Luke and Walker - Getting Settled

Not a WIP, but found while I was chekcing through my files hunting down stray WIPs to thow out of the closet. In fact I don;t remember writing it, only having the image of Walker hungover and miserable leaning against the doorframe and the atmosphere of the room.

Set about three months into their relationship. I think it probably works as a stand alone, but for the interested the rest of Luke and Walker's stories can be found indexed here

Slash, not work safe, mine, feedback welcomed - usual blurb applies.

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Walkers’ head was splitting, something had up and died in his mouth and moving was making his stomach less than happy. Plus his lover wasn’t looking at him.

Luke seemed to be concentrating fiercely on his incline lifts and none of the noises Walker could bear to make were attracting his attention. Which was stupid. “Morning” might have been a little querulous, but definitely clearly audible over the regular clink of bar hitting stand. Which meant Luke was lifting weights at him. Which meant there was almost certainly something he wasn’t remembering about the night before. In all honesty there was a fair bit he didn’t remember about the night before. On the other hand, even quietly angry, Luke in his cut offs and ripped up shirt wasn’t hard on the eyes, so Walker just stood for a while, resting his head on the doorjamb and trying to will the headache away.

When Luke was packing away the weights – loudly. Far too loudly – Walker crept as far as the bench, sitting down gratefully, letting one hand find Luke’s heated sticky skin.

“Luke?”

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Luke and Walker - Getting Settled

Not a WIP, but found while I was chekcing through my files hunting down stray WIPs to thow out of the closet. In fact I don;t remember writing it, only having the image of Walker hungover and miserable leaning against the doorframe and the atmosphere of the room.

Set about three months into their relationship. I think it probably works as a stand alone, but for the interested the rest of Luke and Walker's stories can be found indexed here

Slash, not work safe, mine, feedback welcomed - usual blurb applies.

***** ***** ***** *****

Walkers’ head was splitting, something had up and died in his mouth and moving was making his stomach less than happy. Plus his lover wasn’t looking at him.

Luke seemed to be concentrating fiercely on his incline lifts and none of the noises Walker could bear to make were attracting his attention. Which was stupid. “Morning” might have been a little querulous, but definitely clearly audible over the regular clink of bar hitting stand. Which meant Luke was lifting weights at him. Which meant there was almost certainly something he wasn’t remembering about the night before. In all honesty there was a fair bit he didn’t remember about the night before. On the other hand, even quietly angry, Luke in his cut offs and ripped up shirt wasn’t hard on the eyes, so Walker just stood for a while, resting his head on the doorjamb and trying to will the headache away.

When Luke was packing away the weights – loudly. Far too loudly – Walker crept as far as the bench, sitting down gratefully, letting one hand find Luke’s heated sticky skin.

“Luke?”

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