Luke yawned resting his head on Michael's shoulder.
They spent the whole day watching movies and eating popcorn, but now it was well past three in the morning and Luke was exaughsted.
"You tired, baby?" Michael whispered to the small boy.
Luke's heart skipped a beat as he shook his head, "No." He mumbled, hurrying his face further into the crook of Michael's neck.
Michael rolled his eyes as he picked up the blonde, carrying him to his 'dome'. He set the boy down gently on his bed, feeling a bit tired himself.
Before he could leave there was a small whisper, "Please stay."
Michael smiled and climbed under the covers with Luke, "Always."
And maybe it was the way Luke's blue eyes shone with the moonlight. Or it could have been his sweet voice putting him into a trance.
But he softly cupped Luke's cheek, pressing his chapped lips to Luke's soft ones.
And everything felt right.
