Fallen Friend > Muke

Pouts and Kisses

After Michael had finished the mission, all he wanted to do was go home to the house he shared with Luke and cuddle. Michael always seemed to be the most exhausted and depressed after a mission, and spending time with Luke was the only thing that could cure it. Walking inside the house, Michael found Luke curled up in their bed, draped in blankets, while small snores emitted his parted lips. Michael cooed at the sight, but otherwise remained silent so as not to wake up the sleeping boy. He attempted to worm his way under the blankets as well, curling into Luke's side. However, his attempts were unsuccessful as Luke awoke from his nap at the sudden movement.

"You're back," Luke sleepily smiled.

Michael hummed, burying his head into Luke's neck. His red hair tickled the exposed skin causing Luke to shriek and shy away from him.

"No, come back," Michael whined, making grabby hands at the blond. 

"Okay, okay," Luke giggled, scooting back into Michael's embrace, allowing Michael to once again rest his head on the curve of Luke's shoulder. "How was it?"

"Same as usual," Michael sighed. "I saw Ash and Calum...they looked happy."

"Michael..." Luke warned, reprimanding Michael for the umpteenth time.

"I know, I know. I'm not supposed to check in on them, but I miss them Luke. You know that."

"Yes, but I also know that it's not good for you to being doing that. It only tortures you more and that's not good for your mental health."

"Dead people don't need to worry about their mental health, Luke."

"Hey, this is no time for jokes - I'm serious. You know you're not supposed to be seeing them, so can you please just listen for once and stay away. Promise?"

"Fine, I promise," Michael huffed, turning away from the other boy. Luke sighed at Michael's childishness, crawling on top of Michael's body before completely straddling his lap.

"Babe," Luke whined, poking Michael's cheek.

The action elicited no response and this time, it was Luke's turn to huff and pout. Two could play at that game, he thought. Luke kept poking Michael over and over again - on his cheeks, his forehead, his stomach, his sides, his nose - until Michael finally had enough and caved in.

"Stop," Michael drawled, attempting to push Luke off his lap, but with no success.

"You know I only want what's best for you right?" Luke said, placing a kiss on Michael's forehead. "Everything will get better once you take my advice, you'll see, and then you won't even remember what you're missing."

"Okay," Michael gave in, pulling Luke down into a sweet kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too, idiot."