thirteen +

“Stand up,” Michael demanded. 

Luke looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows. He stood up though, the hot sand of the beach burning his toes. He pulled his black tank top down more, tucking in the right seam to his basket ball shorts. 

“Now move to the left a bit,” Mike kept directing him, “Stay. Perfect.”

“Are you using me as a sun-blocker?”

“No, my DS had an awful glare because of the sun,” the blue haired boy answered. “Okay, maybe a little bit to block the sun. I’m a pale boy, I don’t want to get burned!” He added, looking up at Luke and squinting his eyes. 

Luke rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the spread out beach towel. Michael groaned, trying to reposition himself to minimize the reflection on his gaming device. 

The sun was burning into their skin, and even with three layers reapplied to their skin every hour, both boys are bound to get burned to a crisp.
Michael was leaning against the cooler, the white tee shirt on him was baggy and old, many holes lining it. He had swimming shorts on yet no motivation to actually go into the shining blue Atlantic Ocean. 

Luke was flat on his back, his hipbones poking out from his rising tank top. Mike would occasionally look over at the older boy and just feel self conscious. Michael found himself feeling like that around Luke often, he felt like he wasn’t good enough. 

The blonde rolled onto his side and bent his elbow, leaning his heavy head on his hand. He looked up at Michael, his blue eyes gleaming. 

“What?” Michael asked with a chuckle.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

Mike laughed, telling himself it was the sun causing the red tint on his cheeks, not that he was blushing. “You’re being annoying.”

Luke jutted out his lower lip, “I’m being cute, pay attention to me.”

“You’re like a needy cat,” he added, closing his DS and placing it in the pocket of his book bag. 

“Well, I am your kitten.”

Michael looked back at him with his eyebrows raised, “Oh.” He slid down on the blanket, pressing his lips to Luke’s in a quick peck. “Yes, you are.”

Luke had a ridiculous smile on his lips as he ushered Michael onto his back and rested his head on Mike’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Michael’s torso, wrapping his fingers around the cotton material. “Are you excited to finish all this schooling?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I wasn’t really excited to start it all. I don’t understand how you stayed around for two years doing this nonsense.”

“Ashton still has a year until his masters. Thank God I’m not doing that,” he scuffed. Luke rubbed his nose more into Michael’s soft chest, taking in his scent.

Mike had his hand running up and down Luke’s back slowly, the other behind his head. “Do you wanna leave soon and get some lunch?”

“What? No! We haven’t even been in the water yet!” 

Michael rolled his eyes, “There are so many families spring breaking here. I don’t even like water.”

“You’re gonna have the weirdest tan lines if you don’t take off your shirt,” Luke said, pulling at the seam, “I’ve seen you naked, don’t be so upset with yourself.”

Michael moved his left hand from his head, pulling the seam of his shirt down more, “I like my shirt.”

“Baby, come on. It’s getting hot here, let’s go to the water.”

“You can stay here, I’ll be here.”

Luke ran his hand under the material of Michael’s shirt, his fingers running all the way up to his chest then down the sides of his ribs. “I want to spend time with you. I know you have a tummy, but I like your tummy.”

I know you have a tummy. “I’m comfortable here, I don’t want to move.”

Luke moved more on top of Michael, his legs in-between Michael’s. He rested both of his hands on Mike’s chest, resting his chin on his fingers. “Are you still mad at me?”

“You change subjects so fast.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

He let out a big sigh, Luke’s entire body moved with the inhale. “No, Luke, I’m not. It’d be wrong for me to be upset because you don’t have time to date me. As long as you’re in my life, I’m okay.”

The blonde reached up, pecking Michael’s lips again. “One day.”

x x x

The seat was burning hot and was burning Luke’s back. Michael was too distracted as he left dark bruises on Luke’s chest. Michael’s tongue is so soft and the air he blows on each hickey is so cold. 

“Mikey,” Luke whimpered, pulling out his name. 

Michael stopped, lifting his head and locking his shoulders. His green eyes found blue as he blinked his eyelashes. 

“The seat is burning me,” he cried out, poking his bottom lip into a pout. 

Mike let out a small chuckle as he sat up, still straddling Luke. He pulled off his tee shirt, lifting Luke up and placing it below his body, “Is that better for baby?”

Luke nodded, leaning up and connecting their lips again. He bit down on Luke’s bottom lip, pulling him back down. Their lips were in sync, perfect harmony, puzzle pieces. Michael was moving down again, leaving kisses on the collarbones he loved so much. His hands were fumbling with the shorts, pulling them down Luke’s knees. In the process, he managed to hit his head twice and accidentally bite Luke once. 

Luke let out a bellowing laughter as they finally got the shorts off. “We’re the stupidest couple I’ve ever met.”

Couple. Couple? We’re a couple? Michael didn’t say a word as he was far too hard to have a deep conversation. When a human beauty like Luke Hemmings is laying bare in front of Michael, he was going to take up the opportunity. 

Mike was grinding his clothed crotch against Luke’s as he slipped his tongue into Luke’s mouth. His hips were moving so comfortably, so perfectly. It was the best felling in the world and Luke wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

He groaned as he moved his hands to Michael’s back, the pads of his fingers moving soft lines up and down. 

Michael started to strip his shorts as he moved Luke’s legs onto his hips. “I’ve got lube in my bag, can you get that for me?” Mike asked, kissing up Luke’s body again. 

Luke giggled, turning his body and opening the black bag. He dug around for a bit until he came across the light blue substance, “It matches your hair.”

“Nice turn off,” Michael groaned, grabbing the liquid and lining it upon his fingers. 

Luke kept his mouth shut as he closed his eyes, waiting for the feeling of Michael’s fingers inside him. Michael let out a deep exhale as he pushed a single finger inside of Luke’s hole. His other hand laid resting on Luke’s hips, his thumb rubbing circles on the tight skin. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

The blonde nodded, his mouth agape. His teeth were barely showing as he tilted his head back, moving his hips to rotate closer to Michael. 

Mike pushed him back as he added another finger, starting to speed up the slow thrusting. Luke was, once again, whimpering out little mews of a voice. His hips were meeting Michael’s fingers, trying to get him to curl his finger. 

Mike started to scissor his fingers, hoping to not cause any pain of the older boy. He leant down, keeping his fingers moving, but kissed Luke slowly. His lips were swollen yet soft. The plush feeling of lip against lip was something Michael has always loved. “Are you ready?”

Luke nodded. Michael was knuckle deep when he quickly pulled out. Luke opened his eyes in discomfort, his pupils dilated as he looked up at Michael preparing himself. The quick crinkle of the condom wrapper caused Luke to close his eyes again. 

He tried to focus on anything except his tight muscles. He took deep breaths, listening to the shallow breaths of Michael. 

The blue-haired college student stroked himself a few times before lining up. He thrusted in slowly, not wanting to go rough on the mess of a boy. Regardless, Luke’s vision when to a fuzzy black as he let out a squeak. He threw his head back and arched his back, causing his body to fall down on Luke’s member another few inches. 

Michael groaned, moving his knees to get a better angle. He shifted closer to Luke, pushing his length in. “Such a tight boy,” Mike whispered, leaning over Luke. His hands were on either side of Luke’s body as he started to pull out, quickly thrusting back in. 

Luke’s breath was jagged and uneven as Michael began to develop a steady rhythm. He was in a state of ecstasy as he gripped onto the back of Michael’s hair, pulling at the soft texture.

Their pants soon began synchronized as Mike continued to speed up. “So pretty,” he whispered, “So, so pretty for me.”

They kept getting closer to their highs, Luke screaming out, then Michael would slow down, dragging him back down to reality. He continued to play with Luke’s sensitivity until the blonde dragged his nails down Mike’s already scratched back. Blood was drawn as Michael groaned, “Tell me you’re mine.”

Luke leant up, connecting a sloppy kiss as his entire body shook with each thrust. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” he cried out. He tilted his head back and Michael bit down on the skin. 

Luke was releasing within seconds, the hot spurts covering his stomach and Michael’s chest. Luke could tell by the high-pitched moans falling from Mike’s mouth that he, too, reached his final high. 

It was minutes later when Michael finally pulled out, tied the condom, then rested his body on top of Luke’s. Neither of them had their normal breaths back, they were panting messes. 

The twenty-three year old rested the palm of his hand on Michael’s upper body, “Oh geez, I mauled your back.”

“It’s alright,” Michael sighed, leaving a sloppy kiss in Luke’s chest.

“You’re bleeding, you need to be, like, cared for.”

Michael shushed him, “Let me catch my breath, then we can head back to my place.”