When Our Lips Met

Luke’s POV
“Mikey.” I asked
“Yeah Luke?” He questioned picking his head up from my chest to look at me.
“Do you mind if I saw.” I wondering. He scrunched his eyebrows not knowing what I was talking about so I went on.
“Your cuts, could I see them?” I asked kind of regretting what I asked already.
“Oh, you already saw them, on my ar-”
“No. All of them.” I interrupted.
“You mean, you want me to take off my clothes?” He questioned. I bit my lip before nodding.
“But, it’s so gross.” He complained. I got up and pulled him along with me so we were standing in the middle of his floor facing each other. I reached down for the hem of him shirt and began lifting it over his head. He hesitated at first, but he eventually lifted his arms over his head and let me take the shirt off fully. I reached down and began to unbutton his jeans and tried pulling them down, failing because of how tight he liked to wear them.
“These are so tight.” I chucked.
“I know Luke, I’m fat. Please don’t rub it in.” He said. I snapped my head up and began shaking it rapidly.
“No, Mikey. That’s isn’t what I meant. They’re skinny jeans they’re supposed to be tight. I have the same problem.” I corrected myself, feeling guilty about making him think I was referring to him as fat. Because honestly, he is far from it. Instead of making me struggle, he easily pushed his jeans down his legs, then stepped out of them sighing.
“See, I’m disgusting. Now can I put my clothes back on?” He asked. I scanned his body up and down. He has cuts and scars up and down his legs. I let the words drift out of my mouth not regretting them once, because they were true
“Mikey, you’re beautiful.”
Mikey’s POV
“What?” I asked, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.
“Mikey, I hate seeing these cuts and scars all over you. It’s horrible to think of everything you went through that caused this. But, they are a part of you now, and they make you beautiful.” He explained.
“Are you sure you’re not blind?” I asked. “Because this is just disgusting.”
“Come on.” He said holding out his hand for me to grab it. I grabbed onto his hand allowing him to take control of me. He led me over to the mirror making me stand In front of it, and look at myself. Luke stood behind me and laid his chin down on my shoulder.
“Mikey, what so you see?” He questioned
“I see me, nothing important.” I shrugged looking at him in the mirror.
“Well, I see a boy who doesn’t know it, but he is beautiful. He may have some flaws, but everyone has flaws. That’s what makes them beautiful.” He told me. I smiled and I felt my cheeks heat up, causing Luke to chuckle.
“Awww Mikey’s blushing.” He cooed pinching my cheeks.
“Oh shut up you.” I chuckled, turning around and slapping him in the chest.
“Ouch, that hurt.” He pouted rubbing his chest.
“Oh be a man Luke.” I explained trying to act serious, but I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He laughed along before speaking again
“Come home, let’s go to bed.” He said grabbing a hold of my hand and bringing me back to my bed. I didn’t even bother putting my clothes back on, that was just too much work.
Luke plopped down on my bed bringing me with him. He was now slouching against my headboard, and I was in between his legs with my back laying on his chest. Luke put the blankets over us and wrapped his arms around me sighing.
“Oh Mikey, what would I do without you.” He asked. I scoffed, turning my head so I could look up at him.
“I think I should be the one asking that question.” I said. He smiled at me and tightened his arms around me, if that was even possible.
“Good night Mikey.” He whispered. I turned back around and laid my head down on his chest.
“Good night Lukey.” And with that, I was asleep. I actually slept that night, no tossing and turning, no nightmares, no nothing.
Luke’s POV (Again. Sorry got to add some things)
When Mikey went to sleep I decided to just stay up. I had to think. I don’t know what I was feeling and honestly it was scaring me. Mikey is just so amazing and every time he is around, I just get happier and my day gets better. I had to get my feelings straightened out before they go out of control. I have been trying to convince myself that I wasn’t gay, or Bi. But honestly I just don’t know anymore. With Mikey it’s different. I may not be gay, but for him there will always be an acceptations.

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