Youngblood Muke OneShots

Youngblood

You push and you push and I'm pulling away, pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take

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    Luke told himself it would be the last time. He promised himself that he would no longer give in when Michael pushed. Yet, once again, Luke had somehow found himself lying in the same bed as the bleach blond man, their bodies sticky with sweat.

They never cuddled after sex, Michael wasn't like that, and Luke knew that in the morning he would wake up to an empty bed and an even emptier heart.

Luke wished their relationship was more than a fling. That Luke was more than a sexual release to Michael. He wished that Michael loved him the way that Luke loved Michael, and that their relationship wasn't kept hidden. He wished that Michael would dote upon him, scattering kisses across his cheek as they sat curled up together on the sofa. Luke wished that Michael would surprise him on days when the band didn't have a show that night, taking him sightseeing. He longed to wake up to the man's sea green eyes smiling down at him; to hear his voice, rough with sleep, as Michael told Luke that he loved him.

And Luke longed to say it back.

But Luke never voiced what he wanted. He never complained because he was scared. He feared destroying his relationship with Michael, to destroy the dynamics of the entire band. It wasn't just his love life at stake; his friends' careers at risk as well.

So Luke kept quiet. He suppressed the emotions that would rear their head whenever he woke up to an empty bed. He hid the hurt in his eyes whenever Michael acted as if there was nothing going on between them in front of Ashton and Calum.

He blamed himself.

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"I'm fucking over this, Michael!"

"Baby, what do you mean?" Michael only used nicknames when he wanted something. Luke knew this. Yet, they still managed to melt his heart and make his knees weak.

"You just use me!" Luke cried out. "You sleep with me and then you leave! And then you act as if nothing happened the next day! You don't love me!"

"But I do, Baby Boy. Of course I do." Oh, how cleverly Michael managed to avoid saying the three words Luke so desperately wanted to leave the man's lips. Michael pressed a kiss against Luke's jaw, the younger man's eyelids fluttering shut, a whimper escaping his lips.

Michael might not have loved Luke, but Luke loved Michael. Luke would do anything for Michael, even if it meant pushing aside his own emotions and settling for a physical relationship only. That's why Luke kept their secret hidden, why he never told Michael that he loved him, why he could never stay away from the green eyed man.

Michael made Luke weak, and Luke hated and loved every single bittersweet second of it.