thirty six +

Michael's childhood home was a lot different than Luke's. 

Mike was an only child, there was no big table filled with their growing spawn. It was simply his mother, father, Michael, then lastly Luke. There weren't scratches on the polished wood from stupid memories of growing up. There weren't dents in the walls or bad do-it-yourself paint job. 

Everything was perfect. The couches were properly fluffed, looking as if no one ever sat on them. The chairs were pushed in at just the right distance. The photos on the walls were properly framed and at the correct angle. Everything matched. Once again, everything was perfect. 

Luke felt out of place as he sat next to Michael on their living room sofa. It was a few minutes past ten at night, they were the only two up. The static television in front of them was quietly playing some news channel, neither of them really listening. 

Michael scooted Luke closer to him, picking up his light body and placing him on his lap before he stretched out himself. The older blonde took a deep inhale and exhale as he made himself comfortable on top of his fiancé. The TV screen was the only resplendent source in the big room.  

The jingling of Mike's childhood dog's collar from across the hallway made a quick and quiet sound before they found themselves in silence once more. Luke rested his head to the side of Michael's chest, he could hear his heartbeat loud and clear. 

"I think Mom likes you," Mike said. His voice was quiet and relaxed, he felt half asleep. 

Luke half smiled. "I like her. Though, your family is intimidating."

Michael chuckled. He placed his hands at the small of Luke's back, rubbing under the teal pajama shirt adorning his frail body. His fingers were soft and comforting. "They don't mean to be, that's just their persona."

"I always thought you grew up in a family like mine—very messy, very artsy. But, you're living in this beautiful home in the mountains only a few miles from Nashville. You literally lived like a prince."

"Well, it's a good thing I found my princess." Michael lingered a kiss on the top of his forehead before turning his head back towards the television above the red brick fireplace. 

Michael's bedroom was exactly what Luke expected. There were books stacked on shelves then a few more thrown to the ground. A few guitars found their way into the most odd places—between his bed and night stand, on top of his bureau, even a few in the closet. 

A messy deck was on the opposite side of the room, an extremely old type writer from his grandmother on the side. He had papers stacked over every available space, not one of them pointing in the same direction. 

Luke dumped his bag on the floor a few minutes after midnight, surprised at the mess. His lover hasn't lived in this room for almost five years, but it continues to smell like Indian food and be a pile of random garbage. 

Michael smiled, quickly smacking his bum. "Welcome to my bedroom." He walked into his room, grabbing a crewneck and throwing it over his cold body. He laid in his bed, pulling the sheets closer to his body. "My parents are on the third floor, which is just a loft, so we can be as loud as we like."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Loud? How so?"

Michael patted the sheets next to him. "I'm not sure I can explain it, I think it'd be better if I showed you."

Luke laughed at his blunt pick up line. He leant down towards his bag, pulling out items he needed. 

Michael stared at his skinny legs, even while flexing they were still the size of a twig. He hated comparing himself to Luke, but he knows he'll never be the size of his gorgeous partner, and sometimes it hurts a bit. His knees stuck out, they were always so knobby. "Do you know how fu.cking lanky you are?" Mike asked. 

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Luke stood up, walking over to his en suite bathroom where he found—no surprise—a ukulele on the counter top. He laid his toothpaste and face wash next to the small instrument as he began to brush his teeth. Luke went back to the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame to look at his smiling boyfriend. 

Michael shrugged as he wrapped the thermal sheets closer to his body. It was November, after all. He was freezing his balls off. "I meant it as a compliment. I want you to know how beautiful you are to me." Michael was really glad Luke moved back to LA with him. He was scared out of his mind that Luke would end up staying in Kansas City with his own family, leaving Mike alone. 

Luke had to make choices, he had to choose Michael over his parents. He had to chose the preschool teacher job over a possible real job in Missouri. He had to make sacrifices, but every time he looked at Michael's smiling face, he knew he made the right one. 

"You just wanna get laid," Luke said with a mouth full of toothpaste. 

Michael's laugh was muffled with the sheets, "Not when you're like that."

"You love me like this," Luke said, toothpaste spitting with his every word. He turned around, spitting in the sink and cleaning off his toothpaste. 

It was nearly an hour later when the lights were finally turned off. Michael was cuddled into Luke's side, his head resting at the crook of his arm and chest. Luke had his arm protectively wrapped around his lover's body, brushing the pad of his thumb over his back muscles. 

Michael raised his head, pressing a kiss to Luke's Adam apple. Luke smiled, keeping his eyes closed. He tilted his head away as Michael's continued to drag his lips over Luke's skin. Mike used that towards an advantage, leaving a soft mark upon his jaw. 

Michael repositioned his body, his legs in between Luke's open thighs. He locked his elbows as his lips reached Luke's. Luke's hands held his torso, holding onto the layers of clothes so tightly in his closed hands. 

They were getting into it until Fender, their beloved family poodle, jumped up with them. Luke flinched at the sudden jump of the bed, "Holy shit."

Michael laughed as he looked behind him at the black Poodle making himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. "I guess he was lonely." He rolled off of Luke, laying on his back and looking at the dog. 

Luke pouted as he curled up against Michael again. "Should've named him cockblock."

"Go to sleep." Michael closed his eyes, drifting into a sleep. 

Luke woke up before Michael the following morning. The Tennessee sun was drifting in through the closed curtains in dim colors. Everything was so much more grey compared to California. 

The blonde rolled over, Michael's arm falling off of Luke's torso where it rested the entire night. Luke sat up on his knees before climbing over his sleeping fiancé. He was always surprised at how many hours the blue-haired boy is able to sleep. Eighteen hours? Twenty hours? He'll try for twenty-four hours.

Luke closed the dark wooded door softly, no more cock blocking dog. He crawled back into bed, this time on top of Michael. His cold hands lifted the soft material of his shirt just above his ribs. His lips lingered on the dark happy trail roaming up his lower stomach. 

He continued making his way up, leaving soft kisses on the cold, cold skin. Michael let out a satisfied groan in his half-asleep state of mind. Luke straddled him more, thrusting his hips in one solid motion. 

Michael opened his eyes, pleased at the sight of Luke above him. He smiled before positioning himself in a more comfortable position. He placed his hands below his head. "Come on, Princess, do what you do best."

Luke had a smirk upon his face as he leant down, attaching their lips once more in a slow, heated motion. His hips grinded down on Michael as he could feel himself hardening. The presence of Michael below him was just so hot. 

Michael was groping his bum, the fabric of his plaid boxers the only thing holding them apart. His cold hands traveling down the slim legs of the older boy as he smiled into their kiss. 

Luke lifted his shirt over his head, a cold brush of air sweeping over their skin. He attached his lips to Michael's neck, biting down on the skin between his jaw and neck. He sucked in the reddening skin as he continued to grind his hips harshly down on Michael. 

Mike sat the two of them up as he started to shred his layers of clothing. He pulled the skinny blonde closer to his body, Luke wrapped his legs around Michael's torso. He was sitting comfortably in Michael's lap, yet their painful hard members were a different story. 

The blue-haired musician pushed Luke over onto his side of the small bed, he had his feet on either side of Luke's legs as he held himself up for support. He kissed Luke's chin, then each collarbone, then the space between his chest. 

He had his fingers crawling below Luke's boxers when a loud knock fell from his door. "Breakfast in five!" His mother's voice echoed in the empty hallway. 

"Later!" Michael yelled back, tilting his head to watch the door. He was running scenarios through his head of what to do if his mother walked in on her only son on top of his fiancé ready to jack him off. 

She tsked, "There is no later! Busy day today. Get dressed!"

Her footsteps followed down the next set of stairs as Luke broke out laughing. "I fucking hate your family."

Michael looked up at him with bright green eyes. "I can make you scream my name in less than five minutes."

Luke bit his lip as he shoved Mike's head down to where he needed him most. 

Michael kept his promise.