carry me home

                                    

                                          
(shy!insecure!michael) (top!luke)
i really don't like how this turned out. i didn't go into enough detail and it felt really rushed from my perspective but whatever. i'm alive i just haven't had the time to update or anything.
(unedited)

                          
-

                          
luke smiles, gently rubbing michael's hip with his right hand from where his arm is wrapped around the smaller boy's waist. all he's wearing is luke's tee shirt (much too broad for him) and boxers, leaving the majority of his skin exposed.
                          
"luke, stop, that tickles," michael laughs quietly as he turns and looks up at his fiancé, who just continues to smile down at him.
                          
"you're adorable." luke murmurs, carefully pushing michael's glasses back up his nose.
                          
michael, blushing furiously, leans into him, hiding his face in luke's neck. "stop..." he whispers, tears forming in his eyes. michael can't decide if they're happy or sad.
                          
"you don't believe me," luke mumbles softly, face crumpling in realization.
                          
"m'sorry, luke i know you were trying to be sweet and i had to-"
                          
"shhh, it's alright, bubba, it's okay." luke gently lifts michael into his arms, the older boy curling into his chest as he's carried to the bedroom.
                          
luke sets michael down in front of the mirror, but he immediately whirls around and presses back into luke's chest.
                          
"c'mon baby, turn around."
                          
"luke, i'm not in the mood-"
                          
"i know, mike. i'm not forcing you into anything like that. just turn around and look at yourself." luke cuts him off, his hands lightly massaging michael's shoulders as he slowly turns him around.
                          
"i don't like this, i-"
                          
"shhh, love, shhh..." luke soothes gently, one hand rubbing the outside of michael's thigh and the other slowly pulling up the hem of his shirt.
                          
"l-luke..." michael trails off, his voice weak and shaky as he tries to push his (luke's) shirt back down over himself.
                          
luke slowly dips his head down and presses a soft kiss behind michael's ear. "just relax, sweetheart, look at how pretty you are. we're not going any further, baby, don't worry."
                          
michael whines softly, protesting when luke gets the shirt up all the way past his stomach. "n-no, luke-"
                          
"michael, honey, sweetie, kitten, just watch. watch, love," luke's hand slides up and brushes across michael's soft tummy, caressing slowly as it goes. "what don't you like about yourself?"
                          
michael turns sideways and stares into the mirror at himself. "my stomach," he whispers.
                          
luke continues to rub gently as he speaks, "what's not to like, baby boy? i love your cute little tummy, bub, you don't have to have abs. i don't have abs, yet you love me."
                          
and then for the first time in a while, michael starts to feel pretty. as luke slowly transitions between each of his insecurities, he's assuring michael that they're all perfect, and michael feels loved and cared for. he feels amazing.
                          
"feeling better, lovely?" luke smiles at him in the mirror, resting his chin on michael's shoulder and letting the shirt drop back down.
                          
michael nods hurriedly, his glasses slipping down his nose. he blushes and pushes them back up, a sheepish smile spread across his face.
                          
"c'mon, beautiful. let's get to sleep, yeah?" luke leans forward and kisses michael's cheek before leading him to the bed.
                          
luke pulls back the covers for michael to get in, letting him crawl under the covers and then pulling the blankets over him.
                          
he walks around to his side of the bed and slips in beside michael, rolling over to face him and kissing him softly.
                          
michael can't help but blush again when luke reaches up and slides off his glasses, placing them carefully on the nightstand. "thank you,"
                          
"michael, bub, now that we're engaged, you don't need to thank me for everything. i love you so much and if i do something for you, it's because i love you so much, and you don't have to thank me, okay?" luke smiles at the blushy, bashful boy in front of him, the timid nod he gives bringing a gentle coo from luke's mouth.
                          
"o-okay."
                          
"alright, kitten, close your eyes, it's late." luke kisses his forehead and lets michael snuggle into him, the smaller boy's head tucked under luke's.
                          
"i love you."
                          
"i love you too, baby, goodnight."