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The first thing Luke did when he woke up was go across the hall to Michael's room and find another hour of sleep next to him. Mike didn't even ask questions when suddenly there was a blonde boy pulling Michael's body on top of his. Mike liked resting on Luke's bare chest, listening to his heart beat ricocheting him back to slumber.

Two hours before noon, Ms. Clifford walked in. Both boys were on their phones by this point, Michael's face still pressed to Luke's torso. "We're headed back to main land to get food, we'll probably be back within a few hours."

Mike made a sound acknowledging her.

"Okay, alright. Call us if you need anything. Don't forget to lock the doors if you head outside. Don't talk to strangers or any of that."

"Bye, Mom," Mike cut her off.

She rolled her eyes before closing his bedroom door once more.

Mike's bedroom in the beach house was pretty basic. Tan wood floors matching tan painted walls. He had white bedsheets over a queen sized bed. His two bedside tables were already littered with random nonsense Michael put upon the glass. His bags were thrown on the ground, clothing already littering the floor.

Luke rested his hand in between Michael's shoulder blades, rubbing the freckled skin. "Do you wanna get food? I think there's still something to savage in the fridge."

Mike shrugged his shoulders as he locked his phone. He stretched his back before falling back to Luke's stomach. He blew kisses on the skin, forcing laughter to elect from the younger boy's throat.

"Get up, let's get food," Luke demanded once he caught his breath once more. He pushed his boyfriend off of him, slipping out of bed and sliding a shirt on.

Their beach house was pretty much like their normal house, except it was on the beachside. It had a nice kitchen attached to an open family room. The master bedroom was on the main floor while the other two were on the top floor.

Michael used to get lonely at the week long nights they spent at the beach house, he'd be upstairs all alone and his parents would be a floor away. He wished for a sibling or a friend, but he had neither.

Luke came along, and now their top floor feels a little more alive.

Michael collapsed on the couch, watching Luke make their frozen breakfast. Luke was good at burning food, yet he seemed to make their Eggo waffles perfectly. Michael never thought cooking was a hard thing to do until he befriended a boy whom can't make dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets without starting a fire.

Luke sat on top of Michael's torso, a plate of a few waffles in his hands. He made himself comfortable, his feet hanging off the couch as Mike squirmed underneath them.

"You're killing me" he said, exaggerating his loss of breath.

Luke moved more, purposely irritating the older boy. "Sorry, can't hear you over my breakfast."

Michael pushed him off the couch, making sure to save the plate of waffles before—he has his priorities straight.

After breakfast, they had a casual The 1975 remix playlist playing from Luke's laptop. Luke laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan. Michael had his head against Luke's chest once more, his hands slowly drawing circles around Luke's ribs.

"You're so beautiful," Luke told him as his hands ran through the dirty blonde hair. He looked down at the boy on his torso, his pale skin around his cheeks tinted a crimson shade.

"Thanks, Lukey."

"I mean it, Princess. Everything about you makes me feel so damn lucky. I'm not sure how I ended up like this."

Michael whined from embarrassment, "You're making me blush."

Luke reached down, pinching his rosy cheeks. He booped his nose, anything to annoy his lover.

Michael groaned, burying his face in Luke's neck. "Stop touching my face."
The blonde held him tight, his fingers underneath Michael's shirt as it ran up and down his spine. "I love you." The words left his mouth as he realized he never said it in their relationship. He's thought it from the first day he met the fringe-tastic blonde.

"Yeah?"

Luke pulled Michael up until the older boy was straddling the young. "Yeah."

Michael giggled, giving up on hiding it. He leant down, his lips grazing Luke's. "Good thing I love you, too." His big green eyes drove Luke insane.

Luke held him still, his lips attached to Michael's own lips. Everything felt okay and content when they were together. Life seemed so simple when the only sound filling the large room was their lips smacking upon each other.

Michael put his hands underneath Luke's shirt, his fingers crawling up the soft skin. Luke wasn't really toned, but he was perfect. Michael liked the feeling of his skin, he liked the sound of his muffled moans—encouraging Mike to grind down on him.

Luke had his fingers tight in Michael's hair as he spread his legs, giving his boyfriend more room to feel good.

They were stopped when the unlocking of the front door echoed through the living space. His parent's voices suddenly became louder as Michael jumped off of Luke, fixing his tee shirt and looking at Luke with wide eyes.

The blonde laughed, fixing his own shirt and running a hand through his hair.

Mike leant down, grabbing their dirty dishes. He was trying to do anything to hide that fact they both had obvious boners.

Luke rose up his shirt, trying to cover the light hickey upon his neck as the Clifford parents joined them with grocery bags and supplies. 

(a/n) there's only a few chapters left!!!! i have a few new stories coming out next week that are going to be really cool, so stay on look out at that! also, i have two other stories that are currently active, We Don't Care and What Do We Do Now? so u can read those too hint hint or all my stories hint hint hint even the shitty ones hint hint ok all of them are shitty but hint hint

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