bf! luke notices your liking towards his biceps dvdr by @ seulzitos
you're sitting on the grass watching luke practice sword fighting with some kid from the opposing cabin. the sun's beating down and you're trying to stay in the shade of this old oak tree, but honestly you keep getting distracted by the way luke's muscles flex every time he swings his sword.
god, you feel like such a creep just staring at him like this, but you can't help it. his biceps are just... gods, they're perfect. the way they tense up when he blocks an attack, how they ripple under his tan skin when he goes for a particularly aggressive strike. you're pretty sure you're drooling at this point.
"nice try, but you're too slow," luke calls out to the younger kid, lowering his sword. his chest is rising and falling heavily, and there's sweat dripping down his arms. you bite your lip and try to look anywhere else, but your eyes keep drifting back to those damn arms of his.
the kid groans and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. "can we take a break? i'm dying out here."
"yeah, sure thing," luke says, sticking his sword in the ground. "go grab some water. we'll pick this up in like ten minutes."
the kid nods and jogs off toward the dining pavilion, leaving you and luke alone under the tree. luke walks over to you, and you quickly look down at the book in your lap, pretending like you've been reading this whole time instead of ogling your boyfriend.
"hey, babe," he says, plopping down next to you on the grass. he's still breathing hard from practice, and you can smell his cologne mixed with sweat. it shouldn't be as attractive as it is, but here you are, trying not to melt into a puddle.
"hi," you say back, still not looking up from your book. you're pretty sure you're holding it upside down at this point, but whatever.
luke chuckles and you can feel him looking at you. "whatcha reading?"
"uh.." you glance down at the cover. "mythology stuff. boring camp required reading, you know."
"uh-huh." there's something in his voice that makes you finally look up at him. he's got this knowing smirk on his face, and his dark eyes are twinkling with mischief. "you sure you were reading? because i could've sworn i saw you staring at something else."
your cheeks immediately burn red. "i don't know what you're talking about."
"really?" he leans closer. "because it looked like you were checking out my arms."
"i was not," you protest, but your voice comes out all squeaky and unconvincing.
luke laughs, and it's that low, rumbly laugh that makes your stomach do weird flips. "babe, you're a terrible liar. you've been staring at my biceps for the past twenty minutes."
you want to deny it again, but honestly, what's the point? he caught you red-handed. "okay, fine. maybe i was looking a little bit."
"a little bit?" he raises an eyebrow. "you looked like you were about to start drooling."
"shut up," you mumble, shoving his shoulder playfully. big mistake, because now your hand is on his arm and you can feel how solid and warm his muscles are under your palm.
luke notices your reaction immediately. his smirk gets even wider, and before you know what's happening, he's moving behind you. "you know what? since you like them so much..."
suddenly his arm is around your neck, pulling you back against his chest in the most gentle headlock you've ever experienced. it's not tight or uncomfortable at all – more like he's just giving you an excuse to be close to his bicep.
"luke, what are you doing?" you laugh, but you're not exactly complaining. his arm is right there, literally right next to your face, and you can see every little detail. the way his veins stand out slightly under his skin, how his muscles are perfectly defined without being too bulky, the light dusting of hair on his forearms.
"giving you a better view," he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice. "this is what you wanted, right?"
you try to act annoyed, but honestly, you're in heaven. "you're such an ass."
"maybe, but you love it." he flexes his bicep slightly, and you have to bite back a little whimper. "go ahead, you can touch if you want. i know you're dying to."
"you’re so weird—" but even as you're protesting, your hand is already reaching up to trace along his arm. his skin is warm and slightly damp from practice, and when you press your fingers against his bicep, it's like touching solid marble.
"damn," you breathe out without thinking.
luke chuckles, and you can feel the vibration in his chest against your back. "like what you feel?"
you're too busy exploring the contours of his arm to be embarrassed anymore. "how are you even real? like, what the fuck, luke. this is not fair."
"what's not fair?"
"you can't just walk around looking like this and expect me to function normally," you say, squeezing his bicep gently. "it's distracting."
"good to know i have that effect on you." he presses a kiss to the top of your head, still keeping you in that loose headlock. "you know, if you wanted to feel my arms, you could've just asked. you didn't have to sit there staring like a creep."
"i wasn't being a creep!"
"babe, you were practically undressing me with your eyes."
you groan and hide your face against his arm. "okay, fine. maybe i have a thing for your biceps. are you happy now?"
"extremely happy," he says, and you can hear how pleased he sounds. "i work hard for these, you know. it's nice to know they're appreciated."
"oh, they're definitely appreciated," you mumble against his skin.
you stay like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness and the excuse to touch him. luke's arm is still around your neck, but it's more like a hug now than a headlock. his other hand is playing with your hair, and you're pretty sure you could fall asleep like this.
"you're ridiculous," you say eventually, but there's no heat behind it.
"and you're obsessed with my arms," he shoots back. "guess we're perfect for each other."
you can't really argue with that logic.
