For beginings laundry list challenge
- Luke and Walker's story can be found here.
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Walker loved to dance, and even straight from work, with his uniform t-shirt crammed haphazzardly into his bag and his eyes itching with tiredness and smoke and the brilliant blue flashes of the lights, Luke loved to watch. Except if he stayed propped against the bar much longer he was going to fall asleep standing up. And anyway, Walker swaying and moving like that, pale skin painted with lights and glossed with sweat, was a too good not to appreciate up close and personal. Worth braving the dance floor for, at any rate.
He stepped into the crowd, allowing the music to dictate his pace, the way he twisted and slid to close in on his boy, slipping close into his space, hips already following the trail of Walker's fine backside. He rested his hand on Walker's hip, fingers sticking to damp skin above the waistband. mine. love. gorgeous.
. Not even half a beat and they were matched for movement, Walker's weight dropping back a little so he could rest his head briefly against Luke's chest, love you, trust you, thank you
, before he turned, slotting their legs together like coming home. The play of their movements, the back and forth, slide and grind, was flattery and promises, affirmation and teasing, want and having.
They were hot and breathless when the set of Walker's shoulders altered, made Luke check and tilt his head. what?
Quick tight gestures, unconsciously timed to the bass beat, a thumb point, a lifting move. going to the bar – you need a drink?
Luke shook his head slightly, walking his fingers along Walker's sharp collar bone. home?
. Walker's gaze flickered over the dance floor, and Luke brazenly leaned a little closer, pressing his thigh up firm against Walker's basket, lewd and to the point. Watching Walker's laugh with all the sound lost to the music was familiar, good. Walker's teeth grazed against his shoulder and stole Luke's breath before his lover took his hand and led him through the crowds. On the edge of the dance floor, they paused, turned, and their kiss was hungry, tongues and teeth, and their fingers lingered as they parted, Walker to the cloakrooms and Luke to find a cab, well-practised teamwork designed to get them alone and together as soon as could be. No need for words.