thirteen +

dear luke, 

i'm sorry, you're right—you're always right. 

i probably hate myself as much as you hate me right now. i owe you so many apologies, i don't know where to start. 

i love you, luke. i love you, i love you, i love you. i am emotionally and physically and mentally and socially in love with you and everything you do and everything you are. 

i love the little freckles on your back and collar bones because they make you seem so small and cute even though you're a small giant. no one else has ever really seen you the way i see you, they haven't seen the way you fall asleep everywhere, even at my breakfast table. i love the way you try so hard to be, like, a perfect housewife, i guess. 

like, the first time you slept over, and the next morning tried to make those frozen waffles. and fucking hell, luke, you burned them. i don't know how you managed to burn the waffles, but it made me love you. i should have told you that i love you then. 

when we went on that first date, and you showed me what true new york pizza was. you got the sauce on your nose, and the way you scrunched your little nose was beautiful, really. you got mad at me because i booped your nose, but i had to. i love you and your nose. 

i'm sorry i pretended i didn't know who you were, i'm mean to you a lot. it's the way i show my affection—by gently bullying you. i actually remember when dad hired you, is that weird?

dad was sitting at out table with five thousand applicants, and he and i were both going through each and every paper. we were three hours in, and i was getting mad at dad because he couldn't choose who he liked best. i started yelling at him, and threw the papers off the table. 

dad threw his hands up in the air, and went, "pick up one paper," so i did, still trying to stay mad at him. it was yours. 

dad read over your amazing resumé and told me to stalk you. so i went on your social media (don't be creeped out, it was out of love), and i said you sounded cool. 

i should've sent in a follow request way back when, is that all stupid?

i'm sorry, i get side tracked a lot, and i'm writing in pen so i can't erase this. i'm really sorry. 

i love you, luke. no, correct that. i'm in love with you. i want to be eighty years old and still want to fuck you into another planet. i'm sorry i don't tell you this enough, but i am in love with you. 

i want to marry you, but i guess we should be dating for a while first, so it doesn't seem sleazy, right?

-mike

p.s., i'm sorry for making fun of your apartment, it was really cute, like you.

Luke looked up at the man standing in front of him. Michael was rocking back and forth on his heels, not willing to watch Luke's reaction as he finished the note. 

Luke placed the letter behind him, placing it inside of his work bag on the floor of Mike's office. 

Mike came up behind him, placing his two hands on the waist band of Luke's skinny jeans. "Babe?" He asked quietly. Luke was always opinionated, something wasn't right if he wasn't speaking. 

The blonde stood up again, twisting around so he was now facing Michael. The older boy tightened his grip on Luke, copying the smile on his boyfriend's face. He waited on edge for Luke to say something, anything. 

 "I love you, too," he said, still keeping his persona soft. 

Michael leaned in, kissing him roughly. His life felt so complete when he was with Luke, everything felt so good. He let his hands ride up and under Luke's new crewneck, feeling the soft, cold skin underneath. Goosebumps ran up the pale skin, rising everywhere Michael's hands went. 

Luke smiled, biting Mike's lower lip and pulling him closer.

"Jump," Mike said between kisses. He supported the lanky boy as he wrapped his legs around Michael's waist. 

Luke continued kissing every part of Michael's face, from his nose to his cheeks to the small freckles on his forehead. He made his way back to Michael's wet lips, the lightest touches of their kisses felt so welcoming to each boy, they never wanted it to end. 

Michael placed Luke on the edge of his desk, turning around quickly to make sure the door was locked tightly. The blonde boy took the chance to attach his lips to Mike's neck, sucking on the skin in order to leave a small bruise in its place.

"No one is here," Luke whispered, placing his hands back on Mike's face. "Don't worry, Baby."

Mike had his hands tightly around Luke's thighs as he leant in to attach their lips again, a squeak eliciting from Luke. Michael pulled the younger boy to the very edge of the desk as their clothed crotches met, grinding against him. 

Luke grabbed Michael's hair as the older man reached down to undo their belts. He tossed the items to the floor, moving Luke's hand in order to rid his clothes. 

Michael's mouth watered as he saw the marks on Luke's collarbones and chest, he did that, Michael left those marks. Mike smiled before hungrily attaching his lips to a needy Luke once more. 

Luke pushed Michael's hoodie off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Mike continued to move further down Luke's body, nudging him down until he was flat on Mike's desk. Michael blew air on the twenty-nine year old's stomach, gently unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his legs. "I like these," Michael said, snapping the string of Luke's smokey grey thong.

"I knew you would," Luke sighed, staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes in a moment of bliss, clenching as Michael's hand ghosted over Luke's member. Clothes were formed in piles on the floor as the clock ticked on, second after second, minute after minute.

Luke's cheeks and chest were flushed a shade of red as Michael let his lips linger around his prominent hipbones. "Tell me what you want," Mike whispered, looking up at Luke with dim, green eyes. 

"You." Luke eyed the pale boy down between his legs. He reached down, wrapping his fingers in the dark hair. 

Michael kissed the inside of Luke's right thigh, running his hand over the smooth, shaved skin. "I don't have any lube, I don't want to hurt you," Mike whispered. He traced over Luke's skin, feeling every inch of his lower half.

"Make me feel good."

Michael began sliding a finger into Luke's bum, pulling it back out to circle his entrance. He listened to Luke's breathing, slow and shallow. Mike leant over Luke, kissing his stomach and his hips. He added a second finger when Luke asked for it. Luke got louder as Michael went deeper. 

"More," the blonde breathed out. There was a whine to his voice as he shut his eyes more. His back was arching as he begged to get closer to Michael. 

He bit his lip as three fingers were entered in him, Michael carefully scissored him. He brushed over Luke's prostate every few pumps. The high pitched moan that came from Luke when Mike poked at his prostate made the older boy smile. 

Michael savored a breathy moan as he reached over to Luke's member, jacking him off. Luke was unbelievably, painfully hard.

"You good?" Michael asked as he took his fingers out. He lifted Luke's legs up higher, letting them wrap tight around his hips. Michael lined himself up, starting to push his tip in.

"Fucking hell, Michael," Luke cried out. His face was scrunched up as he rested his elbow over his eyes. "Get in, I can't do much more."

Michael was slow, letting him adjust inch by inch. 

Luke's ankles pulled Michael deeper inside of him as he let out speaks and moans, incoherent breaths that somehow made up Mike's name. 

When Michael's hips hit Luke's bum, he waits with a baited breath, too afraid of hurting the boy to move. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get his muscles to relax. It felt like an eternity to the two horny boys before Luke's eyes opened. "Move, please." 

Michael pulled out, only his tip remaining in Luke. He thrusted forward again, watching as Luke started to feel the pleasure. He moaned out a scream when Michael hit his prostate once more. Michael increased his thrusts, trying to get Luke off as well as himself. 

Mike leaned over Luke, still jacking Luke off the same speed as his own thrusts. 

Michael was never loud. His dark hair was falling in his eyes, but both hands preoccupied. Sweat was lining his forehead as he kissed Luke's lips with every ounce of energy he held. 

"I'm so close," Luke whined between their lips. His head was resting on the desk, every time he opened his eyes, he watched Michael's tattooed hand jerk him off. 

"Come for me, Blondie," Mike smiled between deep breaths. He left a lingering kiss Luke's chin.

Luke came quickly over Michael's hand and his own stomach in seconds, letting out a screech as he felt Michael quickly following, Luke's name falling from his lips in a low, quiet moan. 

The second Mike slid out of Luke and stepped fully onto the ground, Luke collapsed onto the desk. He un-arched his back, letting his legs hang over as he tried to catch his breath.

"Come on, Fuckboy, let's get you home," Michael smiled, tossing him his crewneck.