eight +

It was a full weeks later when Michael's gallery came up. Luke was freaking out on so many levels. It was held at a ballroom, with a teal blue rotunda ceiling and golden tiles. People have describe it as a palace, but, of course, Luke has never seen it.

"Does this look okay?" Luke asked, turning around in the full-length mirror hanging on their bedroom wall. He pulled at the black skinny jeans before fixing the white button down once more. Fuck, he thought, are they going to think I'm a waiter? "I need to change, don't I? Hell, Ashton, what am I'm going to do?" He rambled.

Ash rolled his eyes and stood up from his bed. The sheets fell off his tired body, and Luke felt bad for keeping him up. "First, let's roll up those sleeves. We wanted lover boy to see you and want to pin you up against the wall." Ashen helped him cuff the sleeves, the material becoming tighter on his thin forearms.

"Less waiter-looking?"

Man bun nodded, "Definitely." He turned his back, and Luke looked away to stop himself from staring at his strong muscles. He came back with a black belt, looping it through Luke's jeans before he could protest. "This just puts it together, makes you look ten times hotter."

Luke stood taller in the mirror, his eyes drifting over his lean body. He could do this, he had to keep telling himself that he needs to just get through the night, then he can go home and sleep off the embarrassment.

He didn't really like social events.

Michael, though, loved social events. He stood a few feet from the entrance, his hand strongly shaking important people. He was dressed to the top, a full suit lining his sloped body.

With a fake smile inked upon his shaking soul, he was ready for the night.

Luke came thirty minutes after the door open. He never liked to be the first at galleries, he would much rather avoid the awkward tension of being the first handful of people. The blonde preferred to stay in the shadows, looking at the art silently.

He found Michael's section, each painting framed to pristine. Luke's eyes filled with envy as he looked at Mike's name written in such beautiful calligraphy. Michael was good, he deserved this, probably. Luke didn't think he was that good though. He messed up the simplest things. His paintings weren't properly spaced, the main focus off center but not in thirds. It's the tiniest things about his paintings that annoyed the blonde boy quite a lot.

Michael didn't like any of these people. He didn't like the way they looked at Luke. Their eyes would glance at the older boy, judging everything about him. But, hell, he knew more about art than anyone in the entire building.

Mike knew he was an art genius, he could see it by the way Luke's blue eyes scanned each brush stroke, each pen mark. It made him sweat when Luke stood at his section in the gallery for an entire hour. He didn't move, not a single muscle.

Michael drew Luke, he drew Luke a lot. Luke knew it, he fucking knew it. Luke looked at the main painting, a large canvas. It was a boy, his features all prominent and fairly similar to the twenty-eight-year-old. Lines were drawn through him, triangles being formed over his lovely skin. Everything was a different color, all radiated hues of pinks and purples.

Arms wrapped around Luke's hips, pulling him out of his daze. He looked down, recognizing the tattooed fingers. "Hey," he said, "I love it."

"Thanks," Mike responded. He rested his chin on Luke's shoulder. "I appreciate you coming. You're making me quite nervous, though."

Luke laughed. "Good."

Michael swayed back and forth with his eyes rested shut. He liked being engulfed over Luke like this.

"Quick question," Luke pushed him off, stepping forward and pointing on the portraits. "Have you been drawing me?"

Michael bit his bottom lip and cockily shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe." He let go, grabbing Luke's hand instead. "I just found you so beautiful in such an ugly world." He stood in front of a few smaller conceptual portraits of Luke. "I mean, look at you. How could I not be in love?"

Later on, it was five minutes past two in the morning. Michael was backed into his own front door. Luke closed it with his foot, locking it swiftly. His eyes were dark, his hands slow.

His fingers slid up Mike's button down, slowly undoing the buttons. With each pop of the plastic circle, Luke would take a step closer. Their lips were so close, too close. His warm breath sent chills up Michael's spine.

The younger boy leant against the closed door as Luke began to untuck his shirt. His hands pressed flat against his pale skin, running up and down the inking. "This is beautiful, you are beautiful."

Michael leant in, attaching their lips in such a heated rush that he even surprised himself. His right hand held the back of Luke's neck, his left falling towards the dark happy trail, his fingers dipping around the front of his tight jeans. He pulled at the material, swiping the button undone with his thumb.

Luke sucked in his breath as he thrusted against Michael. The purple-haired boy lost his assertive side as he collapsed against the front door, over-whelmed with the feelings circulating his body.

The older man stepped out of his jeans before sliding off his shirt. Their clothes continued to fly off their bodies, landing in heaps of piles around the front foyer. Michael wished he left the lights on, he wanted to see the beauty of a boy standing in front of him.

Luke stopped Michael's lips from leaving another hickey. He put both hands on the side of Mike's face, placing their foreheads against each other. Radiant green eyes met with lustful blue ones. "Tell me this is okay."

"This is okay," Michael repeated. He leant in, pecking the rough skin around Luke's mouth.

"Promise?"

The horny, young boy sighed. "I'll stop you if it's not." He jumped up, wrapping his legs around Luke's waist without warning.

Luke pressed him up against the door once more, holding him tight against him. His warm, callused fingers slid under the band of his briefs, sliding the material off of Mike's pale legs.

Michael's cheeks were heating up as he sucked on Luke's neck, he could feel the boy holding him up reposition himself as his own briefs fell to the tiled floor. Mike could feel the long fingers leave his hips and fall to his bum.

Luke prepared him, stretching him out. Breathy sounds left their throats as they painfully hardened. They needed each other, they could tell from the spark in their eyes that they needed each other.

Michael lowered his mouth to Luke's shoulder as his tip started to press into Mike. He bit down, the feeling odd, new, and uncomfortable. Luke held him tighter, taking the slowest time he ever has as he made his way in. One hand was holding Michael up, the other flat against the door.

Michael's tiny hands combed through Luke's hair, pulling the hair-sprayed strands until he whined. By the time Luke pushed all the way in, Mike was panting like a dog. A cute, fluffy kitten-dog.

Luke shrugged his shoulder, pushing Michael off of him. He pushed his lips onto Mike's chapped ones, licking over his bottom lip. He kissed all over him, from his nose, to his cheekbones, to the tip of his chin.

He pushed Mike up, a deep groan leaving their two throats. He lowered him once more, keeping his pace slow. Michael closed his eyes, his mouth falling open with every thrust. His breathing picked up with Luke's pace, his head hitting against the door once more.

Luke's lips were attached to his bobbing Adam's apple, leaving a dark bruise in the shape of his superlative lips. His knees were feeling weak as his sensitive skin rubbed against Michael in the best way possible.

He liked the site in front of him. He liked seeing Michael completely phlegmatic, much different than his usual annoying state. He liked hearing the vulnerable sounds filling the front room.

Michael's nails trailed down his own body until they attached over his hardened member. He wrapped his hands around himself, beginning to jack off. The pre-come on his throbbing tip spread over the skin as he moaned out once more. Their skin slapping together was the sound of everything Mike never knew he'd one day get.

Luke looked down between their bodies, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when he saw how hot Michael looked jacking himself off. The blonde leant his forehead down on Mike's shoulder as his pace sped up more. 
 The heat in their stomach was coming undone, Michael releasing upon their flushed stomachs quickly. It was elusive for Michael to express what he was feeling. It was a mixed emotions as his body buzzed with adrenaline and exhaustion.

Luke continued his motions, the sounds leaving Luke's mouth were bellicose; very aggressive, but symphony-like to Mike. Hot spurts filled Michael once more, and the younger boy felt like he was about to come once more.

Even after Luke pulled out, even after the collapsed on the near by couch, their breathing stayed high, their kisses remained hot. It was like a storm just brewed, their electricity radiating between their two bodies.

Michael laid on Luke, pulling a blanket off of his couch and sloppily pulling it over their bodies. The older man helped him fix it, their entwined bodies closer than they ever knew was possible.

Everything felt alright. 

(a/n) i'm sad so i'm gonna update again