Page 53 of A Hard Sell

Be your love

Be forever yours.”

Luka couldn’t even look at the beautiful man sitting next to him on the couch while he sang. It was too much. He sang to the floor, the heat building in his cheeks, his heart thudding the bassline. The song was so obviously about Thomas. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to sing it at this moment, but, well, he was.

When the last note faded, Thomas swallowed. “Wow.”

Luka risked raising his eyes. “You liked it?” The room was so silent around them now.

There was a brightness in Thomas’ gaze he hadn’t seen before. “I’m just worried.”

“Worried? For what?”Shit. The song was too much. He thinks I’m in love with him. He’s freaking out.

“You may be in the wrong career. I mean, you’re amazing at your job, but…” He gestured at Luka and his guitar.

“Oh.” Luka chuckled in relief and looked down again. “Nah. Music’s something just for me.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

Thomas watched him still. “I’m honored you shared it with me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Sitting next to Thomas was starting to feel very difficult, so he stood to put his guitar away. “Well. I think I’ll head to bed.”

“Me too.” Thomas stood too, smoothing his shirt. Luka’s gaze was drawn to the way his sweatpants sat on his hips, hugging his thigh muscles.

He had trouble falling asleep again, but when he finally did, his brain betrayed him with another dream about Thomas. He was performing for him again, singing the same song, but when it ended, Thomas took the guitar from him, and climbed onto his lap. The sweatpants slid right off like silk on silk.

When he woke up, the dream stayed with him, how Thomas had felt under his hands, hard and hot. The softness of his lips, his wet tongue. Luka shook his head and sat up, scrubbing at his face. Best if he didn’t dwell on it…too much.

* * * *

“The thing to know about part three,” Luka explained as they settled on the couch with their tacos the next night, “is it’s a bit…wackier.”

“The first two weren’t wacky?”

Luka laughed and swatted Thomas’ shoulder.Granite.“Okay, fair point, but they go back to the Wild West in this one.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I did some googling to see what I was getting into.”

“Oooookay,” Luka said in a sing-song, eyebrows raised. “I don’t think you’re ready, though.”

Thomas chuckled. “Try me.”

They weren’t too far in when Thomas hit pause. Luka fuckinglovedthat he paused it whenever he had something to say so they didn’t miss anything.

“Wait, why does his great-great-grandmother on the McFly side look like his mom? Does that mean his parents are…?”

Luka grinned. “I warned you. Don’t overthink it.”

Thomas shook his head. “Of course. My bad.” He smiled back. “You have a little something—” He pointed at one side of his lip.

“Oh.” Luka flushed.Of course.He wiped at his face. “Did I get it?”

“No.”

He tried again on the other side. “Now?”

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