Muke Oneshots

temporary fix

Pt 2 of Babylon

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Michael woke up naked, turning around to search for Luke in his bed.

The sheets were empty and cold.

Confused he got up, grabbed a boxer from his wardrobe and left his bedroom.

In the kitchen, he found a note on the table.

I'm sorry Michael.
Last night was a mistake. I was drunk and couldn't think right.
Luke.x

Michael broke down, piece by piece. It wasn't just the rejection, it was the blurry memory of the cuddles after the best sex he ever had.

He just sat there, sobbing and crying his heart out, till his phone started to ring nonstop.

In a slow pace he walked back to his room, grabbed the phone from the nightstand and checked the screen.

Calum called and texted like crazy, so he klicked on the call back symbol.

“Mike you sick fucker!“ Calum yelled, not even 2 Seconds later.

“What?“ Michael asked, a sob escaping from his lips.

“Mikey?“ Cal's voice sounded a million times softer. “What happened?“

As he wanted to explain, he broke down again, crying, shaking and constantly repeating "He's gone, he's gone." into the phone.

“Hang on man, I'll come over asap.“

The line went dead and Michael left alone with his thoughts.

It was a mistake, or maybe he wasn't good enough, maybe even ugly?

Of course he was an ugly duckling standing next to the god himself, Luke.

The front door of Michaels house opened and shut, heavy steps on the stairs to the first floor.

“Mate?“

Calums head poked into the room, seeing his best friend sitting on the floor, curled up and crying his heart out.

He rushed into the room, knelt down next to Michael and pulled him into his arms. “It's okay mate. I'm here with you.“

Michael just nod and continued with the sobs.

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Michael didn't leave his house until he had to do an interview with Calum and the rest of the main cast from the movie.

The thought of seeing Luke again made him smile and tear up at the same time.

It took him a while to get to the set, not because of traffic or other complications, he just couldn't sort his feelings out.

As he entered the studio to get him fixed up to sit in front the camera, Luke was already there.

He sat in a chair, his eyes closed, curlers in his hair, his silk shirt halfway opened, while a lady put some eyeshadow on his lids.

Michael couldn't help but stare with a lovesick smile until Luke opened his eyes and caught his gaze.

He wanted to turn away, but something in the blue if Luke's eyes made him stop, look a bit closer.

The blue were the mirror to the green, a storm made out of love, hate and a lot of sadness.

But Michael turned around, walking to the chair next to the one from Calum.
He wasn't ready for his heart being shattered even more.

For the interview they both out on an act, unnecessary to mention, that Luke's performance was a lot better than Michael's.

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The doorbell rang like an storm warning nonstop.

Michael managed himself off his couch and slowly walked to the door, already annoyed at whoever was behind the front door.

As he opened the door, the smell of cheap wine hit him right in the face.

Luke stood there, absolutely sloshed, tears still on his cheeks and chin.

Michael wanted to shut the door, wanted to turn around and never look at Luke's face again, but he couldn't.

The man he idolised so bad didn't look that self-confident anymore. He looked like a broken kid.

“M so sorry Mikey.“ he slurred out, like he was only half conscious at that point.

“Luke, how much did you drink?“

“Dunno know.“

As much as Luke hurt him, Michael could never hurt him back, so he gently took one of Luke's arms over his shoulders, placing one of his own arms around Luke's waist and guided him into his house to the living room.

Luke almost fell onto the couch and just out of nowhere started to sob.

The singer just pulled Luke into a hug, felling his heart break with the man in his heart.

The sobbs died down, his breathing became steady. He fell asleep, Mikey stuck underneath him.

So he made himself as comfortable as possible and closed his eyes too.

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Michael sat in the kitchen, his hands curled around his coffee mug, Luke sat opposite of him, holding his head.

“I am sorry Michael.“ he whispered, making his head hurt more. But he ignored it, continued to talk. “Not only for last night but also for the stunt I pulled with leaving.“

“It's fine.“ Michael said coldly, trying to hold his tears back.

“It's not, I know that I hurt you a lot. And I'm sorry for that. When I woke up that morning, I don't know, I just freaked out.“

“Why?“

Luke took a deep breath and finally looked up into Michaels watery eyes. “Because I thought that I'm pretty heterosexual...until I met you and my whole world turned around.“

Michael reached over the table, grabbed one of Luke's hands. “So you freaked out because you were confused?“

The blond one nodded, his eyes getting watery as well. “I don't know how to feel Mikey, I like girls...and you. I like you a lot.“

“Maybe you're bi. But that's nothing bad, okay? You are still you.“

Luke started to cry again and Michael just picked him up and carried him to his bedroom, gently laying him down on his bed. “Rest Lukey. Do you want me to stay or leave the room?“

“Pl-please stay and hold me, okay?“ he stuttered weak and tired.

“Of course.“

With a little smile Luke cuddled into Michaels chest as soon as he laid down comfortably