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Before they were together but after Walker had moved in - during those painful months of wanting without hoping - Luke had noticed everything about the new guy.
Not just the way his shoulders moved and his hair tousled as he dried it while walking between the bathroom and his bed room, or the way his jeans pulled tight over that fine ass when he was running up and down stairs getting ready to go out, and the way the shirts he wore to go clubbing showed off his arms and left a teasing slice of bare flat belly.
Oh he noticed that alright, but not just that.
Luke noticed the hours Walker put in to preparing classes and marking homework, the way his letters were formed in strong red ink. He noticed the complicated politics of the new man's relationship with Jenna's menagerie, and the way he reacted to the ferret cages that appeared in the utility room. He noticed that Walker never, ever, brought people home from the clubs.
He noticed the little routines : the way tea and toast were timed to arrive together 10 minutes before the man left for work, the way Walker had the ironing board set up in the kitchen the moment the tumble drier was done, that somewhere in the first month Walker had started cleaning Jenna's shoes along with his own.
Luke looked down at the laundry basket in his own hands. He hardly noticed any more, the way their routines had meshed and grown together. That was oddly comforting. Only when his lover was away, and the morning kisses and welcome home touches were absent, when there were only half as many shirts that had to be ironed just so, and only his own hands on his body in the shower.
"Hey Luke? - you going to actually wash those, or just watch them?" Jenna's voice was teasing, but her hands on his shoulders were welcome and sympathetic. "He'll be back day after tomorrow."
"That obvious?"
"Luke - baby, I know you."
"Yeah, you do at that." He twisted round to drop a kiss on her cheek.
Not just the way his shoulders moved and his hair tousled as he dried it while walking between the bathroom and his bed room, or the way his jeans pulled tight over that fine ass when he was running up and down stairs getting ready to go out, and the way the shirts he wore to go clubbing showed off his arms and left a teasing slice of bare flat belly.
Oh he noticed that alright, but not just that.
Luke noticed the hours Walker put in to preparing classes and marking homework, the way his letters were formed in strong red ink. He noticed the complicated politics of the new man's relationship with Jenna's menagerie, and the way he reacted to the ferret cages that appeared in the utility room. He noticed that Walker never, ever, brought people home from the clubs.
He noticed the little routines : the way tea and toast were timed to arrive together 10 minutes before the man left for work, the way Walker had the ironing board set up in the kitchen the moment the tumble drier was done, that somewhere in the first month Walker had started cleaning Jenna's shoes along with his own.
Luke looked down at the laundry basket in his own hands. He hardly noticed any more, the way their routines had meshed and grown together. That was oddly comforting. Only when his lover was away, and the morning kisses and welcome home touches were absent, when there were only half as many shirts that had to be ironed just so, and only his own hands on his body in the shower.
"Hey Luke? - you going to actually wash those, or just watch them?" Jenna's voice was teasing, but her hands on his shoulders were welcome and sympathetic. "He'll be back day after tomorrow."
"That obvious?"
"Luke - baby, I know you."
"Yeah, you do at that." He twisted round to drop a kiss on her cheek.