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Luke was siting in his car outside of Michael’s apartment, his knees were bouncing up and down the dirty floors of the car. He didn’t know why he was here. It was 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night, the younger boy probably isn’t home. 

Michael laid on the couch half naked, his phone in his hand. “Yeah, Mom, I’m doing the paper right now,” he lied. 

“I’m not happy with your grades right now. You only have a few months left, I want you to get them up.” She was using her mother-voice on Michael and that only made him roll his eyes more. 

“I’m not happy at all,” he said, knowing it would get her to lay off of him. 

“Do you want to talk to your therapist again, sweetie? I can schedule an appointment for you.” Her entire demeanor changed and Michael wasn't sure which one he hated more. 

The doorbell rang, echoing though the house. “Oh would you look at that, there is a murderer at the door. I’ve gotta go, love you, bye,” he quickly pushed his sentences together, pressing the end button without another word. 

Michael sat up, his knees cracking. He picked up his Rolling Stones tee shirt, pulling it over his upper body. He figured anyone at the door would love his Spiderman boxers and didn’t bother trying to shove his legs into the skin tight denim. 

There was another knock at the door. 

“Christ, give me a minute!” He yelled, still making his way to the front door. If it was Calum again forgetting his key, Michael was going to kick him out. 

Luke heard the yelling, quickly slumping down to a smaller size. His cheeks lit up a vermillion shade with embarrassment. At least he knew the younger boy was home, now. 

The door opened, Michael leaning against it. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey, s—sorry for being impatient,” Luke stuttered. He looked down at their feet, Luke was in dirty Vans with a hole by the toe. Michael was barefoot, his pale feet even more pale than Luke could ever imagine. 

“Nah, it’s alright. You made me get up from the couch, you might as well come in.” Mike laughed, moving his body to give the broad boy space to come into the messy apartment. 

Luke smiled, sliding his lip under his upper teeth. He walked into the large space, kicking off his shoes by the pile of many other black shoes. 

Michael and Calum’s apartment was a little different than the other two boys. It was all one spacious floor, a small hallway to the left leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. The walls were white (with a few suspicious stains) along with white carpet (with more suspicious stains). A small seating area with a large television sat in one corner, their kitchen along with a small table in another. A coat closet was empty of coats, instead filled with a dozen guitars and a few smaller amps. 

“Nice place,” Luke commented, shrugging off his jean jacket and placing it over the back of the couch. “So, you know Ashton?”

“The hippy-looking one?” Michael asked as he moved around the couch, sitting down on the soft cushion. He put his feet up on the back of the couch, leaning his head on the shoulders. 

Luke laughed, sitting down awkwardly between Michael’s stretched out feet and the opposite shoulder. “Yes, that’s the one. He’s my roommate, too. He was yelling at me the other night because he thought I was, I don’t know, like, taking advantage of you.” The blonde was staring at his hands, not sure why he was here or why he was telling Michael this. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t making you feel that way, or anything.”

At any other moment, Mike would probably laugh at his awkwardness, but he decided right now wasn’t the right time. "No, no, man, I don't think that. Ignore that hippy freak."

Luke smiled, still feeling a lump in his throat.

Mike didn't know why Luke came over here. But, he couldn't stop the flutters in his stomach as he looked at the blonde sitting across from. "Did you come over just to have your dick sucked?"

Luke blushed, his eyes widened as he let out a diva-sounding, "What?!"

"Let's be real," Michael said, biting down on his cocky smile. He sits up, tilting his head to the left, "Come on, Lukey, tell me why you came over."

Luke couldn't breathe as he felt like the weakling in the moment. He was supposed to be the dominant one, not the dorky twenty one year old. 

In a matter of seconds, Luke's lips met Michael's as he pushed the blue-haired college student back onto the cushions of the couch. Luke could feel Michael smirking as he opened his legs, letting Luke fit nicely in-between them. 

Fingers were crawling over the bumps of Luke's spine then scratching back down to the hem of his jeans. The older man let out a very soft, breathless moan. 

Michael raises his fingers to Luke's neck, pulling at the blonde hair. He thrusts his hips into Luke's crotch. Michael was awkward in many situations—he was dorky, he was lame—but in bed was not one of them. 

Luke savored the taste of Michael, he never knew when the next time would come along. His petite hips were grinding onto Mike's as his lips fell down the side of the rough skin. The dark stubble was something Luke loved around the younger boy. Luke, himself, could never grow facial hair, but Michael seemed to not be able to get rid of it. 

Luke had kisses placed on Michael's neck, his tongue going up and down the warm skin. He tried not to lose his cool when Mike threw his head back, giving the boy more access. Luke took the opportunity, leaving a dark bruise where his jaw met his earlobe. 

Mike liked the soft touches Luke gave him, the warm tongue grazing upon Mike's skin. The older blonde made his way back to Michael's lips, dragging out the bottom one and biting softly. 

Michael had his hands on Luke's sides, running up and down, up and down, up and down. He started to sit up, there lips still attached. Michael had one foot on the ground as he started to pull the duo off of the couch. He kept his fingers wrapped in Luke's shirt, pulling the fabric away from the couch and down the dark hallway of their apartment. 

They were around one corner between the space of the wall and the bedroom door when Michael slammed Luke against the wall, taking over his dominance roll once more. His swollen lips left bruises everywhere on the pale skin, his hands roamed freely under the warm shirt, pulling it over Luke's head and throwing it on the ground. 

Luke was moaning, a lot. 

His hands were fiddling with the band of Michael's boxers, he broke the kiss looking down and laughing. "Real nice boxers, there."

Michael didn't respond, only took Luke's hand and dragged him into the extremely dark room. It smelled dirty, like Mike hadn't cleaned it in months. 

Luke didn't mind though. Michael took off his tee shirt, throwing it next to the mattress on the ground. He backed Luke up until his feet hit the end of the sheets, he fell back harshly. 

Michael was leaning over him, his two pale hands trying to unbutton Luke's skinny jeans. The blonde kicked his pants off before pulling at Michael's hair, dragging him closer once again. 

Luke kissed Mike's nose then his mouth, his hands roaming Michael's back. Mike had his hands ghosting over the older boy's crotch. His hard on was prominent and it made the college student smirk. 

"Please, do something," Luke sighed, arching his hips off of the grey sheets.

"Be patient, Kitten," Michael tsked. He pulled down Luke's boxers to his knees as he started to go down. He held his hands tight on Luke's thighs. His bright pink tongue licked a strip on Luke's dick, causing the boy to involuntarily thrust up. 

Mike, now, had his nails practically digging into the pale skin of Luke. "Be a good boy, don't do that."

Luke was whimpering even though the younger boy hasn't done anything. He obeyed and kept his body pressed to the mattress. 

Michael took as much of Luke into his mouth as he could, not in the mood to take it slow. One small hand was rested at Luke's base, the other still on his upper leg. Luke had his own hands tangled in the tuffs of blue, pulling slightly. His knees were bent and open wide, his light eyes would peak down at the boy, watching his cheeks hollow out. He threw his head backwards, moaning loudly. 

The feeling of Michael around him was something indescribable. Luke's moans and whimpers continued getting louder and higher pitched, Michael could feel himself getting hard at just the sound of the other boy. 

Mike removed his mouth, wiping extra saliva from the side of his mouth. He was still in between Luke when he let out a quick, "Hands and knees, Kitten."

Luke bit his lip as he once again obeyed the younger boy. He positioned himself with his back straight, his knees bent, his palms flat on the soft mattress. He looked back, watching Michael find his lube and condom. 

Michael crawled over, opening the bottle of lube and putting enough on his fingers. He leant over Luke, "You okay with this?"
"Yes, Babe," Luke responded, letting his head fall between his shoulders as he waited for the cold texture of the lube to fill him. 

Mike sat on his knees, placing a finger in Luke. He squirmed, trying to relax his muscles as Michael moved slowly. He didn't want to skip prepping the older boy, didn't want to hurt the Goddess laying in his bed. He slipped a second finger in, stretching Luke out and scissoring him. His pace was speeding up and Luke was back to whimpering. 

Michael added more force, curling his fingers. 

Luke let out a moan of Michael's name, a swear leaving his mouth next. 

"What do you want? Use your words for me," Michael said. His voice was low, his voice was deep, his voice was relaxing. 

"I need you," Luke cried out. He let his upper body fall to his elbows, resting his head on the mattress as him bum stayed high in the air. 

"You've already got me," Mike whispered. He pulled his fingers out, shifting slightly as he pulled his boxers off. 

The tearing of the condom wrapper caused Luke to shiver. He could hear the popping of the lube lid once more as Mike coated his wrapped member. 

Michael, slowly and carefully, entered the whimpering twenty three year old, trying to overcome his pain with pleasure. The younger boy had his eyes half closed, his mouth open as he flinched out another moan. 

Mike continued his slow pace, waiting for Luke to give him a sign. 

Luke goes through phases while f.ucking, phases of uncontrollable moaning. He was in the worst one of the night, his moans loud and constant, the neighbors must be awake. "Move," he cried out. 

Michael pulled all the way out before slamming his hips against Luke, their skin slapping echoed through the small bedroom. 

A loud, high-pitched moan emitted from the blonde's mouth as he hit that one spot. The younger boy had a cocky smile placed on his face again as he thrusted in and out of Luke. 

Michael was leaning over Luke, his hands tight on Luke's lower back to get a better angle. Their eyes were closed as low moans fell from Michael, loud, unbearable ones from Luke. Mike was whispering into Luke's ear, little, "You're such a good boy for me," and "Keep going, you can hold on longer."

Luke let out another string of swear words, "I'm gonna come," he whimpered. 

"Come for me, Kitten."

Michael knew what girls sounded like orgasming. He knew what boys sounded like orgasming. He knew what girls sounded like after being eaten out. He knew what boys sounded like after a good blow job. Hell, he knew what Luke sounded like after a good blow job. But, hearing Luke reaching a full-blown, hard core climax was something new to Michael, and it did indeed make hime come right there. 

Mike let out his first loud moan of the night as he filled the condom up, his teeth were biting down on Luke's shoulder. The blonde couldn't feel the pain in his shoulder over the bliss rising upon his entire body with every finishing thrust into his sensitive body. 

Michael pulled out, his breathing still fast as sweat dripped down his face. He tied the latex condom, standing up to throw it away in the garbage by the door. 

Luke was collapsed on his back, his legs lay flat as he rested a hand on his stomach, one on his forehead. He peaked from under his arm to watch Mike grabbing a pair of fresh sweats of Luke, pulling boxers onto his own body. 

Michael came back to his make-shift bed, bending down to help pull the soft material up Luke's aching legs. A smile was on the older boys face as he was treated like royalty. 

Mike pulled off the sheet that had semen stains upon it. He threw the sheet in the pile of dirty clothes, grabbing a quilt from the end of the bed. 

He laid behind Luke, pulling the blanket over them until it rested upon their cooling down bodies. He let his head rest directly behind Luke's head, Mike's nose pressed against the crook of Luke's neck. 

Michael hands were wrapped around Luke's body, holding him tightly. Luke felt safe and loved.