this is kinda sexual idk read at your own risk

LUKE

I wake up to a bright sky, filled with flocculent clouds, hanging in the air like an emblem of last night. My arms are warm, wrapped firmly around the small body of Michael. His head, covered by the beanie, rests peacefully on my chest, my jacket sleeves falling too long over his fingers.

The fire has long since burned out, disintegrated into a heap of ashes. The smell of the crackling flames lingers in the air as Michael's small chest rises and falls.

Judging by the excessive sunlight and the squeals of children not too far away, I can guess that its late afternoon. I glance down at the sleeping kitten boy in my arms, and gently nudge him awake.

Michael stirs, his nose scrunching up and his mouth widening into a yawn as he pushes himself off me. The jacket falls off his thin shoulders as he sits up, but the sun replaces the warmth for his arms.

I watch the boy stretch, taking a deep breath before letting his eyes flutter open, blinking at the incandescent world around him. He stares at the frothing waves of the ocean, then his gaze trickles to the atomized fire, and then they slide over to me, and I let a smile tug on my lips as his pretty eyes look at me with delectation.

"Are you ready to go back to the house?" I ask, gathering up the blankets and trash from last night in my arms. Michael nods, licking his cotton candy pink lips. I stand up, and the two of us begin making our way back up the sand, towards where my car sits.

The sand is uneven under our shoes, and we have to dodge several beach balls that come flying our way. I'm grateful that it was empty for last night.

We both reach the car, Michael sleepily opening the door and climbing inside. I pull open the driver's side and slide onto the leather seat, fishing the keys out of my pocket. Michael tucks his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and turning to stare out the window, at the dry sand and wet ocean, the bright sun raining down rays of light.

We make the short drive back to the house in silence, the windows half rolled down so that the breeze flutters back our hair. Ashton's neighborhood rolls into view, and I turn onto the quiet street, driving past still houses and pallid trees before parking in front of Ashton's mailbox.

We both step out of the car, and I wrap my arm around Michael's shoulders to keep him steady as we walk up the grass lawn and to the front door. I twist the doorknob and push it open, letting the kitten boy step inside first.

Inside, Ashton and Carter look up from where they are sitting on the couch, and grins form on their lips. I follow Michael down the hallway and into our room, where the kitten boy turns to me shyly.

"I'm going to take a bath." He says softly, walking carefully to the bathroom.

"Can I join?" I tease, and Michael's cheeks flush as red as his hair before slipping quickly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I laugh loudly and turn away, walking back into the den, where Ashton sits with a foolishly large smile on his face.

I sigh, sitting down in a chair beside the couch and blinking at him expectantly.

"How was it?" Ashton asks, his voice eager. I let a smile slip on my face, ducking my head to hide the blush rushing to my cheeks, clasping my hands together.

"It was amazing." I say honestly. The hazel eyed boy's smile grows at my words. "Thanks for setting up the campfire for us."

"Of course!" Ashton says, patting me on the back before standing up, walking into the kitchen. His curly hair flops along his forehead as he walks, obviously heading to go get food.

I stand up as well, brushing off my jeans and walking back into my bedroom. I open the door and drop my car keys on the dresser before looking up, my chest deflating at what I see.

Michael stands in front of the closet, his back facing me. His red hair is wet, his pale body dripping with water all the way down to his hips, where he has squeezed into a pair of tight black jeans that look a lot like mine. My breath catches slightly at his back as he bends over to pick up a pair of boots from the closet floor, his spine prominent through his skin. Even though his body is small and fairly skinny, it is easy to see the muscles that move in his pale arms.

Michael's ears twitch a little all of a sudden, and his fingers release the boots as he spins around, his green eyes widening when he sees me. He desperately grabs his wet towel to attempt to cover himself, but I step forward, shutting the door behind me as I walk towards the boy.

Michael quickly shakes his head to get rid of some of the wetness, and water droplets fly around as I finally reach him. I'm taller than him, and I breath deeply, struggling to get oxygen back in my lungs as I stare down at the kitten-like boy.

"H--Hey." Michael stammers, his fingers trembling as he holds the towel to his chest. His eyes look at anything but me, his cheeks red. "Um--"

I look down at his lips, sweet and pink. Michael is speaking, but my brain doesn't convert the sounds into words quick enough before I reach out, gripping his face in my hands as I lean down, catching his bottom lip between my teeth.

Michael lets out a whimper as I latch my lips onto his, moving them smoothly as I let go of his face, trailing down his collarbones to the start of his chest, where a towel is covering him up. I grip the ends of the cloth in my hands, tugging it against Michael's grasp. The boy immediately lets go and I toss the towel to the side, running my hands up the sides of Michael's torso.

"Luke--" Michael breaths, and I press myself against his small body, backing him up against the end of the bed. Michael's knees, weak from the effect on my lips against his, bend over the edge of the bed. I lay him flat on the bedspread as I dip my head to his jawline, nipping at his soft skin.

Michael releases a tiny whimper, and the sound is music to my ears. His hands grip my shoulders, digging into the skin as I place my hand on his knee, slowly sliding it upwards. I lean back from the boy, watching his facial expressions as I inch my hand up higher on his inner thigh. His chest rises as I carefully brush my fingers against his crotch, causing him to painfully dig his fingers into my skin, letting out an audible noise.

I slowly let my fingers run across the slight bulge in his jeans, enjoying the whines from the boy. I begin palming him through his jeans, agonizingly slow.

"L--Luke." Michael stutters, clenching his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open at the feeling of my hand against him. Sweat beads along his forehead, plastering his red hair to his face as his skin glistens. I run my tongue over my lip ring, unable to control the sounds leaving my mouth as I watch Michael under me.

I don't realize I've been biting my lip so hard until I taste the sharp, bitter taste of my blood seeping into my mouth. Michael notices the red on my lips and stares at it, panting. He sits up, sliding his hands behind my neck as he leans into me, causing my hand to still. Michael presses his sugary lips against my bleeding ones, kissing me gently and a moan leaves my mouth before I can stop it.

I am too aware of Michael's bare chest against my shirt, and I want desperately to remove it, to feel his skin against mine. I grip the hem of my shirt in my hands, prepared to slide it off as my cold lip ring presses against Michael's warm lips, when a voice sounds from downstairs.

"Michael! Luke!"

I detach our lips, watching Michael's eyes widen and his chest deflate at the loss of contact. A whimper leaves his gorgeously swollen lips.

My breathing is uneven and my throat is raw, but I yell out, "What?" my voice sounding strangled.

"We're watching Mean Girls! Come join!" Ashton calls back. I slowly catch my breath, tasting the fleshy texture of my raw lip before taking a step away from the kitten boy.

Michael slowly blinks sweat from his eyes, swallowing visibly before shakily standing up, every inch of him trembling. He grabs his quivering tail and fiddles with it to calm himself as he quickly slides on a sweater from the closet. I walk over to him, sliding a hand behind one of his cat ears and rubbing it, earning one of his involuntary purrs as I leave a kiss against his temple. I pull away and walk out the door of the bedroom, knowing he will follow me. I brush my hair out of my face and fix my jeans before stepping into the den, Michael close behind me.

Carter and Ashton look up at us in surprise, easily noticing the signs of our heavy make out session just seconds before. Carter smiles knowingly and Ashton grins but doesn't say anything, scooting closer to Carter so that Michael and I have room to sit.

I squeeze between Ashton and Michael, watching as Michael tucks his feet under him, adjusting his sweater sleeves before resting against me.

"Are you comfortable, kitten?" I ask him quietly. Michael blushes, nodding. I smile, secretly sliding his hand into mine as the movie begins to play.

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A/N im actually laughing at what i just wrote that was uncomfortable for all of us

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