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Michael opened his window and watched Luke swing one of his long legs over the sill of his own window. The blonde went through the same process as he did a few nights before, stretching across and grabbing Michael's hand to be pulled in. 
                          
"Okay, one of these days you're gonna be the one stretching across." Luke groaned, squeezing through Michael's window. 
                          
"Hello." Michael smiled. 
                          
Luke sighed and straightened out his ruffle clothes. "Hi." 
                          
"So, what brings you here?"
                          
Luke glared. 
                          
"You." 
                          
"Me?" Michael questioned, amusement evident on his face as he cocked his head to the side. 
                          
Luke squinted his eyes at the colorful haired boy, eyes darting between his face and the growing problem in his own pants. Michael let out a huff of a laugh and turned to the game paused on his tv, walking over and grabbing his laptop hooked up by an HDMI. "I'm back guys." He said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. 
                          
Luke stared at him in shock, he was just gonna go back to playing his video games? 
                          
"Dingaling, where's twelvie?" 
                          
"Who the hell is Dingaling?" Luke asked, walking over and sitting next to Michael. 
                          
"My friend from Asia. I think he's Chinese or some shit." 
                          
"You make me feel so special." 
                          
"Shut the hell up, we have to finish this quest. Where is twelvie?" 
                          
"I kicked him out. He's was our weakest link, half the time we were saving his ass" 
                          
"Good- OH MY GOD." 
                          
"What, what?" Luke's eyes widened as he looked over at the screen. He didn't understand what was happening it looked like a fight or something. 
                          
"Dingaling, we just killed the evil kings tribe of war dogs. He's vulnerable now, we can kill him and win the quest." Michael squealed. 
                          
"Already on it. bye, Mike-turd." 
                          
"Wait, Dingaling- WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME. WE STARTED THIS TOGETHER." 
                          
"MY NAME IS YAO-MING." 
                          
Luke watched Michael in horror as angered and shocked squeaky sounds crawled out of his throat while he watched his character be slaughtered by his friend. 
                          
Michael let out a frustrated growl and slammed his laptop closed. "I created him. I took him under my wing and made him the amazing gamer he is today. How could he do that to me?" 
                          
"Maybe because you call him Dingaling." Luke shrugged. 
                          
"He will be receiving an angry kik message in the morning." Michael nodded. 
                          
Luke chuckled and Michael turned to him with a glare. "You think this is funny? it isn't. I've been on that quest helping Dingaling for almost a month and he killed me before we could share the victory." 
                          
"You think it's funny to invite me over here with the thought in my head that you may help me with my little problem and then go to playing video games?" 
                          
A smile cracked across Michael's face. "Help you with your little problem, huh? How do you suggest I do that?" 
                          
"Michael." Luke warned. 
                          
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. Please clarify." 
                          
Luke grabbed black device him Michael lap and sat it aside, swinging a leg over Michael's and pushing his back against the mattress. 
                          
"Holy shit." Michael breathed, looking up at the blonde boy above him. 
                          
Luke smirked and leaned over to press a kiss to his pale neck. Michael's breath caught in his throat as Luke nibbled gently on his collar bones exposed by his low cut v-neck. 
                          
"Oh, you-you really know what you're doing." Michael gulped. Luke hummed in response and Michael swallowed thickly. "You've done this before?"
                          
Luke pulled back and looked down at Michael amusedly. "You're a virgin? You're like eighteen."
                          
"Eighteen and really into World of Warcraft." 
                          
Luke chuckled and returned his face to Michael's neck, rutting his ass down against Michael's hips. "Luke, what're you doing?" Michael gasped. 
                          
"Blowing your virgin mind." 

                          
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