trente deux

unedited

Dilemmas blow over like storms. Everything settled back down in the Hemmings household. Luke promised to try harder, his parents promised to love a little bit more. A lot more.

Michael flaunted out of his bathroom, a white skirt with cartoon cats printed along the fabric adorning his slim hips. "I really like this one but it's off-white and I can never match it with anything."

"You look so good. I think that's my favorite so far." Luke had his arms below his head as he relaxed on Michael's bed.

Mike twirled a few times, showing him every angle of the feminine clothing. "Really?"

"It makes your butt look really good, in case you were wondering."

Michael laughed as he went back to his bathroom. Luke was sure he was perking out his bum just a bit more for Luke. The blonde thought his boyfriend was lovely.

While in the bathroom, Michael added another layer of makeup: eyeliner. He put the lilac shade thin over his curled eyelashes, crossing his arms to steady his hand.

He turned around, picking up a crop top from the closed toilet seat. He started to put the tight material over his chest, feeling comfortable with the soft fabric.

He slid on black denim overalls, curling up the cuffs. He buttoned the sides, liking the look of just enough skin. Michael brushed his hair back from his eyes, taking a deep breath before walking out.

"That is cute," Luke smiled as he spoke, "Seriously. You look good in every piece of clothing, I don't understand."

Michael jumped on the bed, climbing on top of Luke and straddling his waist. "I'm glad you think that."

Luke put his hands on Michael's face, his thumb rubbing lightly over his contrasted cheeks. "The purple makes your eyes look ever brighter, wow."

Michael blushed as he leant down, attaching his lips to Luke's mouth. Luke let his hands slide down Michael's body, falling into the patch of skin showing. His warm hands squeezed at the skin, rubbing over his body so slowly.

Michael did something he'd been dreaming of—he grinded down upon Luke's crotch. A surprised groan fell from Luke's throat. He flipped Michael over, his body now pinning the older boy below him.

Luke's lips crawled down Michael's jaw and left hot kisses upon the pale skin. Everything was fine until Luke cupped Michael's length.

"Hey, hey, can we stop?" Michael whispered.

Luke sat up, still straddling his waist. "Yeah, is everything alright?"

Mike swallowed a lump in his throat. He rested his hands on Luke's jean-clad thighs, his thumbs rubbing over the seam. He nodded, "I just don't want to do anything, if that's okay."

The blonde rolled off of him, cuddling into his side. "Of course that's okay, Cutie. I never want to make you uncomfortable, you know that, right?"

"I know that, I'm sorry."

Luke kissed his cheek before cuddling into the crook of his neck. "Nothing to apologize for." He wrapped his arms around Michael's torso, puling him closer to his side.

"Can I admit something?"

Luke nodded, his nose rubbing against Michael's soft face.

"You were my first kiss."

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. "Like, ever? Fuck."

"I sucked, didn't I?"

"I loved it." Luke kissed his chin, "I still do." The newly-sixteen-year-old didn't realize his boyfriend was a virgin. There obviously wasn't anything wrong with that, but Luke didn't want to push him to boundaries he wasn't comfortable with.

Luke had sex with his best friend at fourteen because he truly did not care. He still doesn't care much. His values are very low, it's just sex.

Luke wanted to do more than just it with Michael. He wanted it to mean something this time around, and he didn't know how to do that.

"Do you wanna see another skirt?"

Luke nodded, rolling onto his back. "I wanna see every pair of skirt you own. Plus those thigh-high socks. Those are hot, Mikey."

Michael jumped up, quickly picking out more items of clothes with a smile upon his lips. Luke liked seeing his boyfriend happy, he definitely liked making his boyfriend happy, too.