Luke woke up and was craving ice cream. He didn't know what it was, but he was really looking forwards to a big bowl of cookie dough ice cream.
He quietly got out of bed, being mindful to not wake up Michael since it was 2am. He made his way down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen.
The blonde opened the freezer and looked at his options, but stuck with the cookie dough. He put it on the counter and reached into the cabinets for a bowl.
Michael usually got dishes for Luke since the cabinets were too high for him. Luke climbed up on the counter and tried to balance himself while getting the glass bowl.
He lost his footing on the way down and fell as he heard the glass shatter on the hard wood. He yelped as his body collided with the floor hard and tried to avoid landing on the broken glass pieces.
Michael woke up at the sound, thinking it was someone trying to break in. He looked beside him and saw that Luke wasn't next to him and he panicked. He grabbed the switchblade that was in the bedside table and creeped down the stairs.
When he got to the living room, everything seemed to be untouched and normal, which made him less nervous since he thought here was a burglar. The light was on in the kitchen and he made his way in there.
"Luke? Are you in here?" He asked as he opened the door to the kitchen where Luke laid, on top of shards of broken glass.
Michael's eyes bulged and he set the switchblade on the counter and knelt down in front of Luke. "Oh my God, what happened?"
Luke was crying and he was surprised he didn't hear him from the living room. "I-I was g-getting a bowl be-bebecause I wanted ice cream, a-and I fell..p-please help me, Mikey." He gasped as he felt the glass cut into hit arm.
Michael carefully picked him up and set him on the barstool. He examined his arms and slowly picked out the shards. Luke whimpered as Michael took a larger piece out.
"I'm sorry, Honey, I'm almost done." Michael quieted Luke's cries with a soft kiss.
When Michael was sure that there was no more glass stuck in Luke's skin, he swept the mess into a duster and threw it in the garbage.
Michael wiped Luke's arms with disinfectant wipes before throwing everything out.
The older boy held his hands out for Luke to take, pulling him into his grasp. "Are you okay?" Michael asked his love.
Luke nodded, "I am now...thank you, Bear."
Michael leant down and pressed his lips to Luke's. "Please be careful next time, or come get me if you want a dish..I don't want this, or something worse happening."
"I didn't want to wake you up." Luke put his head on Michael's shoulder.
Michael swayed the two back and forth, "I'd rather you wake me up than you getting hurt."
Luke stayed silent, knowing that Michael was right. Michael bit his lip before smirking.
"So how about some ice cream?"
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