Michael
"So, how did your date go?" Ashton asked and Michael laughed as he played a random riff he came up with.
"Great. I appreciate your help man, saved us from the awkward 'looking for a parking space' part." Michael thanked him and Ashton shook his head.
"Anything for my favourite homos." Ashton chuckled as he spun a drumstick around in his hand. "What'cha playin' there?"
"It's something I came up with? You like?" He asked and Ashton nodded. "I wrote it a long time ago. In fact, I wrote an entire song around it."
"What's it called?"
"I never named it, so untitled currently." Michael laughed as he looked outside of Ashton's garage.
"Play me the song." Ashton grinned as he leaned back and put his legs on top of his floor tom. "Come on, Clifford. Play me a tasty lick. Serenade me."
"Only if you never say, 'play me a tasty lick', again. Ever." Michael bargained and the older boy agreed as he pushed his slightly long hair out of his face.
"Deal. Now hit me."
"Kinky." Michael snorted and then started playing his riff again. "I'm exposing you-"
"Stop stalling and play me your song." Ashton whined and Michael nodded as he tried to remember how go play his own song.
"I don't really sing, but okay. Here I go." Michael breathed out and Ashton smiled happily as he watched.
"You're telling me the same old story, and that I need to change," he sang, shaking off the shiver that ran up his spine. "If you're not living my life for me, you make it feel that way..."
When he finished, Ashton was clapping and laughing over how sassy the song was. "Who's heart did you break, man?" Ashton asked and Michael tuned his guitar since his D string was a little sharp.
"I dated this girl for awhile, and since I'm gay, you can guess how that went." Michael admitted as he chuckled. "Being brought up in a Catholic family kind of... limited what I could and couldn't do. But since we moved, and my parents aren't like as big of followers as my extended family, they're more laid back with who I am."
"I'm sorry man." Ashton apologized and Michael shrugged. "Where did you move from anyways?"
"San Fran, so not horribly far, but still a distance." Michael answered. "I'm speaking of, my friend Iain is throwing a Halloween party. I'll drive if you, Cal, and Luke wanna go."
"Halloween is on a Tuesday-"
"The weekend after man. Who throws a party on Tuesday?" Michael laughed as Ashton shrugged. "Dress up and you're in."
"Maybe. I'll see. I'm not a party person." Ashton reminded and Michael nodded.
"Clearly, you're in joggers and a batman shirt." Michael pointed out and Ashton flipped him off.
"They're my sister's old clothes. I have to do laundry today and she let me borrow them." Ashton huffed as he sat up. "I'll let you know though, I should be free."
"Ask Calum for me, yeah? I'll ask Luke, we're planning on hanging out later on anyways." Michael hummed as he turned his amp off.
"Where you taking him now? Asia?" Ashton teased and Michael flipped him off.
"No, we were just heading for a run. He's been dragging me out at like midnight to go running with him." Michael rolled his eyes. "Throws rocks at my window and everything."
"That's so gay." Ashton coo'ed as he held his heart. "Oh my gosh, you guys are so cute."
"Shut up." Michael blushed as he looked down at his combat boots. "You're trash. Stop."
"I want something cute like that, but I live in a one story house and if I woke up to someone outside my window, I'd scream like a little bitch." Ashton laughed and Michael covered his mouth as he snorted.
"You're a screamer, aren't you, Ash?"
"Fuck you."
The two laughed and Ashton hit the crash cymbal before spinning his drumstick in his hand. "Let's play something. Play anything." Ashton told him and Michael nodded as he began playing Nirvana. "I love you more and more every day."
"And you call me gay." Michael snickered as they began playing together.
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"What are you listening to, flower?" Michael asked as the two ditched the running part of their late night run, for a walk. They were on a walk right now.
"Uh... Blackbear." Luke answered and turned his bluetooth off as he let his headphones rest around his neck. "You wanna listen?"
"I don't know who this mysterious Blackbear is, but sure. What's the name of the song?" He asked and Luke turned the music back on, letting it play loudly out of his phone.
"It's called Chateau. I like it a lot." Luke answered as they continued walking, the cold air seeming to leave Michael umbothered but not Luke.
He noticed the boy holding his arms, and he unzipped his hoodie. "Are you cold?" He asked and Luke looked at him. "You can have my sweater."
"You're in a tank-top."
"I'm also not cold." Michael chuckled and tried handing the gray hoodie to Luke. "Take it, babe. I don't mind. If I get cold, I'll just hug you."
"Hugs? Okay, gimme it now." Luke whined and Michael tsk'ed as he pulled it away, not liking the tone he used.
"Ah ah ah, where's my please, baby?"
"Really Michael?" Luke asked and the older boy nodded, a sly smile on his lips as Luke tried reaching for the hoodie.
"Mhm. Where's my please?"
"Please gimme the hoodie, Mikey. Please?" Luke huffed and Michael handed it to him. He put it on quickly and then smiled. "You sounded like a dad right there."
"Daddy more like." Michael joked and Luke rose an eyebrow at him.
"Speaking of..." Luke trailed off and Michael hummed, wondering why he wasn't as embarassed as he should have been as Luke spoke. "Calum said you were saying 'daddy' in your sleep."
"Was I?"
"Would Calum lie?"
"I don't know." Michael shrugged as Luke bit his bottom lip. "What are you implying here, flower?"
"That maybe... I dunno... you have a daddy kink?" Luke asked and Michael shrugged it off though he most definitely knew he had one.
"Wouldn't know."
Luke stood in front of Michael, and the older boy stopped, staring at him with a risen eyebrow. "Yes?" He asked and Luke smiked sweetly.
"If you have a daddy kink, you can tell me." He seemed to promise. "I'm not going to make fun of you for it, as long as you keep calling me flower, and never call me princess."
"Can I call you kitten?"
"I mean... if you want. I'm fine with that." Luke shrugged and Michael pulled the smaller boy close. "Just... Just never princess, or babygirl."
"Ima' call you prince, cause that's just what you are, a lil' prince." Michael smiled and they shared a kiss as Luke learned forward to connect their lips.
"Be my little prince, sweetheart?" Michael asked quietly as his heart pounded against his ribcage. "We went on one date, but I genuinely feel like we don't need another for me to ask you to be my boyfriend."
"Will we go on a second one as boyfriends if I agree?" Luke questioned and Michael nodded when they pulled away to meet each other's eyes.
"Of course." Michael answered and Luke wrapped his arms around the older boy's neck as he slid his arms around his waist.
"Then yes." Luke smiled and Michael just wanted to pick him up and twirl him around like in the movies. "Yes daddy, I'd like to be your's."
"Remind me to never sleep around you anymore, I talk a lot in my sleep." Michael huffed and Luke just laughed as he leaned his head in Michael's chest.
"Remind me to wear my cutest and kinkiest clothes around you." Luke hummed and Michael scoffed.
"Just watch, little boy. You'll see what happens when you pull stunts like that on me." He warned and Luke giggled ad he pulled away and walked backwards from Michael.
"You'll have to catch my first, daddy." He winked before running off.
"What did I get myself into?" Michael asked himself as he shook his head, running after the seventeen year old.