Behind Amber Eyes

Luke

It felt like Luke’s heart stopped beating when Michael called his name. He knew he was going to die now, and that his love was going to be the one behind the trigger. He felt Michael’s tough hands grip him and drag him outside of the room.

“Stand up,” he demanded. Reluctantly, Luke scrambled to his feet. He almost wanted to smirk at him for sounding so demanding, but he convinced himself that it was Korse speaking, and not his beloved Michael.

They walked down two flights of stairs, and through a dark hallway before Michael opened a door to a room and shit them both in.

Michael grabbed Luke’s collar and shoved him up against a wall.

“Notice anything different?” Michael asked. Luke studied the man up and down. There wasn’t anything that stood directly out.

“C’mon,” cooed Michael, whispering into Luke’s ear. His warm breath sent shivers up his back. Luke felt Michael press his body against him more. It took Luke all of his strength and will to keep his pants from bulging up.

“What is it?” Moaned Luke. Michael leaned his head back to look at Luke. It hit Luke then that Michael’s eyes were the dark hazel that he remembered them to be.

Michael laced his hands behind Luke’s neck and pulled his face forewords. “How about now?” He purred. Luke smiled and pushed Michael to the floor, climbing on top of him.

“I don’t know,” replied Luke, “I think you might need to remind me.”

With that, Luke crashed his lips onto Michael’s. Luke cradled Michael’s head in his hands as he explored the other man’s mouth with his tongue. Michael ran his hands up Luke’s back, bringing his fingers down with one quick stroke

Luke broke away for just a moment. “How did you do it anyways?” He asked, leaning over to kiss Michael’s neck.

“It wasn’t… that… difficult, “ he answered between moans. “ I-I just thought of… you.”

Luke felt Michael getting hard beneath him. The pressure between the two men began building up. Luke thought his pants were going to burst open any second. He reached down to unzip Michael’s pants, but his hand stopped him.

“L-later,” he moaned. “W-we can’t do it in h-here.”

Luke frowned, but smiled and kissed Michael when he realized that that didn’t matter. The man he loved was back, and now Luke could have him forever.

A question popped into Luke’s mind. “Why did Jet die?”

Michael looked up. He furrowed his brow. “I’m not sure,” he answered warily. “I managed to get away, so if anything, Korse should be able to control Jet even better.”

Luke stood up, releasing his grip from Michael. “Something’s not right,” he said. This wasn’t Michael. Jet couldn’t possibly be dead. Thoughts whirled violently about in his head. Maybe Michael was lying about being free from Korse. Maybe Korse was using Michael as a vessel to satisfy himself. The room spun around Luke. He gripped the wall for support as he felt himself start to get light headed.

“Woah there.” Luke felt Michaels arms wrap around him, steadying him. Luke allowed himself to be held by the other man.

“I shouldn’t have been that forceful to you, I knew it would take some time to believe, but I’ll do whatever it takes for you to believe me again,” he whispered. Luke buried his head into Michael’s chest, and allowed himself to be rocked back and forth, softly and slowly.

Notes

It's short but it's cute :) I was 20 days late sheesh I'm sorry guys. Thanks for sticking around this long. I promise i won't leave like that ever again haha.