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"Your bathroom is bigger than my bedroom," Michael said as he made his way back to Luke's bed.

Luke looked up from the TV screen on his wall, ready to press play on their Netflix binge. "Oh, geez," he chuckled. A rosy red rising to his cheeks. He didn't like talking about his parents money, it made him rather uncomfortable. It was weird though, he should be used to such things. He came from a school where they studied SAT words for fun, and asked for their pay stub before their name.

Michael jumped into Luke's queen-sized bed, pressing his cold, bare feet to Luke's calf just to make him squirm.

"Stop!" The younger boy yelled through laughter.

Michael pulled away as he cuddled into Luke's white sheets, "Your sheets smell like lavender."

"It helps me sleep," Luke said as he got in between the sheets as well. He looked straight at Michael's green eyes, and he swore he saw the entire universe. That thought never crossed his mind, but suddenly his eyes are shining so bright and his lips look so soft. "Do you know you're really pretty?" Luke asked.

Michael blushed. He hid his face under the sheets, "Stop."

Luke laughed. "Was that too forward?" He could feel Michael's legs brushing against his own, the pale boys legs were so smooth and felt so nice against Luke's hairier legs.

"No," he whispered, "Thank you." Michael peaked his head out again, getting cozy in the sheets once more. "I think you're really pretty too."

Michael looked into the blue eyes of his best friend, and he, too, saw the entire universe planted in the hues of blue. He saw his cheeks tinted a slight red. He could feel Luke's mind running one hundred miles every second.

"This is the cliché moment where I ask if I can kiss you, right?" Luke asked.

Mike didn't mind being his toy. He didn't mind Luke using him to figure himself out. "Are you okay with that?"

Luke looked up at Michael's hair line, then down to his stubbly chin. "Yeah," he agreed.

Mike sat up, his thighs straddling Luke's hips. He didn't know what to do, he's never kissed any human of any gender. He brushed a strand of blonde hair off of Luke's forehead before leaning down.

It was a thing of the moment, and their lips brushed against each other. It wasn't anything rough, it wasn't anything hard. It was the ghost-feeling of their two lips meeting that set atomic bombs off in their veins. Michael placed his hands on either side of Luke's head as he leant down more, moving to grab Luke's bottom lip with his teeth.

Luke was shaking with fear, but Michael made it all seem okay. He raised his hands, letting them rise then fall to the seam of his best friend's tee shirt. His fingers played with the thin material as he could feel heat radiating off of Michael's back.

Michael sat up again, licking over his lips. He could taste Luke on him and he's pretty sure that's all he's ever needed.

Luke smiled as he formed his lips into a straight line. "I—I liked that."

The older blonde rolled off of him, making his way back under the sheets. He faced Luke, not saying a word. He didn't know what he expected. He hoped Luke would continue to kiss him and make him feel better. He hoped Luke would confess his dire love so that Michael could do the same.

But, that didn't happen.

Luke leant over, turning off the bedside light. He went back to his side of the bed, pressing his cheek into his pillow and falling asleep.

Michael watched him sleep soundly, he looked so peaceful. Mike didn't fall asleep that night, Luke's taste lingered his taste buds and he just wanted more.

(a/n) after a very stressful weekend of canceled flights, i am finally home.