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August 2018
Luke slumped dramatically against Gabe’s bedroom doorframe, arms crossed, mouth twisted into the most pathetic pout he could muster. “You two are literally the worst people alive and that’s saying something because Trump is still alive,” he declared.
Gabe, who was tugging on a clean T-shirt, didn’t even glance over. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous,” Luke whined, pushing off the door and stepping fully inside. Youngjae was perched on the edge of the bed tying his trainers, and Luke aimed his misery at him next. “Back me up.”
Young snorted. “Absolutely not.”
Luke gasped, hand slapping to his chest. “Traitor.”
Young glanced up at him, fond and amused, but firm. “Luke, we told you. It’s not that you’re not invited. You’re still healing.”
“Still healing,” Luke mocked under his breath. “You make it sound like I’m ninety years old.”
Gabe finally looked over, brow raised. “Dude, it’s barely been a month.”
“Exactly,” Luke cut in. “A month! I can lift my arms. I can move. I can do everything a normal person can do—”
“Except run,” Gabe said.
“Or jump,” Young added.
“Or lift heavy things,” Gabe threw in.
“Or get shoved in a crowded house by drunk idiots,” Young finished flatly.
Luke glared at both of them. “You’re enjoying this.”
“A bit, yeah,” Gabe admitted.
Luke threw his hands up. “You two are going to have fun without me!”
“It’s a house party,” Young said dryly. “We’re not going to Ibiza.”
“A house party full of people we know,” Luke stressed. “Alcohol. Music. Chaos. I want chaos!”
“Jesus Christ,” Gabe muttered.
Luke huffed and planted himself on the edge of the bed right beside Young. Their thighs almost touched. Luke pretended not to notice. Young very much noticed.
“Listen,” Luke said, “if you don’t let me come, I swear to God I will sneak out with Eli, and we will arrive fashionably late and drunk. Both of us. Drunk. Together.”
Gabe paused mid-zip of his hoodie. “You wouldn’t.”
Luke raised one eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I?”
Young groaned and rubbed his temples. “Luke, you literally cried a few days ago because you sneezed too hard.”
“It pulled my stitches!” Luke protested.
“Exactly.”
“That was almost a week ago!“
Gabe leaned against his desk, arms crossed the way he always did when he was about to be overprotective and annoying. “I’m not being mean. I’m being sensible. If anything happened to you because we let you run around a rager barely a month after surgery—”
“Let me?” Luke snapped. “I don’t need permission!”
“You do when you’ve got surgical drains—”
“I DON’T HAVE DRAINS ANYMORE!”
Young lifted both hands. “Okay, okay, Jesus. We hear you.”
Luke crossed his arms again and turned away dramatically. “Good. Because I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not,” Gabe said bluntly.
“I am,” Luke said, louder this time. Gabe pened his mouth again, but Luke beat him to it. “If you don’t let me come,” Luke said sweetly, “I’ll tell Mom you drank half a bottle of tequila last week and filled the rest up with water so she wouldn’t realise.”
Gabe blanched. Young choked.
Luke smirked. “Thought so.”
Young pinched the bridge of his nose. “Luke, you are an actual menace.”
Luke batted his eyelashes. “So can I come?”
Gabe looked stressed. Young looked amused. And Luke? Luke looked ready for chaos.
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The garden was already thumping with music by the time they arrived, fairy lights strung between trees and the faint smell of smoke drifting from somewhere deeper in the crowd. Teenagers were lounged everywhere—on the grass, on the porch steps, hanging out of windows. It was chaotic, loud, messy… and exactly the kind of night Luke had wanted.
But now that he was here? He clung to Eli and Nate like Velcro.
Luke nursed a plastic cup of something fizzy and weak, hovering beside the picnic table as Eli chattered animatedly about the gross fashion choices of the Juniors who would soon be seniors. Nate stood behind him, arms draped lazily around Eli’s waist, laughing into his neck whenever Eli said something particularly unhinged.
Across the yard, Gabe and Youngjae were laughing with their old lacrosse teammates. UGH. They were all so fucking tall, loud and annoyingly attractive. Actually, they were the douchebags Luke had avoided like the plague for years when they had still been in school. They were tossing a ball around, shoving each other, talking in their booming “I-play-a-sport” voices.
Luke grimaced. “I hate them.”
“You hate everyone,” Eli reminded him cheerfully.
“No,” Luke corrected, “I hate them specifically. As a concept. As a species.”
Nate laughed. “Seriously though, why? They seem fine.”
Luke gave him a look of sheer betrayal. “Nate… you didn’t know me back then, but they made me a ‘token mascot’ in freshmen year because I was small and they thought it was funny.”
“Oh,” Nate blinked. “Yeah, that’s… not great.”
“And they used to call me ‘baby Davies’,” Luke continued, “because Gabe was their precious golden boy captain.”
“That is funny,” Eli said, sipping his drink.
Luke shoved him. “Shut up.”
Truthfully, the worst part wasn’t the lacrosse team. It was the way Young kept glancing over at him. Just a flick of his eyes. A tiny look. Barely anything at all. But Luke felt every single one like a candle lighting inside his ribs.
“Luke,” Eli sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “you’re staring again.”
“I am not.”
“You are absolutely staring,” Nate agreed.
Luke snapped his attention away from Young so fast he nearly got whiplash. “I’m not allowed to look at my friends now?”
“We’re your friends,” Eli reminded him. “He is your… complicated trauma ghosts.”
Luke kicked him.
Eli yelped. “Ow! You feral little—”
But before he could finish, the lacrosse boys erupted into loud whoops. Someone had clearly made a stupid catch or tackled someone unnecessarily. Luke rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in his head.
“See?” he muttered. “That’s why I’m staying right here.”
Eli leaned his head on Luke’s shoulder and stage-whispered, “If Youngjae comes over here, you will drop us so fast.”
Luke shoved him again, face burning. “Absolutely not.”
“Liar,” Nate said, smiling.
Luke didn’t deny it, because he wouldn’t. He would run to Young, even if he tried desperately not to want to. But for now, he stayed firmly between Eli and Nate, refusing to let himself drift toward the gravitational pull that was Wi Youngjae. Not when showing up at this party had already been risky enough.
Eli had been patient (or, well, Eli’s version of patient) for precisely half an hour before he cracked. Luke should’ve known it was coming. Eli’s eyes kept darting between Luke and Young like he was watching a tennis match. Every time Young laughed too loudly across the garden, Eli’s eyebrows shot up. Every time Luke subtly (or not so subtly) glanced toward him, Eli’s mouth twitched like he was physically resisting saying something.
Finally, Eli couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Okay,” he blurted, grabbing Luke’s arm as if he was about to make a run for it. “What the hell is going on between you two?”
Luke nearly choked on his drink. “W–What?”
“Don’t play innocent,” Eli said, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I can smell secrets.”
“That’s not a talent,” Nate said.
“It absolutely is,” Eli shot back before returning to Luke. “Spill. Now. I’m losing my mind.”
Luke stared at him. Then at Nate. Then back at Eli, who looked as if he was seconds from combusting. He sighed, shoulders sinking. “Okay… fine.”
Eli brightened so violently he could’ve been plugged into the mains.
Nate leaned in too, curious. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready, you know.”
But Luke was ready. He was tired of hiding parts of himself from the people who knew him best. He lowered his voice, even though the music was loud enough that no one nearby could possibly hear. “Youngjae and I are together.”
Eli froze. Nate blinked. The music thumped in the background. Then Eli shrieked. Not loudly (miraculously), but in that tiny, high-pitched, dolphin-like way he reserved for moments of pure chaos. “WHAT?“
Luke grabbed his arm. “Be quiet!”
“I knew it,” Eli hissed. “I fucking knew it. The longing looks? The weird tension? The fact that Young keeps staring at you like you invented oxygen?”
“I—Eli, please,” Luke begged, face blazing.
Nate laughed softly. “Congratulations. Seriously. That’s really lovely.”
Eli slapped Nate’s arm. “Lovely? No. This is iconic. Historical. Revolutionary. Sexy! I need details. Immediately. Have you guys fucked yet? If so, which hole? Is that too much? Please, I need details, Luke. Now!”
Luke groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re such a nightmare.”
“So Youngjae’s your boyfriend?” Nate beamed, ignoring Eli completely.
“Yeah,” Luke said quietly. “He is.”
I’m really happy for you, Luke. You deserve this.”
Luke’s chest warmed. It felt good to say it out loud.
But then the warmth fizzled into nerves because Eli asked, “Wait… does Gabe know?”
Luke winced. “No.”
Eli’s jaw dropped. “LUKE.”
“I’m going to tell him,” Luke insisted. “I just… need the right moment. He’s already dealing with so much, and I don’t want to overwhelm him.”
Nate nodded thoughtfully. “That’s fair. Timing matters.”
Eli threw his hands up. “Fine. But if he finds out from anyone else, including me, I am shoving you into a locker. I don’t care that you’re valedictorian. I will fold you like laundry.”
Luke snorted. “Okay.”
Eli slung an arm around him dramatically. “Now come on. Tell me everything. When did it start? Was there kissing? How much kissing? Did he confess? Did you confess? Are you two being cringe?”
Luke groaned again, but Nate was laughing and Eli was already dragging him closer.
Across the garden, Young glanced over again, and for once Luke didn’t look away because now he didn’t have to hide who he loved from the people who loved him most.
Luke almost didn’t hear the rest of Eli’s rambling because one stupid, devastatingly honest word was still echoing in his head.
Love.
He hadn’t meant to let it settle in his chest like a truth he’d been tiptoeing around for months. But the moment it crossed his mind, it was like something clicked into place.
Just as sure as he was when he was in the hospital, Luke was sure right now too that he loved Youngjae. He loved him in that stupid, messy, terrifying way where even the sound of his laugh could make Luke feel weightless. He loved him enough to want more than stolen moments and hidden kisses. He loved him enough to want to say it out loud. Properly. Without fear.
And god, he really hoped Youngjae felt the same.
Luke’s heart hammered at the thought, a shaky excitement curling through him. He needed to tell him. Soon. Maybe tonight?
He looked across the garden again at Young. This time Young wasn’t laughing with the lacrosse boys. His expression was more focused, eyes skimming the crowd until they landed directly on Luke. Something unreadable passed across his face before he turned and slipped quietly into the house. He didn’t look back, but as he disappeared through the door, his fingers brushed the frame in a subtle gesture.
A signal.
A quiet follow me.
Luke’s pulse jumped.
Eli was still chattering away next to him, but Luke placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’ll be back. Need the bathroom,” he lied quickly.
Eli raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. Suspicious.”
“Shut up,” Luke muttered, already moving.
He slipped inside the house and tried to look casual as he wove through groups of drunk college students. The music was louder here, bass thumping through the floorboards. The hallway light flickered. Someone had spilled alcohol across the carpet.
None of it mattered.
He spotted Young at the end of the corridor near the staircase. Young didn’t say a word. He just met Luke’s eyes and then tilted his head upstairs. Luke swallowed hard and followed. His heart pounded all the way up the steps. The house’s second floor was quieter, empty except for a couple making out sloppily against a wall. Young ignored them, opening a random bedroom door and slipping inside. Luke went in after him and quietly shut the door behind them.
The room was dimly lit, music muffled through the walls. It smelled faintly of someone’s cologne. Young stood by the bed with his hands in his pockets, shoulders tense and eyes fixed on Luke in that intense way he always had. Only now it didn’t send Luke spiralling in confusion, it lit something warm in his stomach.
Young let out a breath, stepping closer. “I didn’t mean to drag you away,” he murmured. “I just wanted a minute with you to check in.”
Luke’s throat tightened. God. This was it. This was exactly what he wanted. “I needed one,” Luke said quietly.
Young blinked at him, softening. “Yeah?”
Luke nodded, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. His heart felt like it was trying to climb out of his chest.
He was going to say it.
He was really going to say it.
But for the moment, he just looked up at Youngjae, the boy he had somehow, impossibly, undeniably fallen in love with, and felt his breath catch.
Young reached out, fingertips grazing Luke’s wrist. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a whisper, like he already knew the answer mattered.
Luke licked his lips, gathering the courage that had been building all night. “Nothing,” he breathed. “I just… need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
Luke opened his mouth, the words I love you dancing right on the edge of his tongue, finally ready to spill out.
But a sudden burst of giggling right outside the door made him flinch violently.
Young reacted just as fast, stepping away from him like they’d practised this for years. Luke’s heart nearly fell out of his chest as the doorknob rattled, a pair of tipsy voices whispering, “This room’s free, right?” When the door didn’t open, because apparently Luke had locked it without even realising, the laughter thankfully drifted down the hall. Only when the footsteps faded completely did Luke release the breath he’d been strangling in his throat.
Young met his eyes again, both of them startled and breathless. “Jesus,” he whispered.
Luke huffed a shaky laugh. “I swear, we’ve got the worst timing.”
“Always have,” Young murmured. “Come here.”
They gravitated back toward each other like magnets. Luke’s hand brushed Young’s, and their fingers laced instinctively before they both sat on the edge of the bed, knees touching. It felt private in this room, all soft and quiet, like they were suspended in their own little universe despite the noisy party downstairs.
“You okay?” Young asked, voice low, thumb brushing circles on the back of Luke’s hand.
Luke nodded. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”
Young shifted so he could face him more fully. “Nervous? What for?”
Luke couldn’t speak.
“You were going to tell me something before we got interrupted,” Young said.
“I was,” Luke breathed, cheeks burning. “But we can… get to that in a sec. I need to tell you something else first.”
Young’s brow lifted. “Alright.”
Luke swallowed, gathering the courage he needed. “I told someone about us.”
Young blinked. “About… us us?”
“Yeah.” Luke nodded, staring at their joined hands. “I told Eli and Nate tonight.”
A pause.
Then Young let out a breathy little laugh, one of relief, not mockery. “Good,” he said, smiling down at their hands. “I’m glad you did.”
“You are?”
“Luke,” Young nudged him gently, “you’ve been carrying this huge secret on your own for months and I’ve hated that. I’ve hated watching you lie or sidestep questions because of me.”
Luke’s chest softened at that.
Young’s thigh brushed his, warm and steady. “I’m happy someone else knows. You deserve to talk about this with your friends.”
Luke’s heartbeat fluttered. “Eli freaked out a bit, but he’s fine now. They’re both happy for me. For us.”
Young’s smile widened, proud and tender all at once. “Good. That makes me really happy. I like them. They’re really nice.”
Luke looked up at him then. The words he really wanted to say bubbled back up in his throat, trembling and desperate to finally escape. Because if he didn’t say it now, he never would. “Youngjae…” he started, voice going thin around the edges.
Young leaned in, patient and open. “Yeah?”
Luke inhaled.
This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for.
Luke’s pulse hammered so loudly he could totally hear it in his ears. His throat felt tight, too tight, like the words were clawing their way out of him with no mercy. “I love you,” he eventually whispered.
The world seemed to stop.
Young’s eyes widened first, just a flicker, before softening into something so full, and so warm, and so utterly wrecked that Luke almost burst into tears on the spot. Then Young breathed, almost reverently, “I love you too.”
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t confused.
It was sure. Certain. Spoken like he’d been holding it in for far too long.
Luke didn’t move at first. He just stared, his chest a tight ache of relief and disbelief. Young reached up, cupping Luke’s cheek with a steady palm, guiding him closer in the gentlest way and Luke leaned in. Their lips brushed before melting into something fuller and deeper. Luke kissed him like he’d been starving for years and didn’t realise it until now, which technically, he had. Young kissed him back with the same slow-burning intensity he always had, careful fingers skimming Luke’s jaw, his hair, the back of his neck.
Luke slid his hands up Young’s shoulders. The kiss grew hungrier and more insistent, with Luke nipping gently and Young swallowing a quiet groan. But as Luke swung his leg over Young’s lap, settling into his hips, Young’s hands shot to his waist.
“Wait, Luke,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “We can’t.”
“The doors locked,” Luke whispered back.
“We still can’t. You’re not healed yet.”
Luke leaned forward, nuzzling into the curve of Young’s jaw, whispering, “I’m fine.”
Young gave a breathless laugh, strained and fond. “Come on, Luke. Don’t.”
“I’m literally sitting on your lap right now,” Luke murmured, pressing another kiss to his mouth. “I think I know what I can handle.”
Young let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut as Luke kissed down his jaw. “You’re going to kill me.”
Luke smirked, lips brushing Young’s pulse. “Good.”
“Luke…” Young warned, but his grip on Luke’s waist tightened.
Luke rocked forward slowly and deliberately, letting Young feel exactly how determined he was. Young’s breath hitched hard, fingers digging into Luke’s thighs.
“Youngjae,” Luke whispered, lifting Young’s chin so he had to meet his gaze. “You always hold back. You never make the first move. You’re always trying to be careful, or polite, or scared of doing the wrong thing. So just let me,” he said softly. “Let me do this. Let me want you.”
Young looked like he was seconds from falling apart. “You’re taking advantage of the fact I’m obsessed with you,” he muttered, though there was a shaky smile tugging at his lips.
Luke leaned down and kissed that smile. “Yeah,” he breathed against him. “I am.”
Young finally let his hands slide up Luke’s back, pulling him properly against his chest as Luke deepened the kiss again while he rocked gently in Young’s lap, taking charge exactly the way he’d wanted to for months. Young groaned into his mouth, helpless and undone beneath him. Luke felt powerful. Wanted. Loved. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t confused. He was confident, and he was Youngjae’s. Even if only behind a locked door upstairs at a stranger’s house party.
“Luke…” Young whispered, voice already rough. “Jejeongsin-iya.“
Luke felt something warm coil in his stomach at the language that was flowing from Youngjae’s lips right now. “Huh?”
“Keep going,” was all Young whispered.
Luke gnawed on his lip and then cupped Young’s jaw and kissed him again. He felt every shift of Young’s body beneath him, the heat rising between them, the way Young trembled just slightly when he moaned into the kiss. It made Luke bold.
He broke away from Young’s lips only long enough to whisper against his neck, “I love you.”
Young moaned softly.
“Say it back,” Luke whispered, thumb brushing Young’s lower lip.
“I love you,” Young breathed, no hesitation at all. “God, Luke, I’ve loved you for so long.”
Luke chest felt like it might burst.
Young pulled him even closer on his lap. Luke shifted forward just a little, and Young let out a low sound from deep in his chest, hands tightening reflexively. Luke could feel his boyfriends erection just below him. Fuck. Young was hard. For him!
“Please,” Young rasped, barely audible. “Tell me what you want. Anything.”
Luke pulled back just enough to look at him. Young’s hair was messy, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like he’d just run. His eyes were dark and hungry, but soft around the edges.
Luke brushed their noses together. “I want to take care of you.”
Young squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly as if the suggestion physically hurt him in the best way. “You’re definitely trying to kill me.”
Luke smiled, small and wicked. “Not yet.” Then he shifted again, gently guiding Young’s hips with his hands without fully pressing down, just enough to make Young’s breath stutter.
Young grabbed Luke’s wrists, panting. “Luke, talk to me. What’s going on in that dangerous little brain?”
“I wanna put my mouth on you.”
Young let out a sound that was practically a groan, dragging a hand through Luke’s hair. “Fuck,” he breathed out shakily. “Okay. Okay. Yes.”
Luke shuffled down and slowly unzipped Youngjae’s jeans. The older boy helped him shuffle them down his thighs so that they were by his knees. Luke didn’t even want to wait any longer. He pressed his mouth to Youngjae’s erection through his underwear.
“Oh, shit,” Young breathed out.
“If only my big brother could see us now,” Luke teased.
Youngjae’s eyes snapped open and he basically glared down at Luke.
Luke snickered and kissed the tip of Youngjae’s hidden cock. “Ooops.”
“You little shit,” Young muttered.
“What can I say? I’m a brat.”
“You really are,” Young replied, but Luke could see the amusement in his eyes.
“Just relax,” Luke murmured.
“Shouldn’t I be the one telling you to relax? Have you done this before?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” Youngjae asked. And if Luke didn’t know any better, he would have said that Youngjae sounded a little jealous. “With who?”
“Who do you think?” Luke asked dryly. “I’m not a slut who just does this with anyone.”
Young huffed and leaned back on his hands as he looked down at his boyfriend who was now on his knees on the floor. “He better have been nice about it,” Young grumbled.
“I’m sure you’ll be nicer,” Luke whispered.
“I will be,” Young said.
Luke smiled a little and then proceeded to pull Young’s underwear down so that his cock flopped out. Jesus. Youngjae was bigger than Noah. And longer. Luke swallowed, a little intimated.
“You okay?” Young asked.
“Yep,” Luke mumbled.
“You sure?”
“I want mine to look like yours one day,” Luke blurted out. Youngjae looked startled for a second before he burst into a fit of giggles. Luke sheepishly smiled. “Sorry. I’m ruining the mood, huh?”
“Definitely not,” Young laughed. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Luke said automatically before he leaned forward and kissed the tip of his boyfriends very hard dick. “And I love this too.”
“Ah, you hear that little guy?” Young said, staring at his dick. “He loves us both.”
Luke smacked Young’s thigh and Young snickered.
“Just shut up and enjoy,” Luke said.
Young did as he was told, relaxing back a little more but still staying on his hands so he could watch Luke’s every move.
Luke pressed a few more kisses to the head of Young’s cock and then took him into his mouth properly. As he said before, he had done this before. He didn’t even want to think about his ex-boyfriend/ ex-best friend right now, but to be honest, Noah had kinda taught Luke everything he needed to know. So Luke was going to put that into practice.
He cradled Young’s balls, twisted them and played with them. Young was panting on the bed above him and Luke tried not to smile around his dick.
God, he was doing this.
He was actually doing good.
He took Young deeper and deeper. He may have gagged a little, but who cares? It was still hot.
Young’s hand suddenly drifted to Luke’s hair and he tugged a little. “I’m close,” he breathed.
Already??
Luke doubled his efforts as he heard that. Jesus, Youngjae was about to shoot his load quicker than Luke had expected, but maybe he should have taken that as a compliment. He took Youngjae deeper into his mouth and curled his fingers around the areas he couldn’t fit.
“Holy fuck, Luke,” Youngjae panted. “You might wanna get off.”
Luke made a ‘nu-uh’ sound from the back of his throat. No. He could do this. He wanted to please Youngjae and he wasn’t about to pull off last second.
“Luke,” Youngjae warned, his voice sounding desperate now.
Luke just sucked harder.
“Oh, ssi-bal,” Youngjae muttered, “neomu aleumdawo.”
Luke hummed around his cock, not understanding a single word.
“Neomu aleumdawo,” Young repeated, this time with a low growl. “Keep going, nae sarang.”
Luke sucked and sucked and sucked, until finally, Younjae was spilling into his mouth.
Young collapsed back onto his elbows, chest heaving, eyes glazed and blown wide. For a long moment, he didn’t move, or more like he couldn’t move. He just stared down at Luke with a mix of awe, disbelief, and something dangerously close to worship.
Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, cheeks hot, chest rising and falling. “Okay,” he panted, “I’m sorry, but you need to tell me what the hell that Korean stuff was.”
Young instantly went crimson. Like bright crimson. He dragged a hand over his face. “Fuck,” he muttered into his palm. “I didn’t even realise I said any of that out loud.”
Luke raised a brow, climbing carefully back into Young’s lap with a small smug smirk. “So…? Translation, please?”
Young groaned. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” Luke said, poking his cheek. “Because you can’t just say things while I have your dick in my mouth and then pretend it didn’t happen.”
Young dropped his hand and looked away, the tips of his ears pink. “Fine,” he mumbled. ” ‘Ssi-bal’ means ‘fuck.’ You probably figured that.”
Luke snorted. “Yeah, context clues helped.”
“And ‘Nae sarang’ means…” Young hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “…’my love.'”
Luke’s breath hitched. His heart squeezed. “Oh.”
Young let out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t mean to—I mean, I do mean it, but I wasn’t planning on—God, this is mortifying.”
“And the other one?” Luke whispered.
Young cleared his throat, looking everywhere except at Luke. ” ‘Neomu aleumdawo’ means… ‘so beautiful.'”
Luke blinked. Then blinked again. “You called me beautiful while I was sucking you off?”
Young buried his face in Luke’s hoodie-covered chest with a strangled groan. “Please don’t say it like that.”
Luke grinned, threading his fingers through Young’s hair (that was getting long again). “No, I like it.”
“You would,” Young muttered against him. “You evil little shit.”
They stayed like that for a moment, with Luke sitting on Young’s thighs and Young’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, both of them warm and wrapped up in each other, breath slowly returning to normal.
Luke rested his cheek against the top of Young’s head. “That was really nice.”
Young snorted. ” ‘Really nice,’ he says. You just tried to end my life.”
Luke flicked the back of his ear. “Stop being dramatic.”
Young tilted his head up, smiling softly. “Come here.”
Luke leaned down, and they kissed slowly. It was the kind of kiss that said I love you without needing words.
When they finally pulled apart, Young sighed. “We should probably head back downstairs.”
“Unfortunately,” Luke agreed, stealing one more quick kiss.
Young fixed his hair, then Luke’s, with the careful attention of someone who didn’t want the world to see what they’d just been doing. He stood, offered his hand out, and Luke took it, letting Young pull him to his feet. They looked at each other, matching smiles, matching flushed cheeks, matching secret.
“You okay?” Young murmured.
Luke squeezed his fingers. “Yeah. Really okay.”
Young kissed him once more, soft and quick, and then opened the bedroom door. They slipped out, hearts still racing, and headed back downstairs to rejoin the party… carrying a brand-new secret smile neither of them could hide.
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