And that's when it happened. When he came along.
Michael takes one look, blinks, sets his sights on him and sets off, leaving the car door open and Calum hanging on the driver's side. Walks straight up to the twink, sizing him up and down, liking the look of what he sees before asking him "How's it going? Had a busy night?"
"Just checking out the bars you know?" Shrugging, trying to appear nonchelant whilst cacking it inside, Luke doesn't realise it but he looks like a young god bathed in the warm yellow glow of the streetlight. He cannot believe how close this guy is standing in front of him, and how cocky he is. He squirms slightly, not enough to appear on the outside, but things are definitely heating up inside of him.
The guy is just so fucking confident. And hot, so fucking hot. Dressed all in black; black jeans, black tee, black leather jacket, he oozes sex appeal and something that you can't put your finger on. That magic something. Something that makes everyone look at you, makes everyone want to be you, even though they know they'd be a poor imitation of the original.
"Beresford, Palms, Colombian..." He knows he's rattling a list of the best gay bars off like he's memorised them. Truth is he's just heard them from that guy around the corner, the one who told him to go home to Mummy and Daddy. Shit. He needs to up his game here.
"So you're into leather."
It's unnerving how the guy is looking at him. Like he's just stepped out of a photoshoot or something. His skin glistens still from the heat of the club and Luke realises with a jolt that he has an intense need to lick it. He finds himself wondering what it would taste like.
"Sure." Blinking under the scrutiny and trying not to follow the urge to run his tongue up the guys face, he tries to appear relaxed. But not too relaxed, he doesn't want the guy to think he's not interested. But not too keen either, he wouldn't want to put him off. Oh fuck this is too hard. How come on his first visit to Freedom Street he's being confronted by this absolute rockstar of a person?
"Where you headed?"
"No place special." Licking his lips nervously, Luke prays that his voice doesn't betray him by squeaking up several octaves. The guys lips are to die for and the way his eyes are penetrating right into him...he feels that squirmy feeling inside again and an internal voice begs 'please don't look down' because something tells him he needs to play this real cool.
"I can change that."
Watching them both get into the black jeep Calum clenches his jaw trying to remain silent, whilst Corey has no qualms, voicing his indignation as loudly as he can as they all come to the sudden realisation that they're being dumped on the pavement, "Hey Michael. Hey! What about us?"
"You can ride with Sam."
"Thanks a lot!!!" calls Sam, waving at the back of the now speeding Jeep.
"Arsehole!" Calum shouts for added measure.
"Well if it isn't Miss Riding Hood and her big basket," Corey says turning, and spotting the stalker who's still in the same place as he was ten minutes ago.
"Find someone else to stalk, I'm not interested," Calum calls to him as they walk past to get to Sam's car, still pissed off with Michael. "Go home."
~~~
Pulling at the heavy iron door so it slides open with a clang, Michael saunters through it as if he owns the place. Which Luke supposes he does. Hovering at the doorway, unsure if he's to come in or what, he wonders what he's gotten himself into. This is a really nice place, like really nice. Expensive, and not at all what he was expecting.
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Fiksi Penggemar"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
