Chloe watches Luke move around the diner like a ballerina on ice skates; his top half flows smoothly through the air, depositing plates and clearing tables whilst his bottom half skips and turns around people, making what he's doing with his hands and arms look effortless. He's certainly got the hang of everything since she saw him last and he's definitely raking in the profits;
"You make a lot of tips," She observes as he slids into the seat opposite her where she's laid out her books for homework.
"That's because I'm cute," Luke tells her, counting his notes, with absolutely no guile whatsoever.
"And conceited..." She tells him, picking her pencil up again.
Luke cocks one eyebrow at her, boastfully. "I could fuck practically anyone I want in here..."
"So why don't you?" Chloe asks before looking up from her papers to see Luke grinning smugly, his dimple winking at her. The diner's bell tinkles in the background instantly distracting Luke. "Never mind, the answer just walked in the door," She says under her breath, after turning around to see who had got him all hot under his tight, white, FCUK t-shirt.
"Hey, how's it going?!" Michael asks, arriving at their table, Luke's eyes having tracked him all the way through the diner. Not that he's bothered by the sight of the man. Not at all.
"What? You actually want to know?" Luke scoffs, hating how he gets so blushy whenever he's around Michael, he can actually feel his cheeks heating up. It makes him embarrassed, and a little grumpy.
"Well I asked didn't I?" Michael says mildly, slowly smiling to himself at how Luke is squirming in his seat.
Luke shrugs, not knowing what to make of Michael's question. "Everything's fine," He says, clearing his throat a little and managing to look up. Shit, why did he do that? Michael's eyes are boring into him, his long lashes framing soft green irises that Luke longs to get lost in. He looks down again quickly.
"Good. What are you doing tonight?"
"Huh?" Luke looks up from trying to count his tips, not that he's able to count at present.
"Are these particularly hard questions?" Michael asks, his lips curling slightly as he looks down at Luke's expression. Bending down a little he smiles when he gets complete eye contact from Luke. "Do you want to come over after work?" He asks slowly, in case Luke can't hear him or understand him. Luke can't help but smile tenderly back.
"Really?!" He asks eagerly before dialing it back again, not wanting to appear too eager, or any form of eager at all. "Sure," He shrugs, his tone sounding nearly normal even to him. His stomach hasn't got the message yet though, it's doing a happy dance, completely flipping out with Michael's invitation.
Chloe watches their interchange, seeing how crazily happy Luke gets with the little carrot that Michael dangles in front of him.
"I'll have a turkey sandwich on wholegrain, no mayo, to go," Michael tells him, getting back to business now that they've made plans.
"Do you realise that this is the first time he's ever asked me to come over?!" Luke squeaks once Michael's walked off to wait at the counter for his order, his face shining with excitement.
"What do you think it means?" She asks excitedly back, Luke's happiness seemingly contagious.
"It means...it means that he misses Calum..." Luke replies, his face and tone falling as soon as he sees Michael's ex-best friend walk in and the two men studiously ignore each other. Of course, why didn't he realise before now?
"Are those guys really never going to talk to each other again?" Chloe asks, having heard all about their fall out from Luke.
"Looks that way..." Luke sighs, disappointed that it's not really him that Michael wants, he's just there to fill the gap that Calum's left.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"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...
