Three weeks had passed since that night. The awkwardness between William and Luke had faded, but there was still something unspoken between them. They’d spent the last few weeks just being friends, catching up like they used to. No more heavy confessions, no more confusion. But as much as they pretended things were normal, William couldn’t ignore the way his heart would race every time Luke looked at him. And it seemed like Luke wasn’t ignoring it either.
It was a warm Friday night when it happened. The heat in the air was thick, and the city outside was buzzing with life. William had just finished a long day at work and was ready to crash. But then he got a text from Luke.
"You up for hanging out tonight? I’m free if you are."
William stared at the message for a while, wondering if tonight would be different. They had been texting, talking on the phone, and even hanging out more than they used to—but it always felt like they were walking water. Not quite ready to dive back into what had almost happened that night, but also not ignoring the pull between them.
"Yeah, come over. We can chill." William typed back, his fingers tapping nervously.
Luke responded almost immediately: "I’ll be there in 15."
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. William opened it to find Luke standing there, a grin on his face, looking as carefree as ever. His hair was a little messy, his shirt wrinkled, but there was a warmth in his eyes that made William's heart beat faster.
"Hey," Luke said casually, stepping inside. "What’s up?"
William stepped back to let him in. "Not much. Just thought we could chill like we used to."
Luke nodded, glancing around the apartment. "Yeah, sounds good." His gaze lingered on William for a second too long before he looked away like he was trying to hide something. William didn’t know what it was, but it was there. That thing they’d been avoiding. That thing he couldn’t name.
They grabbed some drinks from the fridge, both choosing beer, though neither of them really drank much anymore. It felt like the night was building up to something, but neither of them was willing to admit it out loud. They sat on the couch, the air thick with tension, and for a while, it was like nothing had changed. They joked, laughed, and talked about everything and nothing.
But the longer they sat there, the closer the space between them seemed to get. William couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore. He was too aware of how close Luke was, how the faintest movement made their knees brush, how his heart wouldn’t stop racing.
"So," Luke said, breaking the silence. "What do you think about... us? I mean, we’ve been footing around it for weeks."
William froze for a second. He knew where this was going. He’d been expecting it, but hearing it out loud made his chest tighten. "Us? You mean... what happened that night?"
Luke nodded, his gaze steady. "Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about it, Will. I think about you all the time, and I can’t pretend I don’t feel this anymore."
The words hit William like a wave. Everything in him wanted to say something, anything, to respond. But all that came out was a breathless, “I... I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
Luke’s eyes softened, and he leaned in just a little closer. "You don’t have to be ready, Will. I’m not asking for anything. I just... need to know if you feel the same way. If you want to try this."
William’s heart pounded in his chest. The space between them felt impossibly small now. He could feel the heat from Luke’s body, could smell his cologne, could hear his steady breathing. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. And before he could think about it too much, before his mind could talk him out of it, he kissed Luke. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t thought through—it was just... there. In the air between them, unavoidable.
The kiss was soft at first, just a gentle press of lips, but the moment it happened, everything shifted. Luke’s hand moved to the back of William’s neck, pulling him closer. William’s heart raced as their lips deepened, and everything about the world around him seemed to vanish.
Luke pulled away just enough to whisper, "You sure?" His breath was hot against William’s lips, and William could see the question in his eyes, the vulnerability.
William nodded, his hands trembling as he reached for Luke’s shirt. "Yeah. I’m sure."
The kiss started again, this time with more urgency, more passion. Clothes came off in a blur, skin against skin...
Luke’s lips moved slowly down William’s neck, pressing soft, hot kisses along his skin. William tilted his head back, giving him more access, his breath coming in shallow gushes. He could feel Luke’s breath against his skin, feel the heat of his lips as they kissed lower, just above his collarbone.
A soft moan escaped William's lips when he felt Luke’s teeth graze against his neck. The slight pressure sent a shiver down his spine, and before he could stop himself, he moaned quietly. Luke paused for a moment, his lips hovering over the skin, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You like that?” Luke’s voice was low, almost a whisper, and William nodded, biting his lip to keep himself steady.
Luke’s lips trailed down further, leaving soft kisses as he moved down William’s chest. His hands followed, running up his sides, pulling him closer as his lips left a trail of heat in their wake. When Luke reached his stomach, he paused, his eyes flicking up to William’s, a silent question in them. William gave a small nod, his breath hitching as he felt the weight of everything they were doing settling in.
Luke kissed lower, his lips brushing the waistband of William's jeans before he kissed just below it, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. William’s hands instinctively tangled in Luke’s hair, pulling him closer, the pressure building between them. Luke looked up at him again, and without a word, he kissed the sensitive spot just below William’s navel, his mouth soft and teasing.
The intenseness of it all was enough to make William’s head spin. He could feel the rush of heat spread through his body as Luke moved up, this time his mouth trailing a little higher. William’s breath hitched as he felt Luke’s lips brush over his collarbone again, this time lingering just a bit longer. The sensation of his skin being marked, of the faint pressure of teeth against his neck and chest—it was fresh, intense, and it sent a thrill through William that left him breathless.
Luke pulled away slightly, his lips leaving a trail of warmth on William’s skin before he looked up with a grin. "You're so beautiful, Will," he whispered, his voice rough and full of heat.
William’s body was still humming with the intensity of the moment. He couldn’t find words. All he could do was pull Luke closer, wanting more, needing more.
And as Luke kissed him again, slow and deep, William knew this night was far from over.
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