a/n I DONT KNOW hOW YOU DO TATTOOS SO UM FUCK IT
"I'm going to need you to take off your shirt, if you want it done on your collarbone."
Luke stood in front of my chair and motioned to my shirt, and I laughed nervously before pulling off my shirt and discarding it on the dingy floor. I turned to look at him and he raised his eyebrows at my chest before speaking in a low tone.
"So, uhhh, what do you want done?"
The pretty boy squatted in front of me and began to wipe me with antiseptics while looking at me absentmindedly.
Fuck, he was so hot. The way he looked at me made me shuffle uncomfortably in my seat. He must've noticed, as he stood up and chuckled softly.
"Oh, right, sorry. So, um, I was thinking, um, could I have a skyline? Right across on my collarbone?"
He knotted his thin eyebrows but didn't comment.
"You know, you've got a lot of ink. Where'd you get them done?"
I looked at the floor.
"Um, I used to live up in Australia? So, I got them all done down here. In fact, I only moved down a couple months ago- andddddd, I'm babbling." I ran a hand down my stubbled face and grinned.
Luke bit his lip.
"Uh, right, okay. Is that why you're getting the skyline? Because you're in New York now? New beginnings, I guess."
He shifted from foot to foot and smiled weakly at me. I was a little thrown off, to be honest. Because that was exactly why I wanted to get it.
"Actually, yes. I had a bad time 'down under' and I really want to make my time in New York special."
Luke smiled... and then frowned. As he began applying the ink to my pale skin, he kept talking in a low voice.
"So, uh, how long are you in the city?"
"I don't actually know, to be honest." I winced a little at the jabs in my chest. "I guess until I get what I came- ow- for."
"Oh yeah?" Luke laughed. "And what would that be?"
"Well, act- ow- okay, actually its a lot of things. First off, I want to get a lot of coffee. Second off, I want to stay for the ball dropping on New Years. Thirdly, I uhh, I want to find someone to spend it with."
Luke actually stopped doing the tattoo for a moment and looked at me.
"Oh. So you're single."
"Y-yeah, why do... why?"
I got really excited, in fact I actually was worried about Luke feeling my heartbeat.
But noOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
"Oh, okay. So am I." (I guess that's a good thing though. But he STILL didn't ask me out.) "Well, whoever she is, she's pretty lucky."
Okay, okay. So maybe he didn't ask me out, but STILL. He said anyone who went out with me would be lucky, and I swear to God my utterly punk heart screamed a little... if that works?
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"Okee doke. You're all done."
Luke patched up my tattoo and got up, his long legs cracking at the knee when he stretched. God, his legs were so hot. I looked up his legs slowly, and eventually my eyes reached a, um, less than displayable place.
"Dude, if you weren't straight, I'd think you werA e checking me out." Luke laughed, running a hand through his sandy hair and then reforming the quiff. He reached to the table behind me and cracked open a can of Arizona. He took a long sip while staring at me with the ocean in his eyes.
"Uh, yeah, well, good thing I'm gay."
FUCK. I didn't expect the enTIRE MOUTHFULL OF ARIZONA TO BE SPLURTED ALL OVER ME.
Not that I mind that his spit is all over my still naked chest.
"Shit, sorry Mi-Michael? Was it? Anyway, I'm sorry, let me go grab you a towel."
"Don't worry, I'll just use my shirt." I said laughing, plucking my shirt from the ground and slipping it on, licking my lips a little.
"Didn't expect you to be, uh, gay."
"Well, I am 'uh gay'. Why? Are you a homophobe or something?" I laughed nervously. If Pretty Boy was a homophobe I would be sO fucking annoyed. Plus, I don't associate with homophobes. For obvious reasons.
"God, no. How can you be gay and a homophobe?"
Luke winked at me.
He fucking WINKED.
"That will be $20 dollars please. Have a nice day."
What the actual hell just happened?
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