"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

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  Luke, however, was too busy eying Mikey to care.

  Mikey chuckled without humor, turning around slowly. But, before he could react, the smaller boys lips were pushed against his, Luke's hand wrapped around his face, holding Michael in place.

  He pulled away, pushing Luke back. "Luke, the hell was that?"

  Luke was frozen. "I... I..."

  Michael found his own eyes lowering slightly to Luke's lips as the boy tried apologizing. As if moved by instinct, Mikey stepped forwards, grabbing Luke and kissing him back.

  "Nevermind. I like it."

  Michael rocked against Luke, his hands holding tightly onto Luke's face as they kissed deeply.

  "We should... we should stop..." Luke muttered, his eyes closed.

  Mikey hummed. "Or... we could not."

  Luke's eyes flew open, and he froze. "What... what do you mean?"

  Looking around the living room with a smirk, Michael backed away, opening his arms. "I don't know. We wouldn't want to... get any gay on the floor."

  He blinked. "What?"

  "Well..." the plan was beginning the form in Michael's brain, and it was definitely some plan. "I mean, Liz said she'd have to vacuum after you and Calum hugged. Obviously... well, imagine how angry she'd be if she knew we were kissing in here."

  Luke was starting to get what Mikey was saying. "You mean... but I don't want to tell her I kissed you, in here or anywhere else."

  Sweet, innocent Luke. "We won't tell her. But maybe..." He stepped forwards again, connecting his lips with Luke's again, and the boy groaned against him, grabbing his jaw to keep him in the kiss. Michael started pulling away, but Luke didn't let him, grabbing him and pulling him back.

  Michael chuckled into the kiss, his hands finally landing on Luke's hips, dangerously low. "Why stop there?" he growled.

  Luke was about to object when Michael's hands found their way to a certain part of Luke's anatomy, and squeezed, cutting Luke off with his own moan. "Ooh, Mikey-"

  "Still unsure?" Mikey teased, shamelessly groping Luke through his pants. "Maybe I should just..." Luke grabbed at him, but Mikey jumped back, loosing all contact with Luke. "Go?"

  Luke almost growled, though on him it was more of a whimper. He lunged forwards, yanking Michael forwards and kissed him deeply, not giving him the option to pull away. Michael chuckled into the kiss, returning it with even more passion and vigor. He may have not been showing it, but Michael was enjoying himself just as much as Luke was, if not more.

  Michael put his hands on Luke's hips, but Luke grabbed one of them, putting it back over his covered bulge. "Mikey, do... do something."

  Mikey snickered into the kiss, not moving against Luke, not giving him what he wanted. "Oh yeah? Like... this?"

  He squeezed, a bit too hard, and Luke gasped, lurching against him. "You... fucking asshole."

  Michael kissed him again, humming into his mouth. "Mmm, Luke, open your mouth."

  Luke didn't dare argue, opening his mouth and letting Michael's tongue intrude, as the larger boy's hands expertly undid Luke's jeans, sliding into his boxers.

  Letting out a low gasp, Luke tried to stand up straighter, tried to assert some sort of dominance over Michael, but was met with another pain squeeze and a snicker.