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Luke opened up his bedroom door slowly, sneaking across the hall and into Michael's room. The sun was high in the sky as both boys weren't in for the whole waking-up-early thing.

The balcony door was open, Michael leaning against the wooden rails. He was calmly relaxing against the rail, the sea breeze blowing his blonde hair.

The younger boy came up behind him, pressing his hips to Mike's bum and his hands wrapped around his waist.

Michael looked down, automatically recognizing the lean fingers as belonging to his boyfriend. Mike turned around, just in time to accept a kiss to the cheek from the newly sixteen year old.

"Very pretty," he hummed against Michael's neck. Luke put his hands to the side of Michael's dark lace underwear, "These are very pretty. You are very pretty."

Mike giggled as he rested into Luke's touch.

"I never knew a person could be so pretty." He closed his eyes, his head resting against the space between his shoulder blades.

Michael has been coming to this beach house for half of his life. He's stood on that wooden deck waiting for someone like Luke to love him.

"I never knew I could be so in love," he responded, a blush heating up his skin.

Luke kissed the back of his flannel, nuzzling his head up to Michael's shoulders. "I hope I spend the rest of my life with you."

Michael has been imagining this moment for so long, and suddenly it's reality. "Yeah? Me too."

Luke never knew he was capable of loving someone so much. He wasn't close with his parents, he simply cared for them. He never felt like he loved any of his family members the way he should.

He has hope that one day that will all change.

Luke loves Michael an enormous amount. There aren't enough words in the English vocabulary to describe the way Luke feels for Michael.

"I love you," Luke whispered next to the shell of Mike's ear.

Michael smiled. "I love you, too."