How Far is Too Far? (boyxboy)

How Far is Too Far? ~ Chapter Twelve ~

HEY GUYS! Sorry... I felt the urge to scream my excitement at you :)

Picture is of an older Luke and Gabrial... kinda of... squint and imagine, then you'll see them, kay?

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Luke's POV

I tangled my hands into his soft brown hair and deepened the kiss, sliding against him seductively.  The Impala's windows had begun to fog, but I didn't care.  I let my eyes flutter shut and mewled quietly.

"Not here."

Well that was a damn mood killer... I pulled away none the less and looked up at him, scowling.  "Gabe, that's not fair."

"Neither is jumping me in my own car, Luke." He pushed me off of his lap and straightened out his clothes, turning the car on and pulling back onto the main road.  His silver eyes were flashing, and I stared at my hands.

I didn't do anything wrong, right?

We rode in silence for a few minutes, listening as rain began to fall.  I watched as the drops raced away from the center of the window.  Oh, that one looks like Jeff Gordon! I thought, watching the tiny drop maneuver around the larger ones. Go, Jeff, go!  I mentally cheered, smiling as it neared the rubber waterproof sealing that kept the rain from getting into the window.

"Jeff won!"

Gabrial jumped at my outburst and steered the Impala away from a Mini Cooper that had strayed too close to it.  He smiled at the bottle-blond who was the driver, silently apologizing.  When she flicked her hair and sped forward, he eyed me from the corner of his eyes. "What the hell, Luke?"

"You were being moody, so I decided to make a tiny NASCAR scene out of the raindrops.  The little Jeff Gordon one started to swerve around the big Bobby LaBonte one, and then the Dale Earnhardtone sped out of control and---"

"I get it."

"Well then."

He was quiet, then smirked. "Good."

"Good."

"Fine," he replied coolly.

"Fine!"  I snapped, waiting for him to show some emotion.  My eyes involuntarily slid down to his plump lips, and I turned pink.

"It is." 

I groaned loudly at his calmness.  He was going to drive me insane, I swear to God...or... baby Jesus.  I folded my arms across my chest and pouted out the window.

He pulled the Impala into the garage and closed down the door, turning off the car.  He opened the driver's side door and stepped out.   "Don't stay out here all night, you'll catch a cold," he called as he walked into the house.

I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.  What the hell?  Wasn't he supposed to be a gentleman--wait, no, I forgot.  Ryan's a gentleman, Gabrial's a sexy bad boy.  I clambered out of the passenger side door and slammed the heavy metal door shut, stalking inside.

There was no sight of him in the walk-in kitchen, and I tossed his jacket into the chair carelessly, my ocean blue eyes searching for the silver ones.  I looked around the dimly lit house and shivered slightly.  How could my own home be so creepy?

A shadow flicked down the hallway.

I smirked and followed it, slinking silently along like a panther.  Oh, I liked that.  A panther.  Panther Luke, a stalker.... a hunter after it's prey.