Fuck You, Luke

It wasn’t like Michael actually hated Luke. More like the opposite to be honest. Or at least most of him did. That little part inside of him, which had a tendency of peeking out, whenever Luke did something cute, something funny or even something stupid, didn’t feel exactly like he did. It wanted Luke oh so very badly, but Michael knew that, that could never happen. Hell. Michael knew that he could never have Luke in any way. They were bandmates, nothing more.

In which Michael has a demon inside him, that desires Luke more than good probably is.


3. Chapter 3

“Mikey?” Ashton’s voice sounded behind Michael in the foyer of the hotel. Michael turned around to face the drummer with a smile.

“Yeah?” Michael answered. He hadn’t expected to see the boys back so early; they’d asked if he wanted to come along to look at the city, but Michael had always been the one to stay back, because really; going outside? No thank you.

“Can we talk?” The drummer questioned as he caught up to Michael, who couldn’t help but wonder what this was about; But then again he might have a pretty good idea after all.

“Sure. Yours or my room?” Michael asked, already heading towards the elevators, to get to their floor. He felt Ashton following him, even though he didn’t say anything before they stood next to each other, waiting for the doors to the elevator, to open.

“Mine.” Ashton smiled when they entered the elevator. The ride up to their floor were silent, and Michael kept wondering what Ashton wanted, that he couldn’t just say to him in the lobby. Well he just really hoped it wasn’t about Luke, because if it was, he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to say.

Once the two of them reached Ashton and Luke’s room, and the door had closed around them, the two boys sat down. One on each bed, so they were facing each other.

“So, what’s up?” Michael asked, when Ashton didn’t say anything at first.

“Well I feel like you already have an idea, about what I want to talk to you about,” Ashton said, as though he’d been able to read Michael’s mind. “Am I right?” The drummer questioned. He was still smiling and Michael wondered why. If he was going to yell at him, tell him to get his shit together; Why would he be smiling? But then again, it was Ashton. He only ever stopped smiling, when he was drumming.

“Luke.” Michael peeped, telling Ashton what he’d been thinking this was about.

“Luke.” Ashton confirmed. Michael nodded at him, as to tell him to go on. “Michael what went down between the two of you?” Ashton asked and Michael could see the concern in his eyes, when he leaned forward with his hands placed on the bed, on each side of his knees.

“What-“ Michael started, as pictures started to flash before him. Pictures of Luke. Luke pinned against the wall with his mouth hanging slightly open. Luke thrown across the bed with his thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. Luke biting his lower lip to still the moans. Michael only just felt it coming creeping, before the darkness would be visible to the drummer. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to clear his mind. “What do you mean?” Michael questioned before he opened his eyes again, to look at Ashton.

“What happened?” Ashton asked again. “I mean, since you keep.. you know.. shutting him out and-“ Ashton tired to explain himself, and Michael understood, and cut him off.

“Oh! That! Uhm-” Michael exclaimed but his voice trailed off. What was he going to say? Nothing really happened between them, he just desired Luke very badly. Or well, the demon inside him did. He just really wanted Luke to be his boyfriend, but he knew it would never happen. But then again. Luke had wanted him to fuck him. Hadn’t he? “I can’t tell you, Ash.” Michael said and rubbed his face with one hand. It wasn’t exactly a lie, after all.

“Mikey seriously.” Ashton started and sighed before he continued. “We’re in a band, we cant just keep secrets like that.” He pleaded, trying his best to convince Michael to tell him what was going on, but it didn’t really seem to be working.

“Ash, I’m sorry but I can’t.” Michael said as he scratched at the back of his neck, and lifted an eyebrow. “Not right now.” He added, and hoped Ashton would accept for now.

“That’s what Luke said too.” Ashton sighed but then smiled again. “I’m the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on.” He said, but the smile didn’t leave his face.

“I’ll tell you soon, I swear.” Michael said and rose from the bed. “As soon as I’m ready to talk about it, I’ll come to you first.”  He promised and when Ashton nodded at him, he couldn’t help but smile back at his bandmate.

“Will you do something for me, though?” Ashton asked him, and Michael tilted his head slightly to the side, encouraging Ashton to go on. “Talk to him.” Ashton said and something in his eye made Michael nod.

“I will.”

Just then, the door to the room opened and Luke stepped inside. The surprise in Luke’s face were great when he saw Michael and Ashton in there. Almost immediately, Michael felt the darkness clouding his gaze and he looked at Luke.

The silence were heavy, but Michael’s head were spinning with all the things he wanted to say and do to Luke. He was being pulled back to reality though, when Ashton rose and walked towards the door.

“I suppose now is a good time, Mikey.” Ashton said and sent Michael a meaningful glance, that Michael knew exactly what meant. He didn’t have the time to answer though, because before he even thought of an answer, Ashton were gone and the door closed behind him.

“A good time for what?” Luke asked and stepped closer, when he and Michael were now alone. Luke now suddenly looking a little nervous, being alone with Michael. Not that Michael could blame him; he were usually rude to Luke, and the one time he wasn’t, they did think, Michael was a little scared to think about, this instant.

“Uh-“ Michael only said. He then blinked a few time, before getting it together. “Well- Ashton wanted me to talk to you about-“ Michael tried, but Luke cut him off.

“You told him!?” Luke shrieked, obliviously not thinking about what Michael might say or do, when he cut him off like that.

“I didn’t tell him anything!” Michael assured the blonde. “He wanted me to talk to you about the reason why I’m so.. Rude to you.. All the time.” Michael sighed. Since when did he start being so honest? Since when did he not think about having to explain himself after saying something? He didn’t really know, but the expression on Luke’s face just had him telling the truth. At least the truth about what he and Ashton had talked about.

“You know, I’d actually very much like to know that too.” Luke said and crossed his arms in his chest.

“I can’t tell you, Luke. Not now.” Michael said, but the voice inside of him suddenly started speaking. Sexy. He’s so sexy. Let’s have him. Michael tried his best to shut out the voices of the demon, but it was hard.

“Fine. Don’t tell me. I don’t care anyways.” Luke said and threw his hands in the air, as to put a big fat line under the words he just said. “But at least tell me what happened last night.” He added with a sigh.

“What- You pulled me in here.” Michael said, slightly confused.

“I was going to ask you, why you said those things at the interview.” Luke explained himself, still waiting for Michael to explain his actions.

“So you regret it?” Michael’s heart sunk in his chest and he wished he could just disappear.

“I don’t. I just want to know why.” Luke said, his voice much harder than he probably intended it to be. Luke never really yelled, but Michael felt like it he went any further without explanation, Luke was going to start yelling. He didn’t want to explain though, but suddenly the words just flew out of his mouth.

“Because I’m in love with you!” Michael’s eyes widened in surprise over his own bluntness and his face blushed crimson red. “Because I want you.” Added the demon in its deep raspy voice and if it was even possible, Michael blushed even harder.

“Well if you’re in love with me, why are you so rude?” Luke asked, his eyes just as wide as Michael’s. Michael just confessed, and Luke had not seen that coming. At all.

“Because you’re straight, Luke. We could never have you.” Michael said but didn’t realize how he said we, before the words had left his mouth. We. The Demon and him.

“Straight?” Luke scoffed. “Did I seem straight to you last night?” He asked, luckily for Michael, not noticing his word use before.

“Uhm-“ Michael stopped for a second to think.

“No. I’m not straight.” Luke said under his breath and sat down on his bed. He patted the spot next to him, asking Michael to sit down.

“So you’re-“ Michael started and flopped down next to Luke. Silence settled between them for a moment and when Michael didn’t continue, Luke took the word.

“I’m gay, yes.” Luke confirmed and when Michael’s jaw dropped, he couldn’t help put laugh a little at the other guitarist. “Pick up your jaw honey, you’re drooling.” Luke teased and Michael did as told.

“Fuck you, Luke.” Michael said and laughed at the other teen. For the first time actually saying something like that, without hurting Luke.

“If you’d please.” Luke smirked after biting lightly at his lower lip. He looked down at Michael’s beautiful lips and watched them move, as the other spoke.

With pleasure.” Came the voice of the demon inside Michael. Darkness appeared in Michael’s vision, and something forced him forward, not the he didn’t want to comply though, letting his lips collide with Luke’s.

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