"X and Y sitting by a campfire and opening up" + "longing stares" for willuke 👀
Well, this one turned into a monster, sorry Shells <3
Willie is staring. He knows he is, but how can they not when Luke is looking like the full warmth of the sun contained on earth—Apollo incarnate with his guitar in his lap and the fire tangling into his form. The light bounces off the guitar’s wooden body, off the sharp planes and angles of Luke’s face, making it almost seem as if he himself was on fire instead of just reflecting the glow of the flames in front of them. Luke is warm and solid against Willie’s shoulder where they lean together, only adding to the heat and light encompassing the scene.
The guitar string twangs, breaking the night’s reverie, and Luke huffs out a laugh as he smooths the melody back out. In his adjustments, his gaze flicks over to catch Willie’s, who blushes at the responding grin and hides his face into the crook of Luke’s shoulder.
They’ve been doing this song and dance for a few weeks now: the leaning on each other, the quiet intimate strum of the guitar the only sound filling whatever space they were taking up. Usually, one or both of them spent most of the time not taking their eyes off the other.
Usually, it ended in much more than blushing faces.
So Willie isn’t sure why they still get so embarrassed every time Luke notices him looking. He certainly never seems to mind the eyes on him. He never has minded attention, with all the confidence of a preening puffed-chest bird. But, the laugh, the smile, the teasing quip—it was almost as if Luke looked back at them, and looked right into him. It cuts Willie open to the very core, leaving a stream of avidity to pool out of them and flood their feet with emotions far too deep to wade through just yet, and as much as they try to keep the floodgates locked tight, he can’t help but wonder if Luke can read on his face everything he’s keeping.
find the rest of this one here on ao3 (it become it's own whole thing)
