"Show me your scars." He whispered. "But why?" I asked. "Because I want to see how many times you needed me, and I wasn't there."

"call me 'daddy' " "but you're my step-brother." "even so, that doesn't change the fact that i'm seven years older than you." "okay ,daddy."

"We can do the lessons, and if one of us falls in love, we'll stop seeing each other and the lessons as well." "Okay, deal."

in a horizontal integration type of business, people like luke don't really belong. cross dressing twenty-nine year olds aren't supposed to watch their thirty-one year old CEO buy as many firms as he can simply to maximize everyone's profit.  but here luke is, in a dark blue skirt and grey top, dropping his communications report on michael's desk five minutes before 10 p.m., his blue eyes falling lower and lower as the minutes take on.

luke works at a tattoo parlour downtown called "deadly tattoos", but after work one day he stumbles across a new flower shop and can't stop wondering about it. © 1940sluke | 2015

michael never got over wanna-be-junkee ashton. or Two ex-lovers reunite. Everything feels different, but nothing has changed.

"See, I told you he likes boys."

; the one where michael always wakes up at 3:00AM. (highest rank: #47 fanfiction)