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Luke opened the front door, letting Michael into his house. "Everyone left me and didn't even tell me," the younger boy pouted.

Michael laughed, kicking off his cat-print Vans by the foyer. "You poor baby," he teased.

Luke went back to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of popcorn already made. "Apparently Mom and Dad are at work—no surprise—then the bros are golfing. Who the fuck golfs?" Luke headed up the wooden stairs, supposing Michael would follow behind him.

Michael climbed up the stairs, letting his boyfriend rant.

"I'm enjoying this whole sleep-until-three thing, though. Is that what you're going to do without school?"

"I wish, but no. I've asked."

"Will Mom #2 let me skip school to hang out with you?" Luke jumped onto his bed, moving pillows out go the way and making room for Michael.

"I highly doubt it," he answered, "She'll yell at you and personally drive you back to Hell." Michael climbed between the sheets, laying his head on the plush pillows.

"That's so lame. I don't want to West Hills, who am I supposed to bother now?"

Mike reached up his hand, grabbing a handful of the greasy, crunchy snack. "I don't know. Don't blow anyone in the gym locker room, though."

Luke laughed, "Only you, Princess."

Michael rolled onto his back. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course," Luke said, "Go for it."

"When did you lose your virginity?"

"Oh, whoa. Let's take a step back again."

Michael laughed. He turned his head, looking at his blushing boyfriend. "You don't have to—."

"I was really young. I think thirteen. He was older—not too old, but older—and I was lonely." Luke smiled at the foolish memory. "Why?"

"I want to lose my virginity, Luke."

"Virginity isn't even real. It's a social conduct put on us to judge each other. It's stupid." He rolled onto his back, his bent elbows holding him up.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Luke, I want you to fuck me."

"Oh," he said again, "I can do that. Are you sure?"

"Yes, you asshole."

Luke stood up from his bed, "Let me get stuff. Yeah? Just pretend I don't look extremely needy." The blonde went through the bottom of his bureau, finding everything he hid from his mother. From lighters to cigarettes, from lube to condoms. He hid a lot.

He hopped back on the bed, his knees on either side of his boyfriend. "You look so pretty in this sweater," he said, pulling at the pink seam, "I don't wanna take it off."

"Luke," he whined.

"Fine, fine." Luke's cold hands slid against Michael's skin as he pulled off the material adorning his upper body. Michael flinched at the touch, a giggle escaping his lips. "You noob," Luke joked.

Michael leant his upper body up, connecting their lips. He liked kissing Luke, he's never kissed anyone else but he never wants to, either. It's the way he tastes and the way feels, Michael never wants to let go.

"If you want me to stop at any time, say something, okay?" Luke asked as he pulled back. He didn't want to continue unless he was positive that Michael wouldn't regret it all in four years.

"Please, Angel."

Luke smiled as he leant in once more. He let his tongue slip slowly into Mike's mouth, taking in the taste of his lover. His right hand ghosted down Michael's chest and to the strain between his legs. He rubbed Michael's member, watching the older boys reaction.

Michael leant back from Luke, his breath spared. He surprised himself when a moan squeaked from his throat. He bit down on his lip, trying to hide it.

"Do that again," Luke said. He leant into Michael, applying more pressure. He had a smirk upon his lips when Michael groaned out explicits. "Such a pretty boy," he said as he stood up on his knees, "Such a vulgar mouth."

Luke slid off his jeans, almost tripping several times. He straddled Michael again, popping the button of his shorts. He pulled at the material, letting them fall to the floor.

His fingers raised up Michael's legs, finding their way under his light pink panties. It was Luke's favorite color on Michael, and Michael knew it. He thrusted his hips upwards, pushing himself into Luke's palm.

Luke let out a chuckle as he leant over Michael, grinding down on him.

Michael's head fell backwards, a grunt forced from his throat. Luke kissed his Adam's apple, moving to the side to leave a mark matching his lips.

Mike's hands ran up Luke's shirt, clawing down his skin and pulling him closer. He sucked in his stomach and let out a groan as Luke's hand cupped Mike's hard on. He applied more pressure, his blue eyes watching his princess below him.

Michael got Luke's tee shirt off, throwing it on the hardwood floors. He felt confident enough to reach his hand down, unbuttoning Luke's jeans and sliding them down his lanky legs. Luke had to pause his hands around Michael's lower region as he fully got those tight jeans off his legs.

They were left in their undergarments. A navy blue pair of boxers and light pink panties. Mike looked down at their entwining bodies, trying to hide his giggle.

"You're supposed to be screaming my name, not giggling," Luke said with a pout. He straddled Michael again, grinding down his hips.

"Then do me, Fuckboy."

Michael got his wish as Luke stripped their last layers. He guided Michael onto his stomach as he pulled him up, his bum much higher than his shoulders. Luke got up on his knees, his hands shaking in fear of doing something wrong. He wanted Michael to remember the feel of their warm skin for the rest of his life.

Mike closed his eyes as Luke lathered his finger in lube then circled the older boys rim. Michael's back arched towards the fresh sheets as Luke started to slide a digit in. He felt as if every muscle in his body clenched around Luke as the blonde slid in, then out, then further in, and out.

Luke leant over him, keeping his index finger at work. His left hand grabbed onto Michael's ribs, steadying him. He left a kiss down his spine, his lips soft against Michael's warming skin.

Luke added a finger, starting to spread Michael out. "Tell me what you want, Baby."

"More." Michael's voice was muffled as he buried his head in his arms.

Luke leant back, adding a third finger in. He sped up, liking the way Mike took him easily. He circled his hand, and pressed in further. He could hear Michael's breathing scarce before he finally pulled out.

Luke looked down at the sheets of his bed, pulling up the condom glistening in the sunlight. He wasn't sure how long he's been waiting to do this with Michael, but he's positive it's been worth the wait.

He got himself ready, knowing there was no such thing as too much lube. He lined himself up, his tip pressing lightly into Michael's rim. Luke's hands were at Michael's sides, his fingers digging into his hips. "Ready?"

Michael let out a breath he didn't know was being held. "Fuck, Luke, get on with it." It was the anticipation and all the bad first time stories filling up Michael's held that made his stomach flip with fear. Everything left his mind when Luke began pushing into him, slowly and carefully. Suddenly, his mind was simply shouting Luke's name, and soon enough, Michael was, too.

Michael pushed himself backwards, trying to get Luke to speed up. Michael's fingers and the porn tag on Tumblr have prepared the dirty blonde boy for this moment, he just wanted to be fucked.

Luke pulled him to his hips quickly, figuring a pain kink was in the list of things that completed Michael. Luke assumption was correct when a low moan escaped Michael's mouth. The blonde had a smile on his face as he pulled out, quickly thrusting deep back in.
The latex of the condom slid against Michael's walls and past that one spot, not hitting it directly. Luke leant over his boyfriend as he started to find a constant, fast pace. He kissed the spot between Michael's shoulders. He could feel the older boy's muscles tightening and loosening with every single thrust into him.

Luke reached his hand underneath Michael. He wrapped his fingers around the painfully hard member of his boyfriend, his thumb going over the throbbing tip and spreading pre-cum. He could hear Michael panting, high whines in the back of his throat.

Luke pulled out completely, roughly flipping Michael over. Green eyes met blue as the feeling of bliss took over their veins. Luke pushed back in, now able to watch his boyfriends flush stomach contract with every movement.

Michael shut his eyes tightly, his face squeezing up. He threw himself into the pillows as his breath fell rough from his lungs. Mike wrapped his legs loosely around Luke's back as he yelled his lover name. Luke went at it fast, the speed of his hand around Michael's hard-on matching his thrusts.

Their matching rough breaths and loud moans became louder than their skin slapping together. Luke's hips met with Michael's skin and suddenly he was coming fast.

Michael released upon Luke's hand, spilling over and onto his own stomach. Luke kept his pace through their climaxes, releasing into the protection with his jaw clenched.

Luke pulled out and reached over Michael, he put his thumb—Michael's release covering the rough skin—up to Mike's mouth, his light eyes watching the older boy.

Michael was overwhelmed with the moment, but opened his mouth, knowing it was what Luke wanted. Mike closed his lips around Luke's thumb, his tongue finding the salty taste unappealing. He closed his eyes as Luke flipped around his thumb, pressing into Michael's tongue until he gagged.

"Good boy," he praised, "Such a good princess." Luke cleaned the two off, not bothering with a change of sheets or finding of their clothes.

He laid next to his lover, his legs wrapped around his partners' hairless ones. He rested his head in the crook of Michael's neck, waiting for their breathing to fall down before starting up any conversation.

"I love you," Mike said softly.

"Did you like it?" Luke asked, his eyes watching Michael's every breath.

The dirty blonde boy laughed, "Yeah, Luke. I don't know why I waited so long for that."

"Because you're a cutie," Luke said, not caring about his inability to properly compliment the older boy. His mind was filled with the simple image of Michael completely losing it all beneath him.

It was somewhere between their three hour nap that Luke decided he was going to marry the boy cuddled up in his arms. Without a doubt.