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Michael knew that Luke was doing a photoshoot today, since even in-between band commitments they were in contact pretty much every few hours, and that meant he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he heard his phone buzz in the rhythm he’d set for the group chat. Luke usually sent them selfies whenever he started trying on new outfits, and Michael was pretty certain that Calum and Ashton were in Calum’s pool and not checking their phones. He paused his game and picked up his phone, expecting Luke to look good since he always did, but not thinking there’d be anything out of the ordinary.
Instead, he got a photo of Luke smirking into the mirror, wearing thigh-high boots and something that ended a few inches before the boots, exposing his thighs. Michael honestly couldn’t have described what Luke was wearing, since as soon as he noticed the boots he couldn’t look at anything else.
Holy FUCK Luke, he typed, his brain still short-circuiting too much for him to come up with anything else. His mind whirled with half-realized fantasies.
I like these boots, Luke sent back.
Keep them, Michael texted frantically, before going back to staring at the photo. I don’t even know what I want to do with you in those boots but please keep them.
No fantasies? Luke asked. Michael could practically see the pout and nope, no, he couldn’t think about Luke pouting right now, he was on the verge of hyperventilating as it was.
Too many, he replied honestly. And I can’t make you step on me and blow you and fuck you and have you fuck me and do a thousand other things all at the same time.
Oh, okay! So you like them?
YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU KNOW HOW HOT YOU LOOK OF COURSE I LIKE THEM
Luke reacted to that text with the laughing emoji because he was an adorable millennial dork and then stopped responding, presumably going back to modeling. Because, somehow, Michael had landed a boyfriend who was hot enough to have an entire modeling career on the side. He groaned in frustration and shoved a hand down his pants, jerking himself off quickly and never quite managing to land on a single, solid fantasy, just the image of Luke smirking at him in those fucking boots.
A few hours later, after Calum and Ashton had sent similarly incoherent texts to the group chat and Luke had responded with a few more pictures, frustratingly not featuring the boots (but featuring some nice makeup and a fur coat that made him look, in Calum’s words, like a widow who’d murdered her sugar daddy), Michael gave up on being remotely normal about any of this and asked Luke to come to his place for dinner.
Luke let himself in while Michael was trying to figure out if he even could cook anything for him or if he’d need to order food. “Oh, thank fuck,” Michael muttered, closing the fridge and meeting Luke in the front hallway, shoving him up against the wall and kissing him hard before Luke could even say hello. Luke kissed back enthusiastically but started giggling after a second. Michael, undeterred, just redirected his attention to Luke’s neck.
“Did you invite me over just to jump me?”
“Yes,” Michael admitted, biting on Luke’s neck. “Unless you don’t want to be jumped. And I’ll feed you? Preferably after, but before is okay if you’re too hungry to wait.”
“I’m okay with being jumped,” Luke said, gasping when Michael started sucking a mark on his neck, his mouth watering like it had been all damn day whenever he thought about that picture. “But I left the boots in the car, so—“
“Go, please,” Michael said, forcing himself away from Luke’s neck. Luke still had traces of makeup on his face and it was driving him wild, even though he was back in casual clothes.
“Okay, baby,” Luke said with a laugh, looking a little wide-eyed. Michael was sure he looked absolutely feral, and it was good that they’d been together for ages, because he would probably be scaring Luke a little bit otherwise. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, pecking Michael on the lips and darting back out the front door. He returned a moment later with a shoebox that he waved playfully in the air, grinning at the way Michael’s eyes followed it. “Thought of anything specific yet?” Luke asked.
“Wanna blow you,” Michael responded. He still wanted to do a thousand other things too, but the way Luke had been sitting with his legs spread had been haunting him and his damn mouth kept watering.
“Okay, give me a second to change,” Luke said, Michael whimpering as he retreated into the bathroom. “They’re not easy to put on and that’s not sexy,” Luke pointed out.
“Oh, trust me, I’ll think it’s sexy,” Michael said.
Luke blushed despite the cocky smirk on his face. “Okay, but indulge me, I promise I’ll be quick.”
“Fine,” Michael said, taking off his hoodie as Luke closed the bathroom door since he was already starting to feel too hot for it and then ditching his jeans a moment later.
Luke was true to his word and a minute later he was walking out of the bathroom, in a loose t-shirt that Michael was pretty sure was actually his and the boots and nothing else and Michael was so turned on he could cry. “Ta da,” Luke said playfully, spinning around and drawing Michael’s attention to the heels because of fucking course the boots had heels too—relatively low ones, but Luke didn’t need much to tower over him.
“I need you so fucking bad,” Michael admitted, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him to the living room, shoving him on the couch and dropping to his knees between Luke’s legs, finally letting himself trail his hands down the boots, the warmth of Luke’s skin already bleeding through the thin leather. “Please, baby,” he said, pressing a desperate kiss to Luke’s thigh, just above the top of the boot. He got to see Luke’s bare legs all the fucking time, so he didn’t know why they were ruining him so much right now, but he couldn’t think about anything else.
“Do whatever you want,” Luke said, finally sounding like this was getting to him a fraction of the amount it was getting to Michael.
Michael sucked on Luke’s skin for a moment, pulled away and pressed a few kisses to his thigh and to the edge of the boot, resisting the urge to throw himself at Luke’s feet and start licking and wow that wasn’t a kink he knew he had, and wrapped a hand around Luke’s half-hard cock, taking half of it into his mouth immediately and sucking hard. It was a relief to actually have something in his mouth after craving it all day, and he moaned around Luke’s cock, trying to get him hard as quickly as he could so he could go back to touching his thighs and the damn boots with both hands.
“Holy shit, baby, you weren’t kidding,” Luke gasped, tangling a hand in Michael’s hair.
Michael whimpered, dropping his hand and taking Luke into his throat, ignoring his gag reflex and letting himself rest one hand on Luke’s ankle, fingers wrapped around his calf, and the other hand on the top of Luke’s thigh, where he could feel him and just a hint of the leather. His mind was spinning as much as it had been all day, but he was finally able to focus on just one thing, since there wasn’t room for other fantasies with how hot what was actually happening was. He sucked harder, trying to satisfy himself even though he wasn’t certain he would ever be able to get enough of Luke, not when he could still do this to Michael after years of seeing him nearly every day and having regular sex.
“Baby, close,” Luke warned Michael after a few minutes. Michael just kept sucking, patting Luke quickly on the thigh to acknowledge that he’d heard him. He didn’t want to stop, but he also really wanted to make Luke come, and maybe once he got Luke off he could take care of himself, which he really needed to do even though he’d jerked off early that afternoon and again before Luke came over. Luke groaned when he came down Michael’s throat and Michael sucked him through it, swallowing repeatedly until Luke gently pushed him away. “Fuck, that was good,” Luke said, petting Michael’s hair. “What do you want?”
“Step on me,” Michael begged, too far gone to be embarrassed. “Step on me and—“ he cut himself off, pulling one of Luke’s boots between his legs and grinding against it instead of trying to explain.
“Fuck,” Luke breathed, resting his other boot on Michael’s thigh and pressing down gently. “This good?”
“So good,” Michael panted, humping Luke’s leg harder through his underwear. “You’re so fucking hot in these,” he said, resting his head on Luke’s thigh and mouthing at it again.
“Thanks,” Luke responded, shifting his leg to give Michael a better angle to hump it. “I’ll wear anything that does this to you,” he said quietly, making Michael moan at the concept of anything else Luke wore being this hot. He came hard a moment later, grinding against Luke’s leg through his orgasm and only lifting himself off of it when he finished coming because he was afraid of ruining the leather when his come seeped through his underwear.
“Fuck,” Michael muttered after a moment, still shuddering. “Fuck, that was so good.”
“You really, really weren’t kidding,” Luke said, giggling and slumping back against the couch, his hand still in Michael’s hair. “Good thing I actually kept them.”
“I would have killed you if you didn’t,” Michael said, closing his eyes and relaxing against Luke’s leg. “I had to jerk off twice this afternoon.”
Luke whistled. “Damn. Think you have a bit of a boot kink?”
“Apparently, given, well,” Michael said dryly, lifting his hand off Luke’s thigh and waving it around to indicate the whole situation.
“News to you too?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve always thought you—and Cal and Ash—were hot in boots, but they’ve always just been part of your normal outfits, so you were like. Normal hot. Not makeup and thigh-highs hot.”
“This could be a normal outfit,” Luke said. “Well. Obviously with something covering my dick.”
“If you’re going to start wearing these in public,” Michael said, tapping Luke’s leg. “I need at least a week’s warning. Maybe a cock cage, not even as a kink thing, just for the sake of modesty.”
“I’ll keep you updated,” Luke promised. “Also, how are you feeling?”
“Good,” Michael said. “You?”
“Also good. Are you up for dinner good, or do you need some more time?”
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Michael said, lifting up his head to look at Luke, who shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t about to turn you down. I can order food if you don’t want to cook.”
“No, I promised you dinner, I’ll order,” Michael said, standing up on shaky legs, gratefully accepting Luke’s hand to help him up. “I don’t actually have food in the house, I just needed an excuse to get you over here.”
“You realize that you’re allowed to ask me to come over just for sex.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Michael protested, even though he had definitely asked Luke to come over just for sex plenty of times before. He found his phone and quickly ordered Mexican for both of them after checking that Luke was okay with that, and then stumbled upstairs to rinse off and change. He was a little disappointed that Luke had taken off the boots and stolen a pair of Michael’s sweatpants by the time he got back downstairs, but it was probably for the best for Michael’s sanity and his dick, so he didn’t whine about it (too much).