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Go Bump in the Night [Open]
He couldn’t sleep.
He didn’t usually have trouble sleeping. He had his bad nights, of course, but none so epic as this. It was around four in the morning, he’d wager, and he was standing out on the street, having done little more than slid on a pair of shoes before going outside. The cool night air was refreshing against his skin, which had grown clammy beneath his covers; even still, he could find no peace.
There was usually an underlying reason whenever he couldn’t fall asleep. He suspected that this time it had something to do with stress, all the feelings that had built up in the last few weeks finally coming to a head. He was exhausted, yet his eyes stayed open and his brain whirred on.
He walked down the street a ways, hands in his pockets, and stopped underneath the pooled light of a streetlamp. Sighing, he dug out his little silver case and removed a cigarette. Upon trying to light it, however, he found that his hands were shaking too badly; he couldn’t get the damn lighter to ignite.
"Dammit," he muttered, shaking his hand out. Right. Deep breaths, try again. Right—
And that was when he heard them.
Footsteps. Footsteps in his direction, it seemed, and at that his heart leapt into his throat: it was four in the morning and he was alone and someone was coming toward him. Frantically he ran through a list of things that could result from this situation, namely his death.
Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself firmly, you’re in the mob. You’re packing. Except he wasn’t packing because he was in his pajamas and he had left his gun in his apartment and maybe the person coming toward him was with the Macini and fucking hell, he was going to die, wasn’t he?
"G-Got a light?" he blurted out to the shadowy figure, wishing he sounded more confident. Hadn’t he heard that establishing a connection with a possible attacker could make them less likely to hurt you? Wasn’t that a thing?
It seemed he was about to find out.
Lucas generally had no problem sleeping. He was usually too tired from staring at his manuscript or running errands for the Lombardi to stay awake after he put his head on his pillow. But sometimes he was just too full of ideas to lie still. Sometimes he would take a walk in the wee hours of the morning, before the sun came up but after the thugs turned in, just to clear his head.
He'd been on one of those particular jaunts when he'd come across a figure standing alone beneath a streetlight, clad in what appeared to be a set of pyjamas. Moving closer, Lucas had realized that it was none other than Daniel, one of his fellow mob members. He hadn't had a chance to speak to the guy much, but he had figured out that the other man wasn't exactly the kind of gangster that struck fear into people's hearts. He seemed more like a kindly neighbour than a gun-toting man in black.
Lucas' knowledge of Daniel was confirmed when he heard the other man blurt out, in a shaky voice, "G-Got a light?" The stutter was instantly recognizable. Stepping into the light, Lucas reached into his pocket and withdrew his matchbook.
"Hey," he said, greeting the other man companionably. "Need some help?" He glanced down at Daniel's hands and realized they were shaking. Was the guy cold? Even if he was only wearing pyjamas, it was a warm enough evening.
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan had a hard time imagining that Lucas was all that bad of a dancer. Actually, he had a hard time imagining Lucas being bad at anything right now. The bliss he felt had already started to blind him. Right here, right now, Lucas Park was every good thing in this world, and he refused to believe anything bad about him, even if Lucas himself admitted to it.
He might’ve offered to show Lucas a thing or two about dancing, or told him how much he’d enjoyed their time together, but his words were stolen by that one last kiss. It was more passionate somehow — perhaps because it would be the last they shared for the evening. But Aidan reveled in it regardless, letting those feelings of pleasure course through him recklessly. It ended far too soon, and Aidan couldn’t help the small whine of discontent that he let out. He tried to cover it up, to not make himself seem so needy, but he was rather certain it didn’t work. He felt Lucas’ lips brushing against his, moving gracefully against his own, and he was so lost in the feel of them he almost missed what it was he’d said. Oh. Right. New Orleans. He had promised him that, hadn’t he? When he’d been a little more drunk than he was now, he had said he would come with him. Perhaps that had been a larger mistake than he realized… Or maybe it was the beginning of something spectacular. Whichever, Aidan was too dazed to think deeply about it anyway. So he gave a haphazard nod and said, “Yeah. I won’t forget.”
Lucas held back a chuckle as he heard the small sound that drifted from Aidan's mouth. He could tell the other man was completely swept up in everything - but the same wasn't true of himself. Whatever wordless essence Aidan possessed had enraptured Lucas, had pulled him in and hooked him, totally and entirely.
There seemed to be so many possibilities in the world now, so much potential. He wanted to take Aidan with him and show him everything, the sun and the moon and the mountains and the ocean. He wanted to see the other man's eyes light up with wonder and fascination at the beauty of the world around them. Lucas had never felt so inspired in his life.
"Good," he replied softly, pausing for one last, lingering look before he pulled away. It was late; he needed to get home before the streets got any more dangerous. After crossing the room and placing his hand on the doorknob, Lucas looked back again and said, "I won't let you back out on me." It wasn't a threat; rather, it was a kind of gentle, friendly admonishment. Then he opened the door and slipped out into the night, his mind full of words and images and hope for tomorrow.
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan was confused. He’d all but readied himself for another one of Lucas’ sweet kisses. His eyes were already halfway shut. But when Lucas, instead, rose to his feet and held out his hand to him, he couldn’t hide the confused expression that settled across his face. What else did he have in store for him? Was his parting gift going to be more than a kiss? Aidan told himself a kiss would do him just fine, but oh, he’d love to imagine the two of them doing much more.
A slight blush worked its way onto his face. Which, really, was quite ridiculous now, wasn’t it? He’d kissed the guy, no more reason to be embarrassed. But he couldn’t help himself as he placed his hand in Lucas’ and rising to his feet. Something about this felt so much more important than it was. "What, you gonna take me for a spin around the room?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. It wasn’t what he’d asked for, but Aidan certainly wouldn’t be opposed…so long as that spin ended with Lucas’ lips finding his.
For the nth time that night Lucas found himself getting lost in Aidan's expression, wondering just how it was possible for someone to look so completely innocent while living in a world that was anything but. Lucas had been with a lot of people before, men and women, but he'd never encountered someone like Aidan.
The suggestion made Lucas laugh, the sound bright and airy. "I'm not the best dancer, unfortunately," he replied, "but maybe we can try next time."
The press of Aidan's hand against his own made Lucas' heart do a funny little beat-half-beat, and without thinking he squeezed that hand gently, not wanting to let it go. His other arm snaked around Aidan's waist and pulled him closer, not too tightly, but enough to for their bodies to lie flush against one another.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," he said, his voice softer now, more intimate. He paused for a moment, taking in the way Aidan looked once more, before leaning forward to press a longer, more meaningful kiss to his lips. Then, their mouths still brushing together, Lucas murmured, "Don't forget about New Orleans."
Has summer come yet? Really, I thought it was supposed to be hot by June.
Must be all the rain keeping things cool.
I can't say I mind it, though I'd rather have it be hot than humid...
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Out Of Breath || Lucas And Annette
It struck Annette suddenly as a strange thing she was doing, standing in the foyer of a movie theatre making conversation with a stranger. Although she rarely let it show, she wasn’t terribly comfortable with strangers. She would make an excuse, and leave with long, even steps and still hands. Now that she thought of it, she probably had a reputation as a snob. Or as socially inadequate, she wasn’t sure. Either way, she rarely spent much time with people. And the funny thing was, she had once been quite sociable.
But what had changed was, as they said, history.
"Perhaps I will," she offered, a half lidded smile crossing her face. "I often find coffee houses very good for blending in. They ‘ave the ambience of a speakeasy, but not the, eh… the chaos,"
It was a sort of half offer, one with no pressure nor any suggestion. It was how Annette dealt: in maybes and shrugs. Some found it annoying; pretentious, even. And maybe it was, but she hated to be too direct. Perhaps it was something that Lucas would understand. The Americans were a very straight forward sort of people, stating the sort of things that made Annette’s hair curl, with the sort of casualness as one would offer coffee with. She had thought the French were fairly brazen, but in retrospect they were more of the subtly flirtatious type than the forward, in your face sort.
But she did quite hope that he took her up on the suggestion. People never notice the things they are missing until that thing is presented to them, and it occurred to Annette that she ought to have friends. She had had plenty, but letters were too difficult and time consuming to send to France, and telephones made her uncomfortable. Aside from her aunt, who did she have? A mangy stray cat, and a cold, drab flat.
She wondered when the last time she had genuinely grinned was. And Annette couldn’t remember at all.
Her comment about speakeasies made Lucas chuckle again, the corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly in mirth. She had that right. Lucas didn’t mind visiting those kinds of places now and then, but he much preferred the ones near his house, the ones that were small and discreet rather than sprawling and full of dangerous faces. Lucas was already in enough danger just living in his own skin; he didn’t need the cops in his face. He knew what happened to guys like him when they got arrested, and he didn’t want it to happen to him.
But he wasn’t at a speakeasy, he was here with Annette. So he tucked those thoughts away and reutnred his attention to her, his smile softening but growing wider when she uttered that almost-yes. Lucas understood what she meant. He’d been in France long enough to know that they weren’t so... obnoxious. Yeah, that seemed like the right word for it. Americans were much more in-your-face about things, even small things – hell, he’d assimilated that trait well enough. But the French spoke and acted differently.
Lucas hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it until now.
Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small business card – nothing fancy, just his pen name and telephone number – and handed it to Annette. “If you ever need to contact me, just call that number,” he said, before adding quickly, “And, uh, ignore the name – I use it for my books. It’s easier to deal with some people if your name looks familiar instead of foreign."
fleurette | Letha & Lucas
There was something Letha had always admired about her friend, though she had never quite found the words to describe it. He was so reverential, so careful with just about everything that came his way - not cautious, as though he was simply waiting for his own life to pass him by, but so attentive to the ways of the world and the needs of practically every little thing, person and otherwise. It was no wonder they got along so well, though Letha did wish she had an ounce of his thirst for adventure.
Then again, her most recent ‘adventure’ of sorts didn’t exactly render her with the most pleasant of experiences. In fact, the bombing at Macalester’s had left her with more scars than happy memories, though her one saving grace throughout it all had come by way of Lucas, even if she never really did quite understand what he was doing there in the first place. While it had been hectic, Letha didn’t remember giving him a proper ‘thank you’, and so she resolved herself to seeking him out, a message of gratitude held close to her heart.
By chance, it seemed that they both seized the beauty of the day, giving a day’s work some rest and instead coming down to the park to enjoy the bright sunshine and pleasant weather. Recognizing his cheerful smile immediately, Letha made her way over to him, gingerly at first when she saw him studying the little sprout. She waved away his apology, giggling as he backed up into her, and instead offered a warm smile. “Research material for your next book?”
Ever since the bombing, Lucas had tried to avoid Letha without really thinking about it consciously. Considering what he knew of her past encounters with the mob, he figured she wouldn’t be likely to understand why he’d become involved with the Lombardi. As low-profile as his position was – he was really just a glorified errand boy who happened to carry a gun around – he knew Letha wouldn’t see it that way. So he’d deliberately tried to hide it from her. After all, ignorance is bliss, right?
And then fate had intervened and made both of their lives more complicated than they had any right to be. He was just thankful that, amidst all the confusion, she hadn’t had a chance to figure out what he had been doing there. With a gun. But ever since then he’d been subconsciously dreading the day he would see her again. He didn’t want to lose their friendship over something like this, but how could he expect her to be on his side?
And then fate intervened again. Seeing her face startled him a little and he let out a short, awkward laugh, his lips turning up into a wide, semi-forced grin. He forced himself to calm down and act as normally as possible, though; maybe, if he pretended everything was the same as before, she wouldn’t even think about what had happened.
“Oh, no, just – ” He waved a hand vaguely at the flowers and laughed again, this time less awkwardly. “I just like to look at them on my breaks sometimes. There aren’t too many flowers in my book this time.” There was a girl who liked flowers quite a lot, but that was another story altogether.
“How about you?” he asked, quickly turning the conversation around. If he kept them off of the topic of the mob and the bombing and all related incidents, maybe he could escape this meeting unscathed. “Looking for things for the shop?”
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan knew he would regret this later. He knew that long after Lucas was gone, after the adrenaline wore off, that he would regret this. He had thought himself shameful before, but now he would be both shameful and unapologetic. He liked kissing Lucas — no, he loved kissing Lucas. He was fairly certain it was one of his new favorite things. But he could at least somewhat forgive his transgressions, as he never acted upon them…
Until now. The excitement hadn’t faded, not just yet, but Aidan knew it was soon to come. He needed to cling to this moment, make it last for as long as he could. Because as soon as it was over, he was right back to square one. He offered Lucas a small smile, though his eyes couldn’t quite meet his. “I just uh… I just did what felt right, I guess.” What felt right. This shouldn’t feel right to him. No, stop. We’re not thinking about this now. We’re enjoying this moment. Worry comes later. Disappointment comes later. "You uh…you were good too. I…" He wanted to tell him how much he wanted him, how much he wanted more. But that would just be a tease for both of them. Much as they had crossed the line tonight, Aidan couldn’t allow himself to go that far. But one more kiss couldn’t hurt. Setting his now cold cup of coffee on the table, he finally managed to meet Lucas’ eyes. “One more for the road?”
There was something dancing around in Aidan’s eyes that made Lucas doubt himself again, just for an instant. It was clear that they both liked each other – more than either of them had expected, he was pretty sure – but Aidan still seemed so hesitant, so worried, even if he tried not to let it show. Lucas tried to remember what his first experiences with men had been like, but he’d enjoyed them too much to let concern or fear or shame sink in.
Still, just because he didn’t entirely understand didn’t mean he was going to be a jerk about it.
“One more for the road?”
Lucas tried not to let the disappointment get to him. There would be plenty of chances for them to get to know each other better; why mess that up now by being too greedy? Still, Lucas found himself not wanting to leave. He wanted to stay and kiss Aidan and talk to Aidan and just be around Aidan. The other man reminded him so much of a newly-blooming flower that Lucas felt he should stay and make sure it bloomed fully.
But, again, he wasn’t a jerk. He knew how to take a hint. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy the little time they had left together, though.
Setting his own cup down, Lucas nodded and slid off of the couch, getting to his feet. Leaning down, he extended a hand to Aidan and gave him a playful grin. “C’mere,” he said, his voice gentle but just a little commanding – a light push to get Aidan a bit farther out of his comfort zone.
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan let out a gasp, a sound of unadulterated need as he felt fingers come to rest at the back of his head. It was all so…overwhelming. Yeah, that was the word for it, overwhelming. It was like in that moment that nothing existed, save for Lucas, his touch the only thing keep Aidan firmly locked in reality. It was like a dream, kissing those lips and just letting himself enjoy it all for once. Just once…
He opened his mouth to Lucas, letting his tongue slide in just enough to tease. Oh God, it was so good, better than anything. Better than a cigarette after a long day at work, better than your favorite meal, better than… He couldn’t think of the right words to describe it. He wasn’t the writer, was he? He rested a hand on Lucas’ forearm, his heart hammering against his chest as he let his fingers tick upward. His skin was soft, perfect… He could feel the flexing of every tendon beneath his palm. Aidan held on tight to him, afraid to let go of this feeling, afraid to let go of him. 'Please,' he thought. 'Please never let this end. This is all I ever wanted — just this, right here.' But they could not kiss forever. Already Aidan felt himself starting to run out of air, probably due in large part to how excited he was getting. With a reluctant whine, he pulled back, his face unabashedly red. He let himself catch his breath for a few moments before he even tried to speak. “I, um… I’m sorry…” he said, his gaze shyly meeting Lucas’. “I uh… I couldn’t breathe…”
The press of Aidan's hand against his arm told Lucas all he needed to know: the other man was clearly enjoying this just as much as him, and was clearly just as reluctant to let it end. Lucas generally prided himself on his patience and attention to detail when it came to the romantic arts, but for a reason he didn't quite understand Aidan was turning him back into the boy he'd been before he'd gone to France, before he'd learned all of these things.
When Aidan pulled away Lucas made a soft noise of his own, but he was glad for the air. An awkward, sincere grin tugged at his lips and he replied breathlessly, "Yeah, I - it's okay. Me too." The words didn't make much sense, but considering how little of his brain was still focused on coherency and how much was distracted by Aidan's lips and face and voice, Lucas was pretty happy with what he'd managed to say.
As much as he wanted to go back in, to start up where they'd left off, Lucas knew he should take a moment to see how Aidan was doing. After all, considering how hesitant the other man had been all night, Lucas could easily overstep his boundaries and mess up everything. So, after staying quiet for a moment longer, he said quietly, "You're really good at this."
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Yes, Aidan had kissed someone before, but never like this. Every kiss Aidan had before this paled in comparison. Hell, it was an insult to Lucas to even dignify whatever those had been as kisses because none of them had ever felt this right.
It had taken him off-guard at first, but only a little. He had known that Lucas and himself were heading in this direction. As soon as Lucas put his hand on his neck, some part of him knew what was going to happen. But he was still surprised, mostly by himself. The fact that he’d allowed it, that he’d wanted it so badly that he let it happen. After all these years of pining, he’d finally let himself fall and God, it was perfect. Lucas’ lips pressed sweetly against his own, Aidan thought that he would be happy enough just dying here. His heart thudding against his chest, his face heating up in embarrassment and excitement, he couldn’t imagine anything else that could make him feel just so much. He wanted more, and Lucas probably did too. Though he knew he would probably be terrible at this, he couldn’t just sit here all night, much as he might’ve liked to. So he tilted his head a bit, fitting their mouths together in a much more comfortable way. From those few kisses he had experienced, Aidan knew where he should be going from here, but he was a bit hesitant. What if he did something that Lucas found off-putting? What if he embarrassed himself? What if he did something that made Lucas never want to see him again? He was growing tense the more he thought this over, to the point where he knew Lucas must be able to feel it. He knew he should pull away, maybe explain himself to the other man, but he didn’t want to give up this feeling for anything… So he sucked Lucas’ lower lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing against his skin. It was a desperate, wordless request, one that begged him for so much more. But just whatever more was, Aidan hadn’t the foggiest idea. He needed Lucas to teach him, to guide him… If only he was up for the task.
There was the tiniest moment of stillness between them and in that moment Lucas wondered if he'd gone and ruined everything - but then Aidan was returning the kiss, was kissing him more, and all of Lucas' doubts vanished instantly. He couldn't help but smile faintly against the other man's lips, relief and excitement flooding through him.
But then Aidan seemed to tense up, to get worried, and those doubts returned, making Lucas wonder if perhaps it was too much, if maybe Aidan would take back everything. He found himself grasping Aidan's elbow with his free hand, his fingers curled into the fabric, not tight enough to hurt but still there, still tugging gently, wishing that he would stay.
And then, just as he wished it, it seemed to come true, because Aidan was doing something Lucas hadn't expected, and oh Aidan was much better at this than he ever would have thought, and without realizing it Lucas was letting out a quiet sound halfway between a gasp and moan and his fingers were sliding up Aidan's neck and into his hair and he was deepening the kiss, his tongue flickering forward to meet the other man's. He had held himself back partially out of self-restraint but mostly out of respect for Aidan, but now it seemed that he wanted it just as much as Lucas did and that self-restraint was quickly disappearing.
fleurette | OPEN
Lucas couldn’t help but smile as he made his way down the street. A month ago, he’d been having trouble finding reasons to be happy; things had been going alright, but it seemed as though he hit a snag at every turn. Now, though, things were beginning to turn around. The sun was shining, the weather was slowly warming up, and even the rain didn’t bother him very much – in fact, he felt as though it was the main reason he’d finally been able to get a good chunk of his next novel written. Of course, there was another possible reason, one that had far less to do with the weather and far more to do with a particularly charming young man… but that wasn’t the point.
After finishing the rough draft of another chapter, Lucas had decided to take a break and enjoy the rare bit of sunshine that was gracing Chicago. He decided to visit the park downtown – it was a bit of a walk, but he figured his legs needed the stretch. Besides, there might be some interesting people out and about, grateful for the sunshine.
There weren’t a whole lot of people there, but it didn’t bother Lucas too much. Upon taking a look around, he spotted a bright flash of green in a nearby patch of soil. Grinning to himself, he stepped over to it and squatted down, peering at it more closely. A tiny sprout had sprung up there, young and delicate, and though Lucas couldn’t figure out what it was exactly it still stirred something inside of him. It felt like a good omen, somehow.
He was so wrapped up in the tiny plant that, when he finally stood up once more, he backed right into the person standing next to him. While it wasn’t a violent motion, it was still pretty abrupt, so with a sheepish frown Lucas turned and mumbled apologetically, “Ah, sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan had never really thought his name was anything special until he’d heard Lucas all but whisper it to him. It gave him chills really — and God, that touch? Aidan would be thinking about it for way longer than he would ever admit. It was gentle, but held the promise of so much more. Or maybe that was just Aidan’s imagination getting away from him. But just from that briefest of touches, he could imagine all the ways that Lucas would touch him. From his neck, to his chest and lower still…
He was breathing a bit heavier now and, Jesus, could he embarrass himself any more? The guy had barely given him more than a tap on the shoulder and he was ready to fall on his knees and… And do what? It’s not like Aidan had any experience with this sort of thing. He had only let himself daydream about it a handful of times, and out of that handful of times he’d never seen anything from which he could use as a reference. It was just the idea of doing what he’d so longed for that inevitably overwhelmed him. He’d never had the need to know anything more…till now. How was he supposed to respond? He didn’t want to kiss him… Well, he did want to kiss him, but he didn’t want to kiss him just because he’d touched his neck. That seemed ridiculous, even to him. But he wanted to reciprocate, wanted to show Lucas that he wasn’t adverse to his touches. He bit his lower lip as he reached out, running his fingers shyly over the back of Lucas’ hand. He let his palm rest atop of his, looking up at the other tentatively. “Yeah?”
God, did this kid understand what he was doing? He didn't strike Lucas as a cruel person, but the way he was biting his lip and looking up from beneath those big, dark eyelashes was just too much. Even the faint press of Aidan's hand against his own made Lucas' heart beat more quickly. He felt like a teenager all over again, new to the ways of romance, acting based on impulse rather than experience. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't really form coherent words at this point; he was too distracted by the longing that was etched so clearly onto Aidan's face. Faintly, Lucas tried to think back to when he'd signed up for this, tried to remember the decision he'd made to let things play out naturally - but hell, if this wasn't natural, what was? He couldn't ignore the tension between them, the way Aidan seemed to be drawn towards him and vice versa. There was nothing for it, really. Lucas was tired of thinking, tired of waiting. He'd given Aidan more than enough chances to cut things short. The last brief thought that flitted through Lucas' mind before he leaned forward was a faint wondering whether Aidan had ever kissed someone, and then the gap had closed and he had pressed their lips together, his eyelids sliding halfway shut and his fingers tightening imperceptibly against the other man's skin. Everything seemed to be silent, save for the rushing of the blood in his ears and the pounding of his heart.
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Aidan’s heart lurched a bit at Lucas’ words as he prayed that he wasn’t nearly as red as he knew he must’ve been. What the heck was he supposed to say to something like that? Something so earnest? So blatant?
His gut reaction was to be genuine, to tell Lucas how much he would love that. But as much as he’d let go for one evening, to outright tell the guy just what he was feeling… It was a little bit too much too fast. But he didn’t want to give him the impression that the idea disgusted him or anything. So he took a sip of coffee before he forced himself to answer. "I uh…wouldn’t want to put you out," he answered. "Ya know, if staring at stars all night ain’t your thing." He stared down at the contents of his mug, hoping that they held the answers on how to approach this situation. They didn’t, of course, but it was easier than staring directly into Lucas’ face — his stupid, handsome face… "But uh…it does sound nice though. Stargazing, I mean… With you. Maybe uh… Maybe when we’re in New Orleans, yeah?"
When Aidan looked away Lucas felt a strange hollowness begin to fill up inside of him. He'd never felt anything like it - it wasn't quite disappointment, but it had that same sort of distant pain attached to it. Had he gone and ruined everything? Why did he suddenly care so much about what Aidan thought of him?
But then the other man was speaking again and the hollowness began to disappear. In its place came something else, something equally foreign, a sort of nervous tension that made Lucas shift on the couch a little. He felt antsy and frustrated, and although he knew he needed to be patient with Aidan he was having trouble not jumping ahead.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice quiet, before adding, "Aidan," the word drifting form his tongue as though he was exploring it anew. It was a nice name. A simple name. Was it really alright to drag that name away from where it was comfortable? Was he being selfish?
All of the thoughts swirling around inside of Lucas' head only served to make him more anxious, and on a sudden impulse he reached out to brush his fingertips gingerly against the side of Aidan's neck, just beneath his ear. The touch was cautious but eager nonetheless, and Lucas found he couldn't take his eyes off of the other man's face. It felt as though electricity was thrumming through his entire body.
Love Game || Aidan & Lucas
Well, at least he wouldn’t be keeping him from anything important. Lucas seemed more comfortable in his home than he did, and Aidan had to admit that put him at ease. That Lucas didn’t feel uncomfortable in his home meant a lot. Maybe it meant he’d come back sometime…
Aidan didn’t think he’d blushed this much since he was a kid. But the way his faced warmed at that thought made it obvious just what was happening. Thankfully, the darkness kept his embarrassment largely hidden, and the rest could be blamed on the alcohol. After taking a drink from his own mug, he said, “Yeah, you’re a writer. Almost forgot. You should lemme read one of your books some time. Maybe bring one the next time we see each other.” He gave a little lopsided smile at that. There would be a next time. He would see Lucas again. It didn’t have to end tonight. It should end tonight, but it didn’t have to. Looking around his apartment, Aidan gave a bit of a shrug. “It’s alright. It ain’t the Ritz or anything, but it’s the location that sold me on it,” he said with a chuckle. “Got a pretty nice view too, but only when you look up.” After another drink of coffee, he continued. “I used to try and stare at the stars when I was kid, but it wasn’t always easy, since we grew up in the city. But here, on a really clear night, it’s like you can see every single one of ‘em… It’s pretty amazing.” Aidan stopped himself then, realizing that he must sound completely foolish. “Well, it’s probably not that amazing to someone whose done as much traveling as you. Probably pretty underwhelming actually…”
The way Aidan's cheeks darkened didn't go unnoticed, but Lucas chose not to say anything about it. Hell, his own cheeks must have been pink as roses, considering how he was reacting inwardly to Aidan's apparent attraction - or whatever it was that was making the mechanic's skin such a pretty colour.
Clearing his throat a little to sweep away those thoughts, Lucas nodded and gave the other man a wry smile - though it wasn't insincere. Bring Aidan one of his books. That would be nice. Almost as nice as sitting together like this, curled up with one another, discussing the details of his next story - ah, but there were those thoughts again. Pleasant but distracting. He was getting too far ahead of himself.
But then Aidan was speaking again, and Lucas found himself getting lost in the other man's voice, his tone strangely comforting with its unique, lilting quality. The writer inside of Lucas couldn't help but weave words together, crafting sentences and paragraphs to describe just how beautiful Aidan looked like this, his eyes sparkling like the stars he was remembering.
Lucas didn't realize that Aidan had stopped speaking until a silence had stretched out between them for a few seconds too long. Nodding his head jerkily, he replied, "Oh, uh, yeah. Well..." Collecting his thoughts, he paused for a moment before continuing, "I don't know. I think I'd enjoy stargazing more if I had someone like you to show them to."
The words came out before really realized how they might sound, and he went quiet again, lips parted ever so slightly as though he wished he could take that silly sentence back. What on earth was wrong with him? It seemed that Aidan had turned him into some kind of poet.
a lucas/aidan fanmix
Tracklisting:
1. A Whole New World - Lea Solanga & Brad Kane | 2. Love Recipe - Clazziquai | 3. Gypsy - Lady Gaga | 4. Tell Me How Long - Caro Emerald | 5. Romanticise - Chela | 6. Drove Me Wild - Tegan & Sara | 7. LoveGame - Lady Gaga | 8. What Makes You Beautiful - Megan Nicole | 9. Legacy (Save My Life) - Nicky Romero x Krewella | 10. Something About Us - Daft Punk | 11. All This and Heaven Too - Florence + the Machine
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