THE WAY THAT BECK JUST LOOKED AT HIM, made his knees weak, still completely aghast at how he’d even managed to capture the other’s attention in any sort of capacity, still certain he had to be dreaming. Though the two of them couldn’t be more opposite, in a lot of ways, Luca wished he were more like Beckett. From the little that had been revealed, though for some weird reason he felt like he KNEW the other better than he actually did, Luca found himself in awe from the other. He was brave, he was passionate, he noticed things other and god, his heart was so fucking beautiful.
Compliments were never something that Luca knew how to accept, seeing as they weren’t something he was used to and the rare moments he DID receive them, they took him completely aback. He chewed upon his bottom lip, giving a shrug of his shoulders, “I mean…I see myself in the mirror every morning.” His nose was too big, his hair was never tamed, he was too short and his shoulders were too hunched over. Every time he looked in the mirror all he could fixate on was WHAT was wrong with him and would could be improved. This toxic thinking was drilled into him from the many years of bullying from grade school to high school. See, Luca had always been an easy target due to his naïve heart and pacifist ways that they’d destructed him in more ways than he let on.
But then Becket was looking at him in that way and for the first time in his life he felt seen, he felt…like maybe he WAS beautiful. A soft giggle escapes from pink lips, eyes widening as he gave a shake of his head, “Oh come on, you wouldn’t actually fight over bingo, would you?” Eyes glistening with amusement as they awaited on the male’s answer, finding that he was once again losing himself in those eyes. “I dunno…I think there are plenty of wrinkly old men in jail. So you may have better luck there than the retirement home.” God, he wanted nothing more than to fucking kiss Beck right now and he wasn’t sure if it was just due to their close proximity or due to something else entirely.
The entire ordeal left him in a WHIRLWIND, teeth clenching from the pain but he doesn’t dare to fucking let go of Beckett, if anything he tightens his grip which only makes the pain worse but there’s no way he’s letting go, a part of him afraid that if he does, Beck might slip through his fingertips. Eyes widen when the tattoo upon the taller’s neck is unveiled, the tattoo on his hip felt like it was on FUCKING fire and he could feel the pain Beck felt as well, desperate to do what he could to soothe it. He was overwhelmed with a plethora of emotions, love, sadness, fear, lust, pain, you fucking name it and he wasn’t sure which was from who. He felt bad for the depressing SADNESS that he must have thrust onto his soulmate. Luca was still in shock, mouth gaping open as he blinked a couple of times, hand flying to the tattoo upon his hip, “I’m…yeah. I’m just…woah.” His heart was slamming against his ribcage in a heated frenzy and clearly Luca wasn’t in his normal state of mind because he was breathing heavily and still desperate to relieve Beck’s pain.
Still close in proximity, Luca swallowed thickly, closing the distance between them even further, “I just…can I…try something?” He croaked out in a breathless whisper, hands going up to grip at Beck’s shoulders, lifting up on the tips of his toes, his nose mere inches away from the tattoo that had now changed its color. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, thumb reaching to brush against the tatted skin and Luca felt DRUNK despite the fact that he hadn’t had any alcohol. Breath was hot against the other’s skin and before he could even COMPREHEND what the fuck was going on or what he was doing, Luca was pressing his lips against the tattoo, with a soft and soothing kiss, hoping it’d do SOMETHING to relieve the burning pain the two of them felt.
though beckett’s upbringing had been that of anger, loss, and despair, he always wondered what he would’ve been like if his father hadn’t treated him like hell. he wondered if him and luca would have been more similar had he been raised without fire in his eyes but ALAS , one word that luca was bothered and beck was ready to hunt down a gross old man , fueled by the anger of his father that would always live in his veins. sometimes , he wondered if his soulmate could feel his anger , his sadness when it was at his worst. soon , he would know that he had shared some vacant emotions with luca this entire time. as their conversations continue , he wonders if there was anyway he could show luca how beautiful he was. a small URGE wanted to kiss him , like somehow that would PROVE it. it was odd - beck didn’t experience crushes - and that’s not really what this was. in fact , he didn’t know what it was. some type of pull that he was having a hard time fighting. “ but you don’t see what I see , if you don’t think you’re beautiful. ” he counters. “ it’s subjective , i know , but god , you really are gorgeous. ” he’s not flirting , at this point - not INTENTIONALLY , at least. typically , anything like that would come out of his mouth with full intention. likely to someone at a club , trying to get something quick for the night. but luca ? he didn’t expect anything from him. “ i could make a list if you want. your EYES would be first. then that fucking smile , jesus. ” he has to stop himself , because where the FUCK was this coming from ? honestly , he hadn’t thought twice about anything that was coming out of his mouth , but here it poured , effortlessly.
“ i would , one million percent , fight someone over bingo. i’m very competitive. ” he chuckles , a smile pulling across his face. a lot of people made beckett feel fake. he tried , HARD , to be a decent human - likable enough to not get punched. all he could see in himself sometimes when his father , nothing but anger flowing through his body. so he TIRED , attempted to subdue it , but often felt like he was playing up a fake persona. with luca , however , even when they first met , he felt CALM. like he was the water that suddenly put out the fire in his veins. he hadn’t met anyone that made him feel calm. plenty of people who fired him up more - fed his anger , or the worst sides of his personality. and sure , people who made him want to soften up , but never this. never an IMMEDIATE calming of his entire being. he didn’t feel fake whenever he talked to luca , and it was easier to feel like a person than a sad excuse for a RUNAWAY. “ so you want me to get into a bingo fight and go to jail ? i see where your priorities are. when i get into a fight with some old lady named ELEANOR because i beat her in bingo , i’ll make sure you’re the first one to know. and then i’ll write you so you can keep tabs on me.” it was nice , to be able to joke around and just RELAX. luca was important to him , even if he couldn’t figure out why.
it was within the legend that after soulmates met , you might feel SICK , and beck could finally understand why. everything felt HEAVY , overwhelming. he’s just standing there , nodding when luca shares that he’s okay. it’s clear that he’s overwhelmed too - he can FEEL it ? he wasn’t sure , but he KNEW. he feels waves and waves of different emotions , but he’s able to focus on one thing - luca. he wasn’t sure what this meant , he didn’t really care to think too much about it , but he knew his body wanted to be CLOSE and he could , at the very least , let that happen. this didn’t change beck as a person - he was still BECK , but now he had a SOULMATE , someone he shared a bond with. if he hadn’t already felt like luca was different , he was sure about it now. suddenly , he realizes it doesn’t matter what happens NEXT , but only what’s happening now. eyes follow luca’s gestures and guesses his mark must be on his hip. a free hand gently lifts the material there , wanting to SEE his matching mark before the color changed again after their first , initial touch ended.
he NODS at the question , not really caring what the something was , because his head was still spinning. he feels and notices more than he thought he could in just a few moments. first , he loves that he’s got a few inches of luca , causing him to have to pull up on his toes to reach him. it’s like there’s a bubble around them - like they’re not in PUBLIC just discovering their bond. and he doesn’t care - they’re secluded enough , and the way luca’s lips feel against his skin is enough to completely blow any sense he had out of the water. there’s still pain , and EVERYONE emotion possible , but all he can think about is luca. and somehow , he knows he’s trying to to make the pain stop. soft fingers on luca’s chin turn his head , and he leans in , asking SILENT permission before meeting their lips. they both need it , he knows that. “the pain is going down.” he all but mumbles against luca’s lips , somehow feeling it necessary to say something. two minutes ago , they were joking about soulmates and old men , and now they were kissing in the middle of a grocery store. of the places for a first kiss , he didn’t think he’d want to share his ( with his soulmate , nonetheless ) in the middle of a fucking GROCERY store , but that didn’t stop him from kissing luca , at least until he felt like he could breathe without being as attached to him as possible. “ uhm. ” what the fuck was he supposed to say now ? “ so we’re ... holy fucking shit. ”
