drive ♢ muke ✔️

xvi

"you're not that bad for a faggot," luke mumbles under his breath.

"thanks?" i reply awkwardly as i sip on the piping hot peppermint tea that luke made.

i traded his jacket for a warm pair of sweatpants that i had to triple knot around my waist to prevent it from slipping and a plain cotton shirt that would be a snug fit on luke, but sags loosely just below my thigh for me.

i literally look like a hobo.

nether less, i still catch luke staring adoringly at me every few minutes. the only reason i know that is because i haven't taken my eyes off of him since we got here.

"so why were you at my university anyways? were you just stalking me?" i raise my eyebrows.

"no. i was going to pick up bryana but then she told me that she was getting a ride with her friend ashtonisha or something." luke admits. "unique name, i know."

bryana chose ashton over luke. she chose to have a short fuck instead of having a nice time with her boyfriend.

"very unfortunate," i reply, avoiding all eye contact.

i'm a terrible liar. if luke were to ask me if i know anything about bryana's secret activities, i would probably spill.

"you're acting really shady," luke says suspiciously.

"yeah. um, i just farted," i change the subject.

"that's interesting," luke says, looking miffed and possibly even grossed out.

"very interesting. also, i had this terrible rash on my ass when i was like four. that would cause me the most agonizing pain whenever i farted," i ramble on dumbly.

"oh," luke gulps, looking ready to throw up.

"and they would smell so bad, like-"

"okay. i get it. can story time end now?" luke pleads, his blue eyes widening.

"okay," i smile crookedly.

luke looks relieved to stop hearing about my smelly rash farts and he leans back onto the counter. he inhales the scent of his dark roasted coffee and takes a deep sip.

"so you finally got over that 'i-hate-gays' thing?" i ask awkwardly.

luke's face immediately slackens.

"i still consider gays a a disgusting waste of air," luke
purses his lips as he clenches his jaw.

"oh, that's interesting. on a completely unrelated topic, do you have a whip?" i ask, keeping my face cool. i try not to let my anger surface.

"a whip? no, why?" luke asks, looking bewildered.

"i just need to whip some sense into you, that's all." i shrug nonchalantly.

luke stays silent and shrugs. "i guess you like it kinky. i'll keep that in mind."

luke's comment doesn't fully register in my brain until seconds later. when the pieces lock into my mind, i'm mortified. how could this good, religious, holy-water drinking, god-loving person say such a sexual thing?

"fucking hell officer pickle! i'm not sure if should shove you or applaud you!" i yell at the top of my lungs.

luke looks pleased.

if he wants to be a tease, i'll do the same. but better.

"such a dirty boy," i purr, as i place a hand on luke's chest and close the space between us.

"uh," luke mutters dumbly as his pupils expand.

"how can you be so against gays? believe me babe, if i ever fucked you in the ass, i'm sure you'd convert your sexuality too." i say breathily in his ear.

luke whimpers as i press my crotch against him.

"a girlfriend. i- i- think i have one." luke throws his head back as a throaty moan escapes his throat.

"you think you have one?" i repeat.

"i mean i have one. i definitely have one." luke corrects himself as he presses his palms against the granite counters.

"i haven't even fucked you yet and you've already forgotten about your girlfriend," i coo softly.

luke exhales and his minty breath fills my lungs.

"fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck." luke repeats as i breath softly on his neck.

luke holds his breath just as i get on my tippie toes to stare him in the eyes. my lips are millimetres away from his when i sigh and redraw.

"it's such a shame that you're straight though," i smirk.