"Good evening," Luke laughed as his lanky legs crossed over the window and into Michael's bedroom, being shushed sternly.

   Michael whispered, "It's 2AM, don't be acting dumb now."

   He opened his arms, immediately feeling the blonde's body clashing with his own.

   Luke's lips rested on Michael's neck, tightly wrapping his arms around the boy.

   "We have school tomorrow," he momentarily lifted his head, making Michael shiver.

   The redhead only tightened his grip on Luke's shirt, bunching up the fabric on his back.

   "So? You don't care about your grades," Michael whispered, brushing Luke's hair with his fingers.

   The blonde rolled off of his boyfriend, lying next to him instead.

   He sighed, "I know, but I care about yours," he placed his hand on Michael's upper thigh, the older boy flinching.

   With a frown, the blonde asked, "You usually flinch when I put my hands on you. Why is that?"

   Closing his eyes momentarily, Michael took a deep breath. He turned his head, opening his eyes, the moonlight making them sparkle.

   Luke pursed his lips, watching his lover struggle to speak.

   He almost wanted to tell Michael that it was okay, but he was too late as Michael placed his hands over his face, gripping his fringe.

   "I was naive. I didn't want it but I thought I had to since I was being called dumb for wanting to wait."

   Luke's throat clenched, eyes wide as he watched Michael's hands reveal his numb face.

   His lips quivered before continuing. "He told me he loved me. And apparently that was enough for me to stay, despite the pain."

   Feeling his waterline brim with tears, Luke's shaky hand reached out to comfort Michael.

   "M-Mike..."

   Shaking his head, the redhead gulped. "No, it's okay. I'm okay."

   It was the blonde's turn to shake his head as he squeezed Michael's shoulder.

   Giving a knowing look to him, he gulped and placed his hand at the nape of Michael's hair, caressing him gently.

   "It's not. You're not."

   Michael knew that, and now that Luke knew it too, he finally let go of his emotions that were being kept inside of him for too long.

   He launched himself into Luke's embrace, clenching his eyes shut, tears threatening to spill.

   He felt the blonde's comforting fingers draw circles on his back, maybe even a few hearts.

   Knowing that he could, he gasped for air as his body suddenly shook with sobs.

   That caused Luke to fully wrap his arms around his lover's back, lips tenderly kissing his shoulder as he cried.

  Harder than he ever had before.

   Luke's heart broke at the sound that he's never heard before, and never wants to hear again.

   "I'm so s-sorry," Michael whispered, sniffing as wiping his tears away.

   The blonde looked at Michael, confused. "No, don't be," he frowned, wiping the red fringe off of Michael's forehead.

   "I'm sorry that we've never had sex."

   Stunned for the second time that night, Luke bit his bottom lip in order to stay calm.

   "I haven't once expected sex from you, Michael." He felt the Michael's tears run down his shoulder and chest.

   But no matter what the blonde said to comfort the older boy, Michael continued to cry.

   And that was okay.

   "I've-I've never told anyone be-before," the redhead hiccuped, curling himself into the smallest ball that he could.

   That made Luke's first tear roll down his cheek as he continued to hold to shaking boy.

   Michael was never one to show much emotion, especially not the saddening kind.

   He felt as though he should act tough and brave. He was embarrassed of what happened.

   Michael always thought he was meant to be the biggest, baddest, strongest. So even the thought of crying made him sick to his stomach.

   But at that moment, he didn't care.
  
   At that moment, he felt safe to cry without being called bad names.

   "A-And, I feel so ashamed."

   Without another word, Luke cupped Michael's cheek and molded their lips together.

   The kiss tasted of salt from Michael's tears but that was the least of Luke's concern.

   "Don't think like that," he whispered, trying his best to keep Michael calm.

   The two stayed silent, Michael's breathing becoming even and the tears on his cheeks drying up.

   After adjusting themselves into a more comfortable position (Michael being the little spoon because he was crying), Luke pressed one last kiss to the back of his neck.

   "Love was ruined for me," Michael mumbled, pressing himself further back into the blonde's arms.

   "But I think I might just be in love with you."

   There was a five second silence.

   "Go to sleep, Michael. We've got school tomorrow," the blonde whispered, adjusting his head on the pillow.

   Michael tapped his fingers on his leg. "I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

  With a sigh of relief, Luke pressed his cheek into Michael's back. "Then we won't."

A/N:

I think I've actually got a grip of the story line. Hallelujah.

Back story of Michael in this chapter. Why he doesn't like to be called "babe", why he acted tough, etc.

Detailed thoughts please!

Can we get this chapter to 70 votes and 30 comments? I know it's possible guys :3

Thoughts on michael apologising for not having had sex with luke before?

Allowing luke to hold him despite having the pride of being the dominant of the two?

Vote & comment please!

QOTD: how old are you guys?