Michael had pinned Lukes broad shoulders hard against the wooded walls of their shared home, sucking feverishly at the exposed skin of Lukes collarbones. Lukes black shirt hung loose against his torso making it easier for Michaels rough hands to roam his body. "Titties, ass and vagina" Luke murmured and moaned into the crook of Michaels neck. Michael froze and stood back, looking directly into Lukes eyes. "You fucking idiot your gay you dumbass god get a hold of yourself" before slapping Lukes cheek. Michael left Lukes side before walking into the cage of young kittens. He whispered to himself, "I am punk rock" before meowing at the cats.
Luke is now a drug addict and alcoholic and Michael is yet to come face to face with the fat that he isn't actually punk rock.
The end.
