the motion, “Michael, Michael stop. Holy shit I'm going to come if you
don't stop.” Michael pulls his fingers out then, wiping them on the sheets
carelessly. His free hand caresses Luke's face lovingly, leaning in to press a
sweet kiss to the boy's soft lips.
“We don't have to go any further if you're not ready, baby. I don't want you to
feel pressured,” Michael's voice is soft, not wanting to disrrupt the peaceful
atmosphere. Luke shakes his head immediately, “No Michael, I want to do this. I
want you to make love to me, Mikey.” Luke gives Michael a pleading look, and
the older boy feels his stomach tighten at the honesty in Luke's words. He nods
immediately, reaching over to the drawer again to grab a condom. He turns to
face Luke once again, confusion written on his face as the younger boy puts a
hand on his arm to stop him.
“Ummm,” The blonde boy looks down shyly, as if contemplating whether or not he
should say what he's thinking. Michael puts two fingers under his chin, lifting
it so that he's forced to make eye contact with the older boy. Luke hesitates
for a moment longer before finally speaking his mind, “It's just- you don't
have to use a condom...”
Michael blinks at him in shock, not believing that those words just came out of
Luke's mouth. “Are you sure?” He questions, searching Luke's ocean blue irises
for any traces of doubt. “I'm positive,” Luke bites his lip nervously, finally
deciding on finishing his thought. “I want to feel close to you, no barriers.”
Michael literallygrowls at this, pressing his lips to Luke's, mouths sliding
together fervently. He feels around the bed beside them, fingers grasping the
lube when they come in contact with it. He reaches between their bodies,
slicking up his cock while he still kisses the blonde boy, only pulling back
when he lines his length up with Luke's entrance. The head of his cock brushes
against Luke and both boys moan loudly, “Are you ready?” Michael speaks gently,
wanting to be sure that Luke is never uncomfortable with something he's doing.
When the blonde boy nods in approval he pushes in slowly, placing kisses all
over Luke's face as it takes on a pained expression. When he finally bottoms
out, hips flush against the smooth skin of Luke's bum he breaks the kiss,
hiding his face in the younger boy's neck as he pants. “O-oh my god, you feel
s-so good Luke,” Michael's eyes squeeze shut, and he has to force himself to
remain still as he waits for the blonde boy's permission to move.
Luke feels so full, connected with Michael in the most intimate way possible.
He decides that the burn isn't that bad, and entirely worth it as his boyfriend
shakes above him, overcome by pleasure. “Move,” He tells Michael, hands finding
their way to Michael's bum, encouraging the boy to move. Michael rocks back
then, shivering with pleasure as he bottoms out once again, building up a slow
and steady rhythm. Moans tumble from the younger boy's lips, his hands coming
up to grip at Michael's back.
Luke feels a familiar warmth building up in his stomach, knowing that he's not
going to last much longer. “More, Mikey. F-faster,” Luke pants out, eyes
snapping shut at the pleasure. Michael brings his hands down, sliding them
under Luke's lower back gently, lifting his hips to get a better angle,
quickening his pace immediately. The new angle allows Michael to hit Luke's
sweet spot once again, “F-fuck! Oh my fucking god, Michael.”
Michael's dick twitches as the profanities continue to tumble from Luke's kiss
bitten lips, something that he had not been expecting from the younger boy. He
continues to pound into Luke's prostate, causing the younger boy to writhe
beneath him, fingernails biting into Michael's pale skin. “Michael, Mikey, I'm-
” Michael quickens his pace even further, “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your
pretty face when you come for me.”
That does it for Luke, vision turning white, thick spurts of come shooting out
as Michael's name leaving his mouth in a shout, nails dragging down his back as
he gets lost in the pleasure. Michael's hips jerk unexpectedly, his orgasm
sneaking up on him, triggered by a combination of the younger boy's face
contorted in pleasure as he releases between them, and the shock of Luke's
nails dragging down his back deliciously. “F-fuck Luke! I love you,” he burrys
his head in the blonde boy's neck, biting down as he rides out the aftershocks.
Michael shivers when he comes down from his high, managing to pull out gently
before he collapses on the bed beside Luke, pulling the blonde boy onto his
chest. Luke snuggles up to him immediately, burying his head in the crook of
Michael's neck, placing a soft kiss there. “Thank you Michael, I love you so
much,” Luke says the last part shyly, grinning when Michael replies back
immediately. “I love you too Lukey, so much. Now go to sleep, alright?”
Michael ducks down to place a kiss on Luke's messy hair, smiling fondly when he
realizes that the blonde boy has already fallen asleep. He lays his head back
down, tightening his grip on Luke, drifting off into unconsciousness almost
immediately.
***** Look At The Roses In Your Garden, You Can Breathe Now And Forget *****
Chapter Notes
     Surprise ;). Another update for you lovely people to make up for the
     really long wait last time. Enjoy xx (title is from Cinderblock
     Garden by All Time Low)
When Luke's eyes open the next morning they are met with the soft glow of the
morning light. His left cheek is warm, still resting in it's place on Michael's
chest. He smiles when he realizes their fingers are intertwined, resting on the
smooth skin of Michael's tummy. The sheets are soft against his naked body, and
Luke honestly feels so blissful. Last night was the best night of his life, and
he's so thankful that he shared that experience with Michael.
Michael begins stirring beneath Luke, bringing him out of his thoughts. It's
almost as if the older boy could sense Luke thinking about him, bringing him
out of his slumber. The blonde boy feels Michael's fingers tighten around his,
giving them a reassuring squeeze as he leans down and presses a kiss to the top
of Luke's head. “Morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
Michael's voice is rough and scratchy with sleep, making Luke smile even wider,
lifting his head so that blue eyes can meet sleepy green. “I slept great,” he
informs the older boy, a smile spreading across Michael's face when he sees how
genuinely happy Luke is. “Good,” Michael replies softly, unable to resist
leaning in, placing a soft kiss on the younger boy's lips.
Michael pulls away, face scrunching up, “Let's go shower, we need to wash this
dried up come off.” Luke's eyes widen at Michael's blunt statement, making the
older boy chuckle as he gets up off the bed. Luke moves to do the same,
whimpering when a sharp pain shoots through his lower body. Michael moves to
his side immediately, “Here, I'll carry you,” he offers, tone apologetic as he
gather's the blonde boy in his arms. He imagines that the boy is really sore,
and will be for the next few days.
They shower, Michael taking his time with the younger boy, soaping him up
gently, scrubbing at his scalp with the minty shampoo. Once they're both nice
and clean, Michael heats up some leftover pizza and they lounge around on the
couch, Netflix playing on the TV. Alex had texted Michael this morning, telling
them to not bother coming into work that afternoon, insisting that Luke take
another day to recover. Michael is extremely grateful for this, just another
reminder that Alex is the best boss they could ask for.
They spend quite a few hours cuddled up on the couch, the now empty plates that
previously contained slices of pizza resting on the coffee table. The peaceful
afternoon only being interrupted when Michael's phone rings from it's place on
the coffee table, the older boy pausing the episode of Catfish that's currently
playing to answer the call.
Michael hits the answer button when he sees that it's Ashton calling. He
briefly wonders what the older boy could want before holding the phone up to
his ear, “Hello?” Ashton's cheery voice comes through the speaker immediately,
“Hey, Michael! I'm just leaving the restaurant now and Cal and I were just
wondering if you and Luke might want to stop by for dinner? I mean, we work
together now, and we live in the same building, so I figured we might as well
get to know each other?”
Michael is surprised at first, he honestly can't remember the last time someone
called to make plans with him. “Michael? Are you still there?” Michael shakes
himself out of his thoughts, realizing that he has yet to reply to the other
boy. “Um, yeah. One second, let me just ask Luke, okay?” He glances over at the
blonde boy then, taking the phone away from his ear when Ashton makes a sound
of approval, muting the microphone so he can ask Luke without the curly haired
boy hearing.
“Do you want to go to Ashton and Calum's house for dinner, babe?” Michael looks
into Luke's eyes carefully, seeing no hesitation in the blue orbs as he nods in
agreement, “Sure.” The older boy smiles, proud of how far Luke has come with
his social anxiety. He returns to his call with Ashton, agreeing to head over
to their apartment around 6pm. Michael is excited to meet Calum properly,
curious to see how the raven haired boy acts. He's decided that he likes Ashton
a lot, especially after he defended Luke when Michael wasn't there to do it
himself, so he assumes that his boyfriend will be nice as well.
...
When 6pm rolls around, Luke's palms are slick with sweat. He knows that things
will be fine, Ashton is a great guy and he's been nothing but nice to Luke, but
he can't help the nerves that bubble in his stomach. He plays with the sleeves
of his (Michael's) flannel nervously as he waits for the older boy to finish
styling his infamous hair. When the older boy emerges from the bathroom he
leans down to kiss Luke's forehead tenderly, “Don't worry too much, Lukey.
It'll be fun.”
The blonde boy smiles, loving how Michael always seems to know what he's
thinking. He knows that the blue haired boy is right, they need to get out of
the house more often, and this is a good place to start. By the time they make
their way down to the door of Ashton and Calum's apartment, the nerves in
Luke's stomach have settled considerably, Michael's hand in his keeping him
calm.
Ashton is the one to open the door, a bright smile on his face as he greets
them, “Hey guys! Come on in!” Michael replies with a simple hello, Luke opting
for offering Ashton a small, shy smile, which the older boy returns. The boys
enter the living room, following Ashton's lead. Calum is sitting on the large
sofa, scrolling through his phone, head popping up at their arrival. “Hey,” he
waves shyly, offering the boys a friendly smile.
Luke smiles back immediately, deciding that he Likes Calum already. The boy
just gives off a calming vibe, and Luke's previous nerves fade completely.
Michael and Luke join Calum on the couch, watching the football game as Ashton
finishes preparing dinner. Luke smiles as he watches Michael and Calum yell at
the players on the screen, completely absorbed in the game.
When dinner is ready the boys sit around the table, chatting aimlessly about
music, football, and video games as they eat. Luke enjoys himself, smiling and
even giggling a couple times at the jokes that Calum cracks throughout the
night, and Michael can't stop grinning as he sees how happy the younger boy is.
At the end of the night they whip out Calum's acoustic guitar, messing around
and singing along to Blink songs really off-key and loud. Luke even joins in on
the fun, Michael's chest swelling with pride at the fact that Luke is being
himself, rather than worrying about what Calum and Ashton will think of him. He
knows that the other couple love Luke already (the blonde boy is basically
irresistible), and he thinks that they could become really good friends with
Ashton and Calum.
***** We're Gonna Rattle This Ghost Town *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry that this is kind of a boring filler, but things are going to
     get exciting next chapter ;). Also this isn't really edited at all so
     sorry if it's shit LOL. Enjoy xx. (title is from Anna Sun by Walk The
     Moon)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael looks up from the money he's currently counting to watch Luke and
Ashton, lips forming fond smile. The two boys were arguing over the last
cookie, the one that Alex told them to get rid of because it would be stale by
tomorrow, until they finally settled on splitting it. The look of glee on
Luke's face when Ashton placed the other half of the chocolatey treat in his
hand makes Michael's heart swell, he has such an overwhelming amount of love
for this boy.
Just as he finishes with the money, returning it to it's rightful place in the
cash register, Alex strolls into the dining room, “Hey guys! I was thinking
that we should get together this weekend? We could have a potluck or something
and watch the football game on Saturday?” The brunette raises his eyebrow in
question, leaning against the counter as he waits for their response. Everyone
nods in agreement, causing Alex to smile widely.
“Cool! So this Saturday, my house? Oh, and Ashton?” Alex turns his gaze to the
curly haired boy, who looks up at the mention of his name, “You should bring
your man, I'm dying to meet him.” Alex winks suggestively, causing Ashton to
blush immediately.
Michael decides that he's actually really looking forward to the weekend now,
excited to spend time with his friends. Getting out of the house to actually go
somewhere that isn't just work or Calum and Ashton's apartment, which doesn't
even require leaving the building, will be good for both Luke and himself. He
looks over at the younger boy then, finding him giggling at something Alex is
saying to him. He sighs in relief when he sees no trace of nerves in the blonde
boy at the mention of having to actually go out somewhere new, and he can't
help the wave of pride that washes over him.
Luke has come so far in these last couple months, and seeing him this happy
makes Michael happy as well. They both help each other, and Michael is just so
thankful that he met Luke when he did.
...
Jack is pacing around the small living room of the Hemmings residence, sighing
in frustration when he realizes that he has no new ideas.Where the hell would a
scared teenager go in such a small town that makes him so hard to find?
He turns around, studying the photographs on the wall behind him for what must
be the hundredth time in the last few weeks, scowling at Luke's perfectly
quiffed blonde hair. Whether it takes a few more weeks, a few more months, or
even a few years, Jack is determined to find this fucking kid. He knows his
father wants nothing more than to find Luke, to teach him the lesson he
deserves for disrespecting him like that. As if it wasn't just bad enough for
him to be such a disgrace, he goes and ruins the family image further by
running away from home.
Just like his fucking mother, Jack lights a cigarette, taking a long drag
before letting it out slowly, sighing distastefully. He just hopes that if he
finds Luke his father will see that he's loyal, that he's the better son.
Jack is pulled out of his thoughts then, head turning towards the door when he
hears his father's heavy footsteps approaching. The older man looks worn out,
handing a couple pieces of paper to Jack, “There's some maps for a few places
that he might be, but the little shit definitely doesn't want to be found.” Mr.
Hemmings scratches his stubble, downing the rest of his beer and placing
throwing the empty bottle across the room in frustration.
Jack eyes the broken glass indifferently, used to the way his father acts at
this point. He just hopes that these places will at least give them some kind
of clue about his brother's whereabouts.
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***** I've Seen You Circling The Sky Above My Head *****
Chapter Notes
     Shit is getting real guys. Also, don't think that because Jack is
     kind of evil in this story that I don't love him with all my heart in
     real life, because I do. It's just necessary for the plot! Can i just
     say that I'm seeing All Time Low in two weeks and I'm losing my shit?
     (Title is from A Match Into Water by Pierce The Veil, such a good
     song.) Oh and, if you guys want to know anything about me, feel free
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Michael takes his eyes away from the road for a moment, glacing at Luke where
he sits in the passenger seat, humming along to the music pouring through the
speakers. “Are you excited for tonight?” Michael questions the blonde boy,
turning his eyes back to the road while he awaits the younger boy's respons.
Luke smiles as he thinks about the evening that awaits him, “Yeah, I am. I love
hanging out with Alex, Ash, and Cal. They're really nice guys.”
Michael smiles as well, silently thanking God that they have such good friends.
He doesnt know what they did to deserve those 3 boys, but he hopes that they
never leave his life. He was currently headed to the grocery store, Luke and
him picking up some kind of pre-made dessert after work before heading home to
get ready for the little work party at Alex's. He thought about actually
putting effort into what they were bringing, but time slipped away from them
and there's no time to actually sit down at cook now. Besides, he's sure that
their friends won't mind, anything store bought will be a hundred times better
than something Michael attempts to make.
He steers into the driveway of the grocery store now, parking the car and
taking the keys out of the ignition. He walks around to Luke's side, opening
the door for him, a sweet habit that just stuck with the couple from the
beginning. He holds his hand out for the blonde boy, helping him up at placing
a quick kiss Luke's cheek. The younger boy smiles, “love you,” he says shyly,
glancing up at Michael through his lashes.
Michael smiles widely, “I love you too, baby. Now let's go grab something so we
can head home,” The older boy keeps Luke's hand in his, intertwining their
fingers as they walk up to the entrance of the grocery store.
...
Jack walks around aimlessly, whisper yelling into his phone as he turns down an
aisle filled with various canned goods. “No-” He rolls his eyes, frustrated as
his father cuts him off before he can finish speaking. “No, dad. We've been
looking for how many weeks? I think if we were going to fucking find this kid,
we would have already.” The brunette grabs some canned vegetables, tossing them
into the basket he's holding as his father continues to argue with him on the
other line.
He examines the different kinds of tomato sauce, sighting in frustration as he
waits for Andrew to finish. “The little shit is probably long gone. I bet he
went to another town or something. I didn't think he would be smart enough to
realize that in a town this small we would find him, but I guess I thought
wrong.” He chooses the cheapest kind of sauce, adding it to his slowly filling
basket, making his way out of this aisle. His father goes on about how Luke
isn't smart enough to go to another town, and Jack cuts him off, “Well there
where the fuck is he? It's not like-” Jack is cut off as he turns the corner,
colliding with someone who he didn't even see coming.
“Shit!” He curses, automatically reaching out to steady the boy he crashed
into. “One minute dad,” he speaks into the phone, pulling it away from his ear
to apologize to the kid he almost knocked over. The words get caught in his
throat, however, when the boy standing in front of him is the very boy he's
been looking for all this time. He can't believe it, the blonde quiff and
piercing blue eyes staring back at him belonged to his brother, he's sure of
it. He feels like the photograph he's been staring at for months is coming
alive right before his eyes, and he struggles to compose himself before the
blonde boy notices that he's totally staring.
“Sorry man, I didn't even see you coming, are you okay?” He wants to roll his
eyes at the fake sincerity in his voice, but he manages to remain neutral as he
waits for the blue eyed boy to reply. “It's okay,” Luke mumbles, looking down
at his shoes shyly. The older man opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted
by a new voice, approaching from the corner Luke just turned.
“Lukey?” A blue head pokes around the corner, eyeing Jack suspiciously. The
brunette puts on his best fake smile, offering his hand to the blue haired
stranger, “Hey man, I totally didn't mean to bump into him, my apologies.” Jack
waits while the boy stares at his hand for a moment, finally shaking it briefly
before pulling the blonde boy towards him protectively. “It's alright man, but
we have to get going now. See you around,” Jack nods as the boys retreat,
turning down the aisle he was in moments ago.
Jack waits until the two boys are safely out of hearing range, bringing the
phone to his ear slowly. “Dad? I found him.”
***** When Reality Sets In Place, You'll Be Showing The World Your Second Face
*****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! Sorry that this took a few days, it's my last semester of
     senior year so it's definitely busy. I hope you enjoy this short but
     necessary chapter! (Title is from Deadly Conversation by State
     Champs. If you haven't checked them out, please do. They're seriously
     amazing and deserve recognition!)
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Michael briefly wonders why the short encounter with that stranger felt so
weird, shrugging before be grabs Luke's hand, leading him towards the exit.
“Let's get going then, yeah? I already grabbed what we need.” The blonde boy
boy turned to his boyfriend, agreeing with the boy as he tugs him towards the
cash register, quickly paying for everything before getting into the car once
again. Luke stared out the window as they headed towards their apartment,
watching the familiar surroundings pass by them as he got lost in thought.
There was something about the stranger that he just bumped into that made it
hard to get him out of his head. He was simply... Intriguing. The image of his
dark hair, interrupted by a splash of blonde that seemed to be randomly placed
over the top of his head was burning in Luke's mind as the car pulled into the
small parking lot. He knew that it wasn't because he was attracted to the boy,
not at all, for some reason that thought made him eternally cringe, but there
was something else that drew him to the stranger.
Luke shakes his head, deciding that there's no point in dewelling on this
subject, not like he's ever going to see the stranger again, anyways. He smiles
when Michael opens his door, a gentleman like always. The two boys chat
aimlessly as they make their way up to the second floor apartment, smiling and
laughing at each other like always, the thought of the stranger being pushed
further and further back in his mind.
...
Jack curses as he turns around, deciding that he needs to follow those boys if
they have any chance of going anywhere with this discovery. “Dad, I'm following
him. I'll keep you informed as soon as something happens, okay? Bye.” The 26
year old weaves through the aisles carefully, trying to look as casual as
possible as he maes his way through the small grocery store. The last thing he
needs is for some old ass lady to think he looks suspicious, he doesnt have
time for that. He turns around the corner of the last aisle, reeling back when
he sees the two boys standing at the cash register directly in front of him,
breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that he noticed them before they noticed
him. He got the feeling that this blue haired boy was going to be a real bitch
to deal with, he seems to be extremely protective of Luke, and he doubts that
they'll get through him easily.
He peeks around the shelves briefly, watching as the blue haired boy finishes
paying and grabs Luke's hand, leading him towards the door. Fuck it.
Jack makes a beeline for the door, rushing out into the cold night air,
throwing his car door open quickly. Just as he starts it up, the couple's car
pulls out of the space it was parked in. Perfect.
He attempts to make the fact that he's following their car subtle, taking
detours here and there that still allowed him to watch the car so that he
wouldn't lose them or make the other boy suspicious. When the beaten up car
that the blue haired stranger is driving pulls into the parking lot of a small
apartment building he grins to himself widely, got you.
He can't believe his luck, not only did he find his disgrace of a brother, but
he also found out where he lives.
Looks like the little shit isn't as smart as he thinks he is.
Chapter End Notes
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***** To Colour In The Darker Side Of All My Brightest Hopes *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry that this took longer than planned, my Saturday was much busier
     than anticipated and Sunday and Monday I was out of town on a
     Mother's Day road trip! Hopefully you enjoy this! Also, I know the
     last couple chapters have been short but they're necessary to set up
     the plot. It will be back to normal soon! ( title is from Paint Your
     Wings by All Time Low, who I'm seeing live in 5 fucking days holy
     shit. Are any of you guys by chance going to their concert in
     Plymouth?) -Kara xx
Michael and Luke giggle as they close the door to their shared apartment behind
them, the atmosphere bright and cheerful, both boys in a really good mood after
spending an enjoyable night with their friends. It was well past midnight
before they decided to get going, deciding that starting another competitive
game of Fifa was a bad idea if they wanted to get home at a decent hour.
Calum fit in with the group of boys instantly, laughing along with their stupid
jokes and even helping them prank alex by replacing his sugar with salt when he
wasn't looking. Michael hopes that the have these get-togethers more often, he
forgot what it's like to have friends, and he decides that having people around
is a really good feeling.
He smiles as he watches Luke struggle to kick off his all black vans, blue eyes
meeting his sheepishly when he finally manages to get them off. “You're so
fucking cute,” Michael can't keep the wide smile off his face, pulling the
blonde boy into his arms, kissing him chastely. Luke giggles into the kiss,
hands sliding behind Michael's neck, fingers gripping the warm skin there.
Their lips slide together sweetly, and Michael can't resist catching Luke's
bottom lip between his teeth. This draws a moan from the blonde boy
immediately, what started as a chaste kissing becoming quickly heated. Michael
licks his way into the younger boy's mouth, tongue tangling with Luke's, his
hands slowly making their way down to the boy's bum.
He pulls back resting his forehead against Luke's as he tries to catch his
breath. He squeezes Luke's bum, mumbling a breathless, “jump.” The blonde boy
wraps his long legs around Michael's waist securely, the older boy walking them
to the bedroom blindly, managing to get them to the bed without breaking the
kiss.
Several minutes later when Michael is struggling to catch his breath, Luke's
naked body pressed against his own, the mess they made sticking to both of
their chests, the blue haired boy can't help but think that he would like to
marry this beautiful blonde boy one day.
...
Calum made his way to the kitchen of his and Ashton's shared apartment, the
curly haired boy in the shower across the apartment, singing loudly to some
Nirvana song as steam pours through the crack in the door. The dark haired boy
stops at the small window near the dining table, glancing out at the miserable
rainy sky.
He pulls back, starting to turn when he spots a dark figure amongst the trees
of the small forest that lines the back of the apartment building. He spins
back around, catching a glimpse of dark brown and blonde hair before the man
turns abruptly, quickly retreating when he realizes that Calum saw him. The man
is clad in all black, hood up to shield most of his face, which Calum
immediately sees as a red flag. Why the fuck is this guy scoping out their
apartment?
Calum shakes his head, deciding that he's probably just being paranoid. Maybe
the guy was just going for a walk through the woods, Calum does that sometimes
when he just needs to relax. The dark haired boy has the tendency to jump to
conclusions, Ashton has told him this at least a million times. So, he pushes
the thoughts of the mystery man aside and grabs the things he needs to make
himself and Ashton tea before bed, no point in getting himself worked up over
nothing.
Well, he hopes it's just nothing.
***** A Glimmer Lighting Up These Cotton Streets *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the nice
     comments you guys leave, you're all so cute and sweet. I leave my
     social media at the end note if you want to talk to me on there, and
     you should! (title is from Disconnected by the one and only 5 Seconds
     of Summer) P.S. Are you guys going to rowyso? If so you should tell
     me which date in the comments!
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Michael stirs into conciousness slowly, opening his eyes to be greeted by the
soft light peeking through the curtains. His gaze drifts down to his beautiful
boyfriend who is currently curled into Michael's body, his warm cheek pressed
firmly against the older boy's chest, blonde hair tickling his chin. He grins
when he notices their fingers are still intertwined, resting on Michael's soft
stomach, just like they were when they went to sleep the night before.
Michael nuzzles his nose in Luke's bedhead, smiling at the familiar minty scent
of his shampoo, mixed with a soft, comforting scent that is just Luke. His mind
wanders to the fact that Luke's birthday is only a couple of weeks away, and he
knows that he wants to do something special for his baby boy. He looks around
the room as he searches his mind for an idea, something unique that will really
show Luke just how special he is to Michael. His green orbs get locked on the
way Luke's skin seems to glow in the morning light, the soft cotton sheets just
barely covering his naked body, his golden hair looking ethereal as it catches
the sunbeams, almost like a halo.
It's this scene before him, mixed with the sudden replay of all the memories
the two have made together throughout the last few months, that causes the
perfect idea to pop into Michael's mind. He knows exactly what he's going to do
to make this the best birthday of his little sunshine's life, and he's certain
that the boy will love it.
A week later...
Michael rushes to the door when he hears a knock on it, grinning when he pulls
it open to reveal a smiling Alex, “Hey man.” The stress is evident in his
voice, and Alex seems to pick up immediately, patting his blue haired friend on
the back.
“Dude, he's going to love it, stop stressing,” the older brunette smiles
warmly. “He would love anything you did, really,” he adds, stepping away and
calling out to let the blonde boy know that he's here. Michael sighs, nodding
his head, “You're right man. Thanks again for all your help over the last
couple weeks, it means a lot.”
Alex winks at him, “Anything for my little man,” he grins mischievously,
capturing the younger boy in a headlock before he can escape. Michael whines,
thrashing around when Alex starts messing up his hair., causing the older boy
to smirk and pull away.
Luke approaches then, pouting at Michael as the older boy leans in to give him
a kiss on the cheek. “Mikeyyyy, can't I just have one hint?” Luke tries to pull
out his puppy eyes, which admittedly would have sucked Michael in if it wasn't
for Alex grabbing the blonde boy's hand, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder
as he lead Luke to his car. “See you tonight, baby!” Michael calls after the
younger boy, blowing him a kiss when he continues to pout teasingly, pulling
the door shut behind him.
“Okay,” he mumbles to himself, fisting his faded blue hair and chewing on his
lip as he thinks over what he's about to do. Is this good enough for someone as
perfect as Luke? He hopes so.
Michael decides to man up and get things ready for later, starting with a new
dye job for his shitty faded hair. When he was planning out the night, his mind
wandered back to about a month ago, when Luke and him were driving home from
the restaurant, chatting idly. The blonde boy had insisted that Michael dye his
hair red, claiming that it would “bring out his eyes.” The older boy had hummed
in agreement, telling him that he would do that the next time he got around to
dying his hair.
He thought it would be the perfect surprise for Luke's birthday, which is why
he was here now, reading the instructions on the bottle of hair dye. He glances
over everything, seeing that it was pretty much the same thing as every other
hair dye he's ever used, shrugging and setting the bottle aside.
Michael mixes the bleach carefully, wishing he had Luke here to help him as he
attempts to apply it to the back of his head, struggling to make sure that
every strand was evenly coated. When that is finished setting, his hair rinsed
and blow dried he glances at the red bottle nervously, hoping that Luke likes
the turn out. Red was one of the few colours that Michael hadn't tried before,
so he had no idea if this would suit him.
Fuck it. He just goes for it, using a brush to apply the red dye all over his
head, carefully avoiding his forehead and neck. He hates that he has to wait 45
minutes for this shit to set, anxious to see what the final product looks like.
He puts on Netflix, hoping that the entertainment will help the time pass
quicker.
When it's finally time to rinse, Michael jumps up off the couch, narrowly
avoiding staining the cushions with dye in his frenzy. When he finishes
toweling his hair dry he glances in the mirror, grinning at his reflection. He
did not expect the dye to he so vibrant, a shock compared to his porcelain skin
and green eyes, but he kind of loves it.
He has a feeling Luke is going to approve.
Chapter End Notes
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***** I've Found My Sweet Escape When I'm Alone With You *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! Here's Luke's birthday part 1. Please don't hate me for
     cutting the smut out of this chapter, because honestly I'm doing it
     for you guys. I'm sure y'all want some good smut, and I couldn't fit
     it in here without either cutting it down or having a weirdly long
     chapter, and I know you guys don't want me to cut it down ;). So,
     patience. I'll try to update really soon! My parents are away and I'm
     watching my sister, so this week has been and will continue to be
     busy af, but I will be updating as soon as I have time! Enjoy this
     cuteness! (title is obviously from Disconnected by the wonderful
     5sos)
     -Kara
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Michael wipes his clammy hands on his jeans as he stares at the screen of his
phone, waiting for Alex to text him a warning that they're here and Luke is
coming up to the apartment. He stands up from his place on the couch, checking
his hair for the hundredth in the mirror by the front door. Just as he reaches
up to fuss with the red strands, his phone dings, the loud sound startling him.
Oh my god, they're here.
Michael gives up on his hair, blowing out a shaky breath as he chews on his
lip, peeking out of the peephole so that he can see when Luke comes up and open
the door for his boyfriend. He almost laughs when he realizes how ridiclous
he's being, sweaty palms pressed flat against the door as he waits to pounce on
the handle. It's just Luke, his long term boyfriend who he has no reason to be
this nervous around.
Just as he manages to calm himself down, his breathing slowing back down to
normal, he sees Luke's blonde head peek up from the stairs. Michael smiles
widely as he swings the door open, catching the younger boy off guard. He did
not expect Michael to be waiting there for him, and he definitely didn't expect
him to have red hair.
Luke's blue eyes widen, his jaw falling open as he scans over his now red
headed boyfriend slowly. “Holy fuck,” he manages, drawing a giggle out of
Michael. The older boy reaches out, pulling his shell shocked boyfriend in for
a chaste kiss, which seems to snap him out of his trance. He smiles at the boy,
“So, I take it that you like my hair?”
Luke lets out a breathless giggle at this, reaching up to run his fingers
through the soft strands. “I love it,” he whispers, almost like he's sharing a
secret him. Michael grabs his hand, pulling him into the apartment and shutting
the door, “Thanks, babe. Now, I have a special night planned for you. Let's
start with dinner, shall we?” Luke nods in response, curiosity flashing in his
ocean blue orbs.
Michael leads him to their little kitchen where he set the table nicely, even
lighting some mint scented candles, a scent that he knows brings comfort to
Luke, because it reminds the younger boy of him. Judging my the grin on Luke's
face when he sees the set up, he did something right. He pulls the blonde boy's
chair out for him, pushing him back in politely before sitting down. The meal
was simple, just spaghetti and meat balls with a small side salad, but Luke
appreciated it nonetheless. Just the fact that Michael took the time out of his
night to set this up for him made Luke feel really special, he felt loved.
Once they were finished their dinner, Michael even pulled out a piece of
cheesecake for them to share. Admittedly he didn't make that himself, but hey,
the thought is still there. He grabs one fork, and the couple take turns
feeding each other bites, giggling when Michael misses Luke's mouth one of the
times, resulting in him having to lick some of cherry topping off of the blonde
boy's chin.
When their giggles finally die down Michael stands up, pulling Luke with him.
“It's time for your present!” He chirps excitedly, leading Luke to the couch
and sitting him down. The blonde boy eyes him warily, unsure of what the older
boy could have planned for him. When he sees Michael pick up his guitar off the
stand a wide grin spreads across his face, his stomach bubbling with
anticipation.
Michael sits down in front of him, criss-crossing his legs and placing the
guitar in his lap comfortably. He glances up at his beautiful boy from under
his lashes, placing his fingers on the strings, immediately relaxing at the
familiar feeling. “So, um. I wrote this for you, it's called 'disconnected',”
he smiles shyly, strumming the intro.
“Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh” Michael starts out tentatively, fingers gliding over
the strings.
“Life's a tangled web, of cell phone calls and hashtag I-don't-knows, and you
you're so caught up In all the blinking lights and dial tones. I admit I'm a
bit of a victim in the worldwide system too, but I've found my sweet escape
when I'm alone with you.” Michael begins to get lost in the song, always
feeling most comfortable when he has the familiar weight of a guitar in his
lap.
By the time the chorus rolls around, he's smiling as he sings, risking a glance
up at Luke. When he finds the older boy staring at him in awe, a huge grin
spread across his face, his stomach bubbles with happiness. “I like the summer
rain, I like the sounds you make, we put the world away, we get so
disconnected. You are my getaway, you are my favorite place, we put the world
away, yeah we're so disconnected.”
Michael's mind wanders back to the morning that inspired these lyrics, his
heart warming at the image of Luke sprawled out on the bed, the morning sun
complimenting his features. “Hands around my waist, you're counting up the
hills across the sheets. And I'm a falling star, a glimmer lighting up these
cotton streets.”
Michael watches Luke's reaction carefully, loving the look of fondness that is
plastered on the younger boy's features as he watches his boyfriend play. Oh oh
o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh. We're so disconnected. Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh.” Michael
finishes softly, eyes widening when he looks up to find Luke crying.
He jumps up immediately, putting the guitar back on the stand and pulling Luke
into his lap, wrapping his arms around the younger boy. “Why are you crying,
baby? I'm sorry...” Michael feels bad, he didn't mean to upset him. Luke shoves
his face into the warm crook of Michael's neck, breathing in the minty scent to
calm himself down. When he finally feels stable, he pulls back and looks into
Michael's emerald eyes. He cups the older boy's cheeks, leaning in to place
several kisses all over his face. When he leans back again he sees the
confusion in Michael's eyes, sighing.
“It's just...” Luke pauses, trying to gather his thoughts. “No one has ever put
that much effort into my birthday before. It made me feel so special, I wasn't
crying because I'm sad.” Michael sighs in relief, “So you liked it then?” He
asks this timidly, even though it's clear that Luke loved it, Michael needs to
hear him say that. The blonde boy nods immediately, “Oh my god, Mikey! Are you
serious? I loved it. I could listen to you sing that on repeat for hours.”
Michael smiles for the thousandth time that night, bringing Luke in for a
passionate kiss. The younger boy responds immediately, his hands flying up to
tangle in Michael's newly dyed hair, pushing himself impossibly closer to the
boy. Michael's hands rub up and down Luke's sides gently as he nips at the
blonde boy's lip, coaxing a moan from him.
He secures his hands under Luke's bum, lifting them up without breaking the
kiss, blindly walking towards their bedroom as he slips his tongue into Luke's
mouth, licking around hotly.
The younger boy is going to get the best birthday sex of his life.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Our Breathing Has Got Too Loud (I’m Feeling This) *****
Chapter Notes
     I intended this to be up quicker than it was, but I did 3 scholarship
     applications this week so I was super busy. It's here now though!
     Enjoy ;). (title is from Feeling This by Blink 182)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael throws the door to their room open, feeling around blindly for the
light switch. He wants to see how beautiful Luke looks writhing beneath him,
all rational thoughts overtaken by pleasure. He walks them over to the bed,
making sure to lay the blonde boy down gently, always conscious of his safely,
no matter how turned on he is.
Once they were situated on the bed, it was like Michael kicked down all the
rational walls in his head, letting the lust take over him. His lips made a hot
trail down Luke's jaw, his teeth dragging across the soft skin there, nibbling
on his ear when he reaches it. “So, babe,” Michael starts off, licking the
outer shell of Luke's ear as he breathed into it. “What do you want me to do?”
The older boy smirks against the warm skin behind Luke's ear, reveling in the
loud moan that errupts from the younger boy.
Luke is panting at this point, struggling to form words through the foggy cloud
of bliss overtaking his head. “Your mouth,” Luke manages, his voice sounding
incredibly breathless as Michael's grin widens even further, the now red haired
boy humming in response as he drags his lips even further down, teeth grazing
his nipple teasingly. “F-Fuck, Mikey. Stop being a tease,” Luke whines, not
even caring if he sounds like a little bitch. It is his birthday after all, and
all he wants is for Michael to fucking touch him.
Michael senses the blonde boy's frustration, deciding to take pity in him as he
sucks on his nipple harshly, his fingers trailing down to brush over the bulge
in Luke's pants before he finally drags down the zipper, popping the button
open and tugging off the tight black denim harshly. “Gonna make you feel so
good...” Michael mumbles against Luke's hipbone, taking the elastic band of the
younger boy's boxers in his teeth, dragging the material down slowly.
“This is so hot,” Luke gasps out, fingers flying Michael's freshly dyed hair as
the older boy sucks on the inside of Luke's thighs, gently nipping on the skin
there every so often. The blonde boy was practically shaking under his touch,
eyes squeezed shut, mouth open wide as uncontrollable moans tumble from his
kiss swollen lips.
Michael's hand finds its way to Luke's dick, stroking it lazily as he still
mouths at the skin of his inner thighs, pulling away immediately when the
perfect idea suddenly pops into his head. Luke's head shoots up immediately at
the loss of contact, confusion breaking through the cloud of lust fogging his
vision. He looks at Michael quizzically, cocking an eyebrow at the red haired
boy as he grins at him widely.
“Hey, baby, I wanna try something new. Are you up for it?” Michael's voice is
suspiciously eager, but Luke finds himself nodding immediately. He trusts the
boy completely, and he knows that if Michael wants to do something it will make
him feel good, the older boy always takes care of him. So, he doesn't even
question it when Michael spreads his legs a little bit wider, nestling his body
between them as he brings his lips back to the warm skin of Luke's thighs.
However, he does begin to question things when Michael's lips completely avoid
his dick, moving past it as they instead trail down to his balls, sucking on
them gently before going down even further.
Luke moans quietly, because despite the confusion, whatever the older boy was
doing felt really good, and he definitely didn't want him to stop. Then, Luke
feels the warm wet heat of Michael's tongue licking a hot, filthy stripe up his
entrance, “Oh. Oh my God,” Luke tugs on Michael hair tightly, unable to stop
the sounds of pleasure from slipping out. He was not expecting this, and he was
definitely not expecting it to feel this good.
He cant help but tug his boyfriend's head closer to his body, a breathless
giggle escaping Michael's lips, the vibration from it running through Luke's
entire body, causing him to shudder with pleasure. The older boy regains his
composure quickly, returning to his previous task, his tongue now prodding at
Luke's entrance teasingly. He pushes past the tight ring of muscle
experimentally, grinning at the sound that it draws from his beautiful
boyfriend.
Admittedly, Michael has been thinking about doing this since the first time
Luke and him did anything remotely sexual, and he was happy to be finally doing
it. He reaches down to spread Luke's cheeks apart gently, burying his face even
deeper, causing the blonde boy to groan loudly. Michael reaches his free hand
out blindly, relief flooding through him when he comes in contact with the
bedside table, rifling through the drawer for a moment before pulling out the
little pink bottle he was looking for. He slicks his finger up with the lube,
prodding at the younger boy's entrance once he's finished, tongue still moving
in and out at a steady pace.
Luke's blue eyes shoot open immediately, meeting Michael's emerald green ones
as he manages to look cheeky even though his mouth is preoccupied. “W-What are
you doing?” Luke chokes out, eyes snapping back closed when he realizes what
the older boy is holding up. Strawberry flavoured lube, damn that's hotter than
it should be. “Fuck, Mikey.”
Michael goes back to his work, inserting the slick finger alongside his tongue,
moaning at the pleasant fruity taste. Luke's hips buck instinctively at the
feeling of Michael moaning against him, and the older boy pulls back for a
moment, looking up at the blonde boy with a devlish grin. “Want you to come
untouched, baby. Just from my tongue and fingers inside you.”
Luke's eyes widen, his body visbily shivering as he nods immediately, Michael
returning his finger and tongue to their rightful place. He revels in the
feeling, already so close to being pushed over the edge. A familiar feeling
starts coiling in his stomach, his hands flying down to grip at Michael's
shoulders tightly, too tightly, breaking the soft skin there. Michael can't
help but groan at the feeling, the pain feeling way too good.
The vibrations from the groan push Luke over the edge, his nails dragging down
Michael's shoulders deliciously, leaving red marks in their wake. The blonde
boy literally sees stars as he comes down from his high, his foggy mind barely
registering Michael's hot tongue coming up to lick the mess on his chest.
When he finally manages to pry his eyes open, he's met with the sight of
Michael jerking off rapidly, but he can't bring himself to reach up and help.
His limbs are literally jello, his eyelids suddenly feeling way too heavy.
“Come for me, Mikey,” He purrs, deciding that it's the least he can do to help
the older boy out. It works, Michael shooting his load immediately, gasping as
his orgasm takes him by surprise. He immediately slumps down on top of the
younger boy, burying his head in the crook of Luke's neck, desperately trying
to catch his breath. They must have been laying there for at least 15 minutes
before either of them say anything, Luke being the one to finally break the
silence.
“That was the hottest thing that I've ever experienced.”
Michael giggles breathlessly, lifting his head up to place a sweet kiss to the
warm skin of Luke's jaw, “Happy birthday, baby.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** When The World Falls Into Pieces, You'll Be The One Voice Of Reason *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! Sorry that this is pretty short, but I have prom this week
     so it's pretty hectic, and I wanted to get something out for you
     before all that happened! I hope you enjoy :) xx. (title is from
     Queen of Hearts by We The Kings, because I fucking love that song
     omg)
     OKAY SO I FUCKED UP
     basically I'm an idiot and I've been scatter brained lately so I
     could have sworn that I didn't write Jack coming to the restaurant
     already. But I did in chapter 22 and it was really short and shitty
     so do you guys mind if I just delete it and then keep this one? I
     feel like it fits jacks character more and it's way better for the
     story. Sorry for all this LOL
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Luke blinks his eyes open slowly, confusion breaking through the sleepy fog in
his head when he reaches over, finding the other side of the bed empty. He lays
there for a minute, letting his body wake up fully, stretching his long limbs,
wincing at the soreness caused by the previous night's activities. A lazy smile
spreads across his face as the memories wash over him, he's so thankful to have
Michael in his life.
He sits up in bed then, picking up on the faint sound of The 1975 playing from
the kitchen, smiling even more at the thought of the older boy sauntering
around the kitchen, humming along to the soft music. In the end, it's that
thought that finally convinces the younger boy to drag himself out of bed, in
search of his perfect boyfriend. He shivers as the cold air hits him, quickly
pulling on a pair of boxers (And if they're Michael's, no one needs to know).
He finds Michael exactly where he expected him to be. He doesn't even notice
the blonde boy approaching, far too focused on pouring the pancake batter into
the pan perfectly to notice. However he does notice when the younger boy gasps
softly, hand flying up to cover his mouth as a faint blush already begins to
wash over his cheeks. There on Michael's back, are 10 angry red lines,
scratches, from Luke's fingernails.
Michael turns around then, arching a brow bemusedly as he takes in his
flustered boyfriend's appearance. “Morning, baby. What's up?” The older boy
moves towards Luke, taking his hand away from his mouth and pressing a tender
kiss to his burning cheek. “Y-Your back...” Luke manages, biting his lip as
Michael's brows knit together. The red haired boy makes his way towards the
nearest mirror, eyebrows raising while he examines the damage Luke has done to
his back, smirking a little when he meets the boy's ocean blue eyes once again.
“I didn't know you had it in you, Lukey,” Michael teases, his eyes glinting
with amusement as he watches Luke's cheeks redden even further. The younger boy
gulps, shrugging shyly, accepting Michael's embrace when he opens his arms for
him. “I made pancakes for us,” Michael mumbles, resting his chin atop Luke's
blonde head, pulling away regretfully so that he can flip the pancake that;s
currently cooking before it burns.
Luke can't help but admire Michel's lean body, his bicep flexing as he lifts
the pan so he can flip the pancake perfectly. The tight black boxers are a
sharp contrast to the older boy's milky white skin, the thin fabric leaving
nothing to the imagination; it's not like Luke doesn't know what's under there
anyways. He watches as Michael plates up the pancakes, topping them with whip
cream and chocolate syrup, just how Luke likes them, his heart swelling at the
reminder of how much Michael cares.
He takes the plate from his boyfriend, kissing him sweetly before they sit down
at the table, discussing their plans for the day as they stuff their faces with
pancakes. “We have work at 11:30, and then maybe we can stop by the clearing?”
Michael glances up at Luke then, grinning when he nods in approval. “I love
that place,” Luke's eyes sparkle with fondness, his mind wandering back to the
night a few months ago, when Michael first said I love you in that very
clearing.
...
The morning continues to go by smoothy, Luke and Michael lounging around in bed
for another hour or so before they finally got up to get ready for work. The
day went the same as always, Alex and Ashton greeting them warmly when they
entered the shop, the boys all messing around as much as they could throughout
the morning. Things got interesting, however, when the bell above the door rang
around midday, all of their heads turning towards the door as a tall man with
wild black and blonde hair walked in.
The stranger had a wide smile on his face, and Michael had to do a double take
because wait, he's definitely seen this man before. When the man's brown eyes
meet his own green ones, everything in his brain clicks instantly, oh. “You're
the guy Luke bumped into at the grocery store a couple weeks ago!” Michael
exclaims, glad that he finally placed this man's face.
The guy chuckles, nodding his head casually, “Yeah, but it's all good man. I'm
Jack, by the way,” the stranger, Jack, offers his hand for Michael to shake.
The red haired boy takes Jack's hand, eying him warily as he tries to decide if
there's anything off about the guy. There was no way that he was going to just
trust the guy immediately, he knows better than that.
“So,” Michael clears his throat, meeting Jack's eyes once again. “What brings
you here, Jack?” The black and blonde haired boy smiles again at that, holding
up the envelope he was carrying for Michael to see, “I saw the help wanted
sign. I just moved back here and I'm looking for a job, so I figured why not.”
The red haired boy nods slowly, taking the outstretched envelope and glancing
down at it briefly.
“Alright man,” Michael shifts around, still unsure of how he should act around
this guy. “I'll show this to Alex and if he's interested, he'll get back to
you. Alright?” Jack nods briefly, eyes trailing over to where Michael's gaze
has drifted, spotting Alex and Luke cleaning up the dining room, laughing at
each other effortlessly.
Oh my God.
Jack literally prays that Michael didn't notice the way his eyes just widened
comically when he spotted the brown haired boy. No fucking way. Jack fights to
gain composure once again, barely managing to offer Michael a small wave
goodbye before he's turning on his heel, rushing out the door of the tiny
restaurant.
Well, he sure as fuck wasn't expecting that.
Chapter End Notes
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***** It's Just You, The Room, And The Devil On Your Shoulder *****
Chapter Notes
     OKAY GUYS SERIOUS QUESTION TIME
     This story still has a good amount of chapters left, but it's some
     what approaching an end soonish (not that soon don't worry). I'm
     definitely going to be starting a new chaptered fic because I love
     writing, and I'll have a lot of time over the summer. I want to do a
     single father fic because I'm obsessed with them, should I do Muke or
     Lashton? Would you read?
     Anyways, enjoy this update! (song is from You, The Room, & The Devil
     On Your Shoulder by As It Is)
Michael is puttering around the restaurant, cleaning up all the used glassware
from the tables that were just vacated, when suddenly Alex's confused voice
fills the small dining room. “No fucking way,” the older brunette's jaw is
dropped, his warm brown eyes starting down at the application in shock. Michael
cocks an eyebrow at his boss, not understanding what the commotion is for,
clearing his throat to get the older man's attention.
Alex's head whips up, meeting Michael's confused gaze, “Jack fucking Barakat.
Never thought I would hear that name again. We were good, um, friends all
throughout high school.” Alex coughs awkwardly, getting himself back together
now that the initial shock has passed. Michael smirks at this, “Friends?
Whatever you say, man.” The red haired boy claps Alex on the shoulder as he
saunters by him, placing the dirty dishes in a bin.
Alex rolls his eyes, throwing a quick “Shut up, Mikey,” over his shoulder
before sliding his phone out of his pocket. He enters the number on the
application with shaky fingers, taking a deep, steadying breath before he
presses the call button. The brunette would be a liar if he said he didn't
consider hanging up as soon as he heard the familiar voice sound through the
crackly speaker, mumbling a quick “Hello?”
Alex manages to pull himself together quickly, instead letting excitement
overtake him as he realizes that yeah, this is actually the boy he knew so well
years ago, back in down again, applying for a job at his restaurant. “Jack! You
crazy bastard! Come in right now, obviously you can have a fucking job dude! We
need to catch up, though.” Alex is smiling wide now, leaning against the
counter comfortably as he listens to Jack's reply, the two falling into
conversation easily, like they always have.
Jack agrees to come in later that day, and Alex is really excited to see him.
Jack left town so abruptly all those years ago, and Alex was really torn up
about it at the time, refusing to leave his room for at least a week. He can't
help but feel like this is his second chance with the boy he loved so long ago,
and maybe things will actually work out this time.
...
Jack runs his fingers through his skunk coloured hair, tugging on the dyed
strands harshly as the frustration caused by this whole situation rolls through
him. He honestly doesn't know if he can handle being around Alex again,
especially this often. The warmed eyed brunette was the whole reason he left
town in this first place, and he did not expect to run into him when he came
back. With all the talk of hating this town when they were 16, Jack expected
Alex to leave this shit hole behind just like he did, moving on to bigger and
better things.
Despite all this, Jack knows that he has to deal with this, no matter how
shitty it is. He can't show weakness around his father, because weakness means
vulnerability, and vulnerability means that his father can hurt him just like
his mother did, and he can't have that again. He sighs heavily, standing up and
walking over to the small window across from the bed he's been sleeping in. He
cracks the window open, the cool breeze on his overheated face welcomed, and he
sighs contently as he pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one and
taking a long drag.
Maybe it won't be so bad?
...
Michael smiles as he and Luke drive home from work that night, the younger boy
humming along softly to the State Champs song that's currently playing. “So,
How do you feel about this Jack guy?” Michael glances at Luke in the mirror,
breathing a sigh of relief when he sees the blonde boy smile slightly, “I like
him, actually. For some reason he seems familiar some how. Not just from the
grocery store, but the way he acts and carries himself. I find it easy to feel
comfortable around him.” Luke rubs his eyes tiredly, curling further into the
seat while Michael nods in response.
“I like him too,” He tells the blonde boy, but his protective side perks up a
little when the blonde boy says he seems familiar. That's odd.
Michael figures that the older man will show his true colours soon, and he'll
be able to tell if the guy is sincere or not, so there's no point in fretting
over it. It seems pretty unfair to automatically jump to conclusions before he
even knows anything, he can hardly form an opinion on the guy based only on his
paranoid suspicions.
A little voice in the back of his head reminds him that he does have Luke's
father to watch out for, so maybe he does have the right to be slightly
parinoid when it comes to Luke being around strangers. He doesn't even know the
full extent of what the man is capable of, so it's reasonable for him to be
more worrisome than usual.
He sighs, pushing the thoughts aside as he grabs Luke's hand, slotting their
fingers together gently. He knows that he'll protect the boy with his own life,
so all this worrying is probably ridiculous. They'll be fine.
***** Now The Daylight's Dangerous *****
Chapter Notes
     FUCK GUYS IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I currently
     have exams, and last week was my worst one so I was literally
     stressing and studying my ass off all week. I'm so sorry, but my last
     exam is Monday, and after that updates will be very regular since I
     won't have school to worry about! OH AND, I was gonna make time to
     update last weekend, but my sunshine Michael got fucking burned and I
     was worried sick honestly. I found out right when it happened and I
     had no idea why he ran off stage so I was fucking scared. I ended up
     having no chill all night so yeah, please understand and forgive me!
     If you were at that gig I'm so sorry that must have been terrifying
     for you! I have sooo many ideas for chaptered fics this summer! I
     plan on writing a ton so don't get sick of me yet ;) you'll be seeing
     lots of me in the next few weeks.
     OH and as far as personal life goes, I'M GETTING MY FIRST TATTOO
     MONDAY TO CELEBRATE MY LAST EXAM/GRADUATION AND I'M EXCITED AS FUCK
     BECAUSE I'VE WAITED SO LONG TO GET A TATTOO. IT'S GOING TO BE ALL
     TIME LOW LYRICS. Alright, I'm done now. ENJOY! (title is from
     Daylight by my babies 5sos)
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It's been about a week since Jack started to work at the restaurant, and from
what Michael has seen, him and Alex picked things up like they never stopped
being friends for all those years. The red haired boy still can't believe their
luck, who would have known that they would be able to find someone else who
would fit into their weird group of friends?
That's the thing about this restaurant, they aren't just “coworkers” here,
they're family. There's no way that they would be able to handle having someone
work with them who didn't feel the same way, let alone someone they actually
disliked, so they were all really thankful that Jack came along.
Michael watched as the older, skunk haired boy helped Luke with the dishes,
teasing the youngest boy playfully, causing a small smile to form on Luke's
face. Luke really liked Jack, and the older boy liked him right back, always
being the first one to offer help to the blonde boy when there was a big sink
full of dishes. Luke's approval is the most important thing to all of them, and
the happy vibes that have been floating around the restaurant ever since Jack
got hired take a huge weight off of Michael's shoulders. Although the thought
of Luke's father is still in the back of Michael's mind, taunting him like it
always has and seemingly always will, Michael thinks that he can finally cut
back a little on his constant worrying.
Michael is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the bell above the door
ring once again, smiling widely when he sees Calum's tall, tan frame walking
through the door. He watches Ashton's face light up, his prominent dimples
coming out as he spots his dark haired boyfriend. The tanned boy walks over to
Ashton immediately, placing a chaste kiss on the curly haired boy's mouth, only
to be interrupted by Michael. “Hey! Keep it PG in the workplace, guys.” Michael
scoffs, attempting to keep the grin from reappearing on his face, knowing it
would ruin the angry facade.
Ashton promptly flips the red haired boy off, leaning back in the kiss Calum
once again, a little more heated this time around. Alex laughs, looking over at
Michael from across the room where he's currently mopping, “You're one to talk,
Clifford. We put up with you and Luke making out when you think we some how
don't notice at least five times a day.”
Michael smirks, shrugging noncommittally, “Fair enough.” The red haired boy
turns his gaze to Calum, “So, what brings you here, Cal?” he asks, dropping the
teasing tone and replacing it with genuine curiosity. The kiwi boy smiles, “Not
much, really. I just felt like popping by to see you guys, I pass this place on
the way home from work every day anyways.”
Michael nods, remembering that Calum works at the book store a couple blocks
away. “Well you should stop by more often, then. Maybe we could even get
together over the weekend some time soon, a celebratory get together to welcome
our newest employee.” Michael smirks at Jack, Alex grinning at the suggestion,
eager so spend more time with his old friend. “My place, Saturday night?” The
older brunette offers, receiving hums of agreement from the other boys. “Sounds
like a plan,” Michael says, already looking forward the weekend even though
it's only Tuesday. He also wants to get to know the slightly mysterious skunk
haired guy, and he's excited to see how this will all play out.
...
Jack rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the drive way of the restaurant, finally
leaving that shit hole after an 8 hour fucking shift. He has absolutely no idea
how the fuck he's supposed to get the blonde boy to trust him enough that he'll
go out with him alone, because he knows that there's no way in hell he's gonna
get away with bringing Luke to their father when Michael is around. That stupid
over protective prick is making this way more complicated than it needs to me,
and Jack honestly can't wait to see the pained look on his face when he
realizes that they have his fucking “baby.”
He racks his brain for ideas as he drives the familiar route home, sighing as
he pulls onto the street where his father's house is located. He spots the
familiar “Hemmings” mailbox at the end of the drive way, eyes widening when an
idea suddenly hits him.
Maybe Michael wouldn't let a stranger take Luke out without him, but what if
that stranger was his brother, his brother whom they can “trust” because he
hasn't lived with the father they fear so much. They'll have absolutely no idea
that he has contact with Andrew Hemmings until it's too late.
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***** He Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty *****
Chapter Notes
     I know, this update took forever. I attended three grads last week,
     one being my own, then went out of town. On the bright side, it's
     summer break now so I have more time! Enjoy the chapter :). (Title is
     lifted from She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty by Pierce the Veil)
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Michael climbs out of the shower, grabbing the fluffy white towel that he left
on the counter, running it over his wet body quickly in a lazy attempt to dry
himself off. He wraps the towel around his waist loosely, flicking off the
light to the small bathroom as he makes his way out, heading towards him and
Luke's shared bedroom.
He sees the blonde boy lounging on the bed when he walks in, eyes glued to the
screen of his phone as he watches a Green Day interview, Michael recognizing
Billie Joe's voice instantly. He smiles softly, turning towards the closet,
pulling out an worn out Metallica shirt and some clean black boxers. He doesn't
even notice that the interview stops playing, Luke's breath hitching as Michael
drops the towel, an audible whine escaping his lips when the black boxers are
suddenly obstructing his view. The younger boy bites his lip as he takes in the
fading scratch marks on Michael's back, feeling like he needs to make them dark
red again, right now.
Michael's head whips around at the sound of Luke's whine, his eyebrows raising
quizically as he wonders what's bothering his beautiful boyfriend. However, his
concerned expression quickly turns to a smirk as he sees the state of the
younger boy, his lower lip caught between his teeth, eyes drifting over
Michael's practically naked body hungrily.
The red haired boy grins devilishly, clearing his throat loudly to catch Luke's
attention, causing his blue eyes to meet Michael's, his cheeks immediately
flushing when he realizes that he was caught staring. Michael makes his way
over to the bed slowly, “Like what you see?” He asks the blonde boy teasingly,
one hand coming up to grip Luke's jaw and the other grabbing the phone from his
hand, tossing it aside as he climbs into his lap.
Luke gulps, unable to help the immediate moan that slips out when Michael's
lips touch his jaw, leaving a hot wet trail down his neck. Michael stops when
he reaches the dip where Luke's neck meets his shoulder, grazing the skin with
his teeth, “Are you horny, baby boy?” Michael questions, his stubble dragging
against Luke's overheated skin deliciously, causing him to whimper.
“Y-Yes. Oh my god, yes. Fuck me, Michael.” Luke grips at Michael's back
desperately, bucking his hips up in an attempt to get some friction on his
aching cock. Michael hums against his skin, brushing his knuckles over the
rapidly growing bulge in Luke's tight black jeans, “I think I can do that,”
Michael mumbles.
Next thing Luke knows, his back hits the bed softly, a small gasp escaping his
lips, cut off by Michael's mouth crashing into his own. Their lips slide
together, hot and wet, Michael's hand cradling the back of his neck firmly, his
expert fingers tugging on the blonde strands of hair roughly, Luke loving every
second of it. Michael is such a good kisser, and Luke can't help but feel
completely breathless already, eyes snapping shut when Michael catches his
bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slightly before letting it go.
The older boy's kiss swollen lips trail down to Luke's chest, licking a hot
stripe down his neck as he brings his fingers to the buttons of the blonde
boy's red and black flannel, revelling in the beautiful sounds tumbling from
his lips. He fumbles with the buttons, struggling to get them undone fast
enough, before deciding fuck it, ripping them open instead, tossing the shirt
away impatiently.
His hands roam over the newly revealed skin greedily, his lips returning to
Luke's as he grinds down on him roughly. The kiss is all teeth and tongue,
probably way too sloppy but to Michael it's perfect. He loves being with Luke
like this, fingers flying down to tug as his belt impatiently, sighing in
relief when he finally gets it off, ripping his jeans and boxers off in one go.
Luke gasps as the cool air hits his hard on, “Please Michael. I need you s-so
b-bad.” Michael smirks, leaning in to nibble at Luke's ear as he whispers, “You
need my big cock, baby? Want it inside you? I know you love the feeling of
being full, right baby boy?”
Luke's nails dig into Michael's back as he nods frantically, eyes blown wide
with lust as they meet Michael's. “Use your words baby,” Michael demands, his
voice rough as he ghosts a finger over Luke's entrance, causing the younger boy
to choke on his words. “F-Fuck, yes Michael. I love being stretched by your big
cock. Fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk for a w-week, I want
everyone to know h-how good you are.”
Michael growls at this, fingers flying down to grip at the base of Luke's dick,
pumping slowly, “Fuck, babe.” He reaches into the beside table, finding the
lube quickly, immediately drizzling some of the cool substance on his fingers.
Michael traces Luke's hole with his finger, spreading the cool substance
around, inserting the digit slowly.
Soon enough, Michael was three fingers deep, skillfully avoiding Luke's
prostate, much to the younger boy's dismay. “P-Please,” the blonde boy manages
to choke out, a thin layer of sweat covering his entire body as he gasps for
breath. Michael takes pity on him, reaching for the lube to slick himself up,
grabbing a pillow and propping it under Luke's hips. He threads his fingers
through Luke's, kissing the spot below his ear as he lines himself up. “I love
you, love you so much,” the older boy breathes out, pushing into his beautiful
boyfriend slowly.
Luke squeezes Michael's hand, smiling softly. The older boy never fails to be
gentle with Luke, even in moments where they get a little bit carried away, he
always makes sure that Luke knows he's safe and loved. As Michael thrusts into
him slowly, brushing a sweaty strand of golden hair out of his face, Luke
decides that he's never felt more loved than when he's with Michael like this.
“Faster,” He gasps out, moaning loudly when the red haired boy hits his
prostate, hard.
Michael brushes his thumb over the back of Luke's hand gently, his hips
snapping into the younger boy at lightning speed, eyes squeezing shut as his
entire body shudders from the intense pleasure. A moan escapes from Michael's
lips, his stomach clenching as Luke's nails drag down his back, “Are you gonna
come for me baby?” He questions, his free hand flying down to pump Luke's
aching dick, pulling a loud moan from the back of the younger boy's throat as
he nods slightly.
The red haired boy ducks down, nipping at Luke's sweet spot, sending the
younger boy over the edge with a shout of his name. Michael follows soon after,
biting down on the skin of the blonde boy's neck as his orgasm hits him,
soothing it with his tongue as he comes down from his high. He leans up to kiss
Luke's sweaty forehead, “I'm going to get something to clean us up.” Luke
mumbles an agreement, closing his eyes as Michael gets up, shivering from the
lack of body heat when the older boy is gone.
Michael is back a moment later, a wet cloth in his hand. He cleans Luke off
gently, then himself before climbing into the bed, bringing the younger boy
close to his chest. He smiles when Luke falls asleep immediately, a peaceful
smile on his face as he snores softly.
...
Michael smiles widely, belting along to Shut Up by Blink as he turns onto
Alex's street, Luke joining him as the chorus rolls around again. He's excited
to hang out with everyone, curious to see what Jack will be like outside of the
restaurant, when they can do whatever the fuck they want without the fear of
looking “unprofessional.”
He shuts off the radio as they pull into Alex's driveway, turning to Luke and
offering him a soft smile, “Ready to go?” He questions, leaning in for a kiss
once the blonde boy nods. He gets out and walks around the passenger side,
opening the door for Luke and helping him out, a habit that he never dropped.
He grabs the dessert they picked up earlier from the backseat before leading
Luke to the front door, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as he reaches up
to ring the doorbell.
Alex greets them with a big smile, pulling both of them in for a hug, “My
favourite employees are here!” The brunette shouts excitedly, winking at them
as Ashton yells from the living room, “What about me?!” Alex shrugs, grabbing
the food from Michael and returning to the room where everyone else is sat
around the tv, the football game playing loudly. Ashton smiles at the couple
when they walk in, knowing the joking is all in good fun, Alex loves them all
like little brothers.
The two boys join the others, Michael pulling Luke onto his lap as they settle
into the couch with the others. Michael doesn't really care for football, but
he's completely content with watching Luke instead, smiling widely as the
blonde boy yells at the players running across the screen animatedly.
The night flies by smoothly, the boys stuffing their faces with all the
different foods set out in front of them, everyone but Michael keeping their
eyes glued to the screen as the game comes to a close. Michael alternates from
watching Luke to keeping an eye on Jack, still slightly cautious around the
newest member of their little friend group. He seems harmless though, yelling
along with everyone else when the wrong team scores, or a player does something
completely stupid.
Michael decides that he can finally fully relax around the guy, smiling while
he watches Jack and Luke complain about some asshole on the other team.
Everyone is getting ready to leave, Ashton and Calum saying goodbye to Alex by
the door, the older man hugging both of them tightly. Michael sneaks up behind
Luke, hugging his waist from behind, interrupting his conversation with Jack
when he leans in to whisper in his ear, “Ready to go, babe?”
Luke melts into Michael's touch immediately, nodding to his boyfriend before
smiling apologetically at Jack, “I'll see you at work tomorrow?” Jack nods,
“Definitely, but why don't I give you my number and we can hang out outside of
work more often? Tonight was fun.”
Luke smiles at the older man, nodding and reaching into his pocket, grabbing
his phone and exchanging it for Jack's. He types in his name and number,
settling for a simple “Luke :),” handing the phone back to Jack when he was
finished. Jack smiled, finishing typing his number into Luke's as well and
handing the phone back. Luke, however, dropped the phone immediately, the
device hitting the floor with a crack, causing Michael's head to whip around
from where he was facing Alex, his face filling with concern.
Luke just shook his head frantically, hand coming up to cover his mouth. The
picture of the name on the screen burning into his brain as he fought to calm
his breathing.
“Jack Hemmings”
Chapter End Notes
     talk to me on twitter! @fiercelymgc
***** Trigger My Nightmare Once Again *****
Chapter Notes
     Shit is starting to pick up. I hope you guys enjoy this! Oh and this
     is my tattoo! I remember someone wanting a link to a picture and I
     forgot last update https://twitter.com/fiercelymgc/status/
     613096953472253952
     (Title is from The Divine Zero by PTV)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke feels his stomach turning unpleasantly, his screaming thoughts swirling
around his brain, and he's sure that he's going to pass out, throw up, or both.
So, he does the only thing he can think of.
He runs.
Luke pushes past everyone, not even caring that he knocked over an empty beer
bottle in his rush to get to the door, into the fresh air.
Michael jumps at the sickening smash of the beer bottle against the hardwood
floor, running after his distressed boyfriend not even a second later. He
distantly hears the shouts of everyone behind him, the glass from the broken
beer bottle crunching under his black boots as he bolts to the door, his head
spinning. The only thought that he can focus on is Luke Luke Luke, he has to
get to Luke. His baby needs him.
He throws the door to Alex's house open, his eyes flickering around the yard
for a moment, a sigh of relief falling from his lips when he spots Luke
standing beside the porch. The relief only lasts for a minute though, quickly
changing to concern when he sees the younger boy's head in his hands, his
fragile frame shaking.
The red haired boy rushes over to him, touching his arm hesitantly, in fear
that he would scare the boy, “Baby? Talk to me, what's wrong?” Luke begins
shaking his head again, turning towards the bush behind him, throwing up all
over it.
Michael fights to keep his breathing at bay, his hands shaking as he rubs at
Luke's back, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he too has the urge to throw
up. Something doesn't feel right, and if whatever happened when Michael wasn't
paying attention was enough to cause Luke to act like this, it had to be pretty
bad.
Luke cringes once he's finished retching, spitting into the bushes as he tries
to rid his mouth of the awful taste. He feels Michael touch his forehead
gently, brushing the sweaty hair from his face in an attempt to calm him down,
he assumes. “Take me home. Now.”
Michael nods immediately, determined to do anything that will make Luke feel
better at the moment. He wraps his arm around Luke's waist, the younger boy
leaning on him heavily as he makes his way over to their car, placing Luke in
the passenger seat gently. My chest feels tight with worry as I kiss Luke's
forehead gently, walking around to the driver side and getting in, pulling the
door closed.
Michael put the keys in the ignition, glancing up at the house as he prepares
to pull away. His eyes lock with Alex's warm brown ones, illuminated by the dim
porch light. His expression apologetic, filled with concern as Michael offers
him a small wave, looking over his shoulder to make sure there's no traffic
before pulling out to begin the journey home.
He watches Luke chew his nails nervously, his blue eyes watching the city pass
by through the small car window. Michael fiddles with the sleeves of his black
long sleeve shirt, itching to ask Luke more questions, but he knows the blonde
boy needs time to gather his thoughts. His mind wanders as the street lights
flash by, going over the events of the night and trying to figure out what
could have caused Luke this much distress.
It feels like an eternity before he's finally pulling into the parking lot of
their small apartment building, parking in their usual spot before going around
to Luke's side of the car. His stomach bubbles with anxiety as he unbuckles the
blonde boy carefully, gently lifting him from the car and kicking the door
closed with his foot. He's worried that Luke is going to close himself off
again, refusing to talk to anyone, even Michael, but he knows better than to
push it.
He makes his way up the stairs, smiling despite the situation when Luke cuddles
into him, pressing his cheek against the older boy's chest. At least he still
finds comfort in Michael's touch, the red haired boy feels like a weight is
lifted off his shoulders at this realization.
When they reach their apartment, Michael manages to unlock the door with one
hand, swinging the old thing open with a creak. He places Luke down on their
worn out couch gently, leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead before turning
to the kitchen, beginning to heat some milk for hot chocolate. Once he's out of
the younger boy's sight he sighs quietly, digging the heels of his hands into
his eyes, a headache throbbing at his temples.
Once the milk is heated, he mixes the chocolatey drink, bringing it over to
Luke who is now cuddled into a soft white blanket that was previously hanging
over the back of the couch. He hands the boy his drink, waiting for him to take
a small sip before bringing his fingers up under his chin, lifting the ocean
blue gaze until it meets his own. “What's wrong, baby? Please talk to me.”
Luke sighs softly, wrapping his hands around the mug, the warmth seeping into
his skin. “Jack put his contact name in my phone as 'Jack Hemmings'” Luke
whispers, a shiver running through his body. Michael's eyes widen, his stomach
flipping as he thinks about what this could mean.
Luke senses Michael's curiousity, can pratically see the gears turning in the
older boy's head as everything clicks together. “My mom,” he begins, setting
the mug of hot liquid on the table so that he can snuggle further into Michael,
resuming speaking once his face is resting in the warm skin of Michael's neck.
“She left when I was really young. I guess she just decided that drugs and
alcohol were more important to her than a family...”
Michael nods slowly, his mind flashing back to when he first met Luke, when the
younger boy said the story of his parents would be left for another day. He
just slots his fingers with Luke's, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as he
waits for him to continue. Luke squeezes back, taking a deep breath, “My dad
has mentioned having another kid with her, but I always thought he was just
crazy. I guess I figured I would never find out if it's true or not anyways, so
there was no point in worrying about it.”
A sick feeling burns in Michael's stomach, even if Jack has been with his mom
his whole life, and probably has no idea how crazy his father is, how the hell
is he supposed to trust one of Luke's family members after what has happened in
the past? He swallows the lump in his throat, knowing that this needs to be
discussed further. “Well, do you think he has a connection with your dad at
all?”
Luke shakes his head immediately, “My dad didn't even give me the time of day
and I lived with him. Obviously the whole gay thing put up a barrier, but even
before that he wanted nothing to do with me. I doubt he would want to have any
contact with another child if he didn't have to.” Michael bites his lip, unsure
if Luke is right, or if he should pick up and run away with Luke. Away to a
place where his shitty family members can't get to him.
The red haired boy turns to Luke, deciding that it should be his decision after
all. “Do you want to pick up and leave? Or do you think we should give him a
chance?” Michael asks the question wearily, his thumb rubbing soft circles over
the back of Luke's hand. The blonde boy takes a moment to think his answer
over, “I think we should give him a chance. I can't go assuming that everyone
is going to act the way my father did.”
Michael hums in agreement, but in the back of his mind he knows that he's going
to be keeping a very close eye on Jack until he feels like he can trust him. He
doesn't give a fuck if it's “judgemental,” Luke's father traumatized him, and
Michael doesn't want to see him hurt like that again.
Chapter End Notes
     Predictions? xx
***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****
Okay guys, I have a bunch of ideas for new fics, but I have two that I really
want to write next and I can't decide which one to do first. So I'm going to
give a rough summary of each idea and I would really appreciate if you told me
which one you would prefer I do next :).
Lashton Single Father AU
Idfk I'm just obsessed with single father AUs. Basically I was thinking Ashton
has a daughter with a crazy ex, and in order to keep her safe he has to move
from Australia to America so that she can't find them. Michael is like his best
friend who basically feels like a little brother to him (he'll be a few years
younger in this fic), and his family is homophobic assholes so Ashton takes him
to Australia with them so he can get away. Ashton sees Luke around and thinks
he's really cute even if he's younger, then Michael happens to befriend him and
bring him home from school one day. Eventually they fall for each other and all
that jazz.
Muke girly Luke AU
I'm also fucking obsessed with girly Luke, no shame. So in this one Luke loves
to shop for dresses at hot topic, and when his town opens a new hot topic he
has to go get first dibs. There he sees hot topic worker Mikey and instantly
thinks he's the most beautiful boy Luke has ever seen. He keeps making excuses
to go back to hot topic in hopes that Michael will be working and he'll get to
sneak in some staring. One day when people at his new school are giving him a
hard time, badass Mikey comes and saves the day, immediately recognizing Luke
as the beautiful boy he always sees at work. Obviously they end up talking
after this, Michael asks for Luke's number next time he seems him in hot topic
or whatever.
Yes, I know these are kind of cliche, but let's not lie here we all love the
cliche stuff. Your feedback means a lot! xx, love you all!
***** Put Me Through Hell And I'll Make You See *****
Chapter Notes
     GUYS ATL AND SWS ARE TOURING AND IM GETTING TICKETS AND WOW THIS IS
     JUST GREAT I CANT WAIT TO SEE THEM AGAIN. I needed to fangirl about
     that. ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks again to
     everyone who gave feedback on the author's note last update! If you
     didn't, I would love to hear your opinion so you should read it!
     (Title is from kick me by sws)
Eventually, Michael gets Luke cleaned up, running a warm bubble bath for him,
scrubbing his scalp gently with mint shampoo. He tucks the blonde boy into bed,
kissing his temple softly before crawling into the bed behind him, immediately
pulling Luke's body towards his own. Once Luke's back is pressed against his
chest, he nuzzles his face into the back of the younger boy's neck, kissing the
warm skin. “Get some sleep, baby. I love you so much,” he mumbles, threading
his fingers with Luke's and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Love you too,” Luke whispers, snuggling back into Michael's warmth as he
closes his eyes, waiting for sleep to take over. Just as he drifts off, his
body on the very edge of conciousness, he thinks about how lucky he is to have
someone like Michael in his life. Although the thought of dealing with this
whole Jack situation, and the fear that his father will find him is completely
terrifying, he knows in his heart that Michael will do whatever it takes to
make him safe, and for that he is forever thankful.
...
Michael's eyes blink open, the dim grey light of their bedroom slowly coming
into focus. His gaze drifts over the the window, covered in raindrops as it
continues to pour down, the soothing sound of the drops hitting the roof
soothing enough to tempt him into staying in bed. He closes his eyes for a few
more minutes, inhaling the soothing scent of mint shampoo and clean sheets as
he wills himself to get out of bed and call Alex.
He knows he needs to talk to the older boy as soon as possible, not only to
explain what had Luke so freaked out, but also so he can find out what happened
when they left. He wonders if Jack had any sort of reaction to the situation,
anything that could give away whether or not he already knew Luke is his
brother. Michael briefly wonders if Jack did this intentionally, luring Luke in
until he could eventually find a way to spill the secret. He shakes his head
quickly, knowing that he doesn't have nearly enough information to make any
assumptions. What he needs to do is call the one person who can possibly give
him answers right now.
With that thought, Michael searches the house for his phone, struggling to
remain quiet as he rummages around, eventually finding it in the pocket of his
abandonned skinny jeans. He closes the door to the bedroom carefully, padding
over to the kitchen as he unlocks his phone, smiling despite the situation when
he sees several worried texts from both Alex and Ashton. He doesn't know what
he did to deserve such amazing friends.
Michael finally clicks on Alex's contact name, pressing call as he holds the
phone up to his ear, chewing on his nails nervously as he waits for Alex to
pick up. He doesn't know what he's going to say to the older boy, his thoughts
swirling around his head like an angry tornado. There's so much that Alex
doesn't know, so much that Michael will have to explain so that this all makes
sense to the brunette, so that he can get all the information he needs to keep
Luke safe.
Alex picks up on the second ring, the relief in his voice evident even through
the crackly speaker of Michael's shitty phone. “Mikey! Oh my god dude, I've
been so worried! How are you? Wait, actually, how is Luke?” Alex babbles, his
concern putting a small smile on Michael's face.
“He's, I'm good,” Michael tells him, pausing for a moment as he thinks over his
response. “Well, as good as we can be, I suppose,” he adds, looking down as his
bitten nails as he ignores the urge to start chewing them again. Alex sighs,
and Michael hears rustling in the background, probably Alex laying down,
preparing himself for the weight of this conversation.
“Well,” the older boy starts, pausing as he waits for Michael to gather his
thoughts. “Why don't you just start from the beginning, alright? Tell me
everything, Michael.” Alex's voice is firm, yet it still holds the softness
that reminds Michael that he cares, and that's why he's demanding answers. He
runs his fingers through his messy red hair, taking a deep breath before
beginning.
“I'm just going to tell you everything, start to finish, and then you can tell
me what you think from there. Okay?” Michael bites his lips when he's finished,
and Alex makes a sound of agreement as he waits for Michael to go on. The
younger boy begins his story, trying not to leave out any important details
that could help them figure this out. He feels like a weight is lifted off his
chest once everything is out there, the secrets that both him and Luke have
been keeping for months all coming out. It's actually quite refreshing.
Alex lets out a long, shaky breath, “Wow. Dude, that's fucking crazy. You know
I love Luke, and I'll do whatever I can to protect him.” Michael nods to
himself, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at confirmation that
they're not alone, they have other people in their life who want to protect
Luke as well.
“What happened after we left? Did you notice anything suspicious about Jack's
reaction? I mean, you grew up with him, right? Has he ever mentioned his dad?”
Michael knows he's rambling, but he feels like he needs these questions
answered now, before he explodes.
“No man, he looked just as concerned as the rest of us, honestly. When we were
younger, I was at Jack's house more than I was at my own, but he never
mentioned contacting his dad. His mom was pretty shitty, always drinking and
sleeping around, so he was usually at the house himself. If anything, he always
talked about how much he hated his father for leaving him alone with his drunk
mother.” Michael turned this information over in his mind, deciding that maybe
Jack isn't necessarily a threat, but that doesn't mean he's just going to trust
the guy.
“Do you think he knew before we found out? Obviously now that you know
everything, you can see why Luke and I would be worried about his safety being
threatened.” Michael gets up, making his way to cupboard so he can pull out
some coffee and start the machine.
“I've always thought that Jack was an amazing guy, Mikey. A little rough around
the edges, but how could he not be considering what he's been through? After
this, I'm not even sure what to think. I'm not going to put the same amount of
trust into him as I would have before, but I don't want to automatically assume
the worst.” Alex tells him, and Michael can hear the conflict in his voice. The
red haired boy sighs, reaching for a mug to pour his coffee in once it's
finished.
“I just wonder what he's been up to all these years where you didn't have
contact with him. What if he's around here because he has contact with his
father now, and he knows about what happened with him and Luke? I can't help
but be nervous, you know?” Michael struggles to keep his voice down, knowing
that Luke does not need to be awake for this conversation. He's already scared
enough as it is. Alex sighs deeply, “I know, Mike. I think we just need to keep
an eye out for anything suspicous. If he does have malicious intent, we don't
want him to know we're suspicous.” Michael hums in agreement, pouring the hot
black coffee into his mug, slowly mixing in the milk and sugar.
He knows that he might just be totally parinoid, more likely than not, Jack
probably hasn't talked to his father since the day he left him. It's not like
Luke's father would care enough to contact him, he's the one that left in the
first place. Despite this, Michael can't get rid of the nerves that bubble in
his stomach as he sits back down at the worn kitchen table with his hot coffee
mug, running his fingers through his fire red hair in frustration.
He just hopes he can keep the beautiful blonde boy safe.
***** You're The Snake Hidden In My Daffodils *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys! title is from the irony of choking on a lifesaver by atl!
     love you all xx
Once Luke wakes up, Michael makes sure he pampers him the enitre day. He plays
the song he wrote for him, makes him his homemade spaghetti, and then they
finish the day off by snuggling up in front of the t.v. and watching Mean
Girls.
Luke smiles widely most of the day, humming along when Michael plays, and even
participating in a mini tomato sauce food fight while they were making dinner.
It makes the older boy smile too, the relief he feels washing over him as he
realizes that even if shit is going to get complicated with work, and being
around Jack, they'll always have moments like these. They'll always have each
other.
Michael even makes Luke a mug of hot chocolate, spoiling him by adding extra
mashmellows and chocolate syrup, to calm him down enough to go to sleep. He
knows the younger boy is dreading work tomorrow, where he knows they'll have to
face Jack and talk about what happened, and why he reacted the way he did. In
all honesty, Michael is dreading it too.
The red haired boy has no idea how this situation will play out, but he made
sure to discuss the plans with Luke over dinner. Although they both agreed that
the best option is to explain to Jack that they are in fact brothers, Michael
knows that Luke doesn't trust Jack at all. He texted Alex earlier, asking him
to explain everything to Ashton so all three boys could be on high alert at
work the next day. There is no way that Michael will let Jack go through with
any mallicious plans he may have, no matter what the cost.
...
Luke feels the nerves burning in his stomach as soon as he wakes up the next
morning, his mind immediately wandering to what will happen once he's faced
with Jack. He's scared that Jack will out him to his father, but he's also
scared that Jack won't wont a gay brother, that the last family member he has
will reject him just like all the others. Despite the fact that Jack has been
nothing but nice to him since the first day they met, he can't rid himself of
the fear that he'll remove himself from Luke's life because of this.
He feels Michael stir behind him, the arm that he has wrapped around Luke's
waist tightening, pulling the blonde boy closer to him and kissing the back of
his neck. “Morning, baby,” the red haired boy mumbles, making Luke smile. He
turns around in Michael's embrace, his blue eyes meeting Michael's sleepy green
ones.
“Morning,” he replies, moving in to kiss Michael softly, the older boy's hand
coming up to cup his cheek. Luke sighs happily, pulling back and resting his
head on Michael's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He reminds himself
that regardless of what happens when they walk into the restuarant today, he
has Michael, he'll always have Michael.
“Why don't we shower quickly and then I'll make us some breakfast before we
leave for work?” Michael suggests, running his fingers through Luke's sleep
matted hair. The blonde boy nods in agreement, following Michael to the
bathroom. It feels nice to clean off the sweat that Luke feels sticking to his
body after a fitful sleep. He's almost anxious to leave the house and go to
work so that he can stop worrying about what will happen; at least once he sees
Jack he won't have to keep wondering how things will be after last night.
He eats the pancakes Michael makes for them, smiling at the fact that he put
extra chocolate chips, probably because he can sense Luke's nerves. Once
they're dressed and in the car, Michael puts on the new Pierce the Veil song he
knows Luke loves, singing along softly and giving Luke's hand a comforting
squeeze every once in a while.
Once they pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, Michael pulls the keys
out of the ignition, the music cutting off, leaving the car completely silent
as he turns to look at Luke. “You know that if either one of us have any bad
feelings about this, we're out of here, right?” The older boy's warm green eyes
burn into Luke's as he keeps his gaze on him, “The second we think that he
might have a connection with your dad we'll pack up and run. Your safety is my
number one prority, Lukey. Always.”
Luke feels his heart swell, the feeling of gratitude that he has for Michael
almost overwhelming. He nods in response, “I love you,” he simply says, knowing
that it's enough for Michael, that he'll understand how grateful he is without
him having to say it.
Michael smiles, leaning in to kiss Luke softly before he reaches for the door
handle, his gaze flickering towards Jack's car two parking spaces over. “Ready
to go?” He asks, Luke biting his lip nervously as he nods.
“Now or never,” The younger boy says, letting Michael open his door for him,
his fingers lacing with Luke's as they enter the restaurant, the chiming of the
bell a familiar comfort that helped ease Luke's nerves a bit.
Alex and Jack were stood behind the counter, their faces close together as they
talked in hush voices. Their heads whipped up at the sound of the bell, Alex
sighing in relief when he saw the couple stood their, immediately coming around
the counter to pull Luke into a warm embrace. “You scared us all buddy,” the
older brunette mumbles, holding Luke close.
Michael smiles at the two, happy to see that Luke was finding comfort in their
friend's embrace. “Sorry,” He mumbles quietly, smiling shyly at Alex when he
pulls away. The moment is interrupted when Jack coughs from behind them,
awkwardly making his way around the counter and looking at Luke with an
apologetic gaze.
“I'm so sorry if I scared you man, I obviously had no idea that we're, well,
brothers, I guess.” Jack looks sincere as he holds Luke's gaze, “I swear I
haven't talked to my asshole of a father since he left my mom and I all those
years ago. I assumed he's a douche, but I had no idea of the extent until now,
and I definitely don't share those opinions.” Michael watches the man
carefully, deciding that he doesn't really detect any mallicious intent. Jack
seems to be genuinely sorry about the way this all came to be, and Michael
decides that as long as Luke agrees, he's willing to give Jack a small sliver
of his trust. He still plans on watching him, but he's not quite as worried as
he was previously. Luke moves closer to Michael, the red head reaching out for
him instinctively, pulling him close. The blonde boy nods, “Okay, thank you.”
Jack smiles, “No problem, man. I had no idea that I even had a sibling, but I'm
glad that I know now and we can hopefully get to know each other a bit better?”
He looks at Luke in a way that Michael almost thinks is hopeful.
Luke nods again, “I think I would like that.”
***** Musn't Get Our Feet Wet, Cause That Leads To Regret *****
Chapter Notes
     DISCLAIMER: sorry that this is short af, but it's an extremely
     important chapter regardless, and I'll try to update again tomorrow
     to make up for it! I hope you enjoy! ALSO, how do you guys like she's
     kinda hot? It totally slayed me. I'm so impressed/proud! (title is
     from little bird by ed sheeran, one of my favs) xx
It's been a couple weeks since things were cleared up with Jack, and Michael
thinks that everything has been going really well. He's glad that Luke has the
opportunity to get to know the only family member left that hasn't rejected
him, and he feels that this could really help Luke come to terms with his past
and everything that went on with his father. He knows that the younger boy has
opened up to Jack about what it was like growing up with the man, and although
Jack wasn't in the same position, he can relate to the blonde boy because he
too grew up in an unstable environment.
As much as Michael wishes he could give Luke everything he needs to get over
the trauma, he can't, so he really appreciates that Jack has been giving his
time to the younger boy. It seems that the brothers are always together when
they're all at the restaurant, talking in hushes voices while they do the
dishes or clean the tables. Michael doesn't mind. He's with Luke all night at
home anyways, just the two of them alone in their apartment, snuggled up on the
couch watching Netflix. If spending more time with Jack at work is what Luke
needs to close the wounds that still remain unhealed, Michael will take it.
The red haired boy is willing to do whatever it takes to give the blonde boy
peace of mind.
...
Jack climbs into his car, running his fingers through his hair as he lets out a
long sigh. He looks up just in time to see Luke and Michael exiting the
restaurant, the small blonde waving at him, a shy smile on his face. The skunk
haired man waves, forcing himself to smile back so that the couple doesn't get
suspicious. The problem is that it wasn't forced because he doesn't give a shit
about the kid, it was forced because he feels guilty.
It's a foreign feeling for him, something he hasn't felt in years. The last
time he felt guilt was when he left Alex all those years ago, completely
fleeing the city because he knew that if he stayed here with his mother he
would literally go insane. In all the years that have past since then, he's
been pushing all his emotions aside, burying them deeper and deeper until
eventually, he just didn't feel at all.
It almost feels like he's been dead all these years, surviving but not living,
just the empty shell of a broken boy who has been hurt too many times in the
past. Suddenly, he regrets everything he's done. Regrets working with his
father, regrets letting himself get so invested in this bastard's sick plan to
hunt Luke down, regrets giving him any clues as to where the younger boy can be
found. He knows that Luke doesn't deserve any of this, just an innocent kid who
was forced to grow up too fast, who has seen far too many of life's hardships
in the short amount of time he's been on this earth.
Being around the boy, seeing the way his ocean blue eyes light up when he
laughs at a joke Jack makes, the way they sparkle when he watches Michael from
across the room, it reminds him of what it was like to live. He feels like he's
looking at his teenage self, happy despite the fact that he had been through
hell and back, looking at Alex like he was the light of his life, because he
was. Alex was the only thing keeping him from becoming the monster that he is
today, and he'll never regret anything more than he regrets leaving the boy
when he did.
He rests his head against the cool steering wheel, a whole new wave of regret
washing over him when he realizes that Alex probably won't forgive him for
this. He almost wants to punch himself when he realizes how much he's let his
asshole of a father corrupt him, completely brainwashing him into agreeing with
his sick mindset. He really fucked up this time, and he knows what he did is
unforgivable, but he also knows that he has to do everything in his power to
fix his mistake. He has no idea how he's going to dig himself out of the hole
he's trapped himself in, but he does know one thing.
The only way this asshole is going to get to Luke is over his dead body.
***** They're Coming Creeping From The Corner, And All I Know Is That I Don't
Feel Safe *****
Chapter Notes
     GUYS, IM GOING TO THE APMAS TOMORROW AND WARPED FRIDAY AND IM LOWKEY
     FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Because of that, I probably won't update until
     sunday, but yeah, here's this. Hopefully you like it!
     ALSO, this story is coming to an end very soon. It's kind of sad
     because it's my first fic, and it's been something I've worked on so
     long now, but there's only a few more chapters left, not exactly sure
     how many though. ANYWAYS, I'll be posting the first chapter of my new
     girly Luke and Punk hot topic worker Michael fic very very soon! I
     want that to be started as this one comes to an end, so look forward
     to that if you're interested! xx (title is from nightmare by Set It
     Off)
Michael hums along to Always (by blink if you don't know already) from where it
plays through the fuzzy old speakers that sit on the bathroom counter, reaching
for the shampoo where it rests on a little shelf built into the shower beside
him. He pours some into his palm, scrubbing it through his hair as he bobs his
head along to the music. He's too caught up in what he's doing to notice the
door to the bathroom opening, still singing along loud enough to drown out the
sound of Luke's belt hitting the floor while he finishes rinsing the suds out
of his hair.
Needless to say, he's jumps a little in surprise when he hears the curtain
opening, head whipping around to find his beautiful blonde boyfriend stepping
in. He smiles at the boy, “Couldn't resist joining me?” Michael winks, leaning
in to kiss the boy softly as his cheeks heat up, a pretty pink flush spreading
over them.
Michael switches their positions so that Luke is under the warm stream of
water, wetting the golden strands of hair so that he can apply the shampoo. The
younger boy leans into him, sighing contently as Michael's fingers massage the
product into his scalp. “Are you looking forward to lunch with Jack tomorrow?”
Michael tries to bring the subject up subtly, the protective side of him
needing to know how Luke feels, but not wanting to make the boy feel like a
child.
He spins Luke around as he waits for his response, partly because he wants to
see his face so that he can gauge the boy's reaction himself, partly because he
needs his head under the shower spray so he can rinse the shampoo out. He's
happy to see Luke smiling as he nods, “Yeah, I am. I'm really glad that I have
the opportunity to get to know him.”
Michael smiles in return, leaning in to kiss Luke's forehead. “Me too, baby. Me
too.”
...
Calum pulls into the parking lot of his apartment complex, hoping that Ashton
will be home from work by now so that they can cuddle up on the couch and watch
movies all night. He's tired from a long day at work, and he can't wait to kick
his feet up on their coffee table and stuff his face with cheap pizza. He pulls
the key from the ignition once he's parked, jumping out of the car eagerly as
he begins the short walk to the building. He stops dead in his tracks when
something catches his eye, or rather, someone. The same someone he saw
lingering in the bushes what feels like so long ago, who he had totally
forgotten about. The man is dressed in all black, just like he was before, his
hood making it impossible for Calum to see any of his features. Either way,
this is the same guy from before, Calum is sure of that.
The man seems to notice Calum staring at him, whipping around and running into
the forest in what appears like a panicked manner. The motion causes his hood
to fall down, Calum catching a glimpse of what he swears is skunk coloured
hair. It takes the boy a moment to place where he's seen that before, but as
soon as he does he gasps immediately, a shiver running through his body as he
rushes into building, bolting up the stairs into his and Ashton's shared
apartment. He slams the door shut, leaning back against it and sliding to the
ground as he attempts to catch his breath enough to organize his thoughts.
He doesn't even notice ashton entering the room from the kitchen, his voice
startling Calum out of his thoughts, his head whipping up from where it was
resting between his bent knees. “Cal? What's wrong babe?” Ashton leans down so
that they're eye level, concern knitting his brows together as he places a
comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.
“Jack, Ashton. I don't think he's who he says he is.” Calum chokes the words
out, accepting Ashton's warm embrace, thankful for the body heat as another
shiver hits him. “I got home from work, and as I was walking into the building
I saw someone dressed in all black. I saw the guy before, a while ago, but I
just assumed it was nothing. This guy has been scoping out our apartment, Ash.”
An unsettling feeling bubbles in Ashton's stomach. He knows the past that Luke
has had with his family, and he knows that he needs to tell Michael this
information, immediately. It doesn't matter if the boy has been nothing but
nice to Luke since the family bond was discovered, for all they know, it could
be total bullshit. He knows that this is very important information in order to
keep Luke safe, so he drags Calum up to his feet, pulling him out of the
apartment and heading towards Michael's.
As the couple rush up the stairs towards Michael and Luke's apartment, the sick
feeling in Ashton's stomach intensifies.
They're fucked.
***** This Ride Is A Wild One *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi guys! This update took forever, but this week was fucking insane.
     APMAs were literally AMAZING, I touched 3/4 of pierce the veil's
     hands, and Patty from as it is held my hand too. The show was fucking
     amazing. Then I went to warped and had heat stroke but it was 100%
     worth it.
     The new chapter is going to be a huge one, and I'm really emotional
     because this story only has a few more chapters left. It literally
     feels like my baby, and I cant believe it's coming to an end. BUT
     because it's coming to an end, that means it's time for a new story.
     I really hope you guys like the new story, I'll be posting the first
     chapter later tonight so please check it out? It might even be up by
     the time you're reading this.
     (title is from missing you by atl)
Jack runs. He runs as fast and long as he can, only stopping when his lungs
can't take it anymore, collapsing on the ground on the other side of the small
wooded area that he's hiding in. He's so fucking stupid.
He knew that it was a bad idea to come back near the apartment, he could have
easily went somewhere else in town, turned down an abandoned street and just
parked there for two hours so that his father would think he was out scoping
Luke's apartment building. Even if he had no plans to tell his father about
anything he saw today, it was stupid of him to go near the apartment building
in the first place. There's no way in hell that he's going to convince the
Calum kid that he didn't mean any harm by being there, that he's changed his
mind and he's trying to help them.
Jack knows that the kid has already run inside by now, told his curly haired
boyfriend who will drag him over to Michael's house to break the news to the
other couple. He supposes it doesn't really matter anyways, today was supposed
to be a last minute check up to be sure that everything will go as planned
tomorrow anyways. In less than 24 hours, the boys will already know exactly
what's been going on the last few months, so it really doesn't make a
difference if they are suspicious of him tonight or not.
He knows what he's going to do tomorrow, and if anything he's glad that they
have some sort of warning, maybe they'll be even more prepared tomorrow that
way? He sighs, putting his head in his hands and tugging on his hair harshly, a
nervous habit that he can't seem to get rid of. He hopes he can stop the
bastard that is his father tomorrow before he even gets anywhere near Luke, but
he also knows that there's a strong possibility that it will be impossible.
All he can do is try.
...
Michael jumps in surprise when there's frantic knocking at the door to their
apartment, confusion flooding through him as he drops the spoon he was holding
to stir the spaghetti sauce, rushing over to open the door. He approaches it
cautiously, hesitantly peering through the newly installed peep hole in case
there's someone who he should not let in on the other side.
When he sees who's been pounding on their door, he feels both relieved and even
more confused, automatically flinging the door open. “Ashton?... Calum?”
Michael leads the couple into the apartment, concerned eyes meeting Luke's as
the blonde boy comes out of the room, curious about the commotion. Ashton is
babbling on, speaking so quickly that it's literally incomprehensible. He sits
the two boys down at the kitchen table, pulling Luke onto his lap across from
them. “Alright, why don't you take a deep breath and tell me whats up?” The red
haired boy suggests, trying to remain calm despite the nerves burning in his
stomach.
Ashton breathes in deeply, letting it exhale shakily as he meets Michael's
concerned green eyes. The curly haired boy bites his lip, hating to be the
bearer or bad news. “Calum came home from work, and when he pulled up in the
parking lot he saw someone hiding in the trees behind our house, watching the
apartment building.” Ashton glances down as he sees the panic darken Michael's
green irises, taking another breath before he meets Michael's gaze once again.
“Mikey... He's pretty sure the guy out there was Jack.”
Michael's blood goes cold, fury quickly taking over all other emotions. His
grip immediately tightens on Luke, and he presses a soft kiss to the blonde
boy's neck when he feels him shaking, knowing that it's important for everyone
to stay calm in this situation. “Well, by the looks of it he's already watching
us, so there's no point in trying to run now, he'll probably just follow. At
least if we're here, we're in our element and we have the best chance of
getting that fucker and his father in jail.”
Ashton nods in agreement, the boys immediately jumping into a plan to hopefully
keep Luke safe. Michael knows the boy is scared, remaining completely silent as
the other boys talked in hushed voices, almost as if they could be heard even
if they were alone in the apartment. He just hopes that they can keep the
fragile blonde boy safe.
...
Michael shuts the door behind their two friends, the couple finally returning
to their own apartment a couple hours later, nerves fluttering in everyone's
stomach as they all just hope for the best. Michael turns around, smiling when
he finds Luke standing right behind him, immediately wrapping his arms around
the blonde boy because he knows they both just need to be close to each other.
“How do you feel?” The hesitance is obvious in Michael's voice, but he needs to
make sure that the younger boy is as okay as he can be in this situation. He
feels Luke tense in his arms, so he leans in to kiss his forehead gently.
“I'm scared, Mikey.” Luke's voice is small, muffled by the soft fabric of
Michael's shirt as he leans against the older boy's chest. Michael's heart
breaks at those words, and he just hopes that they can fix all of this so that
the younger boy can finally live in peace.
“I know baby, I know.”
***** My Body Crashes To The Pavement *****
Chapter Notes
     This was originally supposed to have a bunch of other shit, but I
     felt that it was better to split it up in two chapters because I want
     it to be really descriptive so it's very visual for you guys, and it
     would just end up being too long and choppy if I tried to fit it all
     in one. I hope you guys like this! I can't believe my first story is
     almost done. It's so bittersweet holy crap. If you haven't checked
     out me new fic, please do? It would mean a lot to me! Love you all!
     (title is from nightmare by set it off. I don't care how many times I
     use this song, it's fucking relevant.)
     P.S. two weeks until my first rowyso show! if any of y'all happen to
     be going to rowyso detroit or cleveland then TELL ME DUDE WE CAN
     TOTALLY MEET UP. I doubt it but yeah, I had to ask.
Jack feels sick to his stomach as he sits with his so called father, planning
how they're going to capture the poor, innocent Luke, take him away from
Michael, the only person who ever showed him love. He honestly hates himself
when he realizes that there's a good chance he won't be able to stop this
bastard. In the back of his mind, he can't help wondering what will happen if
they do manage to get this man in jail. Will Luke and Michael ever forgive him?
He wouldn't blame them if they didn't. How can he expect someone else to
forgive him when he can't even forgive himself?
...
Dread fills Michael the second he opens his eyes that morning. His throat feels
like it wants to close up with the panic that he feels, and his arms
immediately tighten around the fragile blonde boy cuddled up to him. He peeks
over at the boy, noticing that he's awake, but far too engrossed his thoughts
to notice that Michael is now awake too. “Morning baby,” Michael speaks softly,
still causing Luke to jump slightly as he's pulled from his deep thoughts.
“Morning.” Luke whispers back, voice small as he bites his lips nervously.
Michael knows the boy is absolutely terrified, and if he's being honest, he is
too. He's never been more scared in his life, and he wants to kick himself for
not encouraging Luke to bring this to the police a long time ago. They were far
too wrapped up in the bliss of being with eachother, and it was naive of him to
think that this wouldn't happen sooner or later. Although he worried about it,
he figured that it had been long enough, and he was just thinking that maybe
they would be safe after all. He almost laughs out loud when he realizes how
stupid he was.
Michael kisses Luke gently, reminding him that he loves him more than anything.
At this point all he can do is try his best to keep the boy safe, and to make
sure he knows that he's loved and that people will fight for him. He knows that
in the back of Luke's head, he hopes his father has changed, but he also knows
that the second he has any confirmation that Luke's father is in fact planning
something that will harm him, he's calling the fucking police. The blonde boy
doesn't deserve this treatment in the slightest, and he sure as hell doesn't
need this man's love or approval. He has him, Alex, Ashton, and Calum too.
Michael will not let the bastard win.
He figures there's no point in stressing now, if anything is going to happen it
won't be until later on when they're due to work with Jack. Michael is
obviously going to take care of letting the man know that him and Luke will not
be going out for lunch, and hopefully that will throw off any of the potential
plans they may have. It makes him sick to know that he almost let Luke go out
with Jack alone.
“Do you want me to make you pancakes for breakfast, babe?” Michael gets out of
the warm bed slowly, cringing as the cool air of the room hits him. He grabs a
random hoodie from the floor, pulling it on as he waits for Luke's reply. His
heart soars when the blonde boy smiles, nodding enthusiastically at the thought
of pancakes. He's happy that he can still make the boy smile despite the
circumstances, and he can't resist leaning down to give Luke one more kiss
before he makes his way to the kitchen.
It's comforting to know that despite what happens today, this week, or in the
next month, he'll always have Luke and Luke will always have him. He thinks
about this as he mixes up the pancake batter, pouring it into the hot pan in
the shape of a heart when he's finished, smiling when it turns out well.
Somehow, even if it doesn't seem like it at the moment, they'll be fine.
...
Luke bounces his knee anxiously as he watches the familiar buildings they
always see on their way to work flying up, the only thing keeping him somewhat
calm is the weight of Michael's hand in his and his thumb brushing against the
back of Luke's hand softly. He trusts Michael, knows that the boy would do
anything to keep him safe, but he also knows what his father is capable of. He
knows how dangerous the man can be, especially when he has back up and it's not
just him.
He hates not knowing what will happen, and he just hopes that if they call the
police as soon as they have any confirmation of their suspicions, they'll get
there before things get bad. The blonde boy takes a deep breath as they pull up
to the restaurant, his stomach twisting when he doesn't see Jack's car there
yet even though they're already late for their shift by five minutes. He should
definitely be there by now.
Michael turns to his beautiful boyfriend, both of them knowing that they're
thinking the exact same thing. It doesn't need to be said, and both boys are
completely aware of how much they other is panicking internally. “I know today
is absolutely fucking terrifying, but I need you to know that I love you with
everything I have. We will get out of this, and when we do, we can finally live
in peace. I will love you until the day I die, Lukey. You're the light in my
life, and you've made me so much happier.” Michael takes in a shaky breath,
choking back the tears that threaten to spill over. “So, let's get this over
with. Let's get this bastard in jail, and then we can celebrate with some
spaghetti and all your favourite movies later tonight.”
Luke wipes under his eyes hastily, smiling through the tears as he feels his
chest fill with love for this perfect boy, the same one who's currently wiping
away his tears. He flings himself into Michael's warm embrace, relishing in the
feeling of Michael's soft, worn work shirt pressed against his cheek. He
breathes in the familiar minty smell that clings to the boy, mixed with the
comforting smell of clean laundry. They stay like that for a few minutes,
Michael pulling away reluctantly and kissing the top of Luke's head. “Alright,
let's get this shit over with.”
...
Michael goes to Alex as soon as they get in the restuarant, immediately spewing
out all the details of what they've discovered in the last 24 hours. Ashton and
even Calum are there, worried expressions on their faces as they watch their
coworkers. The older man looks like he's going to throw up, the guilt evident
on his face as he nods along to what Michael's saying. Michael knows that Alex
and Jack had something in the past, something that was being rekindled over the
last few weeks, and he's sure that the brunette is beating himself up for not
noticing anything suspicious sooner. The red haired boy assures him that this
is no one's fault, and that all they can do is hope for the best and watch out
for the blonde boy the best they can.
Michael keeps Luke by his side as he talks to their boss, unable to part with
the boy until this is all settled and they know that he's safe. It's then, as
he frantically talks to Alex, clutching Luke to his side and trying not to
panic, that the doors of the restaurant burst open, all hell breaking loose.
Michael turns immediately, fear coiling his stomach painfully as he sees no
other than Jack bursting through that door. The man is panting heavily,
clutching his stomach as he attempts to catch his breath enough to choke out
words. “Leave. Michael y-you... You need to leave. Take Luke and fucking run,
he's crazy and he'll stop at nothing. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't realize
this sooner, but you really need to-”
The red haired boy feels like time stops in that moment, his mind faintly
registering the sound of phone dialling, hopefully someone calling 911. He's
more focused on the sound of a gun firing, immediately ducking down and
throwing Luke behind him as fast as he can. He feels like he's drowning in his
own fear, the sound of broken glass smashing on the floor distant, almost like
he's under water and can't surface.
They're so fucked.
***** We Could Make Forever After All *****
Chapter Notes
     GUYS IM LITERALLY SO EMO. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE LAST CHAPTER AND
     THEN IM POSTING A LONG EPILOGUE. This story is literally my baby, and
     I couldn't be any prouder to have come this far and finished it. It's
     really sad to think that it's done after the epilogue, because it's
     been a part of my life for so long that it'll be weird to not write
     as these characters anymore.
     Even though I'm sad, this is exactly how I wanted it to end and I
     hope you guys are happy with it. There's no point in dragging it on
     and I think this was the right time. If you haven't checked it out
     yet, I have a new muke story called "Ready, Princess?" that you can
     read, so you're not getting rid of me quite yet.
     Thank you guys SO fucking much for all your support, you guys are
     what kept me going and pushed me to write until the end. I'm
     literally so thankful, and if you took the time to comment on
     basically every chapter, seriously it meant SO much to me. Stay tuned
     for a fucking cute and smutty epilogue within the next few days! I
     love you all so much! (title is from Cinderblock Garden by atl
     because it's probably my fav song off of future hearts and it reminds
     of of this fic a lot)
     -Kara xx
Michael shakes his head frantically, trying to clear it enough to take in his
surroundings. He reaches back for Luke blindly, almost crying in relief when
the blonde boy's shaking fingers capture his own. The red haired boy's head
whips around, taking note of the other boys all crouched around him, Calum and
Ashton gripping onto each other for dear life, Alex holding his phone to his
ear, frantically whispering into it. Clearly the shot was just to scare them.
That, or they were really fucking lucky. The relief he feels is short lived
though, interrupted a few seconds later by a deep, scratchy voice.
Michael feels Luke's grip on his hand tighten immediately, the blonde boy's
fingers gripping so tightly that his nails were biting into Michael's skin. The
green eyed boy feels his blood go cold, hatred immediately filling his body for
this man. He's grateful that at the moment he can't see the man, because
honestly he would have preferred living his entire life without seeing this
fucking bastard. His thumb brushes over the back of Luke's hand gently, trying
to calm the boy down as much as he can in this situation.
“Well, well well. Looks like you're a not loyal piece of shit just like your
bitch of a mother, aren't you Jack?” Michael sees the top half of Jack's
trembling body as the man backs up slowly until his back hits the bar they're
hiding behind.
“It sure does look like that, doesn't it?” Michael admires the fact that Jack's
voice still has a dangerous edge to it, despite the fact that the red haired
boy knows he's scared shitless. “It also looks like you're just as much of a
deadbeat bastard as my mother made you out to me. Glad we cleared that up.”
Michael doesn't dare to move an inch, barely even breathing as he prays to the
gods above that the police get here before this asshole can get any closer to
Luke. His stillness is almost broken when the other voice, the one that belongs
to the prick that happens to be Luke's father, startles him.
“Let's get one fucking thing straight here, boy. You were a fucking mistake. So
was your faggot of a brother for that matter, but he chose to be like that. You
shouldn't even have been born.” The green eyed boy feels pity for Jack as he
flinches at his father's words, any of the confidence Michael saw earlier
completely fading. “Now that we got that out of the way, you have two options.
One; you can tell me where the fuck Luke and his bitch ass friends are and I'll
let you go, as long as I never have to see your face again. Two; I'll fucking
kill you and go find them myself.”
Jack steps forward, knowing that he needs to get away from this counter before
his asshole father gets any closer, because he'll never forgive himself if he
finds Luke and captures him. He gets up close to the man, almost gagging as the
strong stench of stale beer fills his nostrils. He picks up the hand that's
holding the gun, bringing it to his temple and giving his father a sinister
smile. “Kill me. I fucking dare you. I sure as fuck don't mind if you add
another thing to your very long list of things that will keep you in jail even
longer. Like you said, I'm a fucking mistake anyways. If I'm going to do one
thing right in my pathetic life, it's going to be this. So there you have it,
father.” Jack laughs brokenly, taking a death breath before he finishes. “
Finish me off, because the only way you're getting to Luke is over my dead
fucking-”
Michael is so absorbed in what Jack is saying that he doesn't notice Luke's
grip on his hand loosening before it's too late, and there's nothing more he
can do that shout after the blonde boy, immediately following the blonde boy
into a standing position. Luke steps in front of him, shocking everyone in the
room with what he says next. “No! You're not going to come in here and act like
you fucking own me. You never did anything to earn the title of my father,
you're basically a fucking sperm donor for all I care, and you're sure as fuck
not going to kill Jack just so you can get to me. You wanted to see my that
fucking bad? Well here I am, with my gay fucking boyfriend, being faggots. So
why don't you hurry the fuck up and leave before you catch the gay?” Luke is
panting after he spits that all out, but his expression is challenging
nonetheless, and Michael just feels an overwhelming amount of pride for his
boy.
Andrew opens up his mouth to respond, and Michael sees the brief flash of shock
take over his features before the fury. Much to Michael's relief, before the
man even gets the chance to reply there are flashing lights, and Michael can
barely keep up with how quickly everything happens.
Two police men burst through the doors, the bigger of the two immediately
grabbing Andrew, holding him back while the other one handcuffs him. The two
men then look at Jack, awkwardly standing to the side like he doesn't know what
to do with himself. Michael didn't even notice him moving, he almost forgot
that the Jack was even here. "Are you associated with this man?" One of the
police men ask, giving Jack a questioning look.
Luke makes eye contact with Jack briefly, opening his mouth to tell the police
that it's fine, Luke has already forgiven the boy for what he did after the
events that just unfolded. The older boy beats him too it , though, knowing
that if he's ever going to forgive himself, he needs to at least do this. "I-
I... Yeah, I'm associated with him, and I take full responsibility." 
They look shocked for a moment, not used to someone just completely owning up
to their actions like that, eventually just nodding and handcuffing Jack as
well. The smaller man turns, “Alright, which one of you are Luke Hemmings?”
Michael turns to Luke, giving him a small nod, trying to give the most
comforting look possible given the situation.
He steps forward tentatively, “Me.” His voice is small, barely above a whisper
as he plays with his shaking fingers nervously. The red haired boy wants
nothing more than to reach forward at the moment, itching to offer the blonde
boy reassurance from his touch. He police man's eyes turn to Luke, sympathy
immediately flashing over his eyes.
“This is obviously your father, Andrew Hemmings?” The man asks, gesturing
towards the bastard that is unfortunately Luke's father. The younger boy nods
slightly, biting his lip, and Michael's heart breaks as he can tell that he's
fighting tears. “Alright then, we're going to have to take both you and your
father back to the station to talk about the obvious child abuse that is going
on here.” The man glances between Luke and Michael, offering the couple a small
smile before he turns back to Luke and says, “You can ride with him if you
like.”
Luke smiles at that, just barely a twitch of his lips, but it's still there,
and Michael's heart warms. The fragile boy nods at that, the police turning
around and beginning to force Andrew towards their car, although the man seems
to have given up on fighting against them at this point. It's time he accepts
his punishment. The blonde boy turns to Michael once they're in the car and
driving away, immediately closing the distance between them and literally
throwing himself into Michael's arms, burying his face in Michael's chest.
Michael catches his boyfriend easily, leaning down to press soft kisses to his
head as he sobs into his chest. He knows Luke is just overwhelmed, and it's
probably going to take a while for him to come to terms with everything that
just happened, and he can't help but shed a few tears of his own as he realizes
that they're finally free. Luke's father is going to get what's coming to him,
and he and Luke can live without the constant fear that they're going to be
found, and the little heaven they've created will be destroyed. Luke can live
knowing that his father got exactly what he deserves for destroying his
childhood, and he can finally move on from his past.
As the two boys grip onto each other, tears on both of their faces as they
exchange whispered I love you's, one thing keeps repeating through Michael's
brain.
They're going to be okay after all.
***** I'll Find A Way To Fix These Broken Pieces And Let Go (EPILOGUE) *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow.
     Well first off, this took for fucking ever and I'm so sorry but I saw
     5sos twice last week and I was very busy, but I knew this needed to
     be perfect so I wanted to take my time with it. I'm extremely sad to
     let this story go. It's been one hell of ride, and honestly thank you
     SO much to anyone who stuck with this fic, leaving kudos, comments,
     and just reading it at all. It means so much to me.
     If you want to see more of me I'm writing another muke fic and I
     occasionally post one shots so check those out! (title is from Broken
     Pieces by 5sos and can I just say Jet Black Heart fucked me up so
     bad, you have no idea. I was sobbing. All of the new songs so far are
     amazing and I'm so proud of the boys!!)
     -Kara xx
~six months later~
Michael plays with the sleeves of his leather jacket nervously, running his
fingers through his black hair as he watches the opening in the trees, waiting
for his boy to walk through them. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the
small velvet box and running his fingers over the smooth surface. He thinks
back to a month prior, his eyes scanning over the wide variety of rings in
front of him, struggling to pick the right one, smiling when he caught sight of
the ring of his dreams. He glances up at the trees again, opening the box
slowly when he sees that he's still got time. The ring is simple, silver bands
intertwining together, one band made entirely of diamonds. He can't help but
think about how good it's going to look on Luke's slim finger.
He slips it back in his pocket, his heart skipping a beat when he hears
rustling in the trees, the faint sound of Luke arguing with Alex about where
the hell he's taking him. Michael smirks at that, watching as Alex emerges from
the trees, towing along a blindfolded Luke. The blonde boy pouts cutely, and
Michael bites his lip when he sees that he's wearing the jeans with the
zippers, the ones that he knows are Michael's favourite. Right now, though,
Michael can only think about how he can't wait to take those same jeans off
later.
He mouths a thank you to Alex, the older man smiling as he gives him a thumbs
up in return, mouthing a good luck as he turns around and heads back to where
he came from. Michael approaches his beautiful boyfriend slowly, unable to
resist leaning in and surprising the boy with a soft kiss, which he immediately
melts into. “Mikey...” He breathes out, hands immediately flying up to touch
the older boy's head, smiling when he recognizes the messy tuffs of hair.
The black haired boy pulls off the blindfold, smiling back as he whispers,
“Hey, baby.” Luke giggles, leaning in to kiss him one more time, for good
measure. He brings his hands to Michael's chest, fisting the soft fabric of the
boy's shirt in his hands.
“I should have known you were behind this...” He giggles, and Michael's heart
flutters, Luke still being able to effect him that way despite how long it's
been. He grabs the blonde boy's smooth hand in his own, guiding him over to the
blanket he has set up, letting him flop down on the side opposite to where his
guitar is sitting.
“I, um... I've wanted to do this for so long now, and no place felt more right
than our place.” Michael's mumbling at this point, nerves getting the best of
him even though he's usually out there and confident. Luke squints at him,
confusion evident in his ocean blue eyes. Michael wipes his hands on his jeans,
picking up his guitar and moving so that he's sitting cross-legged, placing the
guitar in his lap gently. He figures it's time to let the music do the talking
anyway. It's what he's best at.
The black haired boy lifts his gaze to Luke's once his fingers are places on
the strings expertly, offering him a soft smile as he begins strumming softly.
“Settle down with me. Cover me up, cuddle me in.” Michael sings softly,
watching as recognition lights up on the blonde boy's face, almost as if he can
see the boy putting everything together in his mind, his eyes immediately
glossing over as he brings his hand to his mouth, gasping softly. Michael knows
he must be thinking back to that night a few months ago, when they were tucked
into the covers tightly, huddling together to keep warm, kiss me playing softly
from Michael's stereo as Luke claimed that it would be “the perfect wedding
song.”
“And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck.” Michael
meets Luke's eyes once again, “I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know
me yet.” His heart soars as he watches Luke's reaction, the younger boy wiping
as his eyes with sweater paws as Michael approaches the chorus. “Kiss me like
you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.”
Michael thinks back to their first kiss as he sings, his mind filling with
beautiful memories as he shares another one with this beautiful boy. “Settle
down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my baby.” Michael's fingers
shake with emotion as he continues, his love for the boy in front of him
nothing short of overwhelming.
He pours his passion and love into his singing and playing, hoping that Luke
can see just how much he means to him, that this moment is as special as
Michael hoped it would be. He feels like time stops in this moment, and he
can't help but tear up as his love for Luke consumes him. He feels so lucky as
he plays for the boy, lucky to have found him, lucky to have had the privilege
of being the first, and now the last person to show this boy true love. His
voice cracks with emotion as the last chorus comes around, “Kiss me like you
wanna be loved, wanna be loved, wanna be loved. This feels like falling in
love, falling in love We're falling in love.”
Michael literally tosses the guitar away when he's finished, completely
unconcerned about it's well being, just knowing that he needs to be close to
Luke right now. The blonde boy literally throws himself into Michael's lap,
burying his head in the boy's shoulder as he takes a few deep breaths. Michael
blinks the tears out of his own eyes, pulling back and lifting Luke's chin so
that he meets his watery gaze. The black haired boy giggles breathlessly,
leaning in to kiss the tears off of Luke's cheeks, taking both of the blonde
boy's hands in his.
“Since the day I first met you, I always knew there was something about you
Lukey, something special.” Michael hears his voice wobbling, a couple stray
tears falling as he takes a deep breath. “You're just so easy to love. The way
you scrunch up your nose when you laugh, the way you always try to press
yourself closer to me when we cuddle, even if we're already pressed together as
tightly as we can be,” Michael brushes his finger over the back of Luke's hand
gently.
“The way you roll over to my side of the bed and cuddle into my pillow as soon
as I leave the bed, even if it's just for five minutes to go and get a glass of
water. The way you trust me so wholeheartedly that it literally makes me feel
like superman.” That draws a watery giggle from the boy, and Michael can't
resist leaning in to kiss his cheek gently before he continues. “You bring out
the best in me, Luke. Loving you has been an absolute honour, and I want
nothing more than to continue doing that for the rest of my life.”
The blonde haired boy watches as Michael reaches into his pocket awkwardly, not
an easy task when he has a lap full of his beautiful boy. When he finally gets
it out, he meets Luke's blue eyes with his own green ones, both of their eyes
filling with tears as Michael clears his throat, opening the box gently as he
says, “What I'm trying to ask here is, Luke Hemmings, would you do me the
absolute honour of marrying me?”
Luke nods frantically, his mouthing meeting Michael's in a fierce kiss as soon
as the boy slips the ring on his finger. They can both taste the salty tears on
their lips as the cling to each other, but neither of them care, and as the
moonlight illuminates them softly, Luke can't help but think that this is the
start of forever.
...
~1year later~
Michael smiles against Luke's mouth as the couple stumble into their hotel
room, pressing the blonde boy against the door the second that they get it
shut. Tonight was perfect, and his mind is filled with images of Luke's bright
blue eyes, alight with happiness as Michael twirled him around the dance floor
playfully, Kiss Me playing softly in the background.
His fingers grip at the tie around the younger boy's neck, ripping it off and
tossing it behind him as his lips immediately attach to the warm skin of Luke's
neck. “I've been waiting to do this all fucking day. Do you know how hard it
was to stop myself from bending you over the table at that fancy restaurant?”
Michael's voice is breathless, words coming out between kisses as his fingers
unbutton Luke's shirt frantically. The blonde boy moans in response, his
fingers flying up to tangle in Michael's soft lilac hair, the same colour as
the bouquet of flowers the older boy presented to Luke earlier.
Luke forces his eyes open when Michael's lips pull away from his skin, smiling
widely when he's immediately met with the boy's warm green gaze. He can't
resist leaning in to capture Michael's mouth in a kiss once again, letting
Michael push his shirt off his shoulders, guiding him over to the bed. They
fall down onto the crisp white sheets, lost in each other and this moment as
they continue to shed clothes until they're both completely bare.
Michael looks down at the beautiful boy beneath him, his thumb coming up to
brush over his cheekbone, placing a soft kiss there and letting his lips trail
down his jaw, eventually landing on his mouth once again. His touch remains
gentle as he trails his fingers down the creamy skin of Luke's side, eventually
opening the boy up gently with the lube he placed on the beside table when the
dropped their bags off earlier. He watches as Luke's face scrunches up with
pleasure, his entire body filled with the love he has for the boy.
Eventually he pulls his fingers out gently, drizzling some more lube on his
fingers so that he can slick up his cock. He wipes the lube off onto the sheets
carefully, taking Luke's hand in his own, flipping his hand over so what it's
palm up, pressing them together and lacing their fingers together tightly. He
shudders at the cool feeling of Luke's newly aqquired wedding ring against his
warm skin, pushing into the boy slowly.
As he pounds into Luke, their moans filling the quiet room, the blonde boy's
hand squeezing Michael's tightly as he arches his back, Michael decides that
this will never get old.
He'll never get tired of being connected to Luke like this.
...
~10 years later~
Luke blinks his eyes open slowly, his vision bleary with sleep as he buries his
head further into Michael's warm chest, willing whatever it is that woke him at
this ungodly to go away. “Daddy?” He hears the soft voice of their now 5 year
old daughter calling for him tentatively.
He immediately sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes quickly as he turns
to the doorway, seeing Emma hovering in their doorway shyly. “What's up
babygirl?” He tries to whisper, knowing that Michael will probably wake up
anyways, his creepy father senses bringing him out of his slumber, but it's
worth a shot.
The little girl comes to sit on his and Michael's bed when he beckons her over,
tiny fingers clutching favourite purple blanket tightly. Luke feels Michael
stirring as their baby climbs over his feet to sit next to the blonde man, and
he smiles when she leaves one hand on Michael's calf, finding comfort in his
touch. As expected, Michael sits up then, immediately noticing that Luke is no
longer laying beside him, running a hand through his bedhead. When he spots
Emma he frowns, noticing the tear tracks on her face as it's illuminated by the
light coming through the window. “Why don't you tell us what's wrong
sweetheart?”
The little girl's lip shakes as she lifts her eyes to Michael's, still as
bright green as they were when Luke met him all those years ago. “Had a n-
nightmare.” Her voice is small, and Luke has to resist the urge to coo when
Michael lifts the girl into his arms carefully, letting his cuddle into his
chest and breath in his calming scent, the same one that has calmed Luke so
many times before.
“Shhh, you're safe now. It was just a dream baby.” Michael rocks the girl
softly, Luke lifting his hand to play with her hair since he knows it always
calms the girl. Still, he keeps his eyes on Michael, admiring the boy's relaxed
expression, eyes closed like they always are when he hugs someone, and he's
honestly so in love with him. He's just as in love with Michael as he was 10
years ago.
“Daddy?” Emma pulls away from Michael's embrace slightly, looking up at him
timidly. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Michael agrees automatically,
meeting Luke's eyes over Emma's head and giving him a soft smile. The couple
settle back down, Emma tucked safely between them as they face each other,
tired green eyes meeting blue.
Michael lifts his hand up, sliding his fingers between Luke's so they can rest
their linked hands on the little girl's back gently, watching as she drifts
back into sleep easily. Soon enough Michael's fingers go slack in his, his eyes
shut and breathing even.
As he watches the two people he loves most in the world sleeping peacefully,
all of them pressed so tightly together, Luke can't help but think that his
little family is perfect.
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