Soft

by mlGoggles

Summary:

Luke and Jamie hides from the rain at Luke's place.

Notes:

• Translation into 中文-普通话 國語 available: 【卢杰】Soft（软） by Haghose

This was inspired by @trnk's LukeJamie art on Bluesky. Permission received from artist.

https://bsky.app/profile/mlgoggles.bsky.social/post/3kif4g52s3522

 

Luke was the one to suggest a casual night in his apartment. The rain pitter-patters against the windows, reflecting the fluorescent street lights as much as the moon's shine. The TV is playing some generic action movie, with stunts so bad, they've been poking fun at it while having dinner. Two empty pizza boxes and cans of beer litter the coffee table in front of them. At some point, Jamie had laughed so hard he crushed the can he'd been holding in his hand. The resulting explosion splashed the drink all over his shirt. One laughter-filled trip to the bathroom later, Jamie comes back shirtless, dripping with droplets of water he used to wash the alcohol off of him. He still smells faintly of it, but the ever-present scent of his herbal drink covers most of it.

 

Luke and Jamie have been in a … situationship for nearly a month now. Apparently, the rushing heat and adrenaline from their fights really make it easy for them to slip into arousal, with all the blood rushing everywhere. Couple that with their attraction for each other's physique and you'd get two horny guys slipping into alleys and having sloppy makeouts while their hands get busy groping anywhere they can. After a few more similar encounters, Jamie was the one who suggested they stop doing it in seedy–and honestly very unhygienic–places and get a proper room to fuck in. Luke, of course, readily complied. Because why not? Right? And a few trips to gaudy, pink hotel rooms later, they agreed on going to whichever of their homes is closer instead. So far, they've mostly ended up at Luke's place. Neither of them has each other's contact information, but their fights seem to coincidentally be taking place closer and closer to the Buckler gym and his apartment building lately, so it's only natural that they'd fall into Luke's bed … or couch … or against one of the walls in his home …

 

Luke sneaks a glance at Jamie. The movie is winding down to a lull now. A quiet little scene for the characters to have a heartfelt talk before the explosions begin again. There's no music. Just the gruff voice of the protagonist talking to the survivors. Jamie seems to be getting drowsy already, if the way his head drooping backwards means anything.

 

His gaze quickly snaps back to the screen as Jamie yawns, stretching his arms a bit and nonchalantly resting them on the back of the couch. Luke swears he can feel the heat from Jamie's hand, which is oh so close to him now. His brain supplies him with the classic image of a couple sitting together and the guy doing a super obvious move to hold the girl.

 

Is Jamie doing that? To him?

 

Luke’s ears burn at the mere thought of Jamie doing something so cheesy. But it's just so endearing! He doesn't know when, but he had fallen for the Hongkonger. The sex is great, and their fights are exhilarating. Luke had tried to wine and dine Jamie once in an effort to be a bit more gentlemanly, and as thanks for giving him a good time. But Jamie had turned down the offer to go to a fancy restaurant, and dragged him to a place in Chinatown, where all the tables were wooden and chairs plastic, and with not a lick of English being spoken. It made Luke vow to learn just enough Chinese to order his own food next time. That was one of the times where they were not at each other's necks, and Luke loved it. Jamie's annoying barks of laughter during their matches started sounding good to his ears. His smile became as radiant as the sun. His gaze lit a different kind of fire inside Luke, and he now finds himself rushing at Jamie for more than just to sock him right in the jaw.

 

He likes to think that, at the very least, Jamie also reciprocates his feelings. Why else would he stay when Luke rejected a fight with him, and invited Jamie to his home, so he can wait out the rain before going back to patrol?

 

Speaking of rain, judging by the heavy, howling wind outside his window, it must have grown into a full storm.

 

He steals a look at Jamie again, and finds him asleep.

 

Luke takes it as a chance to stare. Just for a little bit. The red that accentuates Jamie's eyes are still sharp. Two thin lines that make it look like the fighter's eyes are giving off embers. He spots a tiny, little mole on Jamie's left cheekbone. It's faint, but in the light from the TV, Luke can see it.

 

And finally, his lips.

 

Luke has learned from the first few times they had kissed that Jamie uses lip balm (or is it lip gloss? He’s never learned the difference), but his lips are always shiny, and his kisses sometimes have different flavors. Menthol, lemon, cherry, and many more that he couldn't remember. Luke always lost himself in the sensations before his brain could analyze what he's tasting on his tongue. It's always Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.

 

Luke leans in unconsciously, inexplicably drawn to the sleeping man. Jamie's breath smells of beer, but he's not disgusted at all. He lifts a hand to cradle Jamie's face.

 

And of course, the man wakes up.

 

Dark brown eyes meet blue. Jamie doesn't seem surprised to find him in this position.

Luke doesn't wait for the other shoe to drop. He closes his eyes and presses his lips against Jamie's. Just a small peck. A gentle touch, unlike their frantic, lust and adrenaline-filled ones that tastes of copper and sweat, and filled with tongue and teeth.

 

He stays there for a moment, holding his breath. His heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest with how full it is. He has never allowed himself this. Soft and sweet aren't exactly words that people would describe him with. His life, at its core, boils down to a series of fights, one after another. There's no time for him to be like this. No one has understood, and even now he doubts he could explain it well enough for anyone. With blood on his hands, literally and figuratively, who could he open up to?

 

And is it selfish for him to use Jamie like this. To let himself be taken so completely by Jamie's presence, and forget all about his woes. To focus on the man who boldly called for his attention, and contested him with no fear for what he has done. Who in their right mind would get into a fight with a random stranger who just bumped into them on the street?

 

Luke pulls back, breaking the kiss. He opens his eyes and finds Jamie still looking at him. Those dark eyes pierce right through him, and Luke would love nothing more than for Jamie to truly see him for what he is. He'd gladly lay himself bare for him. Whatever verdict Jamie decides for him, he'll accept without question, just to keep him here a second longer.

 

The Hongkonger raises an eyebrow.

 

"Just once?" 

 

His voice is teasing. His gaze even more so.

 

Luke surges back in. Another kiss on the lips. One more on the corner of his growing smile. And one on his cheek. Jamie's tickled laugh makes Luke's heart flutter as he pulls him in fully for a hug, peppering kisses all over his face, and then down to his neck. If this is the kind of love he had missed in his teenage years, Luke is glad that he's able to have it now. Eventually, Jamie pulls him up to connect their lips properly, holding the blonde still by his chin. There is tongue, but the kiss is languid, soft in a way that makes Luke's heart melt, and he believes in the lie he tells himself just a teensy bit more that Jamie loves him. He tastes of salt and alcohol. It's the most perfect kiss ever in the whole wide world until his lungs burn for oxygen. He breaks their kiss and leans down to rest on Jamie's shoulder, hiding his increasingly flushing face.

 

"...Bed?" He hears Jamie ask, one of his hands coming up to card through Luke's hair, petting him gently like he's an adoring dog.

 

"Bed."

 

They tumble onto the mattress, Jamie on top of him. Luke makes sure to kiss every single part of Jamie that he loves and worships. There's no rush. Only passion, and Luke trying his damndest to make Jamie feel it. They fall asleep with their bodies still tangled together.

 

And Luke decides that he'll let his tomorrow self deal with the heartbreak, if Jamie leaves him to wake up alone when the morning comes.

 

Notes:

Thank you @etherealevening (twitter) for being my beta reader again. And thank you trnk-san for letting me write this!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of LukeJamie oneshots