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“It’s too damn hot for this.”
“Amen brother!”
Walker dropped himself onto the half-moved sofa, and gave Luke a decidedly cheeky smile.
“So. You going to get me a drink while you’re going?”
“You, mate, are pushing your luck! – what d’you want?”
“You, naked, and a tub of ice cream.”
Luke stuck his tongue out at Walker, and headed for the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder
“Yeah, well, the choice is beer or coke, so..?”
Walker was just enjoying the view. It wasn’t exactly Jenna’s fault, and the carpet cleaning people had been booked for weeks. But the radio had said it was going to hit 30 degrees this afternoon, and it was just a tad convenient that her mum had rung, needing her to go over just when all the furniture needed moving. Then again, if his reward for a few hours work was being able to watch Luke sweating gently in a pair of cut-off shorts and nothing else, the situation wasn’t all bad.
“Both.”
He called after him.
“’k”
Those shorts were worn thin, and practically sticking to the guy. Eye candy of the first order, his Luke. Tanned skin, and solid muscles, and the long bits of hair that were already escaping from his ponytail curling a bit with the humidity.
Walker yelped as the first cold can hit his bare stomach, and moved on to an indignant “Hey!” as he barely dodged the second. Luke grinned back.
“Your point was?”
“You’ll get them all shaken up. Git.”
“You’ll live.”
Luke popped his own coke as he joined Walker on the sofa, their arms brushing and sticking a little. Tipping his head back, throat working to gulp down the cold drink, was not diminishing Luke’s eye candy status one bit. Leaning in past the raised arm, Walker drew his tongue up that extended neck, feeling the muscles moving and tasting salt and sun and Luke. His lips felt the moan hummed through creamy skin, and weekend stubble. He settled down to suck and nibble on a mouthful of skin, pushing his tongue against the flesh between his teeth, working to raise a mark there at the base of Luke’s neck. The both moaned. Luke’s hands came down to find Walker’s bare waist, his body arching and twisting to join them down their whole length. Walker’d almost got himself a lap full of semi-naked sweat-slick Luke when he gasped, and jerked back, hand coming to his neck.
“Shit, Walker – I’ve got work tonight!”
Luke’s teeth tugging at his lip and the way his hands were wandering took the sting out of his words. Walker rubbed a thumb over the faint mark. No way was Luke’s uniform t-shirt going to hide *that*.
“Wear a collar?”
Luke’s breath caught a second, and then Walker was being firmly, hungrily kissed.
Luke tipped his head, an invitation, and Walker leaned up, resumed his assault. Luke’s weight across his lap was perfect, inviting him to roll his hips, searching for friction, rhythm pulled along my their speeding breathing, pressing closer, hot weather forgotten in their own heat.
“Amen brother!”
Walker dropped himself onto the half-moved sofa, and gave Luke a decidedly cheeky smile.
“So. You going to get me a drink while you’re going?”
“You, mate, are pushing your luck! – what d’you want?”
“You, naked, and a tub of ice cream.”
Luke stuck his tongue out at Walker, and headed for the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder
“Yeah, well, the choice is beer or coke, so..?”
Walker was just enjoying the view. It wasn’t exactly Jenna’s fault, and the carpet cleaning people had been booked for weeks. But the radio had said it was going to hit 30 degrees this afternoon, and it was just a tad convenient that her mum had rung, needing her to go over just when all the furniture needed moving. Then again, if his reward for a few hours work was being able to watch Luke sweating gently in a pair of cut-off shorts and nothing else, the situation wasn’t all bad.
“Both.”
He called after him.
“’k”
Those shorts were worn thin, and practically sticking to the guy. Eye candy of the first order, his Luke. Tanned skin, and solid muscles, and the long bits of hair that were already escaping from his ponytail curling a bit with the humidity.
Walker yelped as the first cold can hit his bare stomach, and moved on to an indignant “Hey!” as he barely dodged the second. Luke grinned back.
“Your point was?”
“You’ll get them all shaken up. Git.”
“You’ll live.”
Luke popped his own coke as he joined Walker on the sofa, their arms brushing and sticking a little. Tipping his head back, throat working to gulp down the cold drink, was not diminishing Luke’s eye candy status one bit. Leaning in past the raised arm, Walker drew his tongue up that extended neck, feeling the muscles moving and tasting salt and sun and Luke. His lips felt the moan hummed through creamy skin, and weekend stubble. He settled down to suck and nibble on a mouthful of skin, pushing his tongue against the flesh between his teeth, working to raise a mark there at the base of Luke’s neck. The both moaned. Luke’s hands came down to find Walker’s bare waist, his body arching and twisting to join them down their whole length. Walker’d almost got himself a lap full of semi-naked sweat-slick Luke when he gasped, and jerked back, hand coming to his neck.
“Shit, Walker – I’ve got work tonight!”
Luke’s teeth tugging at his lip and the way his hands were wandering took the sting out of his words. Walker rubbed a thumb over the faint mark. No way was Luke’s uniform t-shirt going to hide *that*.
“Wear a collar?”
Luke’s breath caught a second, and then Walker was being firmly, hungrily kissed.
Luke tipped his head, an invitation, and Walker leaned up, resumed his assault. Luke’s weight across his lap was perfect, inviting him to roll his hips, searching for friction, rhythm pulled along my their speeding breathing, pressing closer, hot weather forgotten in their own heat.