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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band), 5SOS
  Relationship:
      Michael_Clifford/Luke_Hemmings, Liz_Hemmings/Andrew_Hemmings
  Character:
      Michael_Clifford, Luke_Hemmings, Pengy_the_Stuffed_Penguin, Liz_Hemmings,
      Andrew_Hemmings
  Additional Tags:
      16_yr_old_luke_-_Freeform, 21_yr_old_Michael, Innocent_Luke, Frustrated
      Luke, Babysitter_Michael, fem_luke, Little_Luke, kindof_not_really,
      Masturbation, Virginity_Loss, Panties, pillow_humping, Sleepy_Sex, Sleepy
      Cuddles, pengy_witnesses_too_much, Luke_sleeps_a_lot, Scared_Luke, Self-
      Discovery, underage_in_some_countries_i_guess
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      Published: 2016-05-26 Updated: 2017-04-18 Chapters: 25/? Words: 41757
****** You Have No Idea What You Do To Me, Baby. ******
by irwin8hemmings
Summary
     Luke's parents hire Michael to babysit Luke while they are on a
     business trip for a week; cuteness ensues. Luke has the mindset of a
     6 year old, with the body (and urges) of the 16 year old he is.
     Michael finds himself having to... explain some things to his
     "little" companion.
     Or, Luke is too innocent to notice that his naivety turns Michael the
     fuck on.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Luke was sitting at the breakfast table, enjoying the eggs Mommy had made for
him and humming happily to himself.  
Pengy was sitting next to him in his designated spot and enjoying the fresh,
warm summer air that blew through the open kitchen window.
Luke couldn't help himself from getting excited and bouncing happily in his
chair as he ate.  His parents were going on a week-long business trip, leaving
that morning, and Luke would be free to do anything he wanted.
Now, for any other 16-year-old boy, this would mean a whole week filled with
parties, and alcohol snuck from that cupboard every household had.  But Luke
had some... different interests.
It wasn't anyone's fault that Luke still carried his beloved stuffed penguin,
"Pengy" around everywhere, or he preferred to wear skirts instead of pants,
that was just how he was.
He wasn't treated differently by his parents when he was growing up, he just
always gravitated more towards the ladies section.
But that wasn't all that was different about Luke, he was also quite innocent
and needy when it came to most things.  As much as he thought he was a "big
boy", and that he could take care of himself for the week, his parents knew he
couldn't survive for a day without needing help.
So, much to Luke's dismay, his parents had hired a babysitter to come stay with
him for the week.
 
===============================================================================
 
"Luke, I know you are a big boy now, but you still don't know how to take care
of yourself."  His mother, Liz, was trying to gently tell Luke of their plans
to get him a babysitter.
"Mom, that's not fair!  You said that I could invite Calum over and we could
have sleepovers and that Joy would make sure I was ok!"  Luke started to get
teary eyed.
"Sweetheart, Calum is on vacation now and Joy can't watch you anymore.  We are
only doing this because we love you, please don't cry, baby."  Liz handed Luke
his penguin and carded her hand through his hair lovingly.
Luke grabbed Pengy from Liz and wrapped his arms around the fluffy penguin
harshly, squeezing the life from the stuffed toy.
"C'mon, kiddo, I know you'll have a great time.  You're still gonna be the boss
of the house, you'll just have someone there to, y'know, smooth out the edges.
 Make sure you are eating, and sleeping and showering." Luke's dad, Andy came
in to try and console his boy.
Luke frowned harder at his dad's words, "Still not fair."  Luke huffed  and
stood up, stomping his way to his room.
***
"Pengy, why do mommy and daddy have to get a babysitter for me?  It not fair,
I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself!"  Luke was lying on his bed,
talking to and playing with Pengy's small flippers.
Luke rolled over onto his tummy and yawned, pulling Pengy closer into his chest
for a snuggle.  He was still mad that his parents didn't think he was a big
enough boy to be alone for the week, but he was also kind of tired from crying
and having his little temper tantrum.
"We'll have fun, Pengy," Luke mumbled sleepily to the stuffed toy, "Won't let
some babysitter ruin this week will we?"  He turned over onto his right side
defiantly with a small 'humph', and drifted off into a nap.
***
When Luke woke up from his nap, it was because he could hear his mommy calling
for him from downstairs.  It was then that he remembered that a babysitter
would be showing up soon.  Luke looked out of his window and saw the big car
that was going to be taking his parents and all of their suitcases to the
airport.
His room was directly above the garage, and he could see the whole street from
his window.  Right now, he could see his daddy loading things into the van, and
mommy was out there with him.  
Luke didn't really feel like going all the way downstairs, so he opened his
window and shouted out to his parents, "Bye, mommy, bye daddy!" He sounded
happy again, and was smiling and waving to his parents.
"Bye, Lukey.  Be a good boy for us while we're gone, I know you will,
sweetheart!" Luke smiled at his mommy's words because he knew he was a good
boy.  He would try his best to make mommy and daddy proud when they got back.
"Goodbye, Luke.  Have fun and be safe, we'll be back this time next week!"
 Luke heard his daddy say goodbye as he was closing the side sliding doors of
the van.  Luke kept waving to them as they drove away in the van.
Just as he lost sight of them, he got a text from his mommy, it said, 'Michael
should arrive in about half an hour, he's going to be staying with you this
week to watch you.  Text me or your father if you need anything Xx.'
Luke gasped out loud as he read the text, and then he read it again so Pengy
could hear it, "Pengy, can you believe this?!  It's Michael!  Michael's gonna
be my babysitter!"  Luke lifted Pengy by his flipper and spun him around the
room.
Luke flopped onto his bed, tummy first, with Pengy.  He was so excited to have
Michael over!  Luke didn't want to tell anyone, not even his mommy, but he
really liked Michael.  Like, helike liked Michael.  It made his tummy tingle to
think of him and he felt his cheeks get warm.  
Luke checked the clock beside his bed, still half an hour to go untill Michael
arrived.
Mikey, as Luke liked to fondly call him, lived 3 doors down and was in his 3rd
year of university.  He was 21, and he had dyed black hair.  
Luke liked Mikey's hair a lot.  He always wanted to touch it, but he never got
up the courage to ask if he could, plus, Calum said that he shouldn't ask to
touch someone's hair if you don't know them well.
He wished that he knew Michael really well, like, best friend well.  That way
they could have sleepovers, and share secrets, and maybe Luke would tell Mikey
about his crush on him and then they could kiss on the cheek.
Luke blushed and giggled at the thought, he felt tingles in his tummy again,
but these ones were different, they were lower, and they felt good.  
He only got these tingles when he thought grown up thoughts, like kissing.  He
felt naughty for even thinking it, but he loved the feelings he got from the
tingles.  
Sometimes, Luke would get so many tingles, that it made his boy parts do
things.  But that only happened when he thought of really grown up things, like
kissing on the lips... with Michael.
Luke made a noise at the thought and then gasped as he looked down, his boy
parts were standing up again!  
He had very mixed feelings about when this happened, for one, he felt so
naughty, no one ever really told him it was bad if his thingy got hard, but he
just felt naughty.  Two, the only way his boy parts would go back to normal was
if he humped around on his pillow untill something happened, but then he got
all tired and shaky, and felt lonely and sad after.  
But it felt so good on his thingy when he sat on his pillow.  He felt like he
was sitting on a cloud, a cloud that made his thingy feel so good that it
squirted yucky juice everywhere (Luke knew the juice was yucky because he
tasted a bit once; it was yucky).
The clock said that he had 20 whole minutes untill Mikey came over, and Luke
knew that he couldn't leave his thingy all hard, and tingly.
The bulge was noticeable from under his skirt, and when Luke lifted up his
skirt to look, he could see that his boy parts were coming out of the top of
his blue lace panties!  These were his favourite ones but they were getting
dribbled on by his naughty thingy.
If Luke knew one thing it was that the yucky boy part juice stained everything.
 
He looked at Pengy to see what he thought of the situation, Pengy was sitting
by Luke's favourite pillow to do his naughty things on, Luke agreed, he should
make his boy parts happy before Mikey gets here.  
He lifted Pengy from his favourite pillow and gingerly placed him onto another
at the head of his bed.  Luke sat up on his knees, and could feel his balls
pressing into the comforter.  
As he brought the pillow down between his legs, he noticed that his skirt was
obscuring the view.  Luke didn't know why, but his boy parts always felt the
best when he could see them rubbing into his pillow.
He pulled the front hem of the skirt up and tucked it into the waistband,
perfect, now he could see his whole thingy; it was all red at the tip and the
yucky juice was slowly trickling out of it too.
"Oh no, Pengy look," Luke gestured to his "thingy", "This means my boy parts
are super tingly and I need to use my pillow before Michael gets here."
He briefly entertained the thought of having Michael walk in and see him being
naughty like this; part of Luke thought that he shouldn't think of things like
that, but another, bigger part of him secretly wanted that to happen.
Luke's cock gave an interested twitch as he sat down onto his pillow,
straddling it.  He let out a broken 'Ooh' at the feeling, and grabbed Pengy's
flipper with one hand, and bed sheets with another.
He wasn't unpracticed in the art of pillow humping, Luke just had very
sensitive "boy parts", and jutted about everywhere when something felt
particularly good.
Luke dragged his hips up and down on his pillow, moaning like a girl and
breathing heavily through his nose.
"Feels so good, Pengy.  Ugh-gosh, l-love making my boy parts happy."  He
stuttered, out of breath, and pulled Pengy into him, holding it to his side
with one arm as the other kept the pillow in place as Luke pressed and twisted
into the soft, downy fabric.
He looked over at the clock through hooded eyes, 5 minutes untill Mikey comes.
 This made Lukey go a bit faster, bouncing more than rocking.
"O-oh man,  so, so good! P-Pengy, it's coming!"  Luke had the penguin in a
strong grasp, and moved to fully hug it has he neared his orgasm.
"Mmh, my thingy's gonna explode!  Feels really nice, wow!" He burrowed his face
into Pengy's short fur as soon as he felt his tummy get knotty.
Luke's back started to arch and he grinded down harder into the pillow as the
buildup deepened even more.
"Uh, uh ,uh, uh!  P-Pengy, o-oh."  Lukey finished with a quiet 'oh' and slumped
into Pengy, tired and warn out again.
He could feel his small body shaking lightly from exertion and his boy parts
get nice and soft again.  He felt sticky and sweaty and he wanted a hug.
But Lukey didn't get too sad because he had Pengy.  He clutched the stuffed
animal close and curled around it on his bed, cuddling it as he closed his
eyes.
Luke desperately wished he had Mikey there though, to give him cuddles like
Pengy could.  But he was so sleepy that he forgot Michael was due to arrive any
second.
He just curled around Pengy even more and mumbled, "That felt so great, Pengy.
 M' boy parts are all better now.  No more tingles."  
Then he closed his eyes and had a second nap of the day.  For a "big boy" he
sure did sleep a lot.
When Michael walked into Luke's room he was hit with an onslaught of emotions
at the sight of his little Lukey before him.
One, he looked so adorable cuddled up to his stuffed penguin on the middle of
his bed in his little skirt.  Mikey just wanted to scoop him up and let Luke
sleep on his chest all day.
But, two, he noticed that Luke was sweaty and there was a pillow under him
covered in cum... Michael had never gotten harder faster.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Fluff
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Luke awoke to the soft sound of light knocking.  Opening his eyes and yawning,
he saw Michael standing in the threshold of his room.
"Hey, Mikey."  Luke yawned again and lifted up a curled fist to rub at his
eyes.  He didn't think much about hiding the evidence from his little
endeavour, and didn't bother to clean any of his own cum off of the pillow or
re-situate his skirt.
"Hey, Lukey, taking a nap?"  Mikey had his hands in his jean pockets and one
shoulder leant against the wooden doorframe.
Luke sat up in his bed and nodded, yawning again as he scooted up to the head
of his bed and smiled once his brain clued in that Mikey had finally arrived.
"'M so excited, Mikey!  We're gonna have so much fun!"  Luke squealed from his
spot on the bed and Mike chuckled because he forgot how adorable Luke was when
he was excited.
Then he thought about why he was so god damned turned on and willed his boner
to go down.  Why did he get hard from looking at Luke that way?  He really
couldn't find an answer. 
"Mikey come sit."  Lukey said and patted the spot beside him on the bed. "I got
a new stuffy who you have to meet, his name is Pengy.  He's a penguin."
Mike came and sat down on the bed beside Luke.  Luke was in the middle of the
top with his legs crossed while Michael was just sitting on the edge and
smiling fondly at him.
"Wow, Lukey boy, he's very nice." Luke blushed at the pet name because it made
him feel super nice and warm and fuzzy whenever Mikey called him names like
that.  Baby boy was his favourite though.
"Thanks, Mikey.  Umm, can we have some lunch please?  My tummy is growling."
 Luke attempted to change the conversation but his tummy was really growling
and Michael laughed when he heard the noise.
"Of course, Lukey, any requests from my favourite sous chef?"  Luke's eyes lit
up for two of two reasons, one because he knew Mikey would make them Mac and
cheese, and two because he would get to help him in the kitchen because he was
a sous chef.  He didn't really understand French but it was a very important
job that he took very seriously.
"Can we make Mac and cheese, please?!"  Luke was practically bouncing on the
bed with excitement.  Mike's mind went a different way when he saw Luke
bouncing up and down, but he pushed the thoughts away and ruffled Luke's hair,
agreeing to the proposal of Mac and cheese. 
***
"Alright, Lukey, the water is boiling so stand back ok, don't want you to get
hurt." Mike warned and Luke nodded, stepping back a few feet from the stove as
Mikey added the uncooked pasta and stirred.
"When can I help?"
"When the pasta is cooked, you can add cheese and butter and milk, ok?"
"M Kay, can I grate cheese now?"
"Sure thing, but let me get the grater out for you, it could cut you if you're
not careful."  Michael turned from the pasta to one of the higher cupboards in
Luke's kitchen to get the grater.  
Luke skipped off to the fridge to find some cheese, cheddar in particular. He
like it more than other cheese, and he was Mikey's sous chef, so he could
choose.
"I got some cheese Mikey, it's cheddar.  Cheddar is mine and Pengy's favorite
cheese!"  Luke smiled and let Michael open the cheese.
"That's great, Lukey.  I like cheddar to. You know how to grate the cheese
without hurting yourself right?"
"Yup."
"Alrighty then, you and Pengy can grate some cheese, and the macaroni should be
ready for it in a few." 
Luke got to work, being careful to go slow and steady with the cheese.  It was
going pretty good until Luke pressed to hard while grating and a chunk of
cheese fell off of the block and Luke's hand pressed right into the grater.
It really wasn't much of a cut at all, just a small shaving of skin came off
but Luke was a lot more sensitive than most boys his age.
Mike heard the gasp and small cry of "owie!" and turned around to see Luke
clutching his right pointer finger to his chest.
"Oh, Lukey boy, what did you do?"  Michael walked over with his eyebrows
furrowed in concern for the small boy.  Luke wouldn't last a second on his own,
no way.
"Cut myself, Mikey.  'N it hurts."  Luke pouted and small sobs chopped up his
words.  He held his hand out to Michael, looking up at him with big, hurt eyes.
"Aw, it's ok, baby boy.  It's nothing a bandaid and a kiss won't fix."  Mikey
said with a wry smile, trying to cheer Luke up again.  
Luke felt his cheeks heat slightly at the mention of "baby boy" but felt better
when Mikey said he would get a bandaid and a kiss.
"Alright, Lukey, go sit down and I'll get you a pretty bandaid."
Luke went to grab Pengy and sit on his breakfast stool, swirling around slowly
while he waited for Michael to return with a bandaid.
He came back with a pretty yellow and pink Hello Kitty bandaid.  Then, as
promised, Mikey placed a few soft kissed around the bandaid.
Luke made a small noise and blushed a deep shade of red.  He was smiling like a
star though, and Mikey couldn't help himself from cooing a little bit.
"I think that the pasta's ready for the cheese now, Lukey.  Do you wanna pour
it in?"
"Yes please."
Luke grabbed the bowl of grated cheese and brought it to the pot, shaking
everything in and stirring it all together.  Mikey added butter and milk while
Luke kept stirring.
"That looks great, Lukey!  Go sit down and I'll serve it."  
Luke skipped away, going to follow Mikey's requests.  He was soon brought a
steaming bowl of mac and cheese.
"Mmm, smells good, Mikey." Luke brought his stuffed penguin up to the bowl as
well. "Pengy thinks it smells delicious!"  He said, elongating the "e" sound.
 Luke dug into his lunch, while Michael made himself a sandwich, watching the
younger boy swing his legs back and forth while he ate.  Luke could not keep
still, unless he was napping of course, and that was a lot.
"So, Lukey boy," Michael began. "What are we going to do after lunch?"
"Well, Pengy and I usually take a nap after lunch because sometimes I get tired
in the morning, but today I slept lots so I'm not sure what we should do."
Luke looked at Michael expectantly, like he would come up with something to do,
but, truthfully, Mikey wasn't too well versed in the art of babysitting 16 year
olds who were 6 on the inside.
"I don't know, baby, how about we watch a movie?"
Luke's eyes lit up, "Can I pick?  Pretty please!"
Michael couldn't help the audible coo that slipped from his lips at how cute
Luke looked.  If it wasn't for how weirdy turned on he got at Luke's naivety,
he would probably just look after him like an older brother.  Letting Luke take
a nap on his chest was definitely on the to-do list for the week.
"Of course, but first go put your dishes in the sink and meet me on the couch."
Luke took off, speeding towards the sofa after basically throwing his plate
into the sink with an obnoxious clatter.  Michael chuckled at how childish Luke
was, not that it surprised him anymore, but it still made him laugh at how such
a gangly teen boy could entice such strange feelings from him- a grown man.  
But, nevertheless, Mike wasn't complaining, especially when he saw Luke curled
up in the corner of the couch, head leaning on the armrest and Pengy tightly
fitted into his elbow and simultaneously in his neck as well.  
"Getting comfy, Lukey?"  Mikey ruffled his hair as he walked past to turn on
the TV.
"Mhm, very comfy."  It was a small, quiet answer, half muffled by something
which Michael knew was Pengy's fur.  He wondered if any of Luke's cum had ended
up on the beloved stuffy.  Then he shook the thoughts away because now was not
the time to get a hard-on.
"So, uh, which movie, Luke?"  Michael awkwardly shifted his stance, the
intrusive thoughts of Luke's masturbation session seeping into his mind again. 
"Dunno, wanna watch something scary though."  Now this surprised Michael.
He turned around to look at the small boy, puzzled.  But there was no hint of a
joke.
"You sure, Lukey?  It will be scary..."
"I know that, that's why I want to watch it.  I'm allowed to watch movies up to
14+.  Mommy said."
"Oh, ok, well, if you're sure then I guess we could...?"  Michael then watched
Luke proceed to do another small happy dance with his penguin.  Luke looked
like he wanted to, and Michael did enjoy watching the odd horror film once in
awhile, so, who could it hurt?
Michael was still suspicious of Luke's motives (even though he knew that the 16
year old had absolutely none) throughout the opening credits of, at Luke's
request, The Ring.  He looked over at the small boy, cuddled into the corner
with his stuffed penguin, Luke looked surprisingly ok.
Within the first five minutes, though, Luke had migrated into Michael's side
and nuzzled under his arm.  The older boy had no qualms about being this close
to Luke, but he was a bit worried about him.  He felt like he was letting a six
year old watch a horror movie.
Luke wasn't jumping at the smallest thing, or screaming or shaking, so Michael
didn't think he needed to turn the movie off, but he knew that Luke would want
to act like a "big boy" and might not tell him if he was scared.
"Lukey?"  He gently rubbed the skin of Luke's arm under his hand.
No response, maybe he didn't hear Michael over the sound of the movie.
"Lukey?  Are you ok?  We can turn the movie off if you want?"
Still no answer.  This time he looked down at his left arm where Luke was
hiding under and saw that he was pale as a sheet and couldn't take his eyes off
of the TV.  
"Oh, no, baby!"   He immediately picked him up and turned him away from the
movie screen, putting Luke onto his chest and petting his hair.  Luke must've
been in shock from the movie because he wasn't crying, only staring at the
television with a look of complete horror on his face.  
Mike felt horrible as soon as he saw the poor boy's face, knowing full well he
shouldn't have let him watch a horror film.
"It's ok, Lukey, I've got you.  'M so sorry for letting you watch that."  He
pressed Luke's head into his neck and rubbed his back a bit.  He felt a bit
better when Luke started to sob, it meant that he wasn't in complete shock
anymore and he was able to move and talk.   
"Shh, baby, I'm here.  Nothing is coming to get you, it's ok."  Mike whispered.
 Luke was now shaking and crying in Michael's arms, he pushed himself further
into the older boy's neck.  Mike turned off the movie and switched the channel
to an aquarium.  
Luke continued to cry and sniffle into Michael's shirt, clinging to the fabric
with astounding strength.  He could not pull the boy off of him to look at his
face.  
"Look at me, baby boy, need to see your face."  Mike gently cooed, trying to
lift Luke's face up with his finger under his chin.  Luke only made a very
distressed noise and pressed his face into Michael's neck even harder.  
"Aw, baby, I'm sorry," Mike pressed an experimental kiss to the scared, younger
boy's forehead, "It's ok now, you're ok."
Michael kept trying to soothe Luke, and after a few minutes Luke's sobs stopped
and it was only his breathing that was still a bit erratic.
"Shh, baby, can you look at me now?"  Mike tried again, and Luke slowly peeped
his head out of the crook of Mikey's neck, and then, once he deemed the coast
clear enough, he brought his head up to the older boy's level.
Michael cautiously brought his hand up to Luke's face, gingerly wiping away the
tears and running his hands through his fluffy hair.  Luke let out a couple
gasps and harsh intakes of breath, just because of the panic he went through,
but looked fine otherwise.   
"How do you feel, Lukey?"  Michael posed the question softly and kept the hand
carding through the younger boy's hair because it seemed to calm him some.  
Luke could only manage a scared whimper before more tears filled his eyes and
threatened to overflow again.  He ducked back down into Michael's comforting
embrace, nestling back into his neck.  Michael felt as though he had already
failed Luke at protecting him, and all he had done was practically scar him for
life and now Luke wouldn't let go of his neck.  
Mikey still didn't mind it, he would always comfort Luke, whenever, wherever.
 He felt strangely protective over the young-ish boy.  As much as Luke made him
weirdly horny, he also felt like he wanted to shield him from the bad stuff in
the world, keep him completely innocent and happy.
"Baby?"  Michael tried the word on his tongue, it was nice, and fitted Luke
well.
Luke did seem to perk up at this pet name, Mikey could feel heat emanating from
Luke's cheeks onto his neck, and smirked to himself.
"Yea?"  The reply was timid, but at least Luke was talking now.
"Are you mad at me?"  Michael inquired.
"No, no, 'm not mad at you, I thought it wasn't gonna bethat scary."  Luke said
sheepishly.
Michael gave a hum of acknowledgement. "I'm glad I caught that when I did, I
feel so bad you watched that, baby boy.  I don't want to think about what
could've happened if I didn't see you panicking.  You're too precious, don't
deserve to get scared like that."  He spoke into Luke's hair.
Luke nodded from under Mikey's chin.  "How 'bout no more grown-up scary
movies."
"Good idea, Lukey.  No more scary movies."
The two sat like that, Luke warm and snug in Michael's embrace, and Michael
holding Luke onto his chest as the younger boy calmed down further.
"How about some dinner, Lukey?  It's almost 7:00 and your mom said she wants
you in bed by 9:00."
An impertinent whine left Luke's lips. "Don't wanna go to bed at 9.  Wanna stay
up late... with you, Mikey."  The last part was quiet, almost like an
afterthought, But Mike heard it loud and clear.  
Truthfully, he would love to stay up all night with the younger boy, delve deep
inside his innocent mind and rummage through for the things that make him tick.
 Unsheathe what Luke thinks about at night, how much he doesn't know about his
own body.  But he wanted to play his cards right, make sure Luke trusts him
before fulfilling any personal sexual fantasies to do with Luke.  
He would never use Luke as a play toy of sorts, it would be a mutual payoff:
Michael gets to touch on his weird side that wants to fuck a 16 year old boy
that still says things like 'mommy' and carries a stuffed penguin around
everywhere, and Luke would get to jack off properly and actually have a clue at
what he was doing to himself.  
Michael realized he hadn't answered Luke after the boy poked his head out of
his hiding spot, looking curious.  
"Oh, right, well, as I said, your mommy told me that 9 was your bedtime.
 Aren't you tired at all, Luke?"
"No."  Luke said unconvincingly and yawned, disproving his point.
Michael smiled at the softness of Luke, inside and out.  "Yes you are, baby.  I
can tell, don't lie to me, Luke, you're not good at it."
Luke frowned and grumbled before leaning his head against Michael's warm chest
once again.  Yawning into his shirt and curling his fist around some loose
fabric at the bottom.  It was too cute for Michael to handle, but he kept his
cool, only petting Luke's head calmingly, and pressing a kiss to the top of his
head.
They both needed to eat some dinner, but Luke was slack against Mike's chest,
which was mission accomplished for him because Luke was asleep on his chest,
and he didn't look like he would want to eat much anytime soon.  They had a
pretty late lunch anyways.
Michael got up slowly, trying his best not to jostle the sleeping boy who was
still attached to him by means of the hem of his shirt, and walked carefully up
the flight of stairs to the Hemming's second floor.  
He thought that Luke would not be happy to wake up scared and alone, and
Michael didn't want Luke any more stressed than he is, so he opted to lay him
down in the guest bed, where Mikey was staying.
He gently placed Luke on top of the duvet, and crept out of the room to find
something small he could bring up for them both to eat.  Something light so
that Luke wouldn't get a tummy ache while sleeping, but something substantial
enough that he wouldn't wake up at 3am, hungry.  
Maybe some yogurt and fruits would be good, yes that did sound good.   Michael
crept down the stairs and grabbed whatever fruits he could find along with some
vanilla yogurt, 2 bowls and spoons, and crept back upstairs.
He found Luke curled in on himself, still sleeping.  He was cuddling Pengy and
had his head smushed into the animals fur.  Michael felt bad waking him, but he
had to get Luke to eat something.
He spooned some fruit and yogurt into two bowls, and gently shook Luke awake,
offering him one.
Luke was briefly confused as to his surroundings but calmed down immediately
after seeing Michael, and a sparkle appeared in his eyes when he saw the food.
Mid way through their little snack, Luke asked for some warm milk because
"mommy always made him a glass of it, and it helps him sleep", so Michael went
back downstairs to go make some warm milk.
He didn't think on the request too much, but it was kind of relaxing to just
care for someone like this.
Michael thought that he could babysit Luke more often, especially if he was
this cute and clingy.
Luke drank his milk slowly, petering out at about 3/4 of the way done because
his eyes were dropping and he kept spilling it down his shirt.
Michael ended up letting Luke lean into him as he tried to finish drinking,
denying any help because he was a "big boy".  
He still got more on his shirt than in his mouth, this resulted in Michael
giving Luke one of his shirts to change into because he couldn't sleep in his
skirt and his milky shirt.
Luke was a bit too sleep delirious to change himself so Mikey managed to
undress and redress him in pyjamas.  He practically slumped in Michael's hands
whenever he got the chance, poor boy was drained off all his energy.
Luke was more than asleep when Michael tucked him in and got into bed as well,
his face smushed into the pillow, hair every-which-way and Pengy was just out
of reach from his little hand.
Mike thought about how he could make Luke happy, and how they could have fun
during the week.  It was summer, so Luke would want to be outside, but Mike
really wanted to make this an amazing week for him.
An aquarium, what about an aquarium?  Would he like that?  Did Luke even like
fish?  Michael would ask him tommorrow.
He couldn't stop thinking about how exceptionally cute Luke would be while
excitedly looking at fish, he would have to take so many photos to show Liz.
Michael turned over to admire the sleeping Luke, very cute, but also precious
and vulnerable.
He wanted to know what whent on inside that head.  What did someone like Luke
think about all day.  Michael didn't really know, but he wanted to.
Chapter End Notes
     ok so I may have lied, this is a little more age play-y than
     originally thought. oh well (im not complaining).
     Also updates will be about a week or so apart.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Luke woke up with that feeling in his stomach.  It was the feeling that made
him squirmy and blushy and made his boy parts stand up.
He looked down to see that he wasn't wearing his skirt, but one of Mikey's
shirts, judging by the size and color.  
Luke also noticed that he was in Mikey's bed, right beside him and he had
previously been curled up with him.  But now he had to go into his own room to
do something about his thingy, it was doing that thing again where it leaked
the yucky juice and that would stain Mikey's shirt.
Luke could see a wet patch forming where his small cock was standing up and
dribbling precum from under the shirt, his thingy was almost hurting and he
knew he would need to use his pillow to make his boy parts happy again.
Michael was still fast asleep, so Luke silently crept out of the room, with
Pengy of course, and into his own room.
"Whew!  We made it, Pengy."  Luke plopped himself on his bed with a huff of
air, but let out a soft moan at the feeling of his angry cock brushing against
the bed sheets.
Luke didn't know what it was but even just thinking about Mikey gave his
"thingy" a heartbeat.  This feeling left Luke breathless for a second and his
breathing became shallow as he slowly lent further into his mattress, putting
more and more pressure onto his leaking dick.  
"P-Pengy, why does this keep happening?  My boy parts really like Mikey I
think."  He blushed and smiled, taking Pengy under his arm and sitting back up
onto his knees.
"Now, where did my special pillow go?"  Luke said quietly, looking around for
his "special" pillow.  It was splotchy and off-white in some areas because of
all the caked on cum that had been accumulating over the few months after he
realized that humping various soft objects felt good.  
"Pengy, do you see it?"  He asked the stuffy whom he had discarded in order to
search under the covers for his pillow.
Luke was starting to get uncomfortable now, whenever he rubbed his thighs
together, his balls would catch on the smooth skin and get a little bit of
friction.  It felt good, but it was zingy and made him shiver, Luke wasn't sure
if he liked it when his little boy parts felt zingy.
He huffed and sat back down in the middle of the mattress, picking Pengy back
up with a pout. "'Can't find it, Pengy.  Now what am I supposed to do.  Look,"
Luke lifted up his, well, Michael's, shirt and gestured to his red cock.
"It's so red and hard and it hurts Pengy.  It's even dripping with the yucky
juice.  If I don't make it go back to normal soon, maybe it will stay like this
forever!"  Luke worried and gnawed on his fingernails a bit before retracting
them because mommy said to stop biting his nail because it was bad.  Luke was a
good boy, so he promised not to bite them.
But now was sort of an urgent matter and he didn't know how to make his thingy
better without his pillow.  He, rather harshly, set Pengy down between his
crossed legs in frustration which resulted in more pressure and friction on his
cock.
Luke gasped at the feeling and pushed Pengy's fluffy body against his cock
harder.
"O-oh, Pengy, that's really good!"  He whispered in a moan.  The realization
that he could use Pengy instead of his pillow dawned on him, but he didn't know
how Pengy would feel about being humped and having Lukey's boy parts all over
him.
Not to mention the yucky juice, but Luke had to ask because he really needed
his boy parts to go soft again before Mikey wakes up.
"Um, Pengy, I was wondering if you would mind if, well, I uh, could I use you
instead of my special pillow today?  I really need to, and it would only be for
today, or, until I find my pillow..."  Luke trailed off, waiting for some kind
of answer.
Luke looked at Pengy's glass eyes and remembered something he heard once, it
was something about how friends, real friends, would be there to make you feel
happy and good.  Luke thought about how Pengy was his friend and that would
mean he should be there to make Luke feel happy and good, this would definitely
fit the bill.
He knew that if Pengy was a real person he would want to help Luke, so Luke
deduced that Pengy was OK with being a replacement for Luke's favorite pillow
for now.
"Thanks, Pengy." Luke placed a small kiss on Pengy's fur before bringing him
down between his thighs and situating himself and Pengy's body so that he could
hump it properly.
"Mmh, that feels really good..."  Luke let out breathy moans as he started up,
thrusting onto Pengy's fuzzy stomach.  It was more of a bounce, and Luke
dragged his balls across the plush fabric repeatedly just so he could feel that
zingy feeling again.
He decided he liked it as he continued to grind his hips into the stuffed
animal with fervor .
Luke's mind began to wander after the first 30 seconds, onto thoughts of Mikey,
and how he was in the other room.  If Luke wasn't quiet than Michael would hear
him being a naughty boy and humping his stuffed animal.
What would Mikey say if he saw him like this?  For some reason, Luke enjoyed
the thought of being reprimanded for his particular actions.  
"Oh my gosh, yes."  Luke elongated the 'e' and humped faster.  His mattress was
squeaking in protest to having a full size 16 year old boy ramming himself into
it repeatedly.
"P-Pengy, it's gonna happen!  My thingy is gonna explode again."  Luke slumped
down onto his stomach, lying with one leg hitched up at an angle and one leg
straight back.
He pistoned his hips up and down into the poor toy's little body.  Thoughts of
Michael being the one under him swam around in his mind.  
Fabricated images of being able to hump Mikey made Luke go even faster, and
made his cock wetter with the precum that was trickling from it's flushed red
tip.
"M-Mikey, please, oh- oh god!"  He rotated himself over Pengy as whines left
his mouth with every brush of the fabric against his pulsing dick.
"Uh, uh, uh, mmh, yes, Mikey, ooh!"  Luke came all over Pengy and a bit onto
the bed sheets above and some even went onto his chest.  
Luke's head was all fuzzy when he opened his eyes again and he was cold and
covered in his own juices.  Pengy was wet and cum-covered under him, but his
thingy was back to it's regular softness.
Luke felt good now, except for feeling a bit lonely and clingy, and a bit
naughty.  But that just brought a small smug smile to Luke's cherub features.  
He turned himself over to lay on his back.  He was still wearing Mikey's shirt
and it clung to the strings of cum on his chest.  
Luke let out a contented sigh and curled in on himself looking for some
comfort, he could always go back and cuddle with Mikey in his bed, but he was
too sleepy to do so.
He was about to close his eyes when he heard a creak coming from his door.  He
turned over and saw a half naked Michael standing there with very wide eyes.
Luke looked again and saw that Mikey's boy parts were standing too! 
"Oh, fuck, uh, hey Luke."
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikey is doubting his sanity and Luke cums again (surprise,
     surprise).
Mikey fumbled with his words for a few seconds, rubbing the back of his neck,
"Sorry to uh, barge in on you Lukey, I, uh, didn't realize you were... busy."
 He said, trying to avert his eyes from the cum covered teen.
"It's OK, Mikey.  I'm not busy, you can come sit with me if you want."  Luke
replied happily, completely unaware of the tension between them.
Michael gritted his teeth and gave Luke a forced smile, hoping that the younger
boy hadn't noticed his raging boner that was progressively getting worse with
every second that Luke smiled innocently up at him through his wet lashes,
dried cum on his legs and stuffed animal.  
He even seemed to be breathing hard still.  Deep down, Michael knew that he
might be a little fucked up, wanting to stick his dick inside someone barely of
legal age, and far from being mentally mature enough to understand sex.  
But it was so hot to him, the thought of getting Luke all spread out for him,
begging for it, made him shiver and his dick pulse with delight.
"Y'know what, Luke, I'm just gonna go take a shower," Mike turned on his heel
and walked away from Luke's room as fast as possible without looking weird.
Luke was a bit confused to say the least, he didn't know why Mikey didn't want
to come sit with him.  Maybe it had something to do with Mikey's boy parts
standing up inside his boxers.  Luke noticed right away, and wow, it looked
bigger than Luke's.
Luke wondered if Mikey had a special pillow as well.  He would probably have to
use it to make his thingy soft like Luke's is.
Luke looked down at his thingy, but gasped when he saw that it wasn't soft, it
was hard again and sticking out of his panties!
He didn't know what to do, this had never happened before, he couldn't use
Pengy again because he had too much yucky juice on his fur, and Luke's special
pillow was gone.
"P-Pengy, what do I do?"  Luke said anxiously to the stained toy.  Maybe he was
right, he shouldn't have used Pengy, his boy parts weren't happy at all!  It
hut at the tip and was just as red as before.
"I'm scared, Pengy, what if it stays like this forever.  Then my boy parts will
never be soft and nice again."  Luke was biting his nails, but didn't reprimand
himself, there was no time to be a good boy anymore, he had to figure out
something.
Think, Lukey, think.  
Luke grabbed Pengy and paced around his room, the rubbing of his soft thighs
together teased his balls, making the zingy feeling go right into his tummy.  
"How can I make my boy parts soft again without my pillow?"  Luke spoke softly
to the penguin.  
"My thingy is so red and it has a heartbeat again.  I don't know what to do, I
just need a soft pillow..."  He drew out the sentence as an idea come to him.  
It was a naughty one, one that he could probably get into trouble from, but the
thought only made his cock leak more.
"Pengy, I-I can use Mikey's special pillow."  He looked at Pengy with
confidence, this was smart. 
"C'mon, we have to get there before Mikey is finished his shower."  Luke, with
Pengy's small, sticky flipper in hand, tip-toed back to Michael's room in
search for a pillow to get off on.
Once passed the threshold, Luke lifted Pengy's other flipper and pressed it
into the palm of his hand like a high five.  
"Let's go, I think I can see a pillow that looks nice and soft."  He exclaimed
in a whisper.
Luke had a bit of trouble walking because of his obnoxiously hard and leaking
dick bobbing up and down inside of the shirt.  Even encased by his panties, the
tip still fell out a bit and grazed the material of Mikey's shirt, driving poor
Lukey just a bit more insane.
As he sat on the bed, Luke hiccupped out a moan as his balls and the underside
of his cock pressed into the cool covers of Mikey's bed.
"Feels good already.  Ugh, so good."  Little breathy moans blew from his parted
lips as he dragged his balls across the bed, in search of a pillow to grind
into. 
"Pengy, I found one.  It's super soft and my boy parts want it so bad.  I can
see a vein on the side of it throbbing!"  Lukey lifted up the shirt to reveal
his engorged dick, wet and shiny with precum.  
He threw his legs around the soft lump of fabric instantly, putting all of his
weight directly onto his dick.  
"So good, so good, so, so good."  Luke muttered over and over again, mixed with
nonsensical phrases involving Mikey's name.
Luke was losing himself in it this time.  He didn't think about Pengy, adhering
to Mikey's covers with the sticky drying cum from not even 20 minutes ago, he
also didn't think about Michael, in the shower, for 20 minutes, bound to come
out sometime. 
***
When Michael walked back into his room with one towel around his waist and
another around his head (yes he needed two and he wished people would stop
judging him for it), he thought that for real this time, he was in some kind of
sick joke.
Maybe it was a dream?  That would make the most sense, this seemed like
something his subconscious would conjure up, just to torture him.  
Firstly, he had woken up to the beautiful moans of Luke Hemmings, grinding into
his fucking stuffed animal.  Secondly, he just spent 20 minutes jerking off in
the shower to this very thought: Luke, in his bed, getting himself off right
before his eyes, and there he was.
Luke, in his bed, getting himself off right before his eyes.  Not to mention
the moans, god the moans were something else.  They were so high and soft, like
a caress of sound against the ear.  If it wasn't tied to something so obscene,
one might think it was just a beautiful noise.
Luke didn't even notice him come in, his back was turned to Michael, his front
facing the headboard, hands grabbing onto it, knuckles white.  He was bouncing
up and down and rubbing back and forth against the pillow ferociously.  His
mouth hanging open and his head tilted back with his eyes closed.
"Mikey, Mikey, oh, please, please, so good.  Need to be soft again."  Michael
didn't really understand Luke's chant of 'need to be soft again' he would have
just moaned out a plea of needing to cum.
But that was it, Luke was so nastily innocent that he didn't even know what
cumming meant, if Mikey asked his if he masturbated, Luke would probably ask
him what that meant.  
He might be more innocent that a preschooler, but his body couldn't fight the
urges it got.  Michael let out a moan himself as reached down to palm his
swiftly hardening dick through his towel.
Luke lazily turned his head at look at Mikey, his eyes were a bit glazed but he
still looked a bit surprised.  But he didn't stop humping. 
"M-Mikey, mmh, you-you're here.  Please, need help," Luke moaned, "I'm so hard
and I won't go soft, please, wanna be soft."
Michael is pretty sure he may have blacked out for a few seconds trying to
comprehend the sentence Luke just said. 
"Mikey, ugh, Mikey, please!"  Luke cried and humped harder.  Michael moved
slowly, cautiously, as to not upset anything and wake up from this incredible
dream.
"It's ok, Lukey, I've got you."  Michael said fuck it to himself, he should
enjoy this dream while it lasts.
"C'mere, baby.  Let me show you something."  He took Luke by the waist and
lifted him onto his lap, the boy cried out at the lack of attention to his
cock, and resumed grinding into Mikey.
Oh yes, he would definitely enjoy himself.
 
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
"Mikey, Mikey, feels so good, feels so good." Luke was grinding into Michael
thigh like there was no tomorrow.  He was whining and sobbing in the older
boy's lap.
"Shh, Lukey, it's OK."  Mikey held the smaller boy close to his chest letting
him lean into the crook of his neck.  Luke was panting and grabbing for
Michael's shoulders as he moved his small hips over Mikey's thigh.
Luke whimpered against Michael's neck, "Need it Mikey, need it now please."
"What do you need, baby?  I don't,fuck, understand what you want."  Michael
groaned as Luke pressed into his hard cock.
"Need to be soft, Mikey, it hurts my boy parts."   Luke breathed.
Michael pulled away from the glossy eyed teen for a second, confused by what he
wanted so badly.  Boy parts?  Of course, that must be referring to his dick. 
"Your boy parts?"  Michael said with a hint of question in his voice.
"Mmh, yea.  Want them soft again."  Luke moaned against Mikey's collarbones.
Michael briefly wondered if Luke knew, really, what cumming was.  At least he
had made the connection between humping things and going soft afterwards.  He
also wondered if Luke knew that you didn't have to frantically hump things to
cum.
It made his dick leak even more hearing the small boy talk about his "boy
parts" with such innocence.  How could Luke really be so clueless about all
this?  Had he never once thought to wrap his hand around his dick, or press a
lingering fingertip over his hole once or twice?
Judging by the way Luke rolled his hips into Michael's upper thigh with
expertise, he guessed not.
But what better time did he have to "mentor" Luke, in a sense.  Show him how
it's really done.  It's not like a little wet dream could hurt anyone.
"You want to cum, baby?"  Mikey whispered dirtily into Luke's ear.  It was time
to give little Lukey a lesson on vocabulary, because his limited, albeit hot,
use of made up words to describe getting himself off just wouldn't do.
"C-cum?  No, no want t-to be soft, Mikey."
"But, that's what happens when you go soft, baby boy.  You have to cum in order
to go soft again."  
Luke looked up at Michael with a questioning and hazy look in his eyes, "Cum?
 I-I have to cum?"
"That's right.  And do you know what happens when you cum?"  Mikey said with a
glint in his eye.
Luke shook his head, looking at Michael expectantly.
"C'mon, Lukey, think.  What happens to your cock when you cum?  Right before
you go soft what happens?"
Luke thought about it for a second, his head leaning back, bearing his throat
to Michael.  He then gasped and moaned as his balls dragged down Michael's
thigh particularly nicely, "The-the yucky juice!  Mikey, I know what happens!
 My thingy explodes with the yucky juice that, mmh, stains my pillow."
"Your cock, Lukey, not your thingy, call it your cock.  But, you're right when
you cum your cock sprays everywhere doesn't it?  Getting everything all messy?"
 Michael was being greedy, playing with Luke, getting him all worked up.  But
Mikey was enjoying himself immensely, and it looked like Luke was as well. 
"Yeah, yeah, it does get messy," There was a pause where both boy's breathing
could be heard and the sliding of Luke's skin on Michael's.
"Here, baby, I want you to try something, OK?"  Mikey took Luke off of his lap
and placed him sitting up with his back to the headboard.  Luke whined and
tried to climb back onto Michael's lap, but he put Luke back against the bed
again. 
"No, no, baby.  Sit up, that's a good boy.  Now I want to show you something
that will make you cum OK?  You don't have to hump anything, all you have to do
is use your hand."
An audible gasp could be heard from the small blonde who was running his tiny
fingers over his nipples absentmindedly as Michael spoke.
"Do you like the sound of that, baby boy?"
"Yes, Mikey, yes.  Want to cum, please."  It was breathless, but still cutely
polite.
"Alright, baby, just watch me and do what I do.  First, take your hand and grab
your cock with it.  Nice and hard, squeeze it, good boy. Now, move it up and
down, just like that baby, fuck.  Doing so good for me, baby, so good.  Just
keep going, Lukey, up and down with your hand, that's right.  Now reach down
with your other hand and play with your balls.  So, good, baby, just like that.
 Feel good?"  Michael's dirty talk made Luke's tummy do flips and spins and it
all felt so good.
"M-Mikey, m'gonna cum."  Luke's voice shook as his hand pulled on his small
balls, while his other hand wrapped around his little dick.  Luke did have
fairly small hands, but they enveloped his dick, making it look tiny.  
"Yeah, baby, gonna bust all over my bed?"
"Oh, Mikey, my boy- er my cock likes it when you talk like that.  It makes it
thump in my hand, also makes my tummy swirly."
And fuck if Michael wasn't about to burst.
"C'mere, Lukey. Wanna touch my cock?  Make me cum?"  Now this was a whole new
level of dirty, enticing the boy into getting him off, using him for pleasure.
"Y-our cock?  You want me to m-make you cum?"  Luke tried out the words in his
mouth.  They sounded good, really good, but Mikey almost missed the innocence.
 He looked into Luke's clouded eyes, seeing exactly what he wanted.
The innocence and naivety was still strong as ever in those crystal eyes, he
didn't think Luke could ever loose that side of him if he tried.  
"C'mon, Lukey, you can do it.  Grab my cock, that's right, just like that.  Now
stroke up and down, fuck, good boy.  Feels so good, baby, doing so good.
Squeeze your hand around me, Luke, agh fuck 'm gonna cum."
"Mikey, can I cum to?  My cock is dripping cum and it hurts.  Can you hold my
cock to, like I'm holding yours?  Will you make me cum please?"
That was enough to have Michael teetering over the edge, but he couldn't deny
such a pretty please.
"Of, course, baby boy.  I'll make you cum, give you something to remember
baby."
Michael reached in between the milky thighs to grad at the slippery cock in
between them.  He thumbed over the head with his thumb as the rest of his hand
pumped up and down the younger boys shaft.
He could feel Luke buck up into his hand, of course trying to hump something.
Luke started to whine loudly as he got nearer and nearer to his orgasm.  He
leaned into Mikey's neck, going boneless except for the steady pace he kept on
the older boys dick.
"Mikey, oh, gosh, feels so good.  My cock's gonna cum soon!  M'gonna explode!"
Michael couldn't help a fond smile at the lack of understanding of terminology,
but it was cute.  
"Me too, baby boy. Keep going, doing so good for me.  You can cum, Lukey, cum
for me baby.  I know you want to, your cock is throbbing in my hand baby, balls
so full, you need to empty them, Lukey.  Take care of your little cock.  Make
sure it isn't too full of cum.  Let it all out, baby."
"M-Mikey, ugh, it's coming, I-I'm cumming.  So good, so, so good."  Luke
whimpered and mewled in Mikey's chest as he released into his fist.  Painting
Michael's and his tummy with cum.
"Lukey, fuck so hot, sweetheart."  Mikey growled and shot cum in between their
bodies just seconds after Luke.
The smaller boy stopped pumping his fist around Michaels dick once it started
to go soft, like Luke's.
He migrated closer into Mikey, making cute snuffly noises as he nuzzled into
his neck.
Michael layed down with Luke on his chest, their cum sticking them together.
 He pressed a lingering kiss to Luke's temple that he seemed to keen into.
"Did so good for me, baby.  So proud of you. Now get some sleep, Lukey, you
deserve it."
Luke made a contented sound and snuggled further into Michaels embrace.  Pengy
was long forgotten about on the other side of the bed.  Luke didn't need the
stuffed animal for comfort when he had Mikey to hold him.
Mikey didn't bother to clean them off because it would be a waste of his dream
time where he is happily snuggling with a limp and tired Luke.
Before dozing off again (and thinking about how weird it is to be dreaming
about going to sleep) he memorized the look of Luke's angelic face as it slept
on Michael's chest.
He would need something to jack off to when he woke up.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     It wasn't a dream. This chapter features sad Luke who reads into
     things too much, and an inner tormented Michael because he realizes
     he just used a 16 year old child to get off :-)
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone who commented nice things :-) Reading what you
     think makes my day!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke woke up sticky.  He also noticed that he smelled gross, like an armpit.
 The younger boy picked his head up from Michael's warm chest and wrinkled his
nose at the sensation of being peeled from the older boy's skin.  The sticky
juice, or, well, cum (Luke didn't really like that word, it was too icky),
reminded him of what had just happened between him and Mikey a few hours ago.
Luke felt himself blush a little bit, hoping that Mikey liked him too, or he
thought that he might.  It made Luke's belly swirl and his heart rise into his
throat in a good way, because Mikey might actually like him back.  He
remembered that his mommy once told him that when you are with someone you
love, you will feel good inside, and Luke sure did feel good inside the whole
time he got to touch Mikey's thingy. 
The thoughts were creeping back into his brain and making small noises rise up
in his throat as his lower belly tingled.  He didn't remember everything that
happened in pristine detail, but he remembered enough, Mikey had shown him how
to... cum... using his hands and no pillow.  Mikey was so nice to him, telling
him how good he was being and how good it felt for him.  He felt like a good
boy the whole time.  
Luke smiled to himself and buried his face back into Mikey's chest.  The older
boy made a noise and tightened his arms a bit, just enough to make Lukey feel
snug and warm.   
He needed a bath, but felt too groggy to go make one for himself.  Luke heard
his messy tummy as it gave a growl, telling him it was hungry.  He pouted to
himself because Mikey wasn't awake yet, but he needed help with the bath and
breakfast.
He decided that he would try to sleep some more because his eyelids were
closing slowly and Mikey's arms were wrapped around him to tight to move.  Luke
let himself fall back to sleep knowing that when he woke up he would get to
talk to Mikey.
***
When Luke woke up again, it was not as nice as when he first did, actually, it
wasn't nice at all.  He opened his eyes because Michael had hastily pushed him
off of his chest.  The older boy was fumbling around trying to get out of bed
as fast as he possibly could.  Luke felt and pang of something in his chest
that he never felt before, Mikey looked almost disgusted when he looked at
Luke.    
"Oh, fuck.  Holy fucking shit, oh my god.  What the fuck!"  He was muttering to
himself and looking at Luke with wide eyes and a horrified expression on his
face. Raking his hands through his died black hair, and trying to find boxers
to put on.
Luke felt so confused, did he do something wrong?  He didn't know what to say,
should he apologize?  What for though?  He thought to himself as Mikey left the
room, hobbling on one leg as he tried to slip his other into the pair of loose
basketball shorts he found near his bed.
"Mikey?  Wait, Mikey, come back!  Where are you going?"  Luke's voice cracked
at the end as the older boy practically jogged out of the room muttering curse
words under his breath.
His nose was stinging a little bit and his throat was awfully dry, tears
pricked at their ducts, threatening to spill over onto the cherub cheeks below
them.  Luke wasn't sad, no, this feeling was different.  He didn't know how to
describe it, because it was so new to him.  But he could say that he never
wanted to feel it again if he could.  It was awful.
What just happened?  Don't ask Luke he doesn't know.  Did Mikey just leave
Luke?  He could've sword he just heard the front door slam.  Did Luke just ruin
the whole week for himself?  He felt so alone all of a sudden, from the corner
of his eye he saw Pengy, sitting all on his lonesome at the end of the bed.
 Luke grabbed the stuffed toy without a hesitation, pressing his face into the
fur as hard as he could.
He couldn't help but notice the bits of dried cum on Pengy's fur.  It was hard
and scratchy against his face, not soft like his fur always was.  Luke felt a
tear slip down his face, and then another, and then another as he thought about
how Michael reacted when he woke up.
He looked, almost grossed out, and that hurt Luke.  He thought that Mikey
thought he was a pretty boy, and a good boy.  At least that was what he told
him when he was touching his- Luke almost couldn't think the word- cock.... All
Lukey wanted was to be loved and cuddled, but Mikey walked away from him and it
hurt Luke.
"Did I do something wrong, Pengy?  Why did Mikey leave?  Does he hate me now?"
 Luke's voice broke and a small sob came out at his last question.  He couldn't
stand the thought of Michael hating him.  He had had a crush on the older boy
for a long time now, and to have his affection thrown back in his face made him
feel stupid for even thinking about Michael in the first place.
"Maybe he's right Pengy," Luke mused sadly, "Why would he like me?  I'm too
weird aren't I?  'M 16 and I don't even know take care of myself for a week, 'm
basically a child.  Nobody likes being around boring children."  Luke muttered
as his tears stained his face.  They had stopped now, but the sniffles were
still very prominent in the room.  
Luke was curled up, alone, crying, in the middle of Michael's bed, with Pengy
in his arms.  He was still naked and smelly, and hungry to, but he felt too
mopey and sad and awful to move.  He wanted to stay holed up here forever.
 Never see another stupid boy who could hurt his feelings ever again.  
Lukey didn't feel like Mikey hurt his feelings, but it was like he hurt his
heart a little bit.  When he looked at Luke like he never wanted to see him
again, it made his chest ache, and it hurt his heart.  Not even Pengy could
make Luke feel better.
As he was wallowing, Luke heard the front door open and close again, his ears
perked up a bit at the sound, knowing it was Michael back in the house.  But he
made sure to turn away from the door as he heard his footsteps coming up the
stairs and nearing the guest room, where Michael was staying.  Luke didn't want
him to see how messy and bad he looked, he pulled the covers over his body as
the door creaked open.
The first thing Luke heard was a sad sigh from Michael, which surprised him,
because wasn't Michael mad at him, disgusted with him for some reason?
"Uh,"  Michael cleared his throat, "Luke?  You wanna talk?  Look, I'm sorry for
leaving you like that, it wasn't nice, but I was just shocked, is all..."
 Michael walked into the room and sat on the bed beside the lump of comforter
that was Luke.  He rubbed his hand over it softly, trying to coax Luke out if
his cave of blankets but all he got was a grunt.
"Well, if you don't want to talk that's fine, but I need to say something, ok?"
 Another grunt of response was his cue to start talking.
"So, what happened this morning... shouldn't really have happened.  It was
wrong of me to take advantage of you like I did, even if you liked it, or I
liked it.  You are so much younger than me Luke, and, well, first off it's
illegal for me to have sex with someone under 18 but also you are so innocent
and I feel like I've ruined you.  I honestly thought I was dreaming and that's
the only reason I was acting the way I was.  I think you are so cute, and you
give your love away so selflessly and I think that you are a wonderful person,
but even if I like you because of those good sides to you, I can't do anything
about my feelings because your mind is so young.
"It's like you're stuck in the head of an excited 8 year old and it's adorable
really but I can't do anything about my feelings for you because you are, well,
too naive I guess... sorry, Lukey, I mean I like you, I do and if you were
maybe a bit older and mature than I would love to be with you and do things
like that but it's wrong to do that when you're like this."
By then end of his little speech, Mikey was rubbing his hand through the matted
mess of Luke's hair.  He had peeked his was out of the blankets to listen to
Michael and he looked exceptionally cute.
"I'm not stupid, Mikey.  I know about sex I guess," Luke's cheeks heated up as
he said the word, but he didn't want Michael to think he didn't know anything,
"And, ya meanies at school say that I'm immature to, I understand what you're
saying but it hurt my heart when you left this morning... why did you leave?"
Michaek sighed because, it would be a long, long time before Luke would grow
out of his "innocent stage".
"I was scared, honestly.  I thought that I would wake up and that would've been
a dream, but it was real and it seemed too twisted to me, so I ran from it.  It
wasn't to do with you, personally, Luke.  I called my friend Ashton up and told
him what happened and, he was shocked, but he told me that I had to explain
some stuff to you, which I did and I don't think you're stupid.  I just think
that you have a lot of growing to do."
"But, Mikey, the doctor says I'm already at my final height almost. How can I
have lots more growing to do?"
"No I mean your brain has growing to do, Lukey."  Michael smiled at Luke's
comment.  He was relieved that the innocence was still preserved in Luke's
mind.
"But you can't tell anybody about what happened this morning, OK?"  Michael
made sure that his voice was firm, he would prefer not to get arrested because
Luke told his mommy that Michael touched his dick.
Luke looked put-out for a second and then looked up at Mikey questioningly,
"Why did you get to tell your friend and I can't tell mine?"
"Please, Lukey, just don't tell anyone.  Uhh, except Pengy, you can tell him
anything." Michael thought the Pengy technique was genius.
Luke looked happy with his rules, he moved closer to Michael again, snuggling
back into the older boys warmth.
Michael wasn't going to let a minor (major) roadblock like this ruin a
perfectly good week of fun, so he planned on taking Luke to the aquarium today.
 
Even if he was going to stew over this for a while, it didn't mean that Luke
had to as well.  He seemed carefree now, playing with Pengy as if nothing had
happened.
Michael definitely felt horrible but the innocence could come in handy
sometimes.  It seemed to make Michael feel less dirty and perverted because
Luke didn't think he was a bad person for jerking him off.  He still couldn't
get the heavy feeling out of his chest though, and thinking about how he was
going to get around his genuine attraction to Luke boggled his mind.
Chapter End Notes
     Also WOW this chapter went a little different than I planned but I
     hoped you liked the angst-y twist I put in it. I dont know if I want
     Mikey and Luke to actually pursue a functional relationship together
     or not, bc that would mean Luke would have to loose the "little" side
     of him a bit, or if it should just go back to him being clueless and
     Mikey just babying him? Leave your thoughts :-)
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Some contemplation about Luke's "little" personality and Luke starts
     to change. Michael doesn't know if he should be happy or concerned.
Chapter Notes
     A special thanks to Muke-ish, Wastethemuke, and shirkgun for their
     ideas and response to the question i had in the end notes of my last
     chapter, as well as all of the other lovely people who take their
     time to leave me kind little comments about my story as well :-) it
     is all appreciated!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Currently, Michael had managed to coax Luke from his blanket nest and was
running him a bath. The younger boy was clinger than usual, probably because of
the overflow of emotions he had been faced with previously that morning.  Luke
was sitting in the older boys lap while Mikey sat on the side of the bath,
testing the water's temperature.  Just after their little talk, Luke had
demanded to be picked up, and refused to be put down for any reason.  
"C'mon, Lukey, the bath's ready.  You have to let me go if you want to get in."
Michael chuckled as he tried to pry the smaller boy from him.  Luke gave out a
obstinate whine, but loosened his arms from Mikey's neck ever so slightly.  
"There we go, baby.  Now you can have a nice bath, I'll even wash your hair
with my nice smelling shampoo."  Mikey guided Luke over the rim of the tub and
watched as he sat down into a cloud of bubbles.  Happily playing in the sudsy
bath water, Mikey ventured out of the bathroom to grab the shampoo from his
room.
While searching for the desired bottle, Michael found Pengy still sitting on
his bed, looking mildly crusty.  He wrinkled his nose and made a mental note to
put the toy in the washer soon.  He found the shampoo just in time to hear Luke
calling for him.
"Mikey, Mikey, come see me! Look at me!" Luke was laughing as the older boy
walked in; he had made himself the traditional Santa beard out of bubbles and
was giggling away at his appearance in the faucet.
Michael let out a breathy laugh.  Seeing Luke happy made him happy, he felt
complete, as cheesy as it sounded, caring for Luke was surprisingly relaxing.
 It made his mind wander to thoughts of this same scenario, but as lovers.  
"Mikey... Mikey you still there...?  Earth to Mikey."  Luke was waving his
hands in front of Michael's face, bubble beard gone.  
"Oh, sorry, just thinking," he smiled, "So, I brought my shampoo, either you
can wash your hair and get dried and dressed and I'll meet you back downstairs
with some breakfast, or I can wash your hair for you and then we can have some
breakfast."  Michael hoped Luke would choose the latter.
"Um, want you to wash my hair please.  Feels nicer when someone else does it."
"Of, course, baby."  Michael gladly accepted the request.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence between them, and Luke's innocent
moaning about how amazing Michael's fingers felt against his scalp, he decided
to ask the boy about a little day trip to the local aquarium.
"Lukey, do you have anything you want to do today?"
"Mmh, no, not really.  Kind of want to have a lazy day though."
"Well, I was thinking that you and I could go to the aquarium downtown for the
day.  But if you would rather stay home then I guess that can be arranged...?"
 Mikey drew out his voice in a playful teasing way, he knew that Luke would
love to go, but hearing him beg for something he really wanted was quite
adorable.  
Mike idly thought about how the begging would be doubly hot in a different
situation, but sadly pushed those away.  The chance of a relationship, a proper
functioning relationship seemed so far-fetched.  Luke would have to change his
personality and mature overnight to turn Michael's dream into a reality.  But
he would still be with Luke as a friend anyday, and it was looking as though
that was the only possible future they could have together. 
"Mikey... Mikey you're doing it again.  You're just staring at nothing."
"Oh, what, sorry, Lukey.  M'just..., thinking about the aquarium.  Ya that's
gonna be fun."
"You don't sound excited..."
"I'm just hungry that's all."
"Well I can make you waffles if you want.  Mommy showed me how and I can work
the waffle iron.  I swear I can do it properly and they will be delicious."
Michael smiled at Luke's comment and agreed on waffles, but they would be
making them together.There was no way the he was letting Luke operate hot
kitchen appliances on his own, no way.
"Alright, Lukey, all done.  I'll go get the waffle iron set up while you get
dressed. Make it quick because the aquarium opens in 45 minutes.  We should be
there a bit before it opens to get tickets."
"M'Kay.  I'll be down really quick.  But don't make the waffles without me!"
"Don't worry, I'll be the sous chef this time.  You can be head chef."  Mikey
watched as Luke's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he nodded wordlessly
and sped out of the bathroom with his duck towel trailing like a cape behind
him.
***
"What took you so long, Lukey?  I had breakfast waiting but you never came
down?"  Michael questioned the younger boy as he walked into the kitchen, arms
folded in front of his chest and a sullen look in his eyes.
"Please don't call me that.  Lukey's a kids name, man.  And I didn't want
waffles.  I'm just gonna grab some cereal and head back up to my room or watch
some tv or something." Luke didn't even look Michael in the eye.
Michael was flabbergasted to say the least.  Probably even more flabbergasted
than flabbergasted could explain.  Because what?  It felt like someone had
taken Luke away and replaced him with a moody teenager.  This wasn't Luke... It
couldn't be.
"Wh- Luke?"
"Yes?"  Luke looked up from his phone looking annoyed.
Michael had no clue what to do.  He was speechless for one, and he honestly
wasn't sure if the boy standing in front of him was actually Luke.
"Luke?"
"Michael, what is it?"  Luke sounded exasperated now.
"Are you ok?  Like you're feeling fine?  You just seem kinda weird..."
"I'm fine, what are you, my dad?  Like, I don't need you to watch me anymore
ok?  You can go home or whatever I don't care I'll just tell my mom you
stayed." Luke didn't look up from his phone once to look at Mikey.  Which is
probably why he didn't notice the dumbfounded look on his face as Luke walked
back upstairs to his room.
"What the fucking hell was that?"  Michael said to himself once Luke was out of
earshot.  He heard a door close loudly and sat down on a kitchen stool because
he suddenly felt a bit funny himself.
Did Like try to get rid of him?  Did he actually think he could survive for six
more days on his own? Especially after that outburst.  Michael had no idea how
to handle this, literally 20 minutes ago Luke was wrapped in a yellow duckie
towel and let Michael wash his hair.  Now he decides to come downstairs, not
looking like himself or sounding like himself or acting like himself to tell
Michael to leave him alone for six whole days.  That wasn't going to happen.
Mikey came to the conclusion that he had to talk to Luke somehow.  It wasn't
like the teen could've snapped out of his mindset of a little boy.  Personality
changes that fast don't happen... can't happen... can't have happened... right?
Mike was no psychologist, but he did know that someone can't just switch off
their personality like "that".  The only thing remotely close to what just
happened with Luke was in a weird porn Mikey once watched.  Something about
headspace or whatever, like the sub just kind of left reality and whent into a
childlike state, but then got fucked so it's not like that was a real thing.  
Porn isn't realistic, and the headspace thing can't be either, the actor
must've been faking it because there is no way someone can just switch from
being their normal self to, well, kind of like a kid.
Or at least that's what Michael tried to tell himself as he put more and more
of the pieces together that the porn's depiction of "headspace" seemed scarily
like Luke as a whole.  But then again, Luke had always been childlike... he was
never mature... ever.  He has always been coddled and cuddled and cooed at.
 Someone can't be in a headspace for their entire life and then one day,
just... snap out of it... can they...?
Those were some of the questions that fuelled Michael's extensive Google search
relating to headspaces.
As it turns out, headspaces do exist, they are way more common than Michael
originally thought and he deduced that porn doesn't do them justice.
 Whatsoever.  Some people liked to refer to themselves as littles, and they
essentially switch from their adult self to a more childlike self (the ages
varied) for fun or to de-stress. 
He didn't find anything about being in headspace for copious periods of time,
lost of websites warned against that, it was important to stay in touch with
the more adult side of someone because headspaces are fragile and the more time
you spend in them the more chance you have to taint it.  
When Michael finished with his computer search, he was almost certain that Luke
did in fact have a headspace, one that he was always in.  He was a little
because he liked to act way younger than his real age, and was probably very
frustrated because teenagers can't control their hormones but a 6 year old
doesn't have hormones.  The conflict between Luke's body and mind must've not
been very nice, and also explains Luke's lack of noticing the thick layer of
tension between him and Michael everytime Luke came on a pillow or his stuffed
animal or whatever.
Luke in his headspace probably didn't realize what he was doing when he let
Michael make him cum and by Michael showing him "the way" regarding
masturbating, that probably made a part of him want to come out of the
headspace, thus now Luke is sulking about out of the headspace he is constantly
in.  His mind having no clue what to do.
Michael knew what he had to do now, firstly, he was going to see how much he
could talk to new Luke, or big Luke as the websites would call it (as opposed
to little Luke when he was in headspace).  Get to know big Luke a bit, his
likes and interests, maybe this was Michaels chance to find something with
him. 
Secondly, find out Luke's triggers.  That was another thing he learned.  They
were the things that "triggered" Luke to go into or come out of his headspace.
 Sexual contact was probably a trigger to come out.  But there were many things
Mikey wanted to discover, but to start he had to get the moody teenager in Luke
to listen and talk to him.
If big Luke was going to be snappy than Michale much preferred little Luke.
 But, he would have to see how he is, if he's actually ok.  The poor guy
probably doesn't even know himself.  He's been stuck inside of his head for the
past 16 years.  
Michael was sort of scared to talk to this big Luke, he kind of just wanted him
to go back into headspace and eat his waffles, but that didn't seem like it was
going to happen judging by the loud swearing coming from Luke which had Michael
worriedly running up to the younger boys room wondering again what the hell was
going on.
Chapter End Notes
     So this is a small entrance chapter into the new plot bits I have
     planned out and it kind of leads the story onto the path it's going
     to take from now on. We won't loose little Luke but big Luke is gonna
     be a part of things now. I hope you like how it's going, feel free to
     tell me abt ur ideas as well!! I always love hearing from u guys :-)
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Big Luke is very different than Little Luke, Michael discovers that
     very quickly. Big Luke is also an emotional mess.
Chapter Notes
     I am going on holiday for two weeks, so I can't promise updates for
     next Sunday or the Sunday after. But I think I'll have wifi for most
     of the time so I'll see how it goes :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael quickly made his way up the stairs, listening to the slowly quieting
sounds of Luke swearing from his room.  Mikey was almost surprised that Luke
even knew how to swear, the only "cuss words" little Luke ever used were
'frick, darn and stupid'.
"Jesus, fucking, god damn, fucking fuck!"  Luke let out a particularly
colourful string of words and there was a crash to accompany them.
Michael was right outside the door by now, waiting to open it.  He could hear
Luke muttering something he couldn't make out, and angry shuffling across the
room.
Michael knocked on the door, "...Luke, ugh, you ok in there...?  I, uh, heard
some loud noises 'n thought I should come see wh-". He was interrupted by Luke
whipping the door open.
"Why do you care?  I already told you, I don't need you here, like, jeez, just
go already."  Luke was having a proper moody moment and Michael decided he
would have to stop playing friend and whip out the parent mode.
"Luke, sorry buddy, but you're parents are paying me for a reason.  Both you,
I, and them know that you are far from capable of taking care of yourself
without help, so, you're going to have to stop trying to fight with me and
accept that fact that I'm staying, the whole time."  Michael's voice was firm
and hard. 
Using the same tone with little Luke would leave him teary eyed and very sorry.
 But it didn't seem to have the same effect on big Luke.
"Right, well I hate to put an end to your party but I DON'T NEED A BABYSITTER!
 Can you get that through your thick skull?!"
Luke had his arms across his chest and so did Michael, except Luke was trying
to be obstinate and Michael was aiming for the "I'm not taking your crap" look.
"First of all, rude, and second of all, do you remember nothing about this
morning, or yesterday, or any other day of your life?  Because you can't
successfully make yourself a bowl of cereal or some toast without hurting
yourself, Luke.  You are literally a six year old on the inside, you cannot
take care of yourself.  What you're feeling now is... you're just confused.  If
I leave you alone for, oh, I don't know, half an hour, something would be
broken, or you would hurt yourself by the time I came back.  I'm not angry with
you, Luke, but you have to realize that you are incapable of being alone.
 Think about the last few days, you let me give you a bath this morning, no
trouble.  What happened?"
Michael softened his gaze and voice, he knew what happened to Luke, but he
didn't want to drop the headspace bomb before he could talk to big Luke, see
how much he knows.
Luke had turned increasingly more vibrant shades of pink throughout Michael's
paternal rant.  Especially at the mention of anything before this morning.
"I dunno, I guess I just... grew up.  'Didn't actually want a bath, just, y-
know, too lazy to do it m'self."  Luke mumbled quietly, as if he was trying not
to address Michael directly.
So, Luke did remember the things he did in headspace, but he seemed quite
embarrassed about it.  The teenager in him was probably appalled that he had
let himself be washed by a grown man.  Which makes sense for a 16 year old, but
Luke wasn't really 16 at the time.
"It's ok, Luke.  You liked it at the time, that's ok.  You don't have to be
embarrassed."  Michael tried to encourage the boy to accept his little side.
 Even if he didn't know he had one yet.
"There are other people like you, you know."
Luke scoffed, "Like me?  What's that's s'pose to mean?"
"Well, people who are, y-know, not children who enjoy doing, well, children-
y things.  Like taking baths- er, having someone give them a bath."
Luke scoffed again, weaker this time, "I don't enjoy being bathed by someone
else."
"You seemed to be having a grand old time this morning with all of the bubbles
I put in for you."
Michael was trying to see what kind of reaction he would illicit by speaking of
the things little Luke liked.
"What about, Pengy?  Where is he?  And your pretty clothes?  You're not wearing
one of your nice skirts, baby?  Why not?"
Luke looked horribly conflicted, "I d-, no, no, 'don't wear skirts.  P-Pengy's
gone.  Pengy's for little boys."  His voice had taken on the softer tone it did
when he was in headspace.  Michael decided he wouldn't fully coax him into
headspace yet, but he thought that it shouldn't be that hard since he now knows
that just talking to him about his little space and toys makes him start to go
under.
"What do you mean 'Pengy's gone', Luke?"
"Pengy's gone, I threw it out.  I'm too big for stuffed animals anymore.  It
was stupid anyways.  Don't need, Pengy.  M' too big for, Pengy."
Luke was rambling about Pengy and looking sadder and more stressed out as he
pressed on about tossing his beloved Pengy in the trash.  Michael wouldn't have
this.  Little Luke would be devastated if he knew that Pengy was thrown out.
"You threw him in the trash?!  Luke, he was so special to you!"
"Well I guess I don't need it anymore!  That's why I threw him out.  Along with
those stupid skirts in my closet.  Ugly clothes, don't know why I wore them.
 No wonder people pick on me at school.  What was I thinking?"  Luke started to
question himself and was getting frustrated.  He was basically having a giant
"cringe attack".  Except, he wasn't thinking about one awful moment, he was
thinking about every day of his life.  Little Luke was vastly different from
big Luke.  And big Luke seemed to hate little Luke's sense of fashion.
"Luke you cannot throw your clothes in the trash.  Go get them and your stuffed
toy right now."  Michael chided him.
Luke looked mildly disgusted but didn't protest.  He walked over to his bedroom
garbage and pulled out various skirts and smushed at the bottom, Pengy.
 Michael almost felt bad for the poor creature, it's nose was squashed and bent
and it had a balled up piece of paper stuck to its fur.  Well, stuck to the
dried cum on its fur but that was besides the point.
"Give those to me, Luke.  I'll wash them."  Michael sighed, sounding like a
tired parent.
Luke almost hesitated when giving Pengy back to Michael, "Don't worry, I'll
have him all ready and clean and warm by bedtime, I promise."
Another flash of confusion and repressed want crossed through Luke's eyes, "I
don't, don't want Peng- the penguin.  I don't need it."
"Yes you do, but it's ok, Lukey.  You can have him back later."  Michael said
over his shoulder as he went to put the skirts and Pengy in the washer.
***
Luke stared at the back of Michael's head as he walked away with all of the
stuff he had rejected and tried to throw away.
Why was Michael right?  Why did he want that stuffed animal?  That is so fucked
up?  He is so fucked up!  Luke grabbed onto the ends of his hair in frustration
as he paced back into his room and sat on his bed.
Why did he like that stuff? Why did he want Michael to hold him and never let
go but at the same time he wanted to kiss Michael in the most sexual way
possible?  What was wrong with him?  Did he have some kind of personality
disorder?  Was that what this was?  Because even though he knew what he was
doing when he wore his skirts, he couldn't help but feel like that was a whole
different Luke.  He didn't want to go anywhere near the skirts (maybe they were
kind of pretty).  And for the stuffed animal... why did he sleep with it and
take it everywhere.  He must look like a freak at school.
Thinking about school made Luke groan and sink into his pillows.  He must be
the weirdo of the school.  A gay boy who wear skirts and has only two friends,
one of which being an inanimate object.  
All of this thinking was stressing Luke out.  He remembers being stress free a
little while ago.  Not a care in the world.  He let Michael bathe him,
literally touch his naked body in a non-sexual way like a parent.
Why did he want is again so badly?
Luke felt himself growing sad and the pit of his stomach sinking down.  He kind
of did want someone to be there for him again.  He didn't like feeling this
alone. A small part of himself wished Pengy was there, maybe having the stuffed
penguin there for a hug wasn't so bad.  After all, Michael did say that other
people like those kinds of things to.  So he wasn't that weird.  He sighed and
thought about a hug, or just someone to play with his hair.  That was so... so
what?  Luke's first internal reaction to thinking about being coddled was to
turn away and pretend he didn't want it.  But deep down, he did.
For some reason, a stray tear was making its uninvited way down Luke's cheek.
 He sniffed and wiped it away, he felt bad for yelling at Michael.  He was
right, maybe he did need someone to look after him, he was a bit of a klutz.  
"Lukey?"  The sound of Michael's soft voice scared him, it was suddenly at his
threshold.
"You ok?"  He waked over to the sad younger boy, who was also confused and in
denial and questioning his entire life.  To say the least, Luke was a bit of a
mess.
He just shrugged as an answer to Michael's question.  The older boy wordlessly
knew that Luke needed some comforting.  He sat down beside him and pulled him
into his arms.  Luke lent his body into Michael's after a second, another stray
tear fell from his eye, hitting Michael's skin over his collar bones.
Michael looked down to see Luke looking lost in his own mind.  
"It's ok, baby.  I'm right here."  Luke squirmed around at the words at first
but settled down once he realized how calming they were.
"It's ok to be scared and confused, I know it's hard.  But everything will be
fine."
"Mikey?"
"Yea."
"M' I fucked up."
"Far from it, Lukey boy." Luke seemed to nuzzle further into Michael's embrace
at this confirmation.  His head was starting to feel heavy and so were his
eyelids.  Why was he tired already?  He just slept for 9 hours.
"You're tired, baby.  Why don't you have a little nap and after that we can
have some lunch and talk ok?  There's something I want to tell you."
Luke's ears perked up under Michael's chin, "After nap, Luke."  Michael
chuckled.
"B-but, 'don't need a nap. Naps are for babies.  'M not a baby."  Luke grumbled
tiredly.
"Shh, it's ok.  Yes, you do need a nap.  But don't worry, I'll be right here
when you wake up."
Luke blinked sleepily as Michael layer him down on his bed, pulling the covers
over him.  He grabbed for Michael, and Michael lied down beside him.  Luke
pressed into his side and Michael stroked his soft cheek, wiping away any tears
that stained his cheeks.
He was so precious, confused, but precious.  And god knows how confused he's
going to be when Michael tried to explain that he had a headspace.  If Luke
doesn't wake up in it.
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Lukey is such a mess :(. But it will all work out soon :-)
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael finally introduces Luke to his headspace... or, he tries to.
Chapter Notes
     I'm back from my two week vacation! Sorry this is a day-ish late I
     was super tired last night and kept falling asleep while trying to
     write... :-/. Anyways I want to have two more chapters up during this
     week and have another still on Saturday like normal just to keep up
     with the story :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke started to stir about 45 minutes after he fell asleep, Michael deemed that
a sufficient nap as he had been awake while Luke slept against him. Just
watching and occasionally dozing off himself. But he had to figure out a way to
gently introduce Luke to the concept of headspace. It affected his everyday
life, so it was quite important.
Michael was lying somewhat upright, with his back against Luke's bed's
headboard, and Luke curled up into his side.  The younger boy was lying with
his head on Michael's belly and fist curled around his shirt, as if to make
sure he would stay while he slept.  The older boy let his fingers run over the
soft skin of Luke's sleep-flushed cheeks, watching as his eyelids fluttered and
gently opened.
"Mikey?" Luke muttered sleepily, like he was surprised to see him.  
"Mhm?" Michael smiled down at Luke and threaded his hand through the younger
boy's bangs, swiping them away from his eyes.
Luke didn't answer or ask any questions, he simply hummed and placed himself
farther up Michael's body, head resting on his chest.  Mike couldn't tell if
Luke had closed his eyes, but it wasn't time to sleep anymore and he had lots
to discuss with him.
"Lukey?  Wake up, baby boy.  Nap time's over."  It was at this point that
Michael realized he would have to figure out whether Luke was in a "big" enough
headspace for him to be introduced to the concept of headspaces.  So he used a
soft voice accompanied by Luke's favorite nickname and cuddles to see if he was
slipping into little space.  
Luke gave a huff, "Just Luke is fine.  Baby boy's not needed," and kept his
readily blushing face hidden in Michael's chest.  
"Ok then, Luke." That answered his question, Luke was still feeling big and out
of place, it was better to tell him now than try to explain to six year old
Luke about headspaces.  Michael chuckled at how cute Luke looked, curled up
against his chest, just woken from sleep and a bit grumpy.
"How are you feeling, Luke?  Good nap?"
"Good, I guess.  Didn't really need it though."  There he goes again, getting
defensive.  It was to be expected really, Luke was ashamed about enjoying
childish things even when he was feeling big.  But it was Michael's job right
now, to explain that it's ok to like things like naps and stuffed animals at
any age, there is no shame in feeling good.
"Yes you did need it, Lukey.  Now, there is something I want to talk to you
about."  Mike decided that he might as well jump in head first, take the bull
by the horns and all that.  Luke turned to face Michael, sitting up on his own.
"What is it?" Luke shrugged.
Michael took a deep breath, "Its called 'headspace', and you have one."
Luke looked entirely confused, "A headspace?" He squinted slightly at Michael
and raised a questioning brow.
"Yes, I think that you have a headspace, a little headspace to be exact."
"As opposed to what, a larger headspace?  I don't really know what you're
trying to say, Mike..."  Luke laughed almost nervously.
"It's hard to explain, it's like a switch in your brain.  It can be turned on
and off by different triggers, they are different for everyone, and, as it
stands, I'm not sure what yours are.  But when the switch is flipped on, your
mind goes from 16 year old Luke, to a much, much younger, Luke.  Or as you like
to be called, Lukey."  Michael finished to take a breath.
Lukes face was a cross between awestruck and confused.
"Ok, Mike, that's great... but why do you think I have one of these switches?"
"Think about it, all morning you were perfectly normal, to me anyways, then,
all of a sudden, you come downstairs like a completely different person, total
change.  You, somehow, were triggered out of your little space, and into your
head.  Which, of course, disoriented you and confused you.  It makes perfect
sense, you have essentially been living in your headspace for your whole life."
 
Michael looked and sounded a bit excited while Luke looked very sceptical,
which Mike noticed.
"Ok, so, it may seem crazy to you now, but how can you explain your sudden
change in personality and feeling completely disconnected from yourself?  It's
like switching between characters in a play, the actor still knows what the
other character thought and felt and did, but they are now someone else, except
your headspace is a part of you, not a different person."
Luke looked as if it had all just 'clicked'. 
"Y-you can't be right.  That's impossible."
"No, no it's way more common than you'd think.  Websites.  Everywhere.  That's
how I came to this conclusion, looking through all of the information i could
find."
"So you're telling me that my whole life... I wasn't really me?  That's so
fucked up in so many ways.  You can't just tell someone that they haven't been
living for the past 16 years!"  Luke began to breath a little bit heavier and
sound a tad more paranoid than Michael would've liked.  He expected Luke to be
confused, but not angry or panicked.
"Luke, Luke it's ok! Stop freaking out! There is nothing wrong with you, lots
of people have a headspace too, you've just been... very well connected to
yours."
"Fuck that! The 'headspace' thing you're describing sounds a lot more like
bipolar disorder than anything!"  Luke was yelling now and becoming panicked.
Michael felt a twinge of guilt for coming on too strong, but, in his defence,
he hadn't expected Luke to react like this and he had been having mood swings
all morning.
"It's not bipolar disorder, it's just a different part of you! Luke, do you, or
do you not remember your life up to now?"
Luke scoffed, "Most of it, yes.  But what's that got to do with my impending
trip to an asylum?"
"Wh- an asylum?  Luke, you're not going to an asylum- you know what never mind.
 So you remember last week, last month, going to school this year and whatnot,
yes?"
Luke's face grew increasingly more rosy with the mention of school, "Yes, but
why does this matter?"  He gritted through his teeth.
"I think you were in your little space through the majority of your life.  Can
you remember a time when you didn't have Pengy with you?  What about clothes,
you loved wearing your pretty skirts to school to show them off.  You haven't
had the slightest interest in the tv shows other kids your age watch, same goes
for video games and movies, everything you do is on the same intellectual level
as someone much younger.  It's hard to pinpoint and age, but I would say
somewhere around 6 or 7 years old is where you stand, mentally I mean."
Michael was rambling on trying to get Luke to understand.  Luke was still red
cheeked, but his expression made Michael falter in his speech.  He looked like
Michael had said something horrible about him infront of a crowd, Luke looked
humiliated and crushed.
"Luke...?"
"You're wrong."  He spoke quietly, but he sounded angry.
"Actually, I think I'm pretty spot on, I mean, what else could explain your
behaviour-"
"I SAID YOU'RE WRONG!" Luke spat.
Michael sat across from the suddenly seething teen, frightened himself.
"I'm on the same intellectual level as a six year old?!  I'm not a mindless
child who doesn't know anything!  I'm top of my class in math and I play on
most of the school sports teams!  Sure, I might be the weird gay boy who wears
skirts and talks to his stuffed penguin at lunch but that doesn't make me
stupid! I'm just as much of a person as you are and no amount of 'you can't
take care of yourself' or 'your too young to handle this' can change that."
Lukes voice was breaking with sobs as he spoke.  His voice was laced with anger
and he looked at Michael like he had no respect for the older boy anymore.
 Michael felt lost, he didn't mean to offend Luke at all, and he had provoked
this reaction. 
"Luke- I-"
"No, Michael, I think you've said enough," Luke got up from his bed and walked
to his door, grabbing his jacked from the hanger he pulled it on and turned to
face Michael, "I'm going out.  I'll be back for dinner."  And he walked away,
Mike heard the front door slam.
His mind was completely blank, it had gone from running to dead, like Luke
pulled the power chord out with his outburst.  Had he really said something
that bad?  Did he go about this in such a wrong way that he screwed Luke up?
 That thought made him shiver.  
Mike knew he needed to let Luke cool down on his own but his first reaction was
to go running after him because... he was too young to go out by himself.
 Michael caught this own thought.  Luke was right, he was constantly getting
told that he needed and adult or he wasn't capable of doing something, he had
people constantly talking down to him.
Michael decided that he would let Luke wander untill 6:00, then he would set
out to find him.  Even though Luke was big at the moment, there was still the
possibility of him slipping and finding himself feeling much too little to be
wandering around a neighbourhood alone. 
That wouldn't be good, little Luke alone and somewhere he could easily get lost
didn't mix.  Maybe Michael would pop out sooner than 6:00, Luke was pretty
unpredictable at the moment and he didn't want any harm to come to the younger
boy.  
He was in deep, way too deep, and he knew it.
Chapter End Notes
     :( poor Lukey. Also poor Mikey he didn't want Luke to be mad, now
     he's worried but also guilty bc he feels like he shouldn't have said
     anything.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     A walk in the park and some thoughts.
Chapter Notes
     Smh I said that I would post the "missing" chapters from when I was
     away but as we all can see I did not... soz, sometimes I just get
     excited and set the bar too high lol, anyways I hope u enjoy this one
     :-)!
     Also this chapter has like ZERO direction it's just me trying to
     describe going from headspace to real world and I feel it's not a
     strong chapter this time. But next one will be cute and fluffy :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke walked out of the house in a huff. He felt like he was on auto pilot. He
didn't mean to yell at Mikey like he did, and could tell that he scared him a
little, so he ran out.  His mind was kind of fuzzy, and Luke felt confused,
like the conversation Michael tried to have with him wasn't actually real.
Thinking back to this morning when everything suddenly was different, it had
all been kind of... foggy.  Luke felt like he was slipping away from himself.
 Untill he was being told by Michael that he was only as smart as a six year
old and felt the need to retort.  But now he was in a whirlwind of feelings and
was just waking.
He came back to his senses enough to realize that he had walked himself to the
neighbourhood park.  A good place to pace around without people looking at him
funny.  There were also benches for Luke to sit on and think heavily about what
to say to Michael when he see's him next.
Thinking about Michael used to make Luke giggle on the inside and make his
cheeks glow hot and red.  Now, when Luke thought of Michael, things were a bit
different.  The schoolboy crush was gone; replaced by something much more
powerful.
Thinking about Michael now was so much more of an experience.  Luke couldn't
even begin to describe it if he had suddenly acquired a much more extensive
vocabulary.
It was almost like going from a staticky connection, to a high definition one.
 From trying to remember a dream, to being able to read the most descriptive
book.  Luke was feeling now.  It made his head spin; thinking about his whole
life up to now, because that's what it feels like.  He was underwater his whole
life trying to hear what everyone was saying, doing, trying to empathize while
he was submerged.  Now Luke was above the water, with a birds eye view.
His perception of the world had so suddenly changed that Luke felt lost within
himself for a bit, maybe a tad defensive.  People had been treating him like a
toddler.  Like he was sub par almost.  His memories are still the same, but now
he has a different view point.
He combed through his memories, reliving the same situations, but he
understands now.  Why wouldn't anybody sit with him at lunch when Calum was
away, why he was always the one who was looking around for a partner and
couldn't find one, why it was always so hardto get on the school sports teams
he tried out for.  
In that moment, Luke almost felt bad for himself.  The weird gay boy who wore
skirts and talked to his stuffed penguin, that was him. 
He sat down on a park bench and let out a huffy breath.
Luke felt different now, his head was much clearer and things were starting to
make sense.  But with all of the clarity and truth he was suddenly bombarding
himself with, came some shame and lots of cringe.
Why was he so sexually awkward for starters?  He had sort of paid attention in
sex-Ed, most of it had gone in one ear and out the other because he never
really cared about anything to do with his dick before.  It used to make him
blush like crazy whenever he got a boner.  And why hasn't he taken care of it
like a regular person?  Humping pillows?  Really?  That was his chosen method
of masturbating? He almost felt like he ought to teach himself a few things but
then remembered that yesterday he had done that exact thing.
He felt the need to almost apologize to Michael for being so naïve about what
was going on that morning.  Luke felt the need to apologize to Mikey in
general, for having to put up with him today. 
Michael was very patient and deserved some sort of an 'I'm sorry for yelling at
you when all you wanted was to help me.'
That is how Luke found himself back at his door step ready to talk to Mikey
about everything.  How he feels he's changed and what happened between them
needed to be sorted out.
"Luke? You're here earlier than I thought you would be." Michael had opened the
front door because he noticed the younger boy standing outside of it with a
blank look on his face.
"I'm sorry, Mikey," Luke started, "I didn't mean to snap at you, that was
totally uncalled for, you were just trying to help me and I was just confused
and defensive but I'm here to talk now... and listen."
He finished with a breath and looked up at Michael, who was smiling fondly down
at Luke.
"God, I can't decide if it's weird that you are suddenly so mature or great,
because I've never heard you sound so serious, suits you." He said with a
smirk, before turning and walking into the house, leaving Luke to take in what
he just said and try to figure out whether to feel offended or bashful.
"Uh..., thanks?" Was his eloquent reply.
Luke followed Mikey into the sitting room and sat beside him on one of the
couches.  
"So you're ready to talk?  I have some things I want to say- I'm sure you do
to, but first of all, I'm so sorry for offending you.  I was just trying to get
my message across but it wasn't the right time and I feel bad for making you
feel inferior. Especially when you are so smart and kind, you didn't deserve to
be told you are on the same level as a six year old."
"Thanks, but I do agree with you." Luke gave a small smile to the confused
older boy.
"You- you do?  Like, you think that- that-"
"That I have a 'headspace'," Luke made finder quotes around the word, "I think
that your explanation of what happened to me this morning is better than I can
come up with, so I agree with you.  As you said, what else could have changed
my perspective on my life so dramatically and quickly. I just think it's weird
that I've been living in a different part of myself."
Michael shrugged, "It's really strange if I'm honest.  There isn't anything
I've read about people getting stuck inside their headspace, it seemed to be a
voluntary thing for the most part. Except for triggers of course."
"Maybe I was constantly triggered by something." Luke added, trying to be
helpful.
"Well, no offence, but, you've been babied for a long time so your day to day
life is probably very triggering in general.  Your parents still treat you like
a child and you see them everyday."
"I want to know what they are, my triggers that is.  And no offence taken."
Luke was beginning to get invested in this headspace thing.  It seemed really
logical and fit with his situation, plus, Michael was really alluring when he
got talking about it.
Alluring.  Luke from yesterday wouldn't have thought of that word.  But Luke
right now was very happy with his ability to find Mikey something other than
pretty.
"If you want to know your triggers we're going to have to try to get you to
fall back into headspace.  That's the best and only way we can know if
something is a trigger for you.  But it's totally up to you, do you want to try
it?"  Michael was definitely very alluring when he talked about somethings was
was knowledgeable in.
"Yeah- I mean, yea.  If you think you can push me in and pull me out, yes.  I
want to know."  Luke couldn't stop looking at Mikey's eyes.  They were such a
nice shade of green, and they were very close to his face.
"Great, uh I'll go get Pengy.  You love cuddling with Pengy don't you?  His fur
nice and soft for nap time.  He's just in the dryer now waiting to see you baby
boy." Michael's  voice suddenly had a sweet tone to it, a tone that made a part
of Luke melt and go gooey.  And the mention of Pengy, Lukes special penguin
made more of him go gooey.
It was a nice gooey, but part of Luke didn't want to stop feeling in colour, he
didn't really want to stop thinking in HD. When Mikey came back with Pengy and
wrapped his arms around Luke he felt the  softness of Pengy's fur against his
hands as he blindly reached for it. Like an instinct, he curled into Michael,
seeking warmth and comfort.
It was like loosing signal, the channel he was on was going fuzzier and fuzzier
with every coo that left Mikey's lips, and soon enough, Lukey could only think
one thing at a time.  
He had lost his birds eye view of everything and was back underwater.  But
Mikey's chest was soft and he was sitting in his lap now with Pengy dancing
across his legs.  It was nice and simple.  Happy.  Luke was happy, he was baby
boy again.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I LOVE everyone who comments and I smile at every comment and I
     usually reply bc u took ur time to write me something so I will do
     the same, but if I've written to u back and like poured my soul out
     to u in the comment (like plot wise) please don't feel the need to
     keep sending me long amazing comments if u don't want to(even tho I
     LOVE reading them). I just got this thought that I tend to be a bit
     spoiler ish when I reply to comments so also sorry about that I'm
     trying to not do that anymore lol and like if u write me an amazing
     paragraph I WILL write one back, but I thought like 'OMG what if they
     feel like they HAVE TO comment now bc I said I liked reading their
     comments' and it makes me feel kinda anxious thinking that so excuse
     the word vomit and the run on sentence this has become and know that
     I don't expect ppl to write me long ass comments if you've written
     one like that before, I don't expect anything from you guys :-). I'm
     just always happy when I get even a teeny tiny comment they all make
     me smile . But main thing I wanted to say was that PLEASE don't feel
     pressured to write me a comment (that sounds kind of egoistic now
     what I write it). ... La fin. Thx for reading if you've made it this
     far I guess :-)
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     It was much easier to press Luke into headspace than Michael
     originally thought. Also some serious thinking happens on Michael's
     part.
Chapter Notes
     I don't know what actually happens inside someone's head when they go
     into or come out of headspace, I just wrote what I thought made sense
     and fit with Luke's headspace, so, don't take any of the stuff here
     too seriously in real life context :-)
Michael was pretty surprised at how easily Luke fell into headspace.  All he
had to do was coo a bit, grab Pengy and snuggle, then bingo, Luke was pink
cheeked and giggling.  No back talk or comments or anything.  Just pure, Lukey.
"You are something else aren't you, baby boy." Michael mumbled into Luke's
hair.
Luke was resting against the older boys chest, Pengy in hand and, if Michael
was lucky, snoozing in a few minutes.  He could tell Luke was tired, more so
emotionally than physically but pacing around in a park does tend to tire a
person out.
He lifted his hand from around Luke's waist to play with his messy hair, a soft
sound of enjoyment came after a few seconds.  Michael could tell that the
younger boy was falling asleep by how he lent more and more into his chest, his
head falling slightly forward before Luke realized and picked it back up.
"'M tired, Mikey.  Nap?" Luke's words were breathy, coming from his lips which
were squashed on Mikey's chest.  He liked big Luke, he really liked big Luke,
but he did miss this.  
"Of course, sweetheart.  Let's go upstairs, get nice and comfy." Michael was a
bit surprised at how much of a change Luke went through going from big to
little and vice versa, it was almost like they were two different people in the
same body.
Michael hauled Luke up into his arms, carrying him down the hall and up the
stairs bridal style, then carefully depositing him on his bed and climbing in
after. It never ceased to amaze Michael at how much Luke slept and how fast
that boy fell asleep.  It was a comforting thought though, that Luke must be
very content and happy to be sleeping so well.
Which was a bit different to the nap he took when he was big.  Luke squirmed
around on his bed, grasping Michael's  shirt in an iron grip.  But now, some 5
hours later, Luke was sleeping like a baby.
Michael made a mental note that Luke was very easily triggered into headspace.
 Cooing, Pengy, and cuddles, were definitely his three primary triggers for
going into little space, while he seemed to fall out of it for no good reason.
Michael felt as though he had a pretty good grasp on little Luke and how he
functioned, but big Luke was still new territory for both of them.  Apart from
their morning... affair, Michael couldn't think of anything else that could've
pulled Luke out of his happy place.
Thinking about happy places made Michael wonder if his little space turning
unhappy, could trigger Luke to come out of it.  It was Michael's fault really,
he was the one who bolted the second he realized what had happened, and he
couldn't forget how broken Luke looked and sounded at the time.
He could hear Luke's sobs and his hurt voice again 'You hurt my heart, Mikey.
 Why did you leave?'.  Luke had never experienced rejection on such a grand
scale before, making the place in his mind where everything was better, not so
nice.  He wouldn't have been able to cope with such strong emotions, especially
when he was feeling little, so his brain just opted out.
That was the thing about Luke's headspace, he sort of shuts off the "adult"
part of his brain that takes in lots of information about people around him.
 The part that makes him self conscious or anxious is almost off, and a
carefree attitude is what comes out of that.  But suddenly having to process
feelings and someone else's feelings screws up the system.  After that Luke's
brain pushed the eject button and spewed him into the real world as a confused
pile of teenager.  
Even though Michael isn't a professional, he felt like that deduction deserved
a degree, and with all of the time he spent laying in bed with Luke, he
probably could be earning one.  Do all of his studying during the copious
amount of time he had to do so.  At least 3-4 hours out of his waking day was
spent napping with Luke, or staring at the younger boy thinking about what
could be going on inside of his head.
All of that thinking could be put towards a degree in headspaces, if that was a
real degree.  Michael thought he could really excel at that branch of study, he
had his very own specimen to work from.
No, it felt wrong to call Luke a specimen. Scrap the the degree idea, Michael
could live a happy, degree-less life if it meant being able to live it with the
younger boy.  The thought of making a life with him stirred certain feelings
for the boy that Michael had been repressing since the morning.
He still cringed at the memories from hours ago.  But the hungry, lustful part
of him reveled in the fact that he had given Luke what probably was the best
orgasm of his life to-date.  He wanted to shake those thoughts from his brain,
but they were deep rooted, he wanted Luke to be his.  The fact that Luke could
act like an adult sometimes made his mind go wild with the new possibilities of
the very thing Michael wanted most.
It had always been a fantasy because Luke was 5 years younger than him for
starters.  It was frowned upon and unconventional for a 16 year old and a 21
year old to have any sort of relationship, and, the crowning factor: Luke was
six on the inside.  Much too young mentally to maintain a healthy relationship.
Michael just thought he was a bit messed up in the head for wanting to be with
someone like Luke.  But since figuring out that Luke had a headspace and can be
mature, the reality of having a real, loving, functional relationship was
almost tangible.
It was an unspoken truth between them that Luke had the biggest crush on
Michael; it was most apparent when he was feeling little, but Luke showed no
aversion to cuddling when he was big, either.  The idea that Michael could make
it happen had been stewing in the back of his mind for a while now, but it was
forced to the front and center.  He could make it real, if Luke wanted what
Michael wanted, and he was sure he did, then it was only a matter of getting
Luke big again.
Of course, the feelings were reciprocated on his side of things.  Michael felt
many things for the boy sleeping beside him, fondness being a prominent one, he
wouldn't say love yet, but looking down at Luke sleeping peacefully made his
heart flutter in a way that said more than fond.  Caring for Luke made Michael
happy, seeing the younger boy in his headspace and stress free was something he
didn't want to stop after the week.  But to confess this to Luke, he would need
him out of headspace, something he wasn't 100% sure how to do yet. 
But Luke had already been out of headspace once, and bringing up being big
might trigger him out of it.  That was still a maybe.  For all Michael knew,
Luke could wake up feeling big and they could skip the trial and error of
trying to pull him out.  If there was anything making Michael hesitant about
trying to figure out Luke's triggers, it was thinking that he might do
something and stop Luke from being able to get out or go into headspace.  
Luke was most comfortable in his little space, so not being able to get in it
would be an awful experience for the both of them to go through.  Michael knew
it was important to, in a sense, keep up appearances, when Luke was in
headspace.  He shouldn't act any differently towards him now that he knows that
Luke can come out of it.  He needs to treat Luke just like he did before he
became big.  If Luke thought Michael was being wary of him, he might think that
he did something wrong and not know why, and seeing Lukey sad again was not
something Michael wanted so soon after a hard day for the both of them.
"Mikey?"  Luke's sleepy voice startled him, making Michael flinch, and Luke
giggle.  
"Hey, stop laughing at me, silly.  You scared me."  Michael teased, pinching
Luke's sleep-flushed cheek between his fingers.
"Sorry," Luke looked down sheepishly, but with the same cherub features and
mischievous glint in his eyes, "My tummy's growling, Mikey.  Need some food
please."
"What kind of food would your tummy prefer, huh?"
"Mmh... I don't know, maybe a burger!" Luke shined with new excitement, "Yeah,
a burger, that's what my tummy wants, it really wants a burger for dinner,
please, Mikey!"
Michael fought his natural instinct to give Luke whatever he wanted, "I don't
know, baby, I don't want you going to bed feeling sick because you didn't eat a
healthy dinner.  Your tummy might feel yucky if you have a burger, your mommy
told me that you should eat healthy food." 
Luke looked crestfallen, "Please, please, please, please!  Pretty please with a
cherry on top?" 
Who was Michael to deny such a request, "Fine, Luke, " he gave in, Luke did a
small happy wiggle and wrapped his arms around Michael's middle, "But just this
once, I think you deserve a treat."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!  'M so excited!  Gonna dress really pretty,
wear one of my skirts."  It felt nice to know that Luke was happy, Michael just
prayed that Luke didn't feel sick later from all of the heavy, greasy food he
was about to have.
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     McDonald's is the place to be at 9:oo pm for a late dinner.
Chapter Notes
     Man, I can't believe that this is 12 chapters. Sorry this is SO late
     :-(
     **DISCLAIMER: During this chapter there will be someone trying to
     come on to Luke, and Luke doesn't like it. So please, please, please,
     don't read this chapter if you feel uncomfortable in any way with
     situations involving unwanted attention from strangers. Rape and
     violence is NOT mentioned and will never happen in this story, only,
     as I said, some sleazy dude making Luke uncomfortable. If you still
     want to read part of this chapter, you can read up to the three
     asterisks (***), below that, the scene starts.
     This scene is at the very end of this chapter and it is a cliffhanger
     so nothing really happens in this chapter :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Which one do you like better, Mikey? The red one..," Luke held a long, red,
figure hugging maxi skirt to his hips, "...or the black one?"  He swapped the
red one for a shorter and looser skater skirt and held it above his belly
button to where it would sit it if he was wearing it.  Still in headspace, Luke
wanted to look extra pretty when they went out to dinner, and that meant
wearing a nice skirt and a cute top to go with it.  But, he felt like he
couldn't choose between the two skirts, and Pengy couldn't decide either, so
Michael was sought after to make the final verdict.
Though, it didn't look like he was being of much help.  Michael was sitting on
Luke's bed gawking wordlessly up at the younger boy who was prancing around in
his pink silk panties.  He had always known that Luke's body was immaculate:
beautiful, soft skin, and his twiggy structure that Michael loved so much, but
his hips and his small, perky butt matched by the tiny imprint his cock was
leaving in the panties were what really got the older boy going.  Michael had
to sit cross-legged to try and calm himself down while Luke was looking through
his dresser to find the perfect shirt, bent over and rummaging, making his ass
wiggle just the slightest bit.
"Mikey...?  Why do you always do this, you never pay attention to me, you just
stare and me and don't talk." Luke huffed, holding the black skirt between his
fists limply in front of his crotch.
"Mmh?  Oh, sorry, baby, I was just thinking, uh, the red one's nice... yeah,
wear the red one."  Michael mumbled.
"You weren't even paying attention to when I showed you, how would you know
which one is the best?" Luke folded his arms across his chest in a pout, cheeks
still pink from being called baby.
"Because I was looking at how beautiful you are." It was true but a bit corny
to say and he expected Luke to scoff, but, Luke being the bashful boy he was,
gave an embarrassed squeak and blushed like mad.  He hid his face in the black
skirt and whined 'Mikeey'.
"C'mon, Lukey, get dressed and we'll head out in ten minutes, ok?"  He smiled
and got up off the bed, still half hard but it wasn't too noticeable.
"I still like the red skirt the best though.  You should wear that one." He
gave Luke one last smile before leaving the room and a very flustered Luke.
 
*
 
"Pengy! Oh my gosh, did you hear what Mikey said! He said I was beautiful!  Can
you believe it?!  Well... he didn't use those exact words, but he said I had
beauty!  And- and he was admiring it!" Luke bounded onto his bed after Michael
left and squeezed Pengy in the tightest hug, fiddling with a flipper as he told
him the exciting news.
"And, we're going out for dinner tonight and I'm getting a burger!  'M so
excited!  It's like- like a date." Luke finished in a whisper, like he was
telling Pengy a deep secret, which he did a lot because Pengy is excellent at
secret keeping and never laughs at anything you say. 
Luke nuzzled into Pengy's warm black fur one more time before sitting up and
deciding that he would wear the red skirt with a nice black shirt.  Wearing
these clothes made Luke feel pretty and he liked looking at himself in the
mirror when he wore them.  He wanted Mikey to call him beautiful again because
it made something inside him go 'yay' and his tummy would coil.  
Luke deemed himself beautiful that night when he looked at himself in the
mirror, with his long red skirt and plain black shirt and the panties that he
knew he was wearing and those were pretty to but nobody would see those except
for him... and maybe Mikey.  Luke giggled and blushed at the thought, and went
downstairs because he was ready and his tummy was growling.  
Michael was sitting at the kitchen table on his phone, but he looked up when he
saw Luke walk in in his skirt and top, looking like a god with his small hips
just peeking out from under the top.  Michael didn't realize he was staring
until Luke looked down, smiling brightly and flushed.
"Do I look beautiful, Mikey?" Luke asked shyly, swaying from side to side a bit
nervously.  Luke thought he did look beautiful, but he really wanted to hear
Mikey say it again, it felt more real when Mikey said so.
"So, so beautiful, baby.  You're the most beautiful boy." Michael said
sincerely, and watched as Luke's smile widened and his blush deepened.  Michael
got up from his seat and wordlessly put his arm over Luke's shoulders, guiding
him towards the front door.  
"So, I was thinking we could just go to McDonald's and have our dinner there,
is that ok?  Also, we can drive if you want, it's getting colder outside and
you aren't wearing a sweater and I don't want you to be cold."  Michael was
rambling a bit, fumbling with the house keys in the lock and not so subtly
checking to make sure he had his wallet and car keys and Luke's house keys
again.
"McDonald's! Mikey, that sounds great!" Luke clapped his hands together happily
because mommy never bought him McDonald's, ever.  It was such a special treat
to be taken out to eat, and it was even more exciting because Mikey was coming
and they would be eating together.  Luke though about bringing Pengy, but
decided not to because this was his special night, and Pengy sometimes made
people not want to talk to Luke as much.  Michael didn't mind Pengy, but some
of the other kids at school would give Luke weird looks when Pengy was around.
 But Pengy didn't care too much, they were meanies to Luke anyways so it wasn't
like they wanted them around.
"How about we drive there?  It's a bit farther of a walk than I thought and as
I said, it's getting cold."  Michael interrupted Luke's train of thought to
fish out his car keys and unlock the vehicle.  
"M'kay.  I like car rides, and you're right, it is cold out."  Luke clutched a
small, black clutch to his chest and moved around to the side of Michael's car.
"Luke, is that a purse?"  Michael asked, peering over the hood as Luke got in,
then following, still trying to see what the younger boy was holding.
"Yeah, why?"
"Oh, nothing, just wondering.  I have money your mom gave to me for food and
stuff, so you don't have to bring any of your own money.  Buckled?" Mike asked,
and started the car once Luke gave him an affirmative nod and tugged on the
seat belt across his chest for emphasis.
"I know you have money, but I brought some of my own just in case, I also have
a few other things in here.  'S not just money, that's what wallets are for,
not purses."  Luke shrugged and gazed out of the window happily as they backed
onto the street and started towards McDonald's.
 
***
 
"I'll have a number five with extra ketchup... and less salt on the fries
please, if that's possible... one large chocolate milkshake... yup that's it
for me thanks.  Luke?  Have you decided?" Michael sped through his order,
seemingly having what he wanted memorized before he came in, while Luke was
still trying to read the small menu print.  Why did the descriptions have to be
in such a minuscule font?
"Uh, I'll have the same please..., but no milkshake, I don't think I like
milkshakes."  Luke blurted nervously.  The cafe was empty, except for an older
man sitting in the corner reading a newspaper.  There wasn't anybody behind
Luke in any sort of line, but he still felt like he was taking too much time
ordering.  The lady behind the register smiled at him, and pressed a few
buttons before looking back at Michael and asking if that was all.
"That'll be $15.75 please, debit or credit?"
"Cash, actually." Michael had a slight blush rise up on his cheeks as he looked
through his pockets and pulled out three crumpled up, five dollar bills and
some coins.
"Thank you very much, your order will be ready just to your left, have a nice
night." The lady smiled again and handed Michael a few smaller, silver coins
and disappeared behind a door that read 'Employees Only'.
"Thanks, Mikey," Luke smiled up at him, then his stomach gave an audible growl,
"I'm a bit hungry." He said sheepishly.
"A bit?  It sounds like there's a hungry pack of lions in there, Lukey."
 Michael lightly pinched the soft skin peeking out of his skirt, eliciting a
small burst of laughter and another growl from the pack of hungry lions.  They
both looked up as two trays of food were pushed their way over the counter.
 Michael took both, one in each hand before Luke could get a good look at what
was inside all of the silver wrapping.
They sat at a table by the window facing the parking lot, but it was almost
pitch dark, so the reflection from inside was their view.  Luke noticed that
the man was still there, he had finished his food by now, and the newspaper was
lying flat against the table.  Michael was sitting with his back turned to the
man, but Luke could see him clearly.  He was sitting with his hands folded in
his lap looking their way, Luke didn't have to take more than a glance to
notice that he was staring at him in particular.
"Waz rong, -uke.  You aven't toushed your food?" Michael was already chowing
down on a burger, but Luke suddenly didn't feel as hungry as he used to be.  No
matter how many times he glanced up and made direct eye contact with the man,
he didn't look away or pick up his newspaper, he just kept staring.
"Oh, mmh, nothing, 'm just, looking.  Looks good." He replied weakly.  Michael
stopped chewing and squinted from behind his burger.
"No, something's wrong.  You sure you feel ok?  You look a bit flushed."  He
kept squinting and staring at Luke, but took a tentative bite of the burger and
chewed slowly when Luke just shrugged and started to pick at the fries.  Luke
thought he might just be over reacting, people can stare through you and it
looks like they are staring at you, he's probably had a rough day and can't
focus.
Luke tried to busy himself with figuring out what was in the burger, and taking
small bites of fries, not letting himself make more eye contact with the creepy
stranger.  But it was difficult, he couldn't concentrate on what Michael was
saying or give a decent reply because he could feel eyes boring holes into his
skin.  He let himself look up, which wasn't a good idea.  The man was still
looking at him, it had been, what, ten minutes?  Surely he should be leaving,
there was no food in front of him, and the newspaper was gone now.
But he was still looking at him, Luke had had enough by this point and just
wanted to get away from him for a second.  He hoped that if he took refuge in
the bathrooms for a few minutes, the guy would get up and leave.  Luke would've
asked Michael if they could go but the older boy was just starting on his fries
and the milkshake, and he knew it was rude to interrupt people when they're
eating.  
"I'm, uh, I've got to go- to the bathroom.  Be one sec- give me two minutes
I'll be back."  He abruptly stood up, keeping his head down and eyes trained on
the floor.  He had interrupted Michael mid-sentence.  He was talking about how
delicious it was when you dipped the fry into the milkshake and ate it that
way.  Luke thought that sounded disgusting, but nothing really sounded
appealing at the moment.
Michael gave a noise of protest at being interrupted, but let Luke go with a
disgruntled sigh.  It took about ten seconds of painfully slow walking and
feeling like there was a huge spotlight trained on him before he pushed open
the men's washroom door and hastily pushed it closed behind him.  Luke leaned
against the back of the door, letting his body sag and a big breath out.  
"It's ok, you're ok, Luke.  You're in a public place, nothing's gonna happen to
you." He tried to calm himself down, but he was still feeling anxious of going
back out there and the man still being there.  He walked over to the sinks and
looked in the mirror at his reflection.  He did look a bit pink, his cheeks
were pretty vibrant and the color seemed to be bleeding into his forehead and
down onto his neck.  He felt too hot, so uncomfortable with the situation.  A
big part of him wished they never came here, wished he'd stayed with Pengy and
they would be safe at home.
He ran the tap cold, and collected some water in his hands then splashed it on
his face.  The temperature felt nice, but it didn't ease his nerves.  He knew
that the guy might still be sitting at the table, waiting for him to come back.
 Now Luke felt vulnerable without anyone with him, now Luke wanted to be
sitting back at the table with Michael.  He made a move to get out of the
bathroom when he heard the door open, and he planted himself in front of the
mirror looking at the floor feeling terrified, because he didn't have to look
up to know if that was Michael or not.  
 
 
   
Chapter End Notes
     Side note: I have no idea how you order food at McDonald's I've never
     been to one so if the food choices were unrealistic or how they
     ordered them were not right, please forgive me lol. Also sorry if
     like the "timing" of this story is all over the place, like one thing
     I have a really hard time with when I write is like, elapsed time in
     the story. It may take me 15-20 mins to get part of a scene written
     and it feels to me as though that much time has passed but then I'll
     read over what I've written and its waaaay too fast paced. So rn,
     almost two days have passed in this story, Luke's parents left on a
     Monday (i think) and now it's Tuesday night. Also when I tagged that
     Luke sleeps a lot I was so serious bc I don't even realize how much
     he is napping until I'm editing and he's had like 3 naps already lol.
     Anyways, thanks for reading 12 chapters of this like barely any time
     has passed and there's already 12 chapters and I need to get through
     the whole week at least. Prepare for like a 50 chapter fic I'm not
     even exaggerating.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael knew something was up when Luke shakily excused himself to
     the bathroom and didn't come back.
Chapter Notes
     **Disclaimer: There won't be a detailed description of Luke's
     experience in this chapter because it is written in Michael's point
     of view, but any confrontation between Luke and the old man, Michael
     and the old man or anything that makes a reference to Luke's
     experience will be under the ***
     Please read with caution of you are sensitive to topics of harassment
     or unconsentual touching (very minor, nothing explicit) or being
     approached by a creep. Rape and violence are NOT mentioned and will
     never be but this was a very traumatizing experience for Luke so
     there is crying and probably scenes that people could be sensitive
     to.
     Again, don't read this if you aren't comfortable with anything
     mentioned above :-)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael felt that something was definitely off when Luke stopped replying to
his questions or side comments. His eyes seemed to be trained on the window
behind them, and they fixated there for periods of time before he would jerk
his head down towards the table. His breathing was a bit labored and his hands
were extremely fidgety.  He wasn't eating the burger and fries he had been
pestering Michael about, and only nibbled on a few of the fries before abruptly
shooing into the bathroom.
Although Michael had only been with Luke for about two days, he knew the
younger boy well enough to know that, that was not normal Luke behavior.  He
also felt a bit confused and frustrated because he couldn't find a cause.  They
were the only two in the cafe except for an older man reading the newspaper-
and the cashier, other than that, they were alone.
Michael ate the remainder of his fries slowly, mulling over what he said and
analyzing their previous conversation in this head.  Nothing, he couldn't find
anything that seemed to stick out in his brain.  Luke was fine... and then he
wasn't.  Michael was giving himself a headache trying to think so hard, but he
blamed the achey feeling somewhat on the milkshake he was slurping.  The darn
things were always too cold to drink but melted into goo if you let them get to
a drinkable temperature.
Just as Michael was finishing the frozen drink, and getting a bit more worried
about Luke, the older man walked by.  Normally, this wouldn't have bothered him
at all, but seeing as Luke had been casting anxious glances to where this man's
table would have been, Michael clued in on the fact that the man currently
walking into the bathroom might be the cause of Luke's erratic behavior.  It
made Michael's stomach turn to think about Luke holing himself inside a
bathroom to escape the stares of a creep.  
His thoughts didn't process through his head as fast as he wanted them to.
 Michael sat at the table staring at the bathroom door as it closed behind the
man, still mulling.  One part of him thought that he was definitely over
analyzing the situation, that Luke was fine and the older man was allowed to
use the bathroom just as much as Luke was, but a bigger, smarter part of
Michael, was screaming at him to get up and go see if Luke was ok.
He gathered his garbage and tray, and walked over to a bin adjacent to the
bathroom door.  After dumping the contents of the tray out, he cautiously
approached the men's washroom.  He didn't want to go barging in there and make
a scene of everything was fine.  Luke might just be tired, the past day had
been exhausting, but Michael wanted the night to go smoothly.  Taking Luke out
for a treat was supposed to be something fun.
***
He waited outside the door for a few seconds, listening to what could be going
on inside. Nothing... complete silence followed through the grey door.  This
made Michael's stomach sink lower, Luke had been in there for more than 10
minutes now and there was no sound of running water or a hand dryer.  He didn't
know what to expect when he walked into the grungy room, but hearing a low,
rumbling murmur from a gravelly voice paired with soft, shallow whimpers made
him fear the worst.
He knew that small voice anywhere; it belonged Luke who was pinned against the
sink by the older man.  His hands were gripping the sides of Luke's skirt,
ripping one side up the younger boy's leg and splaying a grimy hand along the
soft skin of Luke's thigh.  He was running his fingernails along the pale
expanse of Luke's exposed right leg, Michael could see it quivering under the
palm.
The man's face was pressed into Luke's neck, whispering into the blonde's ear,
which was where the low voice was coming from.  His hair was greasy black and
littered with strands of silvery grey, he was a few inches taller than Luke,
but Michael was taller.  He heard Luke mutter a small plea and try to squirm
away but the man just pushed himself harder on top of him.  
Michael had been frozen on the spot for a few seconds, looking at the two with
horror and anger but hadn't brought any attention to himself.  He cleared his
throat and watches as two heads whip around to look at him.  Luke's expression
pierces through Michael's chest, the younger boy looks like he's about to start
crying.  But the older man, who Michael assumes to be in his mid to late 40's
looked irritated by the interruption.
"Michael!" Luke exclaimed, wrestling out from under the man's loosened grip.
 He ran over to Michael, throwing himself at the older boy and strangling him
in a tight embrace.
"Shh, I've got you, it's ok now, Lukey," Michael whispered in Luke's hair,
looking up at the man who had caused the small boy so much distress, "Let's go
home, baby."
Michael made sure to give the man a long, hard, dirty look as he turned to exit
the bathroom, Luke still tight to his chest, refusing to open his eyes.  It was
hard to walk forward because Luke would be walking backwards with his face in
Michael's chest, so Michael opted to pick Luke up and carry him to his car.  No
words were spoken between the two, it felt surreal that any of that had
happened.  Michael continued to whisper to Luke, trying to console the shaking
boy.
"Luke, I need to put you down so I can drive us home."
"No, no, please don't let me go, m' scared Mikey.  M' scared that if I open my
eyes he'll be there."  Luke whimpered into Michael's neck.
"I know, baby, I know, but he's gone now.  He can't touch you anymore, nobody
is going to touch you Luke, we're going home."  Michael deposited Luke into the
passenger's seat and buckled him in himself.  Luke curled up into himself and
leaned against the window as soon as Michael closed the door.  
The car ride home was silent, Michael had one hand on the wheel and another in
Luke's hands. Both of the younger boy's hands were clutching Michael's right,
and he could tell he was trying to calm himself down by breathing and holding
onto the older boy's free hand.
Michael could tell that Luke wasn't fully little anymore, his mannerisms were
different, his speech was more mature and he understood that he had to be put
down so they could get home safely.  His theory of "Luke's little space is a
happy place but when something makes it an unhappy place he gets big" might be
true.  Of course, the kind of situation that Luke just was a part of, nobody
should have to go through, but if Luke was completely little he would've been
crying as soon as that guy touched him.   Luke didn't deserve this.  He was
going through so much already, having the headspace topic on his plate was more
than enough for him to handle, now throwing something traumatic like this on as
well was cruel.
Taking a quick glance at the younger boy made Michael's heart clench.  Luke
looked exhausted, but was probably going to be unable to have a sound sleep
after the night's events.  Unfair was the only word to describe Luke's current
situation. Michael could feel that he was becoming big; starting to shuffle in
the clothes he was wearing (big Luke hated little Luke's fashion sense) and
letting go of Michael's hand self-consciously.
"Lukey?"
"Uh... no, it's Luke now."  He sounded almost saddened.
"Are you ok, Luke?  I mean, of course you're not, but how are you feeling?"
"... confused?  I just... I don't know why I switch like this.  I've... I don't
want to talk about what just happened, my brain is trying to block everything
out- I can't think strait- I-"
"Luke, it's ok.  You don't ever have to think about tonight again if you don't
want to.  I just wanted to have a nice night out... the two of us."  Michael
didn't know how to steer the conversation himself, so he let Luke pick and
change the subject as he pleased.
"C' mon, we're here.  Let me help you out."  Michael offered as he turned off
the ignition and got out of the car.
He was surprised that Luke let himself be picked up and carried into the house,
but the boy was a million levels of tired.  
"Hey," Michael called as Luke headed for the stairs himself once he got through
the door in Michael's arms, "Sleep in my bed tonight, I don't want you to have
to be alone.  You don't have to figure this all out by yourself you know."
Luke smiled, "Yeah, thanks, Mike but I'm gonna stay by myself tonight.  I
can't- I need to think." He corrected himself and headed back up the stairs.
Michael wished Luke would let him help him. 
    
 
Chapter End Notes
     Ugh sorry for the bump in he road there, I'm hoping to get back into
     a routine again soon so these late af chapters wont happen anymore
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     Big Luke doesn't have to do it all on his own. He's still figuring
     that out.
Chapter Notes
     lil bit sad, lil bit sad. There is some crying from both boys.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Michael. Michael, wake up, please." Luke whisper-yelled to Michael's sleeping
figure. He had dumbly opted out of being able to sleep with the older boy; his
only source of comfort at the moment, and couldn't sleep for the life of him.
"M'Luke? Whaschu doin' 'ere?"  Michael blearily looked around in search of the
small voice, woken up from sleep.
"... 'can't sleep... uh, can I sleep with you?"  Luke felt sheepish,
embarrassed to be asking such things of another grown man in the middle of the
night.  Michael quickly realized this was big Luke talking and the memories of
dinner washed back into his mind.
Of course Luke couldn't sleep, who would be able to after what happened to him.
 Mike had tried to make a point of staying up and waiting for the inevitable,
that being Luke, in whatever headspace, coming in to sleep with him.
He figured it would be better to let Luke to come to the conclusion that, just
because he's big doesn't mean that he has to face his problems on his own,
himself.  Which the younger boy clearly had.
"C'mere, Luke.  I was wondering when you would show up."  Michael fussed around
with trying to move to the other side of the bed so Luke could take up the spot
he had been previously occupying.  
"Just get in 'n slide beside me.  You can have the warm part."  Michael was
clearly still half asleep trying to move himself around to make room for Luke,
who just climbed under the covers and slid the farthest away from Michael that
was possible.  He felt that it was wrong to need to sleep with someone at his
age, but he couldn't shake the thoughts he was having.
Luke curled into himself, facing away from Michael, and tried to find comfort
in the fact that he was in a much closer proximity to the person who seemed to
soothe him.  He felt better, but there was still something missing that he
needed.  It was when Michael slid his arm over Luke's hip and pressed his face
into the crook of his neck that Luke realized that this kind of physical
contact, which he shy-d away from, was what he was missing.
"Where's Pengy?"  Michael asked, voiced muffled by Luke's hair.
Luke shrugged, not wanting to think about the embarrassing stuffed animal that
was so controversial for him.  There was an increasingly clear and loud voice
saying that Pengy would make him feel more comfortable, but he chose to ignore
that because Pengy was a stuffy, and stuffies are for children; something Luke
was definitely not at the moment.
Even though Luke had come to some kind of terms with the business of having a
headspace, he felt like they were two very different parts of him.  Like an
alternate personality ran the other part.  An alternate personality with no
concept of conformity or blending into the public.  He had been wearing a skirt
out for dinner... a skirt... he was a boy, and boy's didn't wear skirts.  
Luke felt himself slipping into a wave of self-loathing.  This was something he
didn't like about being big.  It was like waking up after being drunk and
remembering every stupid thing you did.  It seemed like a good choice at the
time, but a lot of thing things come back to haunt you in the form of cringe
attacks.  Those cringe-y moments made Luke not want to show his face in public
ever again.  He goes from not caring about what other people think to caring
about what everyone thinks and has thought and probably will think if they see
Luke again.
'God, why the hell do I even bother trying to be a functioning member of
society?  It would probably be much better for everyone, including me, to stay
holed up in this house for the rest of my life... I can switch between
headspaces whenever my brain decides to... maybe Michael would visit from time
to time...'  Luke pondered, letting out a defeated huff into the silent room.
 The noise was accompanied by Michael's steady, rhythmic breathing against
Luke's neck.
Warmth spread from the point of contact between Michael's warm breaths and
Luke's skin, making it prickle under the ticklish heat.  It was another source
of comfort, though, and Luke relished in the feeling of having Michael so close
to him... keeping him safe.  The thoughts in Luke's head started to slow and
become fuzzier, he could feel himself trickling out of consciousness and
snuggling further into Michael's warm, comforting body.
***
"-uke?!  Luke!"  He was being shaken awake by someone, "Luke, c'mon baby wake
up, it's only a dream."  He was being pulled into someone's arms, and held
there.  He didn't have the energy to open his eyes or move himself into a
comfortable position against the chest he was leaning into.  It seemed that all
of his energy had gone into struggling to get out of the hold that the man had
on him.  He was in the bathroom again, standing against the sink when a heavy
presence behind him felt all too similar, and there was weight against his back
and breathing on his neck, and he was back in the bathroom, unable to move away
from the man behind him, whispering disgusting things into his ear and calling
him 'pretty boy' as his hands hitched up his skirt, ripping the sides.  Luke
was back in the bathroom and he couldn't get out.
"Shh, Luke, c'mon, open your eyes," the voice sounded desperate. Luke wasn't
"there" enough to realize that he was back in Michael's bed, safe in the older
boy's arms.  Safe, but shaking as silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he
still refused to open his eyes.  Too afraid that if he did, he would be faced
with his own terrified reflection accompanied by another unwelcome one.
Luke didn't realize he was awake for a good ten seconds.  Ten seconds of
Michael rocking him back and forth and petting down his matted hair, and
holding his hot, clammy, shaking body and trying to get Luke to snap out of it.
 He couldn't hear the soft whining sounds coming from his own wet lips.  
Luke finally opened his eyes to see Michael's face above him.  His head was
tilted as far back as it would go, resting on the older boy's shoulder, and the
green eyes gazing down at him, clouded with worry.  
"Fuck, Luke, you scared me so, so, so much.  Thought you were sick or
something.  You went all stiff and started shaking and whining and I didn't
know what to do.  God, I can't even think about how you must feel right now."
Michael rambled as he planted a long kiss to Luke's forehead, speaking into the
skin there and squeezing the younger boy tighter to his body.
Luke felt himself relax slightly, sagging in Michael's grip, feeling even more
exhausted than before he went to bed.  
"'M so tired, Mikey... but I can't sleep without having fucked up dreams.
 They're so real, 'n so scary, 'n I don't know why I can't just block it out
but I can't.  Whenever I close my eyes I see him, and whenever I open my eyes
I'm afraid I'll just be stuck in that bathroom again." Luke sobbed into
Michael's clavicle, tears wetting the sleep-warm skin.
Michael pulled him tighter, if that was even possible and let out a ragged
breath, "Fuck... why did this have to happen?" His voice was choked with unshed
tears as he shared in Luke's current despair.
"All I fucking wanted was to take you to dinner and get you the best goddamned
burger you've ever tasted and then bring you home and- fuck-," Michael sniffled
as he began to cry, "-but none of that happened because of some stupid git who
didn't know where the boundaries were.  Can't believe I didn't clock him in the
face the second I saw him, should've known something was wrong when you didn't
come out... fuck I wish this was different.  Wish he never hurt you, baby."
There was a sad silence surrounding the two in the bed.  A heavy, grey, hanging
silence like fog.  Neither boy spoke for a few minutes, only sharing in each
other's sadness.  It felt like longer than minutes before one of them spoke up
again.  It was Luke, voice still thick with tears.
"I can't go back."
"...Luke... I would never make you go back there, ever again.  I don't even
expect you to want to go out anywhere for a while, not to mention public
washrooms."
"No, Mikey, that's not what I mean."
"...what do you mean?"
"My headspace, it's- I just-... can't get in it."
"Luke... no, of course you can.  That's supposed to be your happy place, so you
don't have to think about all of this stupid shit- you can focus on one thing
at a time-" Michael was rambling.
"No, but that's the thing.  I can only focus on one thing at a time.  I don't
have the luxury of thinking rationally, I'm helpless when I'm little, 'n I
can't feel that helplessness again.  It just makes the thoughts stronger and I
can't escape them.  One track mind, I can't go anywhere else.  It feels like
I'm trapped."  Luke said, defeated. 
"God, I can't believe this happened to you." Michael breathed, still in
disbelief that something so awful (in their experience) could've touched their
lives in this way.  It pained him to think about any permanent damage having
been done to Luke.  Fucking up someone's headspace is a big deal, it was one of
the only risks of having a headspace, the risk of loosing it or tainting it in
such a way that it would be painful for the person to try and enter it.  If
Luke just lost his headspace, he lost a huge part of him, basically all of his
childhood.  Michael felt like that guilt would rest on his shoulders.
"It will get better, Luke.  I promise, you'll forget about last night with
time.  But I'm always gonna be here for you, baby.  Always." Michael took the
initiative to lie both of them back down on the bed.  Luke was in need of more
sleep and Michael wasn't going to leave him alone after what just happened.
 Talking about it probably helped Luke decompress a bit from the nightmare,
getting out all of the repressed feelings.
Michael was glad that even though Luke wasn't totally comfortable with being
cuddled while he was big, that he was confiding in Michael instead of trying to
battle this on his own.  It was relieving that Luke wouldn't be alone,
isolating himself from Michael just because he thought it was weird to want
help.  Michael wanted to make sure Luke knew that it was ok to be coddled and
loved even when he was big.  And that Michael would always be there to give him
whatever he needed.
"Love you, Mikey..." Luke's voice was slurred with sleep, but Michael heard him
loud and clear.
"Love you too, Lukey."  
And the amazing part was, Luke wasn't in headspace when he said that. 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Luke talking about boys not being "allowed" to wear skirts is just a
     character thing, in no way does it express my opinions towards gender
     and clothing norms. I guess that should be a disclaimer for
     everything in this story. The opinions of the characters are not
     influenced by my beliefs at all, so please don't take offence to
     anything mentioned here about gender/sexuality conformity :-)
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     Damn this story has developed SO MUCH plotwise since the beginning.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Luke you need to eat breakfast."  Michael said from the doorway into his room.
"I'm not hungry, Michael.  I'll have something later."  Luke grumbled and
turned over, pulling the bed sheets over his head with him.
"No you won't, you will have something now.  You need to eat, baby, I'm not
letting you stop eating so you don't have to get out of bed."  Mike moved to
his bed and shoved his hands under the lump of Luke under the covers, lifting
him and the sheets into his arms and proceeded to carry him out of the room
bridal style.  It was a little difficult because of the mass of blankets
surrounding Luke and clouding Michael's field of vision, but he managed to get
down the stairs and deposit Luke and half of the bed on the living room couch.
"Michael 'm not hungry.  Just wanna sleep."  Luke had his face pressed into the
couch, so his words were almost unintelligible.
Michael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, this was going to be
stressful for the both of them, Luke still coping and Michael trying to make
everything better.  Luke didn't really know what to do with himself, locked out
of his headspace was proving more tiring for Luke than imagined.
"Lukey, c'mon, sweetheart, how about some waffles?  You can even help me make
them? Be my sous chef... head chef?"  Michael tried desperately to get some
kind of reaction from Luke, but his head was still pressed into the armrest,
wrapped solidly in the blankets, and not wanting to move.
But, he wasn't opposing to the way Michael was speaking to him, it was more
along the lines of how he would talk when Luke was in headspace, calling him
Lukey and sweetheart.  Maybe if he spoke to Luke like he was little, he could
coax him into slipping under.  It was so easy when they tried it last, a few
words of praise, and Luke was pink-cheeked and happy.  Not brooding over life
in a blanket burrito like he was now.
Michael felt sort of bad for thinking that, Luke wasn't brooding like an angsty
teen, he had a valid reason for being so distant, but Michael wanted nothing
more than to just have his giggly boy back.  He walked over into the kitchen
and pulled out the waffle maker, sluggishly taking out the rest of the
ingredients he would need to make the breakfast.  He glanced out to the couch,
Luke was still as much of a burrito as ever, not having moved his face from the
darkness of under his blankets.  
He could see some movement though, from under the vast expanse of beige
comforter.  It looked like Luke was shuffling about, finally upturning from the
depths of his blanket fort.  Once his pink face emerged slightly, Michael
turned back to the task at hand: waffles.  He had never been the best cook, or
even mediocre cook for that matter, he actually was completely hopeless when it
came to anything involving food and preparing it. But, he did have two mouths
to feed, one being his, so burnt food would not suffice.
But it would have to suffice because not fifteen minutes (and three
wholehearted attempts) later, he was churning out one charred "waffle" after
the other, if you could even call them that anymore.  Michael could feel that
his back was sore, and his forehead was a little sweaty, and his pinky finger
had been burnt twice now trying to get the damn things un-stuck from the waffle
iron.  Just as he was about to break down in frustration and settle for cereal,
Luke came up behind him.
"Uh, Michael?"  If he didn't know any better, Michael would assume that Luke
was laughing at him.
"Yes." He was holding back tears of frustration, just slumped against the
counter top, and the air smelling thickly like smoke.   
"...You doing ok?" He started, Michael was so embarrassed that he couldn't make
a simple breakfast to turn and look at Luke, "...Because I know how to use the
waffle iron properly... and make edible batter."
Yup, there was a hint of amusement in his voice, and if Michael had to crash
and burn in the respect of cooking to get a happy reaction from Luke, he was
willing.
Michael sighed and turned to talk to the younger boy, "I give up with the
stupid thing.  I just think it doesn't like me... needs the magic touch Mr.
Master Chef Hemmings." Luke blushed a soft pink and shook his head and smiled,
reaching to the bowl of batter and promptly pouring it into the garbage.
"W-that was perfectly good batter that you've just thrown out!"  Michael
sounded slightly appalled, and felt a little offended at the immediate
reaction.  
"Michael, I watched you pour half a cup of salt in instead of sugar.  Plus you
didn't add any baking powder, so the waffles are more like mutilated pancakes;
they have no substance whatsoever."  Luke rattled off the imperfections in
Michael's "waffles" as he washed the sticky batter residue off, ready to start
from scratch.
Michael was just shy of blown away.  Did Luke even know he could cook?  He
couldn't make a bowl of cereal without breaking his arm a few days ago, now
he's going all Gordon Ramsay on Michael.  Maybe it was a hidden talent, he did
seem to have an affinity for wanting to help Michael cook things.  But he had
never expected Luke to actually know what he was doing.  
"You know, you could at least offer to help me make these waffles, Michael."
 Luke smirked over his shoulder.  
"And do what, pour more salt in the batter?  I think I'll stick to setting the
table."  He muttered to himself, then stomped his way over to the kitchen
cabinets like a three year old, searching for plates.
"Stop sulking, Michael.  Just because you can't cook for shit doesn't mean
you're useless...," Luke paused to continue stirring his new batter together,
"...Just means your strengths lie in... other places."  It sounded like Luke
was just making it up on the fly.  Michael snorted and pulled out two plates
and laid them out on the table.
"If my strengths lie in other places, where are they... or... what are they,"
Michael confused himself with Luke's words, making said boy laugh from the
waffle iron, "You know what I mean."
"You want to know what I think your strengths are?"  Luke sounded like he was
smirking again, which was surprising but not a bad thing.  The teasing though,
Michael would put up with it... for now.
Michael paused, "Yeah, what am I great at, please, enlighten me." He said, a
playful edge to his voice, but he genuinely wanted to know what Luke thought of
him.  
Luke spooned batter onto the waffle iron and closed the lid, watching steam
pour from the sides for a few seconds before turning and facing Michael.  
"Well...," Luke smiled and looked down, his fringe of a few curls falling over
his left eye.  Michael could tell he was blushing, which made a small part of
him selfishly happy because he knew that whatever the boy just thought brought
heat to his cheeks, "I think that you have great hair..., and a nice beard when
you don't shave, and- and nice shoulders, uh-," the waffle iron interrupted his
embarrassed whining.
Luke quickly turned around and gave his full attention to the perfect waffle he
had managed to produce.  Michael smiled to himself, seeing Luke blush did
something to him that he couldn't explain.  It was cute as hell for one, but
knowing that he was thinking about something involving Michael that evoked such
a fierce blush made the smug monster inside of him gloat.  
In that moment, Michael decided that he liked seeing Luke blush so much, that
he would make it his mission to give Luke those little compliments he likes,
and the small touches and comments that little Luke loved.  Seeing as Luke
seemed to enjoy being big, he wouldn't purposely try and push him into his
headspace, but he wanted to make Luke feel warm and fuzzy and special, and
hopefully bring that rosy hue to his cheeks that Michael loved so much.
"Kay, Michael... stop staring at me, it's getting weird."  Luke tried to joke
awkwardly, but then blushed again and turned back to the waffle machine, where
the amount of perfect waffles was piling up.  Michael smirked and replied, "How
can you expect me not to stare at such a pretty face, Lukey.  Not to mention
how good you are at cooking... that's a pretty attractive skill to have you
know."  Seeing Luke's face go from alabaster to scarlet with each comment made
Michael chuckle.
"Shut up, you dick.  You said that on purpose." Luke was turned away, busying
himself with getting out glasses, trying to get the color of his face back
under control while Michael made himself comfortable right behind Luke, pressed
against his back, leaning over to grab the waffles. Cornering Luke into the
counter and pushing him so he couldn't move away.
***
Michael didn't mean to do it, it was an accident.  He wasn't thinking about how
Luke would feel pressed up against a counter, not able to get away.  How too
familiar it would be to him.  
So when the younger boy fell silent and still, Michael didn't think that his
playful actions were sending him into a panic attack.  But when Luke whimpered
a few strangled no's and Michael's name and shook against him, the older boy
finally clued in.
Now he was holding Luke against his chest on the couch, with the quilt from
Michael's bed wrapped around them.  Luke was shaken-up to say the least, he was
shaking as hot tears ran down his white face.  Michael was rocking him back and
forth slightly on his lap, feeling absolutely revolting for making Luke feel
like this.  He couldn't believe he was that insensitive, but he could only
apologize and try and comfort Luke as best he could.
Luke was sniffling and had burrowed into the blanket and clung onto Michael's
lap.  His eyes were closed and his lips were wet from all of the tears that
passed them.  He had stopped muttering "no" a few minutes prior, but just
hearing the pleads broke Michael's hear into a million pieces.  Luke wasn't
ready to talk yet, but he could hear the younger boy's stomach growling.
Michael stood up from the couch as gracefully as he could, ignoring Luke's soft
protests with a quiet "shh" and a stroke on the younger boy's head, moving Luke
and the blanket for the second time today, it was still obscuring his vision as
he tried to make his way to the plate of waffles.
"C'mon, baby, you need to eat.  Here, let's take these to the couch and eat
there ok?" Michael said as he grabbed the plate of waffles in one hand and
balanced Luke on his hip in the other hand.  If it wasn't for his death grip
around Michael's neck, Luke might've slipped out of Michael's arms.  
Luke was muttering something into the blanket which Michael couldn't hear, but
he plopped back down on the couch with both Luke and the plate of waffles
intact.
"Hm?  What was that, Lukey, I couldn't hear that."  He brushed Luke's hair out
of his eyes and petted the boy's cheeks.
"Said, hungry."  Luke was a bit grumbly, still not looking at Michael.  Who
couldn't tell if Luke was mad at him or not, he wouldn't be surprised if the
latter was the case.
Michael took one of the waffles, folded it, and stuffed it in his mouth.  He
was starving and couldn't wait, but he took another and ripped a little piece
off and held it in front of Luke's mouth.  Luke didn't even bother to use his
hands, he just craned his neck forward a bit and let Michael feed him.  It was
cute, and Michael had to refrain from cooing.  He never expected to enjoy
feeding someone so much.
If only it was in the circumstances it was.  They hadn't even gone to the
aquarium yet. 
      
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I am a lot more busy now than I originally was when I started this
     fic, so these late af chapters might become a thing. It honestly
     pains me to say it, like, i want to stay regular with the updated,
     but it's getting to the point where if I was to update every week
     they would be pretty crappy updates. I am going to keep trying to
     update every week because if I can I will, and I want to get this
     story wrapped up. Not saying that in a bad way, I enjoy writing this
     and I'm not going to cut away huge chunks of plot I could've added to
     finish it, I just want to be as consistent as possible with updates
     and writing and the whole thing to I can have a completed fic, 50
     chapters or not, who knows. I also want to thank the lovely people
     who tell me to keep going and take breaks if I need to. You are very
     sweet to take time to say that :-). Anyways, thanks for listening and
     before I end this I have a small query: Would you want to see more of
     the "original" content of this story, ie, like pillow humping and
     panties and how it was originally, or do you like the more serious
     note it's taken on? Feel free to answer or leave some suggestions for
     future chapters. You don't have to! I just like reading what people
     who aren't the author think about how this has progresses.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     After two days of crazy, Michael finally takes Luke to the aquarium.
     Big Luke or not.
Chapter Notes
     ...And it's been 3 weeks...
     Thanks to everyone who commented their ideas. It was a pretty
     unanimous voice, so I will try to mold the story to what everyone
     wanted :-)
     Also, it is Thursday in the story, there was only one chapter for
     Wednesday and that was the last chapter, chapter 15.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Michael, this is embarrassing. Why are we going to an aquarium?" Luke
complained for the umpteenth time. 
"Because, Lukey, we have too much stress in our lives.  I know how much you've
been wanting to go," Michael leaned down to whisper in Luke's ear so the other
aquarium-goers couldn't hear him, "headspace or not."  Michael could feel
Luke's blush and smirked to himself.  Luke harrumphed and turned his back to
Michael, making the older boy genuinely laugh and swing an arm around him.
"Oh, don't be so embarrassed, baby.  You're just too cute."  Michael pressed a
kiss to Luke's temple, making the boy shrug away from him slightly, but the
blush was still high on his cheeks, making the skin that touched Michael's lips
feel hot.
"'M not "baby", I'm Luke at the moment please."  There was no fire in his
voice, it seemed like that reaction was becoming practiced instead of genuine
dislike for being called "baby".
"Sure thing, baby." Michael joked and Luke rolled his eyes, but didn't protest
further.  Luke stayed glued to Michael's side the rest of the wait in line,
asking questions like "do you think they have a penguin exhibit?" and pouting
when Michael told him "no, I don't think so, baby".  The line moved faster to
Luke because of all the wonder he felt, finally being in an aquarium.  
"You like what you see, baby?" Michael asked gently while escorting Luke over
to an information desk ready to check them in.
"Yeah, 's big.  Can't wait to see all of the glow in the dark jellyfish, I
heard they shine blue and purple.  Also, I hope there isn't any prehistoric
skeletons of scary dinosaur fish.  I think I would honestly cry if I saw one."
 Luke rambled on as Michael pulled him to the desk.
"Luke they will not have any skeletons, this isn't a fish museum, it's an
aquarium, they specialize in living creatures." Michael shook his head and
squeezed Luke's hand in comfort, but smiled to himself at the silly thought
anyways.
They stopped at the front of a tall grey granite desk where a young lady was
perched behind, typing on her computer.  "Hi, welcome, what can I do for you
two?"  She smiled down at them and then looked back to the screen.  Michael
cleared his throat, "We, uh, want tickets to the aquarium."  he felt a bit
stupid saying that because what else could he want?  Luke giggled a little and
Michael blushed slightly.
"Of, course," she smiled and reached over to the other side of her computer,
grabbing two papers and stamping them, then typing something into her database
once more, "That will be $62.70 please, cash or credit?"
"Uh, debit, actually."  Michael pulled out his wallet and fumbled around,
pulling out three wrong cards before he found his debit, with every wrong card
his face grew hotter, feeling very uncomfortable for some reason.  It could be
because Luke was insisting that he payed Michael back for his ticket, loudly.
 But Michael wanted to treat his boy, and he knew a trip to the aquarium was
something the both of them could actually enjoy.  They both had their childlike
side to them- literally with Luke.
"Michael my mom left us money, for this reason!"  Luke was walking sideways,
trying to be in front of Michael, but the older boy knew Luke would bump into
someone and trip and fall, so he wrapped an arm around his waist and made sure
he was looking where he was going as he ranted.
"I know, but I wanted to take you somewhere nice, myself."  Michael replied,
not glancing down at Luke who was frowning incredulously up at him.
"Wh-but that's what the money is for!  So we can go places!  My mom would be
paying you so much more if she expected you to pay for everything!  What's she
gonna say when she comes home to like," Luke lowered his voice, "400 dollars!"
 Luke was waving his arms and shaking his head, trying to make his case more
convincing.  Michael didn't know why Luke couldn't accept his nice gesture.
"Luke, I don't feel like I have to pay for everything, don't worry, your mom
told me everything, but did it ever occur to your pretty little mind that
I wanted to buy this day for you?" Michael asked as gently as possible and
lead Luke around a corner into the main part of the aquarium.
Luke stopped pestering Michael after that comment, Michael couldn't tell if
Luke felt bad, embarrassed, or what, but he was glad he wasn't being yelled at
anymore.  Michael pulled Luke closer into his side and planted a kiss onto the
top of his head, Luke didn't even flinch.  If Michael was going to be really
optimistic, he might even say that Luke leaned into it.
***
"Michael I am not going into that room."  Luke was throwing another fit.
"Luke, it's a skeleton, it can't hurt you, and it's so high up on the ceiling
that you don't even have to look at it." They had made their way through no
more than a quarter of the whole place when Luke decided that he could go no
further because of some giant skeleton strung up on the ceiling of the next
room.  Luke had overheard a family talking about how giant it's mouth was and
how many teeth they had, which lead him to freeze and refuse to move until
Michael promised him not to go into that room.
"No, no way, you could not pay me enough money to set foot in there.  You can't
make me.  I can't go in there, I will throw up all over your shoes of you make
me go in."  Luke threatened, standing rooted in the floor at a "safe distance"
from the threshold so nobody could "accidentally push him in".  To Michael it
was a bit comical, Luke's behavior that is.  There were five and four year
old's begging to be hoisted on their parents shoulders to be closer to the
monstrous skeleton that was at least fifty feet above the crowd.   
But it wasn't easy on the eyes, it made him jump a bit when he got a glimpse
from before Luke made sure that they wouldn't be going in and hauled him back a
few yards.  he did understand the fear to some extent, but if it wasn't Luke
being stubborn, Michael would've left and gone in, or dragged the person in.
"Luke, calm down.  We have to go in sometime, don't you want to see the glow in
the dark jellyfish?  They are," Michael pulled out a map from his back pocket,
"three rooms down from here."  
Luke pouted at Michael and unconsciously grabbed his hand when Michael made a
move to put his arm around Luke's middle.  The older boy smiled at Luke's
reaction and blush, but Michael pulled Luke in for a hug anyways.
"Put your feet on my feet."
"What?"
"Do it, I promise you will be fine, you don't have to look at the thing in
there, we can walk right in, and walk right out, just stand on my feet."
 Michael urged, getting a suspicious look from Luke but he did it anyways.
"C'mon, I would never make you look at that thing, I'm not a monster, baby.
 Now just keep your face in my neck and close your eyes.  I'll do the walking
and I will walk us right out of the room once we get in it, yeah?"  Michael
pushed Luke's head into his neck and wrapped his arms around the younger boy,
it probably looked strange to onlookers, but neither of them really cared.
"Michael." Luke whined as Michael started to walk, uneasy with the current
situation and not trusting himself not to look.
"I've got you, baby.  Just keep those eye's close and you'll have nothing to
worry about."  Michael pacified the scared boy as he continued to walk through
the sea of people.
Once he reached the threshold to the next room, he quickly walked a fair
distance from it so Luke wouldn't open his eyes to the massive jaws of some
prehistoric sea monster.  The room they were now occupying was filled with
starfish and sea anemones and coral, which, to his surprise, were actually
living.
"You can open your eyes now, Lukey," Michael gently rubbed Luke's back as the
younger boy cautiously peeked out from behind Michael's shoulder, "look at all
the starfish.  Did you know that they are actually moving right now, we just
can't see it because they are so slow."
Luke climbed off Michael's body and moved to stand close beside him, admiring
the starfish from a safe distance.  They walked past a small screen that played
sped-up footage of the starfish tank, where you could see their movement over
time.  Luke was engrossed for minutes before he decide that the next room had
something interesting.
"Mikey!" he grabbed Michael's forearm in excitement and pointed at the next
room called the "glow in the dark sea" room.  
"So, this is what you've been waiting for this whole time, huh?  I thought
there were a few more rooms before this one but I guess Christmas came early."
Michael led them into the darkened room lit with black light, making their
teeth and eyes glow, but it was nothing compared to the beauty of the jellyfish
bobbing around in their tanks, casting a glow onto the faces of onlookers.
"Aren't they beautiful..." Luke was mesmerized.  
"You sure are."
***
"And-and they even are living in different types of the sea, like fresh and
salt water.  And the thing that makes them glow is a protein called, green
fluorescent protein, and only some jellyfish have it.  'S was makes them
special."  Luke was blabbing on and on about the jellyfish facts he learned at
their trip to the aquarium while munching on some slices of cucumber and carrot
Michael had lovingly prepared as to avoid overpriced food.
"That's nice, Lukey.  What else was fun?" Even though Michael knew all of this
stuff because he read the exact same information signs as Luke did, he liked
hearing Luke talk.
"Well the skeleton was not nice.  I was not expecting that and it was a mean
surprise.  I can't believe they would want to scare people like that!"  
"Some people find that kind of stuff interesting.  Some people don't, it's just
a matter of preference."
"Yeah, but, I still think they should warn people." Luke bit off a chunk of
carrot a tad bit more angrily this time and it made Michael laugh.
They were driving back from their day trip, just after lunch and heading back
to the house.  Luke was happy-go-lucky at this point and it was rubbing off on
Michael, he couldn't help crack a smile every time he looked Luke's way.
Luke was becoming engrossed in his own little world, looking out the car
window, munching on his snack and asking the occasional question about whether
Michael liked the sea dragon or the puffer fish better, or the shark tank
versus the giant crabs.  Luke always gave a detailed description of why he
thought one was superior to another, showcasing his newfound knowledge of
marine life.
"Maybe I'll be a marine biologist."  Luke said out of nowhere.
"Yeah? You think you'd like that?" Michael pulled into the driveway and parked,
turning off the car.
"Yup, especially for jellyfish and bioluminescent fish in general, they really
interest me." Luke added and Michael just nodded, not really knowing what that
meant, but chalking it up to the fact that Luke is a sponge for knowledge.
"Alright, marine biologist, in you go." Michael opened the front door and
ushered Luke inside, who was still having an animated conversation with Michael
about the difference between chemiluminescence and bioluminescence, which
Michael was having an increasingly hard time following.
"You're just a smart little scientist aren't you?" Michael ruffled Luke's hair
as they sat down in front of the game console, "wanna play me fifa?"
Luke nodded and picked up a controller, Luke didn't play video games often
because he never really liked them (also Michael knew that Luke could never
figure out how to use them and it was always really frustrating to him).
But there is always a first time for everything.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I'm trying so hard to get this up on time! I'm overwhelmingly busy
     sometimes OMG. Also, I'm working on another Muke fic... bless. Why do
     I do this to myself lol.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Summary
     This is like Michael thinking for a chapter.
Chapter Notes
     k... idek what this chapter is... bear with me.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke was getting frustrated.  He just couldn't play the video game, it wasn't
working for him.  No matter how hard he tried to play it right, press the right
buttons and move the sticks the right way, he always ended up making his player
do things he didn't want it to do, and it was annoying.
"Mikey, why does it keep kicking?!  I just want it to run!"  Luke almost
sounded frustrated to the point of some tears, and Michael was surprised that
he was having so much trouble with the video game.
"Hey, hey, it's ok.  Why don't we try something else?  Like maybe a board
game?!"  Michael was trying to be enthusiastic and creative with his ideas, but
it didn't seem to be working.  Luke was not having it.
"I don't wanna play a board game, I wanna play this game!"  Luke huffed out and
forcefully place the controller on the coffee table and sat back on the couch
with his arms crossed, huffing angrily.
Michael felt as though he was walking on eggshells because this was a mood
swing, "What's wrong Luke?  What's got you so upset?"
"This stupid game.  Can't play it.  'S too hard 'n complicated."  Michael could
hear the frown in his voice.
"That's ok, we don't have to play that game right now, let's come back to it
later.  For now, how about we go upstairs and maybe take a little nap?"
 Michael spoke slowly and cautiously, ready for an outburst, but Luke was
surprisingly ok with the idea of a nap.
He just shrugged and clamored over onto Michael's lap, huffing and making
annoyed sounds the whole time.  Luke melted into Michael's embrace and wrapped
himself around the older boy like a koala.  With his arms around Michael's neck
and legs around his waist and head nestled into the bearded neck.
"C'mon Lukey, you're tired from today, let's take a nap and then have some
dinner, sound good?"  Michael got up from his sitting position on the couch and
slowly headed up to his room, which was slowly becoming theirs.
"Mhm, kay."  Luke let out a big yawn against the scruffy skin on Michael's
neck.  The brush of warm air on his skin made shiver run down his spine.
 Michael could sense that Luke was slipping away and falling into headspace.
 He didn't want to say anything, he wanted to let it happen and pretend like it
was normal; which it was.
"That's right, baby," Michael caressed Luke's lower back under his shirt as he
laid them both down in bed and Luke curled up onto Michael's side, "someone's
tired, huh?"
Luke didn't give any definitive answer, only the slight nod of his head as
Michael pulled the quilt over them both, letting Luke's breathing fall even and
soft after a while.  Michael wasn't tired himself, only willing to lay here for
an hour or so because of how fond he was for the particular boy sleeping in his
arms.  Luke was so special to him and if anyone else was this high maintenance
to be around, Michael would have dropped them so quick.  But Luke was so
different.
He would like to say that gone were the days where he fantasized about having
the younger boy panting under him, but that wasn't true.  He loved Luke.   As a
protector and friend at the current state of their "relationship", but what
wouldn't he give for lover to be added onto that list.  He had three more days
until Luke's parents came back and Michael wouldn't get to talk to Luke because
things would go back to normal where Michael would pine for Luke and think
about him in compromising positions.
But back to reality, Michael had the real thing sprawled across his chest and
drooling onto his shirt.  Maybe Michael would tell Luke how he really felt and
they could make something out of the nothing they sort of had.  It was no
secret that Luke had a crush on Michael, especially when he was feeling little,
he would blush and giggle in front of Mikey.  Big Luke made Michael hopeful
that a real, serious relationship could prosper between them because that is
not uncommon.  Their relationship would be like any other, except with the
unspoken roles between them.
If Luke was feeling little, Michael would care for him, and if he wasn't,
Michael would take care of him in different ways.  He was hankering to know
what Luke was like when he's needy and big.  When he's all there, and Michael
could finally have his way with him.  What would he like?
All of the thinking Michael was doing was bringing up images in his mind from
when he did have his way with Luke and didn't think about it and just assumed
that it was ok.  He sort of wanted to forget about that because it felt wrong,
but another part of him said that Luke wanted it just as much as he did, and
that touching someone's dick isn't a crime, or having them touch yours isn't
either.
Michael wanted that again but with Luke while he was big, but still crying for
it.  This may be hard to achieve in three days, but Michael could try.  He
started by taking Luke out on a date, to the aquarium.  It wasn't explicitly
stated as a date, but in Michael's head it was. This was his first move to
success, and whenever Luke was feeling big, he would try and make more moves.
 Get a feel for Luke's comfort level around him when he's being... predatory.  
He could always back off if he sensed that Luke was uncomfortable in any way,
or didn't think the feeling was mutual, but Michael was pretty sure that
wouldn't happen.  It might've just been his dick brain thinking, but Michael
could've sworn that when Luke moved around and swung a leg ever so slightly
over his, he could feel something hard and out of place pressing on his thigh.
 It might've just been his mind thinking happy thoughts, but he could've sworn.
Chapter End Notes
     Happy Halloween if you celebrate it! If you don't than have a good
     week :-)
     Also, in this chapter Michael calls Luke high maintenance, which is
     directed to his little side, but is not meak...nt in a negative way
     AT ALL or to degrade others who also may have a little side!
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Summary
     "Here we go again" - Michael
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to everyone who left lovely comments on the last chapter and
     the chapters before :-). I appreciate all of you and don't deserve
     the support I've gotten since the end of May when I started writing
     this book, so thanks to everyone <3!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"M-Mikey..." Luke was mumbling as he slept, and rocked his hips against
Michael's thigh.  What to do next would be much clearer if he knew whether Luke
was big or little; whether he could take this as far as Luke would let him or
if he needed to not initiate anything.
Michael could definitely feel something hard pressing into his thigh, this was
no trick of the mind (he wasn't dreaming this time) and if Luke wasn't little,
this could be interesting to see how far it could go.  He felt like Luke was
most likely falling into headspace because of his display of moodiness and
uncoordinated behaviour and unwarranted frustration.
But, if Luke was big, he could make his own clear-headed decisions about what
he would do if he woke up in his current state or slept through it and woke up
to sticky pants.  To Michael's knowledge, Luke had never "done anything" before
out of headspace, hell, he hadn't even been living out of headspace for a week
yet, so it would be a new (and hopefully good) experience for Luke.
By the whines that were steadily flowing from Luke's mouth, Michael was getting
more and more sure that Luke was feeling little, or, he was just unbelievably
whiny and needy when he was big and horny. The latter seemed to interest
Michael a bit, and he couldn't help but feel his own cock stir in his pants
slightly.  He could still blame his sudden arousal on "teenage hormones" but he
was kind of passed that stage of his life, which just meant that his fantasy of
having his kid-neighbour get off on him was what really did do it for him.
"Uuh...M-Michael," Luke flopped over onto Michael's chest, still sleeping, but
clutching the material of Michael's shirt in his one hand while the other was
unconsciously moving downwards to cup at his now rock hard cock in his
sweatpants.  Since Luke was basically lying on Michael's chest, their crotches
were dangerously close, so when Luke, still sleeping (Michael was seriously
wondering how Luke was asleep) tried to palm himself over his pants, he ended
up sticking his hand between his and Michael's dicks and moving it.  
Michael had to bite back a moan because he didn't want Luke to wake up, but he
was wondering absentmindedly if Luke would wake up if he was moaning, even
movement wasn't making him wake up.   Even though this situation had come
literally out of nowhere, Michael still had to laugh a bit because of course
this would happen, something that could go one way or another.  It could make
or break his chances of making something more happen with the boy having a wet
dream right on top of him.
"Hey... Lukey..." Michael decided that instead of letting himself make the
decision about what he was going to do with the boy on top of him, he was going
to let Luke decide.  For all Michael knew, Luke was in little space and from
past experience, it isn't a good idea to be any type of sexual with Luke when
he's like that.  It left a bad taste in the mouth for the both of them.  This
way, whatever Luke decided to do would be a safe bet because he was the
confounding variable for Michael at this point.  
"Lukey... wake up baby... c'mon." Michael was stroking his cheek and trying to
rouse Luke from his "nap".  Luke seemed to be resisting waking up, because he
made some indignant noises, not wanting to wake up when his dream was so good.
"Michael..." Luke was drawing it out and honestly, Michael could listen to him
whine his name all day, but that was not what this was about at the current
moment.  It was about Luke, and what he wanted.
"That's right, baby, wake up for me," Michael tried his best to not think about
his semi growing in his pants, to put Luke and his needs first, but it was
hard, no pun intended, "that's a good boy.  C'mon, Luke, wake up." Michael's
voice got a tad louder and moved his hand to Luke's hip to still some slow
movement that was starting to happen.
Luke blinked his eyes open and Michael could see the haze, but he was surprised
to note that Luke looked, well, big.  Only his actions would tell, really, but
Michael felt like he was getting pretty good at reading Luke and his moods.
"...Michael?" Luke whispered out a question, like he was confused as to why
Michael was with him.  Michael thought this was incredibly cute, but he wanted
to address the elephant in the room which was their hard cocks touching each
other and what they should do about it. 
"...Wh-oh..." Luke got quiet as he immediately realised what was happening, his
cheeks flamed red and he went to hide his face in Michael's chest but Michael
stopped him, "no, please, this is so embarrassing."  Luke was whining, still
hard.  A tiny voice in the back of his mind noticed that Luke's dick seemed to
twitch when he realised what was going on and screamed "humiliation kink", but
Michael stashed that away for much  later because it was way too early to be
thinking about things like that.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed, it's natural, you're a teenage boy, random boners
happen-" Michael didn't know how to ease into the subject, so he opted for the
awkward parent-y talk, which Luke was having none of. 
"Don't- start with that, just don't.  You sound like my mom," a visible shiver
ran through Luke at the mention of his mother in a situation like this, but the
dicks were still hard as ever (again, Michael would like to attribute this to
good genes), "I guess I'm sorry for making this nap super fucking awkward."
Luke laughed half-heartedly and Michael clued in that Luke was in a bigger
headspace than he was at the aquarium, which made a big part of him spark with
happiness.
"No pun intended... ha, ha, ha." Luke tacked on, Michael let out a puff of air
that signified the fact that Luke should never make that joke again because it
was horrible and he was terrifically disappointed with Luke and his attempt at
humor.
"Hey, I'm serious.  What are you feeling?" Michael tried to be a mix of what he
thought sounded like serious but with a dash of sexy, but he could've sworn
Luke almost laughed.
"I dunno." Luke tried to hide his face again, but Michael still held eye
contact with him, so Luke couldn't lie about whether he wanted Michael to take
care of his boner for him or if he would rather scamper off into the bathroom
for fifteen minutes while Michael waits for his turn (which meant listen
attentively while Luke jerks off and gives himself a handie).
"Yes you do, c'mon, you can feel me too, I know you can." Michael let his
breath get low and gravelly, which Luke practically melted hearing and let out
a completely audible whimper.
"Michael..." Luke didn't know how to feel, and Michael could tell.  But what
Michael wanted was a yes or no answer from the boy, and they could go from
there.  Luke was clearly big, so that roadblock was avoided, but consent was
another huge one and Michael wouldn't do anything or touch any part of Luke's
body (this time) without a yes.
"What is it, Luke.  Use your words, baby, tell me."  Michael rubbed a hand
through Luke's hair and let Luke rut against him ever so slightly as he whined,
clearly not knowing how to form words, but Michael was making him.
"I-I don't know, I want-I need," Luke was sort of panting, but also very caught
up with himself.
"I know you can do it, baby.  Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to
you." This was in no way ruining the mood at all for Michael, he was loving how
needy and reliant Luke was becoming.
"Please, please-touch, it hurts, god, Michael, fuck."
"What is it, what hurts?" Michael was kind of pushing it, but Luke seemed to be
enjoying himself all the same.
"Fuck, my dick, Michael, my dick.  It's fucking throbbing and I don't know what
to do, just, please, touch me, please.  I want it, yes, I want it."  Even
though the words Luke used were way more vulgar than he is used to saying, they
still sounded like Luke because he was whining and, just like Michael wanted,
begging for it.
That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Wow, look who posted on time this week! Where's my gold star?
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Summary
     ;-)
Chapter Notes
     ;-)))))))))))
     we getting into it now fam!!
     Thanks to the lovely people who commented (you're still lovely if you
     don't say anything either :-))
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael was a mix of smug and horny as fuck.  Luke was on top of him, big, and
explicitly consenting to letting Michael touch his dick.  It was more of a
mutual dick touching situation because Luke was rutting all over his thigh
while moving his palm over the long and hard bulge in Michael's pants.  Luke
was panting and had a whine under his breath that didn't seem to go away; but
Michael wasn't bothered in the least.
"Want me to touch you, baby." Michael loved to tease Luke with his words.  It
wasn't traditional "dirty talk", but it sufficed for their intents and
purposes.  Luke was whining louder and gyrating more prominently over Michael's
thigh.  There was a small wet spot over top of Luke's sweats where the tent in
his pants was at it's highest.  
"Tell me, sweetheart.  Where do you want me to touch you."  Michael leant up to
meet Luke's lips with his.  He paused before kissing him though to look into
his eyes and make sure he was still big.  Luke growled into the kiss and looked
frustrated when their lips parted.
"Fuck, Michael, you know what I want.  Ijust told you," Luke put his hands on
Michael's chest, pressing him down onto the mattress as Michael let out a
breathy laugh, "I swear to God, if you don't touch my dick within the next five
seconds I'm gonna go and do it myself."  Luke was frustrated and it showed,
which Michael found to be quite arousing.
"Mmh, baby, getting brave are we," he smirked and quickly grabbed Luke's biceps
as he turned them over, leaving Luke panting underneath him, the prettiest
picture, "but I wouldn't cross me now.  I'm in charge, Lukey, not you.
 Michael's voice turned sickly sweet with danger.  Like whimpered again.
"You soundso good, baby.  Love it when you whine under me." Michael reached
down to cup Luke's ever hardening dick over his sweats, which made Luke whine
again.
"Fuck, I swear, just do something, please, Michael.  At least let me touch you,
fine you're in charge butsomething, please." Luke conceded, almost sobbing with
need.
Michael felt himself melt a little bit, along with about half of his self
control and plan to drag this out for as long as he could.  Luke wanted to
touch him, or maybe suck him off if he was lucky, but he would go with the flow
of whatever Luke wanted and be grateful.  
"Take your clothes of, Lukey.  That's a good boy.  Off with the shirt, that's
right, baby, so good.  So pretty for me, pants next.  Here, stand up, that's
right, off the bed, good boy, pull them down, so pretty." Michael actively
admired Luke's body as the younger boy undressed himself, feeling a bit self-
conscious.  Michael noticed that Luke was wearing pink silk panties... which...
which... Michael couldn't even think when he saw how sinful they looked on him.
They were women's, designed to show off every curve, which they did, even
better on Luke's boy body.  His dick tip, peaking out of the top, trailed by a
dark stain of precum up the front.  The shape of Luke's small cock was
apparent, even the swell of his modest balls under all of it.  Michael reached
out to touch him, he just brushed his hand over everything the panties were
keeping from him, Luke shivered and a glob of precum spurted onto Michael's
hand.
Michael closed his eyes, "Fuck, you're so beautiful and hot at the same time,
wanna fuck you into oblivion." He raised his finger with the precum on it and
pressed it against Luke's parting lips.  Luke opened his mouth to receive
Michael's fingers in it with the salty-slimy mixture of his own spunk on his
tongue.
"An Angel from Hell, that's what you are.  Here looking so angelic, but
seducing me into doing these sinful things with you, it's horrible, you really
should be punished." Michael joked with Luke, who blushed at the strange form
of compliment and dirty talk which made more precum squirt from him.
"Now you." Luke's voice was quiet, but Michael heard his soft breath.  He
undressed in front of Luke as well, bearing all of himself to the teen.  He
noted the blush that remained on Luke's cheeks as his eyes traveled down the
contours of Michael's body.  The prominence of his collar bones and the
fullness of his stomach, which, on the off-hand, was sort of cute.
Luke noticed a flush on Michael's cheeks for the first time that afternoon and
it made him feel human again, and brought him back to the fact that they were
both just horny boys who loved each other.
"You're pretty too Mikey, very pretty." Luke stood at the side of the bed,
swaying lightly on his feet as Michael smiled and pulled Luke back on the bed
and on top of him.  Michael looked up into Luke's clear, blue eyes and saw
confidence in them, which made him confident that this was what they both
wanted.  It was what Michael wanted, but he wanted Luke to want it just as much
as he did.  It was a lot of wanting and guessing, which kind of defined their
relationship.  
"I want this," Luke said, even before Michael could ask, a breath coming from
his lungs at the stolen question, "I'm sure. I'm sure that I know what I'm
asking for and I'm 110% sure I want it." Luke finished again, for good measure.
 Michael smiled a genuine smile under him, knowing he picked the right teenager
to pine inappropriately over.
"You're-" Luke cut Michael off.
"Yes, I'm sure you dummy, now fuck me before I grab your dick and do it
myself."  Both boys were laughing and it just made the mood better, more
relaxed, but still sexy, they were both as hard and horny as ever.  
Michael held Luke's hips as the younger boy hovered above him, staring into
each other's eyes, Michael had to ask one last time. 
"Are you absolutely sure you want this? Be honest, if you want to stop I won't
be offended."  Michael stroked his finger along the soft skin of Luke's cheek
as the younger boy closed his eyes and shook his head.
"How many times do I have to say "yes", before you will do anything?"  Luke
leaned down to kiss Michael with a smile.  Michael shrugged beneath Luke and
once again, flipped them over so that Luke was underneath them.  
"A million times over still wouldn't make me sure. I want this to be as good
for you as it is for me, baby boy."
"It will be because it is with you."  Luke blushed and hid is face in Michael's
neck as Michael smiled to himself.
This definitely was the right decision, and Michael reminded himself this as he
reached down to grab at Luke's dick, as he so desperately wanted. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I'M SORRY FOR THESE CLIFFHANGERS hehe things are moving along. I have
     a feeling that this may seem rushed, bc even though there are a lot
     of chapters, they (Luke and Michael) have been together for like not
     even a week and they already fuckin... buuuuut whatever :-) I'm into
     it. Also I wanted to move on from Luke's sad experience at the
     McDonald's because it was giving the book a sad tone that I wasn't
     into anymore, but other than that it's going the way I wanted it to :
     -). We are /sortof/ nearing the end!!!
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Summary
     They be fuckin'
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 20, wow!!! This is a very nice milestone and I'm glad to be
     able to post such a FILTHY chapter in celebration :-). Thanks for the
     funny comments to everyone who sent me then, they made me laugh :-).
     Here's to muke fics! *raises glass in celebration*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Are you ready?" Michael asked, hand pumping at Luke's hard cock.  Luke nodded,
his eyes closed in bliss, legs opening up further.
"Please, Michael, for the fiftieth time, yes, put your dick in me now." Luke
laughed at how exasperated he sounded considering the situation.  Michael was
hovering above him, looking beautiful as always, and Luke couldn't help but
smile at how happy he was.  He was about to lose his virginity, if there was
such a thing, and he was glad that it would be with Michael.  It felt right,
like they had been dating for years instead of days.  Luke stopped himself,
they weren't dating, they were friends... who loved each other?  Normally, this
thought would've bothered him, but Luke was so overcome with hormones that he
couldn't bring himself to care about what he and Michael "were".
He focused on the feeling of Michael's hand cupping his balls and pressing
slightly, pushing moans out of his mouth and making Luke bear his neck.
"I can't just stick it in, smarty pants," Michael said through the hickies he
was making on Luke's neck, "I have to open you up first." Michael pulled back
from Luke's neck, which made the younger boy whine at the loss of such a
wonderful feeling.  He also took his hand off of Luke's dick, which made Luke
open his mouth to demand that Michael put his hand back where it belonged.
 Only to have two fingers pushed into his mouth, surprising to Luke, he started
sucking on the fingers shoved into his mouth instantaneously.
Michael moaned as soon as Luke started to suck on his fingers without thinking
about it, "Fuck, that's hot, baby.  Gonna suck on my fingers? Get them all wet
so I can open your boy hole up? You've gotta make them nice and wet and
dripping, which is how I want you to be after I'm done with you.  All wet and
open and dripping, after I fuck you on my cock and stretch your tiny virgin
hole." Michael said, his voice low as he watched how Luke moved his tongue
around on his fingers.  The spit was dripping down his chin, but Michael moved
his fingers to catch the drips and give them back to Luke.
Luke was making small moaning sounds as he licked all around Michael's index
and middle fingers, knowing they would be inside him soon, stretching him open
and making him ready to take Michael's cock, and from what he'd seen before, he
was huge.  Much bigger than Luke's four and a half inch hard dick.  It made him
glad he was a bottom and didn't have to put it to any use.  But before Luke
could go on a tangent thinking about his dick size relative to other dicks,
Michael moved his hand down to Luke's perineum, just pressing there.
"Ngh, Michael, stop teasing me!" Luke strained, and panted, opening his legs as
wide as they would go, effectively exposing his small puckered hole that would
soon be gaping and wet.
"Believe me, baby, if I could fuck you right this second without hurting you, I
would.  But I have to finger you a bit first or else it will hurt and nobody
wants that do they?" Michael stroked Luke's hole with his wet fingers, the tips
just poking in with how wet they were.  Luke harrumphed, "Fine, but I want sex
now, not in half an hour." he pouted and moaned when Michael prodded his finger
in just passed the first knuckle.
"We are having sex, baby, this is just the foreplay part, before we really go
at it.  Plus, this will feel so good you won't want to stop once I start."
Michael gave Luke a knowing smirk and moved to stroke at Luke's cock while he
worked his index finger fully inside.
"Oh, God, Michael.  Shit that's actually really good." Luke was panting again,
feeling out of breath from the pleasure.  Not just the physical pleasure, but
the mental pleasure he felt too.  The way Michael was kissing his neck and
telling him how beautiful and hot he was did something to his stomach.  Made it
do flips and swings with every moan he gave.  If this was what sex would always
be like, Luke would want to do this at least once a day.
"Told you.  See, I know what feels good.  You should trust me more,
sweetheart." Michael smirked again and Luke scoffed and choked out a moan at
the same time because Michael had jerked his finger particularly hard on a
place that made Luke stop breathing.
"Found it." Michael's voice was proud and he put pressure on the place that
sent fireworks behind Luke's lids. Luke was writhing, back arching up off of
the bed and precum dribbling out of his dick in a steady stream.
"Holy, shit, Luke, I'm milking it out of you." Michael sounded disbelieving now
and pressed even harder against the bump that made Luke unable to form proper
words. 
"M-Mike, Michael, f-fuck, gonna-gonna, c-c-cum, Michael!" Luke had his eyes
shut tight and his hands gripping the sheets below him.
"That's right baby.  Come for me, come on my fingers.  Feels so good doesn't
it? Having something up your ass for once? Good boy, coming for me, that's
right, shh, let me milk you some more.  Don't worry, I won't take all of it,
gotta make sure you still have something in you so that you can come around my
cock now." Michael said into Luke's ear as he came, hard.  
Michael's voice was hazy for a few seconds after he came down from his high,
but looked down to see that his member was still standing at full attention.
"Fuck," Luke's voice was raspy because of all the moaning he did, "that was the
best thing I've ever felt. That even tops handjobs." Michael chuckled at how
legitimate Luke was being.
"Didn't I tell you that you wouldn't want to stop once we started?" Michael
pressed kisses all over Luke's face and let their cock's rub together.
"You were right.  I could do that ten times over." Luke was wide eyed and
ready, looking at Michael like they were talking about serious business like
insurance, not something as trivial as prostate milking.
"And look at that," Michael stuck two fingers in Luke's moderately stretched
hole, making a few more drops of cum spurt out from him, "you're all stretched
out.  So pretty and ready."
"So can we fuck now?  Like have real sex and be done with foreplay?" Luke
sounded hopeful.
"And here I was, giving you the best orgasm thus far and you're complaining
that you want to be done with it?  Well, I'm thoroughly hurt?" Now it was
Michael's turn to harrumph.  Luke giggled at the show that was being put on for
him.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Mikey.  I meant to say thank you for that amazing orgasm, I owe
you one." Luke winked.  Michael raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Well, I may have to take you up on that offer right...," Michael moved to
hover over Luke's body and lined his dick up with Luke's waiting hole and
pushed in when Luke nodded,"...now."
Both boys moaned at what they were feeling.  For Michael, Luke was much tighter
than his hand could ever be and the feelings that flooded his brain were a mix
of primal instincts to just fuck and ones that told him to take it slow.
 Luke's eyes were screwed shut and his muscles were convulsing around Michael's
cock.  He felt huge inside him, but like he was filling up space that was meant
to be filled.  Luke was glad that Michael didn't move for a few seconds, he
needed time to get used to the foreign feeling of a cock up his ass.  He was no
longer a virgin.
Michael had taken Luke's lips in his and sucked, trying to initiate a kiss,
which Luke responded to fervently.
"Fuck, baby, you feel too good around me."
"You feel so good inside me."
"Well that's good then." Michael smiled and Luke grappled at the back of his
neck, smiling into the kiss.
Michael slowly rocked his hips forward, pushing more of his length inside of
Luke.  This made him gasp because he thought Michael bottomed out.
"What is it, you ok?" Michael stopped pushing forward and a frown creased his
brows.  Luke smiled up at him and nodded, immediately, the frown on Michael's
forehead went away.
"I was just surprised at how big you are, Mike.  Thought you had bottomed out.
 Guess I was wrong." Luke whispered.  Michael was very smug at this comment, he
knew he was big, but being told about it just fueled his dick's ego. 
"I'll take that as a compliment, baby, thank you.  Now, if you're ready, we can
get to the sex part that you've been hankering after for so long."
"But aren't we having sex right now, I mean, you're inside me and all.  Isn't
that sex?"
"Yeah, but I'm not moving."
"Well, move."
"Ok, but I was waiting for you to be ready because I didn't want to hurt you or
go when you weren't ready or something-" Luke silenced Michael with a kiss.
"Stop going on about the logistics of sex and just fuck me." Luke breathed and
Michael smiled a predatory smile.
"If you're ready, hold on tight." Luke chuckled at how strange that sounded
when applied to sex, but gripped Michael's biceps anyways.  He was glad he did
because he wasn't expecting Michael to practically fold him in half, with
Luke's legs slung over Michael's shoulders.  But as soon as Michael dragged his
thickness all the way out and pistoned it back in, Luke was glad he was almost
folded in half.
That spot Michael was massaging earlier was being stabbed now by Michael's
dick, and Luke dared to think that this might even feel better than the grade A
fingering job Michael had given him minutes ago.
"Fuck." Luke drew out the vowel as he was being pounded into the mattress.
 Michael seemed to be going so hard so fast and Luke was here for it.
"Yeah? You like that baby? Having your boy hole fucked like a girl?  You like
being twisted and fucked hard huh?" Michael growled, giving a light slap to one
of Luke's ass cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes, I do, I love it." Luke whined into Michael's neck and hair and
ear.  Michael's breath was hitting the side of Luke's neck and tickling his ear
as he spoke.
"Such a slutty boy.  Just begging for it from the start, couldn't wait to get
my cock inside you could you?  Just you wait until I cream your insides and
leave you dripping for hours, but you still won't be satisfied even then will
you?"
"No, no, feels so good, please come inside me, please.  Wanna feel you inside
me after you pull out." Luke would have been thrashing around if it wasn't for
the fact that Michael was plastered to his chest, actually folding him in half
now.  Luke was seeing stars, it was going white behind his eyelids.
"Mike, Mikey, Michael!" Luke was calling out louder because his voice was going
farther away from him, and that same feeling washed over him as it did when
Michael fingered him.  He seemed to be floating for a little bit before he came
back to his senses.  But when he did he noticed that Michael was still ramming
into him and he was sensitive as fuck.  He started whining and trying to move
away from the onslaught of pressure that was still being applied to his
prostate.
"Shh, Lukey, it's ok, just gimme thirty more seconds and I'll fill you up, ok,
baby?  Just a bit longer, you were so good for me, sweetheart, so good.  Fuck
you're still so tight even when I've just fucked you open."  Luke's mouth went
slack as he felt a warm, thick liquid flood his insides and Michael fell onto
him, panting.
"So good, Lukey, so good." Michael was babbling as Luke felt the last spurts of
cum fill him to the brim.  The only word that came to mind when he assessed how
he felt was satiated.  He felt hazy and ready to sleep.  Michael's warm body
was like a blanket over top of him and he could feel himself slipping out of
consciousness as Michael panted against him.  
He kept his eyes closed for a long while after everything settled down between
them.  Michael was still on top of him, but had pulled out a little bit ago.
 Michael had tried to reason with Luke for a shower, but Luke only gave
petulant whine and nuzzled further into Michael's neck, slipping into sleep.
 Michael conceded to a nap and pulled a blanket on top of them, knowing that
the post-sex warmth would dissipate sometime.
Luke could feel Michael pressing kisses to his face and murmuring things to
him, things he responded to with a murmur.  He was thinking a lot of things to
himself as he fell out of consciousness.  Thinks like how much he really, truly
loved Michael.  And how nice it felt to say I love you, even if it was in his
head, and he even thought he heard Michael's throaty chuckled and an "I love
you too, baby boy." matched with another kiss before he totally let go and
slept in his post-sex bliss.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     *wipes sweat off forehead* damn... kudos to you if u got through that
     without sweating a bit. Also, it's almost the holiday season!!!! That
     means excitement (for me but i also hope for you to!), and I hope
     that whatever you celebrate, if you do celebrate, that it is fun and
     you are happy :-). and if not, then enjoy the break if you get one!
     Even though it is still the middle of November... hehe :-)
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter Summary
     The afternoon after.
Chapter Notes
     They finally had sex, after all this time it finally happened... even
     though I made this happen as the author I'm proud of them for coming
     this far. What shall they do next?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
As Luke slowly came back into consciousness, he felt warm. There was no
disconnect between his mind and his surroundings, he remembered exactly what
happened between him and Michael and he felt said boy's arms around him as he
was curled up under Michael's chin. His breathing was hitting the top of Luke's
hair and making the front tuft puff out with each breath. 
The first thing Luke did was smile.  Even before he opened his eyes he knew how
happy he felt.  He didn't have to open his eyes to know that everything was
pretty close to perfect.  Michael was actually here this time and didn't show
any signs of wanting to bolt.  But Luke didn't want to think about that right
now, this was the time for revelling in the surprising warmth of Michael's
chest and how Luke never wanted this moment to end.
"Do you always think this much when you first wake up?"  Michael's deep sleepy
voice startled Luke into jumping slightly in the older boy's arms.
"Jeez, Mike, you scared the shit out of me." Luke breathed into his chest and
snuggled deeper between his pecs.  Michael just laughed and wrapped his arms
tighter around Luke's shoulders.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Michael asked after a moment of silence, Luke had
almost lapsed back into sleep and only mumbled the word happy through his ever
present smile.  Michael planted a kiss a top Luke's messed hair.
"Startled at this point.  I was happy and warm and fuzzy but now my feet are
tingling because you scared me."  Luke said, disgruntled.
Michael let out a short laugh, "Your feet are tingling?  Your feet are
tingling...?  I'm sorry, princess, I didn't mean to whisper so hard at you that
it scared you so badly, please, accept my apology." Michael said with utmost
insincerity.  Luke just huffed and turned his body away from Michael's chest,
they were still as physically close as ever, but Michael was getting a face
full of hair.
"Oh, no... please... I'm suffocating in these gorgeous locks.  Please... have
mercy... the apple scent is too good."  Michael jokingly wailed softly, making
Luke chuckle and turn back.
"Only because I love you."  Luke still had his eyes closed, not realising what
he just said.  He heard a small "oh" from Michael and his lids flew open to
meet with the green ones only a few inches away.  Luke made that distance grow
as he sat up abruptly and brought his hand to cover his mouth, apologizing
profusely.  There were even a few tears welling up in his eyes.
"Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry," he breathed, his voice shaking a bit as he spoke,
"I totally ruined this didn't I, totally fucking ruined a perfectly good
afternoon." Luke moaned pathetically and felt a sudden wave of disappointment
in himself for ruining such a perfect time.  The few tears that happened to
spill over his lower lid, were wiped away by one of Michael's hands, while the
other was gripping onto Luke's wrist.
"Dont-don't cry, baby.  You didn't ruin anything." Michael said softly, trying
his best to reconcile the moment after it's sudden disruption.  He pulled Luke
down to his chest, who almost cringed when he laid his head back on Michael's
pecs. 
"Yes I did.  I said something stupid that I can't take back and now you
probably feel awkward because you can't just tell someone that you love them
and then expect them to say it back.  So stupid." Luke mumbled wetly through
thick lips.
"Do you want to take it back?" Michael asked tentatively.
Luke just shrugged and gave an accompanying sniffle.
"Because, chances are... that when you feel something for someone and... you
have sex with them... they'll love you back." Michael was trying his best.  But
it was working some because he got Luke to let out a small laugh.
"Michael, that's so untrue.  That could be called a hook-up, you see someone
you like, and you have sex with them, loving them is nowhere in that clause."
 Luke said, still not convinced that he hadn't screwed up majorly.
"All I'm trying to say, is that maybe the feeling is mutual.  I mean I did
agree to have sex with you.  I wouldn't have agreed if I didn't like you,
Luke."
"But I didn't confess that I like you, Michael.  I said that I love you.
 There's a difference."  Luke frowned at Michael with a genuine "face-palm"
tone to his voice.
"Ok, but you shouldn't feel bad about it, you said it for a reason, because you
felt something.  And-uh, I think you should stand by your decision." Michael
finished, sounding proud with himself.
Luke huffed again, "Michael, thanks for trying, but, I didn't choose to love
you.  It just happened, it's not something I can convince myself isn't a good
idea.  I've already made things awkward." Luke slouched back onto the bed,
facing up to the ceiling and not moving his eyes from the white wall.
Michael wasn't coming across how he wanted to, he wanted to assure Luke that he
loved him too.  But he couldn't get the words out right, and he wasn't helping
the situation very much.  Luke on the other hand was feeling numb, he was
having such a good afternoon but he had to go and ruin the moment.  Luke felt
Michael's warm hand pull at his arm in an effort to try and get him to turn and
look at him.
"C'mon, baby. I'm sorry, please look at me." Michael pleaded, still tugging
lightly at the crook of Luke's arm.
Luke sighed, "Why are you sorry?  It's not your fault that I can't shut up."
 He wasn't trying to be passive aggressive, only feeling miserable.
"No, no I want to say that, uh feel for you too."
Luke turned over, frowning now, "Don't strain yourself, Michael, you don't have
to make things up to try and save me by dignity."
Michael struggled to answer for a moment, and Luke just turned away again.
 Michael signed and ran his hands through his hair, Luke was getting a little
bit ticked off now because of how awkward Michael was making this and why he
couldn't just drop it.  But a part of Luke was glad Michael didn't want to drop
it.  He couldn't tell if he would be more disheartened if Michael just brushed
it off or not.  
"I mean that- I- uh, love you?  Yeah, I love you."  Michael knew he didn't
sound as genuine as he wanted, but he really was trying.  Luke turned back
towards him with a few tear streaks down his cheeks and it broke Michael's
heart to see his favourite boy that way.  Michael didn't say anything as he
pulled Luke over to him and placed a small kiss on the blond's nose and held
him in his arms.  He felt like that said more than he could ever say.
 
Chapter End Notes
     As always, thanks for the continuous support and comments even when
     it's just a chapter saying that i forgot to make the chapter (smh to
     me). I have a rough idea about how I want this to progress but if you
     feel like sharing an idea feel free! I like hearing what you think
     and where you see things going :-) Also, I'm sorry for making Michael
     so hopelessly bad with words in this chap lol.
***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter Summary
     The parents will be home soon
Chapter Notes
     As of timeline, it is now thursday I believe and Luke's parents are
     coming home on Sunday.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There was an annoying sound coming from close to Michael's ear, but he didn't
want to open his eyes to figure out what it was. The noise didn't stop and Luke
didn't move to stop it either.  Michael cracked one eye open to see that it was
Luke's phone that was obnoxiously making noise, but more importantly it was who
was calling that made Michael rush to answer it.  It was Liz, Luke's mum,
probably calling to say that her and Andy would be home in three days and to
see how they were both coping.
It must have been because Michael was still asleep, because even though he
wanted to get the phone, he couldn't open his eyes wide enough to see or lift
any of his limbs off the too-comfortable and warm matress; it seemed that Luke
was in better shape to answer the phone because he was the one answering it in
a suspiciously groggy voice for late afternoon.
"Hullo?" Luke mumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily.  Michael could hear the
excited, soprano voice of Luke's mother, Liz on the end of the line clearly.
 She seemed to be in a great mood, Michael was hopeful that she wouldn't
question why her normally-a-morning-person son now sounded like he just woke up
from a sleeping spell.  Luke wasn't a good liar, headspace played no factor in
that.
"Oh, hey, Mum.  How's it going?"  Luke said, cooly.  Much too different from
how Luke would respond if Liz had called him three days earlier, and she
noticed the difference.  There was a long enough silence on the other line to
make Luke look at the phone and say 'hello' into it again.  Michael suddenly
felt a wave of nervousness wash over him because, surely, Liz would be
concerned about what had happened to her highly dependant son while she and
Andy were away, and Michael would be the one in question.
He briefly considered grabbing the phone off Luke, but what good would that do?
 It would probably make Liz even more suspicious that something strange had
happened to Luke while she was away, and that was the exact opposite of what he
wanted- more suspicion.  Michael listened as hard as he could to Luke's and his
Mum's conversation that wasn't very eventful so far.
"Mum?" Luke asked again.  Liz seemed to have shaken herself out of her trance,
she sounded a bit dazed but continued to have a semi-normal interaction with
Luke, asking him dangerous questions about how his week was going and what him
and Michael had done together so far.  To Michael's relief, Luke gave a very
vague description of the week's events, only mentioning the aquarium as the one
big day trip they went on- which had the conversation occupied for a few
minutes.  
Michael was so invested in their talk that he noticed when Liz called Luke
'Lukey', he flinched a little bit, and when asked about what else him and
Michael had been doing together, a warm blush flooded Luke's cheeks, but he
answered with non-descript words like, the park and,hanging around the house,
which seemed to pacify Liz's intense curiosity at what Luke had been getting up
to.  Michael chuckled to himself at the irony of that thought but what Luke had
been getting "up" for was a better structure for that sentence.
His anxiety felt unnecessary now because Luke seemed to know what he should and
shouldn't reveal to his mother about their activities.  Michael had a faint
whisper of hope that everything would work out between them and he wouldn't be
thrown into loneliness and longing for Luke's company once his babysitter title
was lifted and he was just a neighbour again.  
To be fair, he had complicated this to no end, he was the one who had sex with
Luke in the first place, so he didn't really think he had the right to wish for
an easy break between them.  A small part of Michael's mind dared to think
about really trying for a relationship with the younger boy, but that was a
laughable outcome that also made Michael feel very helpless when he thought
about losing Luke after Sunday.  Three days, that was it, the end of their time
together.
To Michael, there were two possible ways to approach the impending separation-
one being to glut in Luke's company and the new dynamic added to their
"relationship", while the other option, the more painful option in Mike's
opinion, was to start the separation now, slowly, so that it might be easier
for them both when the parent's came home.  But Michael was too selfish for
that, he knew it was probably the right thing to do- but on the other hand-
ripping a bandaid off quickly was the most painless way to do it.  
And he was decided, didn't really take much to convince himself of the outcome
that would suit him best; so selfish.  Luke was almost done talking with Liz,
and seemed to be happier, glowing a bit from speaking with his beloved Mother.
 It made a slow smile spread across Michael's face, seeing Luke content like
this was a breath of fresh air.
"She noticed something was different." Luke murmured as he threw his phone on
the side table and crawled his way over to Michael- resting his head on the
older boy's warm chest as they lay down together.
"I know." Michael whispered, toying with the cornsilk strands of hair mussed at
the back of Luke's neck.  Luke purred at the feeling and snuggled deeper into
the older boy's comforting chest.
"What are we gonna tell them?  I mean, they're gonna notice that something's
different- you'll come visit me if they put me in an asylum right?" It was a
joke, but Mike stiffened up.
"They're not going to put you in an asylum, Luke, haven't we already had that
argument?  They're just going to pin it under the assumption that you're
finally growing up.   And, maybe even that having me, and adult, around you as
the reason you changed a bit."
Luke smirked, "Hmm, they might have to invite you back sometime then.  You're
only the best influence for me, what, teaching me how to be an adult and all
that." Luke growled playfully. 
Michael sighed, "It really should be criminal.  I've taken away all of your
childishness and replaced it with a sex-hungry monster.  I'm the one getting
locked away in an asylum now."
"As long as we're both in the asylum together, I think I'll survive."
"They aren't going to let me fuck you if we're both patients at the asylum, one
of us would have to be mentally sane so they could take the other out for the
day.  Only then would we be in the clear for sex." Michael smiled at the
strangeness and impossibility of that situation, but it made Luke laugh.
"Of course, how could I be so blind." Luke rolled his eyes and pressed kisses
along Michael's torso, slowly going lower.  Michael brought Luke's face up to
his with a smirk.
"Don't you think we should eat some dinner before we do anything... else?"
Michael's voice smiled, but he made no move to physically stop Luke from
trailing his mouth lower and lower down his body.
"Psh, food shmood, 'm not hungry anyways," Luke smirked to himself, "I have all
the food I need right here." And he pressed the palm of his hand against
Michael's soft dick from under the sheets that gave an excited twitch.  He was
clearly proud of his raunchy joke.
Michael's body and mind had very different ideas about the immediate future,
food, or sex?  An interesting dilemma.  His body was leaning far more towards
the sex option, but his mind told him that he would not be able to enjoy
himself with regular pangs of hunger hitting him.  Luke continued to gently rub
his hand along the warm bulge forming under his bed sheets.  If he didn't
decide soon, he would have to forgo food altogether because there was no way he
was trying to eat with a raging boner.
But Luke seemed to make the decision for him- his stomach snarled, loud enough
for Michael to hear.  He gently grabbed Luke's wrist, stopping him from coaxing
his dick to get harder and harder.
Luke looked robbed of his new favourite toy, "Hey, I was setting the mood."
Michael snorted, "Yeah, your stomach growling was really turning me on."  Luke
looked slightly wounded.
Michael kissed him to make up for the interruption, letting his tongue slip in
just a little bit- pretending that he was going to deepen the kiss, but as soon
as Luke opened his mouth to intertwine his tongue with Mike's, the older boy
pulled away, looking devious.
"You are unbelievable." Luke grumbled.
"I'm being trusted by your parents to keep you fed.  I think they would be a
little put out if they realized I've been starving you."  Michael finished,
getting up from the bed.  Luke said something unintelligible, but it sounded
vaguely like 'starving me of your dick'.  Luke followed Michael down the stairs
to the kitchen anyways, realising how hungry he actually was.
And that they were both very much naked.
Chapter End Notes
     Yay, it's coming to sortof a close soon, so stay tuned for the next
     few chapters :-) as of now fuck the regular updates bc that's not
     happening as we can all see. i don't have an excuse other than I've
     been slacking so I'm trying to pick up the pace bc there's only 3
     more days that Mike and Luke have together!
     Also happy 2017!!! lol it's 22 days late for that bit that's ok :-)
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Summary
     They talk about thermostats and SpongeBob and how Luke can't will his
     boner away
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Upon realizing that both he and Michael were absolutely bare, Luke became a
little shy.  He stopped in the doorway of Michael's room, not knowing how to
proceed, while Michael ambled down the stairs in all of his naked glory.  But
the older boy soon noticed the absence of Luke behind him and looked back,
seeing Luke looking slightly scared and very red.
"C'mon, Luke, what's wrong." Michael said, not fully realizing how the younger
boy must feel, this was all very new to him.  Luke stood there for a long
moment, gripping the door frame with an uncertain expression clear in his eyes.
 He grimaced a little and lifted his left hand to rub at the back of his neck
awkwardly.
He started to speak, opening his mouth and taking in an audible breath before
pausing and letting the breath back out, still not fully knowing how to phrase
his sentence.  Michael lifted an eyebrow in question, prompting the boy to
reveal what he seemed too embarrassed or otherwise unable to say.
"I...," Luke started again but trailed off, "...I don't know," he finished.  It
was true, Luke didn't really know what was wrong, only that he felt very
uncomfortable without even a little protection from the elements; namely
Michael's wandering eyes.  They didn't look so much worried and confused now as
they did smug and waiting.  Luke could see how Michael changed the angle of his
body every so slightly in response to Luke's... physical excitement at the
thought of being completely naked in front of each other without the clouding
haze of lust to add the tinge of unreality to the situation.
"Don't be nervous," Michael smiled teasingly, still turning his body towards
Luke who could now see clearly every inch of skin that covered the older boy's
front, "we've both seen it all already,".  But his expression shifted a bit and
softened, "We could wear robes if that would make you more comfortable?  I have
one in my dresser and I'm sure that you do to-," but Michael's quickening
babbling was cut off by Luke's voice, fractionally more confident.
"No, no I'm fine like this.  As you said, we've both seen it all before." Luke
took a few hesitant steps away from the threshold of the bedroom, waiting for
Michael to walk down ahead of him, but only finding that Michael's eyes were
raking up and down Luke's naked body, making the younger boy blush all the way
down his neck and chest.
"Red's your colour." Michael smirked as Luke glowed even redder with the
compliment.
"Shut up Michael." Luke replied, half-hearted and a little wounded.  Michael
snickered and galumphed down the stairs, his asscheeks jiggling with every
heavy step he took down the staircase.  Luke was still very hard from Mike's
teasing a few minutes ago, and had only gotten more uncomfortably hard when he
realised that Michael could tell he was still hard while he had a soft semi
going on.  Not enough to make him squirm while sitting, just firm enough not to
be totally soft and limp.  But Luke thought that nobody could apply the work
'limp' to Michael's dick, no matter how soft.
Luke felt an accompanying throb from his lower regions and cursed himself for
being so bad at controlling himself.  In his defense, he never really had to
learn how.  Luke slowly descended the stairs, thinking about the intense
bobbing coming from between his legs, it felt like he had a horizontal spring
attached to him, he felt oddly out off balance.  He could hear Michael
whistling in the kitchen and envied his perfect ease.  Luke wished he could be
that smooth.
The floor boards were cold under his bare feet, and Luke noticed how the house
was not at a nice enough temperature to be completely naked.  His parents
weren't home, so nobody would be there to notice that he was turning the
thermostat up in July- except for Michael who would probably just think it a
good idea anyways.
Luke ambled slowly to one of the pale yellow walls and clicked open the cream
coloured box secured there.  He didn't know exactly how to do this... actually
he had never seen anybody set a thermostat before and had certainly never done
it himself, which proposed a problem.  Should he ask Michael, or would Michael
tease him for asking?  Mike would probably tease him for being cold in the
middle of the summer and for not knowing how to do anything right- probably
prompting him to make a joke about how less-than-competent he was.  Yes, Luke
would definitely have to figure this one out himself.  
Luke did a quick once-over of the few buttons that were there and what they
read and decided his course of action.  It didn't seem that daunting when he
tried to make sense of it, and he thought for a second that he had done it-
until a soft voice at his ear asked him why he thought it was necessary to set
the house to 30 degrees.
"Jesus Christ, Michael!" Luke jumped out of his skin, his cock moving with him-
but it was not the time to be thinking about his penis right now.  Luke knew
that he didn't set the house for 30 degrees, he wasn't that stupid.  He had
only put the temperature up three degrees.  From 20 to 23, he thought that was
reasonable.
"Sorry, baby, but I saw you pressing the buttons and got nervous, I would hate
to explain an extremely messed up electricity bill to your parents, not to
mention the fact that we would probably get heat stroke." Michael spoke so
calmly that Luke felt a bit of chagrin.  Michael spoke to him like he was a
silly child doing something much too advanced for him but it was humorous to
the grown ups.
"You could've warned me before you attacked me.  I think I just had a stroke
right there," he admitted but looked a little sheepish when he realised that
the thermostat didn't go up by number of degrees, you had to put in the
temperature you wanted.  Immediately, Luke pouted realising his failure and how
after all, Michael did have to correct his mistakes.
"Don't be hard on yourself, Lukey boy.  I doubt you've ever seen one of these
in action before." Michael wrapped himself around Luke's frame after he spend
approximately three seconds setting the thermostat back.  Luke looked up at
him, confused.
"In action?" he echoed, his voice pulling up at the end to form a question,
heavy with sarcasm.  This was a thermostat and Luke was sure that inanimate
objects couldn't be in action at all.
"Yeah, you know, like how people are really protective over their heaters and
stuff?" Michael waited expectantly for Luke's response, like he thought Luke
was going to get the joke after that.  Luke knew his face looked as incredulous
as ever.
"You've never seen that SpongeBob episode where Plankton messes with Mr. Krabs'
thermostat and Mr. Krabs is, like, super possessive about it, he won't let
anyone touch it..." Michael trailed off as Luke looked at him like he was
crazy.
"No...?" Again, Luke's voice formed a question.  Michael just grumbled and
dropped the subject as they walked to the kitchen.  Luke was seriously
wondering where that came from until Michael started talking again.
"I can't believe you're still hard, you must have some superhuman ability to
will your dick to stay up for as long as you want it." Michael said seriously.
 Luke looked down and flushed, he was still hard, embarrassingly hard for
someone who was just talking about thermostats and SpongeBob.  Luke suddenly
wanted clothes very badly.
"Nothing wrong with that, baby, m'just surprised is all.  Anyways, what's for
dinner?" Michael was spinning himself around on Luke's chair at the breakfast
bar, looking very much like a kid, seeming to have forgotten about his very
probing observations the second he said them.
Luke scoffed, "Whatever you're making."
Michael stopped spinning and frowned, "I've been cooking this whole week, I
think I deserve a break," he smirked and continued, "and I've just been
physically exerting myself and I'm quite tired and hungry." He tried to
maintain an innocent expression while the meaning behind that sentence sunk
into Luke's head.  Mike smiled teasingly as Luke blushed a deep red all the way
down to his chest.
"Fuck off..." Luke mumbled and busied himself with digging around loudly in the
pots and pans cupboard.  Michael had no complaints with this view, the backside
of Luke was just as nice as the front. Luke was still hard and Michael was
starting to think that Luke enjoyed being looked at. 
Chapter End Notes
     :3 I feel like these type of embarrassing convos about boners and how
     to work a thermostat actually have happened some time or another
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Summary
     Waffles are always a good idea for dinner
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You know, you could always get up off of your ass and help me make these."
Luke said over his shoulder to Michael, who was sitting at the kitchen table
behind him probably admiring his ass, Luke could feel the eyes and almost heard
the drool dripping off Michael's mouth.
"Why don't you tell me what you're making and then I will decide if it's good
enough to require my help.  Only the most delicate of dishes are worthy of the
help of such class that is, Chef Michael." Luke could tell that Michael was
spinning himself around on his chair now.
Luke scoffed and laughed, turning his torso in Michael's direction while
stirring the batter together for waffles. "Are waffles a delicate enough dish
for you, Chef Michael?" He finished sarcastically, turning back to the mixture
that was just about ready to be spooned into the waffle maker and cooked.
Immediately Michael was at his side. "You never said anything about waffles
before." He finished, seemingly excited now.
"Oh, so I guess waffles are a delicate enough dish worthy of your class then,
Chef?" Luke was still being sarcastic, looking for a spoon from the counter and
scooping big globs of the milky batter onto the textured griddle and pressing
the lid closed to cook it.  He turned fully to Michael now, hands gripping the
edge of the counter while he rested his back against it as well.  Luke was
perfectly at ease now but still throbbing between his legs.
Michael was standing over him as he turned and bracketed Luke with his arms.
"Not as delicate as you." Michael said with a smirk as Luke blushed down to his
chest once again.  Michael placed his palm to the heated skin and chuckled.
Luke slapped it away self-consciously. "That doesn't even make and sense." He
grumbled looking away from Michael's stare.
Michael smirked to himself, wanting to prolong the moment while Luke shrank
back into the counter wishing the floor would eat him up. "You seemed very
delicate when I... fucked you this afternoon.  Had to make sure I didn't break
you by accidentally snapping you in half with your legs so tight around my
waste..." Michael said evilly, knowing the effect it was having on Luke's
already hard cock.
Luke tried his best to remain casual. "You know, I'm never going to go soft
with the kind of things you're saying to me right now.  How am I supposed to
eat dinner with such an awful distracting thing between my legs?" Luke gestured
to the ever-redder dick between his thighs.
Michael leaned down to Luke's ear. "Who said anything about eating dinner?"
Luke scoffed, unimpressed. "You did, may I remind you.  You were the one who
stopped the fun with the sole purpose of feeding me!  And, I've gone to all his
trouble to make waffles, so, we're eating before any more sex, Michael."  Luke
smugly turned back to the waffle machine that was beeping while Michael dropped
his hands and harrumphed while crossing his arms.
"Oh, don't pout.  You know you love waffles, plus, there's whipped cream in the
fridge and chocolate chips in the pantry." Luke said absent-mindedly while
spooning more batter in the waffle iron.  Michael's mood seemed to increase
with that knowledge and he all but skipped over to grab the desirables.  Luke
shook his head and smiled, Michael was so easily pleased sometimes.  Said boy
returned to the counter with his toppings and grabbed the first waffle, putting
it on a plate, drowning it in whipped cream and putting at least a handful of
chocolate chips on the top.  Luke raised his eyebrows at Michael, wondering if
that was still classified as a waffle anymore, or if all of the added sugar
just made it candy.
Michael saw Luke's judgemental look and frowned at him. "I can feel you judging
me."  Michael curled into himself a bit, protecting his waffle from Luke's
speculative gaze.  
"I'm not judging you... just worrying about your health is all." Luke joked.
Michael scoffed and swallowed. "Excuse me, but I am very healthy thank you very
much."
"When was the last time you ate a halfway decent meal and did some exercise?"
Luke asked lightly, with a playful edge to his tone, not wanting to offend him.
Michael put his hand on his hip. "Healthiness is not measured by the length of
time you can run on treadmill for or how many apples you eat." Michael said
petulantly.
"Well how would you care to measure it?" 
"Stamina." Luke could hear the smirk in Michael's voice and he snorted at the
ego- filled turn their conversation had taken.
"That's stupid." Luke laughed from the waffle iron, the amount of waffles was
starting to pile up and Luke was getting very hungry watching Michael scarf
down his portion.
"Care to test my theory...?" Michael said with a full mouth, spraying Luke with
whipped cream.  Luke flicked the spots from his arm and glared at Michael.
"If you thought that would coax me into leaving dinner and coming with you, it
didn't.  In fact I think I need a few extra minutes to get all of the whipped
cream off of my arm that you got on me." Now it was Luke's turn to be petulant.
"I could always lick it off for you...?" Michael trailed off, letting the bait
sit and feeling confident.
Luke turned his whole body towards Michael now with his one hand on his hip and
a spatula in his other hand. "You are unbelievable.  Fifteen minutes ago you
were forcing us to come down here to eat and now that I've make you food and
I'm actually hungry, you decide that sex is more important than food after all.
 Well, too late.  I am going to enjoy my waffles and if you try anything sneaky
I won't hesitate to use my spatula..." He squinted at Michael and slowly turned
back around. 
Michael was not deterred by this.  He was just as impatient for Luke to be done
since he realized that this would not be a five minute affair.  It was time to
play dirty. 
Michael walked slowly up to Luke who was facing towards the waffle iron,
watching for the light to turn green and purposely ignoring Michael.  He snaked
his arms around the younger boy's waist, placed his hands on Luke's hip bones,
and plastering himself against his back.  He knew Luke could feel his dick here
and he ran his fingertips up and down the tops of Luke's thighs and closer and
closer to his crotch.
But as soon as Michael really went for it, he got hit in the arm by something
hard, sharp and hot.  It was Luke's spatula.
"Wh- OW!  What was that for?" Michael moved away from Luke- who was chuckling
darkly to himself- to rub his arm because that really hurt.
"I warned you.  I told you what would happen if you tried anything before I'd
finished my waffles." Luke sassed, feeling maniacal.    
Michael sat down at the table to metaphorically lick his wounds while Luke took
out the last waffle from the iron and unplugged the -now, in Michael's opinion,
evil- machine.  Luke didn't even bother to join him at the table as he started
to eat his waffle, only putting a dollop of whipped cream on and a few
chocolate chips.  Luke had only finished half before Michael decided that
enough was enough and Luke looked too good to just leave in the kitchen while
Michael relieved himself.
Luke stood there, tall and gorgeous, cheeks and lips pink, licking whipped
cream from his lips and completely ignoring his red dick that was leaking ever
so slightly.  Michael gracelessly got up off of the chair, letting it scrape
across the brown panelled wood flooring and walked determinately towards Luke
who only looked up at Michael as he approached.  When Luke noticed the look on
Michael's face his chewing slowed and he raised one eyebrow.
Michael kept walking towards him until he and Luke were flush together, he put
his left hand on the small of Luke's back, and before Luke could react with
more than a, "Hey-!", Michael took the half eaten waffle from Luke's hand,
threw it down onto the counter and carried Luke away from the kitchen.
For someone who was so adamant about eating, Luke wrapped his legs around
Michael's waist pretty quickly.
He still make a verbal fuss over being taken away from his dinner. "Excuse me,
Michael, who do you think you are taking my waffle away like that, I-".  But
Luke didn't get to finish his sentence because before he could counter Michael
any further the older boy's lips were on his and a muffled moan was spilling
from his mouth, effectively cutting him off. 
Michael smirked at Luke pointedly when he pulled away and Luke whined, chasing
Michael's lips. "Thought so," was all he said before crushing his lips back to
Luke and deepening the kiss until he had Luke rocking up and down in his grasp
while he felt around for the stair railing.
When Michael pulled away from the kiss again, Luke made a proper fuss, which
Michael responded to with, "Wouldn't want to fall down the stairs now would we?
 What would your parents say if we both broke our legs and they found us naked
together... knowing you, you would probably still be hard." Michael smiled as
he teased. 
Luke rolled his eyes and gave Michael the flintiest glare he could manage. "You
know what you are, Michael? Unbelievable."  But he couldn't help the tiny smile
when it forced it's way through his lips as they ascended the stairs, safely as
Michael wanted, and made their way towards Michael's room and inevitably, his
bed.
Chapter End Notes
     I love, love writing their conversations so much, like, I know it's
     probably more interesting to just read the sex but making up their
     banter-y dialogue is super gratifying. Also, I'm still working on
     that second Muke fic I mentioned once upon a time and I know it's
     gonna be LONG like 20k words long and it's one chap so I'm excited to
     get that up in a few years lol. Anyways, hope ppl are having a good
     February :-)
***** :) *****
Hello, been awhile. I don't have an excuse or anything as to why it's been like
MONTHS since this has been updated. I'm having a fandom crisis atm so it could
be a while before I re-inspire myself to start writing again.
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