Coven: Rising from the Ashes discussion

A quaint and peaceful home in the swampy areas of the river. Being the closest neighbor to the Academy for Witches and Warlocks it has security. Resting on the River just behind the Academy. Placed neatly in a calm cove making it seem more lake-like.
Mathew Goode lives here with a favorite of his mothers, Lukas Wolff. He pretty much keeps him there for safety reasons and treats him like a fatherly brother figure.

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Lukas turns onto a dirt road after passing the school half a mile back and at the very end of thegravela dn dirt road he parked at the top of a large incline. He hops out of hisjeep and locks it wearing a nice turquoise button shirt with th first top three buttons undone and the bottom one. His jeans were faded areopostale jeans and he was wearing his converse. His tattoo was very visible and wenthe wind blew the one under the shirt could slightly be seen.

Lukas leads Myles down the heal on a small paved path with a small number of natural rock stairs. He makes it to the bottom and opens the door walking in and leaving it open for Myles. "This is hoem sweet home. You can take your shoes off at the door their is a rack in the closet. He says removing his own and openignthe closet door and palcing them neatly on there. the place looked like a germiphobe lived here everything being very neat.

Lukas waits for Myles to kick off his shoes and leads him upstairs and turnig from the sitting room to a quaint kitchen. "There is another downstairs, but it is only used for simple things like when AMthew ahs a fuck buddy over and I don't want o go upstairs to get something to eat." He smirk charmingly. "So do you like Italian?" He asks wondering what Myles was thinking.

Myles follows Lukas diligently never missing beat or a turn before they finally reached their destination. Well at least he didn't have to worry about his sister, they were just behind the school. He hops off the bike and follows Lukas up the path, admiring the design of the house and garden. But once inside he could practically see Mathew written all over the house and it was slightly disturbing. He gingerly took his shoes off as instructed and put them in the closet. As he followed Lukas upstairs the last thing he wanted to hear was what Mathew got up to in his spare time, but didn't say anything. He shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose. I mean I'm not fussy. Why were you thinking of ordering something from takeaway?" He asked. He was never a fan of takeaways but some of them could be quite good if they put their minds to it, especially those run by a witch or wizard.

Lukas laughs half insulted, "No...actually I was goingto cook unless you prefer takeout?" Heasked. Lukas didn't want to fix a small meal for them if Myles was no fan of a home meal. He would gladly order pizza r take out form some place, but he enjoyed cooking and was good t it. "I mean it is up to you really...I cn do really anything, Greek, Italian, French, even Mexican, Creole, and Cajun." e offers the chocies to the cutie before him..."unless you are nto hungry at all the I have a few wine glasses and Mathew has a stash of realy any kind of alcohol one can think of form fine wine to the more stronger vodka's."

Myles was surprised to learn that Lukas cooked, he couldn't have pegged him for the type that liked to spend time doing such things. Myles preferred cooking because then he knew exactly what went in it and knew it was fresh and not processed. He put up his hand. "You do nth age to give me so many choices. If you are willing to cook then I'd prefer than. Not a take out fan myself, but considering what you said I assumed you wanted to order out." He told him. "As for drinks I don't think I'm going to even touch Mathew's stash." Not that he had a problem with drinks, he just didn't want to drink something Mathew had gotten his hands on. "And Italian is perfectly fine, I haven't had it in a while." He told him, looking around, trying to admire the decour.

Lukas nods, "Then please sit back and make yourself comfortable and I'll get my own stash out...that way you know it's not poisoned or cursed or infected with an STD." He smirks pulling out dishes and moving to the fridge and grabbing fresh vegetables and a bowl of seemingly homemade noodles. He clearly planned on this either way. Lukas starts cooking and getting everything going before he grabs two wine glasses and reached under the cabinet in th very back triyng to find his wine. "I know I hid that somewhere under here." He say searching his arse in the air as he did so the jeans hugging at his backside very snuggly.

Myles stood outside the kitchen and leaned against the bar, watching him with interest. However he was wondering what his last comment was meant to mean. Did he think that Myles was that paranoid about being in Mathews house or being around another guy for that matter? "Funny." He muttered, hiding his distaste with ease. As Lukas prepared the meal he could tell right away that he had prepared for this scenario before hand, thinking the guy a little cocky. But when he flashed his ass in the air he had to look away, his cheeks going pink. It had been a while since his last but brief relationship and because he was normally focused on work, school or his sister he had kind of blocked out his thoughts of desire. And Lukas with his ass in the air wasn't helping, feeling nervous already as he leaned against the counter. "Uh .. Try the other cupboard maybe." He cleared his throat, averting his gaze as best he could.

Lukas frowns remembering at last that it was indeed in the other cupboard. Lukas nods, "Yeah thanks..." He says movng to it and pulling out a liter of vodka and then a large wine bottle. "We have a lovely Red wine on the menu today...I would tell you the name, but it is something I cannot pronounce." He smiles charmingly and starts finishing up dinner after pouring them a nice glass full of the wine.
It didn't take Lukas long to have some sort of Alfredo Linguini ready to go and neatly presented on plates as if he were on Iron Chef America. "Here we are if you will follow me to the dinig window." He says charmingly with the two plates and two bottles and two glasses even with his hands full he walked rather comfortably downt he hall fo the kitchen and to a hall shaped room that presented them with a view of the yard. He sets the table quickly and at last pulls out Myles' chari for him, "Here you are, Sir." He says smirking. He then reaches tot he center and light a candle who's flame flickers a constant blue.

Myles was a little skeptical when he saw the bottle of wine and the vodka, he didn't mind a drink or two but he wasn't one to touch the hard stuff. "That's ok." He watched as Lukas cooked and set up the food, seeing that he was quite skilled in the kitchen, making him wonder how he wasn't a chef in some restaurant by now. He followed, the smell of fleshing cooked food ensnaring his senses, his stomach eager to get started on the delicious food that had been presented as they made their way to the dinning table. Feeling a little awkward and nervous he thanked him and sat down, righting himself. "Looks great, by the way. So how come your not a chef? You seem like you'd be pretty qualified." He wondered, taking a sip of some wine.

((leaving for the beach soon))

Lukas nods for him to eat up, "Well, I am not one to really share my gifts with the world. That's why I applied for a job as a mechanic. I mean I love cooking, but Mathew says for me to work somewhere that I can be more understood. He actually recommended your place. He only wants me to work around members of the coven and refused me to try and get a job in Voodoo territory. I would love to cook Cajun and Creole, but only good spots are in their territory, plus, I doubt someone would hire a guy who has no education in the culinary arts. I taught myself and amateurs are never welcome in the real good places. No one would ever look at me and believe I have real talents. I could never tell anyone anything about cooking it is just something I know how to do." He explains. He really could never tell a person the difference between whipped and scrambled, much less the types of utensils needed to cook with. He just uses what is at hand and makes something of it.

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Myles started on the meal and tried the linguine, sucking some up that was trying to escape his mouth, licking his lips. He was surprised and somewhat unsurprised that Mathew did in fact recommend him. He was another who was prejudice of others who were not of the coven. "Well have you ever thought to opening up your own cafe or restaurant. You don't need qualifications, all you need is to cook good food and have good hygiene." He told him as he ate some more of the pasta, actually enjoying the flavours that danced on his tongue. "I have a feeling if you started it up with enough money in witch territory you'd have a hit. You could learn some culinary skills while you go along." He told him, shrugging his shoulders. "Just a thought if it is something you really want to do."

Lukas frowns, "Mathew always tells me never to push past my own limits if I have a goal that includes needing money then I should never bother pursuing it unless I know how to make it possible and do so immediately. I've learned that listening to him is best while living under his roof. It is never a safe thing to simply object agaisnt him...he could easily kick me out and make me walk if he so desired and I respect his advice enough to never pursue anytihng out of my reach." He expains sipping on his wine. Then taking a small bite before wiping his mouth and giving a nod. "I'll have dessert out in a few moments. " He syas with a charming smile as if trying to avoid the subject that was broguht up of him actually being able to do something and feel important to hismelf and not jsut the coven. "Besides if I were to do something like that it would not be in witch territory...I want diversity to prove the bondage between the two once rivals. I feel bringing soul food intot he mix could be very rewarding for both my personal bond with the Voodoo's and the Coven's bond with them."

Myles immediately frowned at the mention of 'one track mind' Mathew. Yes he agreed about not pushing your boundaries when you were limited with them in the first place, but if you knew how to stretch them and become better than you are then why not. He could tell the guy had talent it was all about nurturing such a thing with a sturdy foundation to build off of. He gave an ignoring nod, sipping some wine. Charming looks aside he thought the kid deserved more instead of being stuck under the thumb. "Well I am not suggesting to jump so far out of your limits that you drown. I'm saying that you should take small steps, build things up while your working at the garage. You can do your normal job while aiming for something you really dream of doing. All the greats start off small. Besides you can always build on neutral ground, have a sign that states all feuds are to be left outside. Just a thought as I said." He told him, eating some more.

Lukas smirks with a lgiht nod loving how Myles seemed to always be the one to uplift those who needed it without giving too much pity to the self pitying. He was so intriguing that way and rather hot. "I'll go get something for us to finish on." He says nodding kindly before leaivng the table. He returns rather quickly with a delectable key lime pie with sprinkled coconut and a gentle mint leaf int he center. "Hope you like homemade pie...I'm not the best with desserts, but I enjoy making them the most they seem to be the one thing you can be msot creative with." He smirks charmingly.
He slices Myles a piece and then himself. "If you don't like it I can get soemthing else. I mena I made four other things...I wanted you to be happy with whatever I had so I aimed to please." He explains hismelf.

Myles watched Lukas leave and disappear into the kitchen as he finished off the last of his meal, whipping his mouth before sipping some wine. He had a weird feeling but couldn't put his finger on it and it was bugging him. When Lukas came back out with a pie and an explanation for his dessert he wondered what the guy was up to. He gave a light smile and took the pie with a thank you. Raising a brow mid way through getting a slice of the pie to his pie hole he looked at him with a soft but narrowed gaze. "If you are trying to butter me up for a promotion it's not working." He told him, a joking smirk on his lips. "The pie is fine, stop fretting." He told him, taking a bite. "See I really think you should aim for your own establishment."

Lukas laughs lightly, "right...well I think I should jsut keep to the shop for now until you become tired of my company." He jokes lightly. With a charming smile he still held hsi doubts, but Myles seemed to be a nice guy he was attractive and apparently available if at all possible. "When you are finished if you like we can either go onto the balcony or even the lower deck outside." He offers kindly hoping Myles was in no rush to get the ngiht over with, but naturally he would be able to sense such a thing in his body language given one of his msot special talents.

Myles wondered, even if he was joking, why he thought he'd get bored. He might get bored easily but not with people, people always changed and surprised. He nodded and ate some more of the pie, still thinking the guy had a raw talent for food. He checked the time and realized what kind of sky it would be. He stood up and grabbed his dessert and wine. "Come on we should go and sit outside. Apparently if I am correct there will be a meteor shower, it's meant to be unmissable." He pushed his chair in. "Come on lead the way or we will miss it." He told him, sipping some more wine.

Lukas stands grabbing the bottle of wine and moving to the kitchen leading him out onto the top balcony after grabbing the bottle of vodka for hismelf. Lukas didn't know why, but when he was nervous and enjoyinhg himself he always drank.
He points out a lounge chair to Myles and sits downin one hismlef pulling out a lighter and lighting a few tiki torches around to keep bugs away and then settling into his own chair he sat down as the sun lowered itself under the water and the skies went dark and filled with stars but nothing falling yet. He uncaps the bottle of vodka and takes a strong swig. Then hands the wine bottle to Myles figuring the guy wasn't big on hard drinks. "It's beautiful out here at ngiht.

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(( aww ok bye ))

Myles followed Lukas down the hall and onto the balcony finding it was quite cosy out here considering it was outside. He set the plate down on the little side table along with his wine glass. He sat down and was unsure when he took the wine bottle from Lukas, wondering how drunk the kid intended to get. Once the torches were lit he looked up at the golden streaked sky before it went dark. "Yeah, but wait and you'll see something magnificent." He muttered, watching the sky closely. The minute it was time he snuffed the torch lights out with a simple clench of his fist. They were plunged into darkness. "3...2...1.." Clicking his fingers like a snap on snap off light the sky lit up with a thousand precious gems. He smiled at the marvelous wonder as stars streaked across the sky, branding patterns on the velvet blanket. "Brilliant."

Lukas looks up in awe he could not believe how brilliant it truly was looking over for a moment at Myles he couldn't help but stare as he watched him in the streaaking lights above. He looked like a god in the light of a new sun. He was beautiful and even more so under such a gorgeous view from above. It was as if the heavens tore apart merely because he willed it to be so.

Lukas knew his fantasies were never to come true, but a guy can still dream as he looked up occasionally at one of the fullest skies seeming to strike the earth in a glorified brilliance making note to form a crown above them. The streaks seemed to flow so wonderfully that it seemed much like a coordinated dance. "yeah, you're beautifully so..." He says not catching what he said or that he was staring blindly into Myles' eyes that were shimmering, fixated upon the skies.

Myles had no words for what was happening above. Magic would have been one way to describe it but even magic couldn't compare to the natural dance the sky was doing. He loved catching the meteor shower when ever it came about, hoping his sister was watching the same sky. Last time they had seen something like this they were nothing but kids. He was pulled from his thoughts at Lukas's strange words and looked over at him, finding the guy staring boldly in his direction, causing him to blush ever so slightly. "Right." He muttered, grabbing his glass of wine. For some reason he felt nervous. "Beautiful sky." He added, sipping his wine, trying his best not to focus on the way Lukas was staring at him like he was something out of a fairy tale.

Lukas blinks noticing he was staring aain and looked back up at the sky not nearly with half as much enthusiasm as he shared for the vision beside of him. He takes a strong drink of the vodka as if it were water without a flinch at the sting of alcohol he merely frowns at the sky wishing this moment came with gentle kisses over Myles' sexy body. "Yeah..the sky..." He says downing hs head nervously.

Myles tried focusing in the night sky, wondering how to ease the tension out of the atmosphere. He shifted uneasily in his chair as he sipped his wine, feeling that niggling fuzzy feeling on his mind. He was never good with alcohol in the first place, it only took a couple of shot glasses to get him drunk it was absurd, plus he never understood the appeal of a hangover the next morning. The meteor shower slowed to its ultimate end and the sky was left with a sprinkle of diamonds across the dark pool. "Oh well I guess the shows over." He muttered, still looking up at the sky.

Lukas glances back at Myles taking another large drink feeling his head feel a light buzz, knowing he would feel drunk once he stood up. "Yeah...it was beautiful thanks for letting me watch that with you...I've never seen anytihng like it before...it was mesmerizing." He says lightly looking at Myles with a half smirk. "Not nearly as much as yourself, but quite wonnderful really." He became far too honest when the drink hit him.

Myles felt himself nervously blush, not quite sure how to go about things. He put his finished wine glass down and stood up, relighting the torches so they could see better. "Well you are welcome I'm glad you liked it." Unsure how to respond to such bold moves. For a guy who was more man than some straight guys, when it came to being with someone else he wasn't the boldest, nor was he sure what to do some of the time. It was his weak point in knowledge and life. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked out over the water. "Maybe we should head back inside, seems to be getting a little chilly out here."

Lukas nods, "Yeah that's fine...leave the torches lit though...I may want to come back out later jsut to think after a hard night of being around you...I mean a night where I'm trying not to cross any of your employer/employee boundaries." He could not comprehend the fact that he was speaking his mind more so than usual and probably the msot he had ever said to him the entire time knowing him.

((sorry for all the short post coughing my head off))

Myles raised a brow in surprise, wondering just how much this guy fancied him, not that he was objecting it was just that he didn't want things to be awkward or tense or things to get ruined. The last couple of relationships he had they hadn't ended well. "Well at the moment we aren't employer and employee it is after hours." Unsure why he was telling him this in the first place because he knew that it could be considered as an invite, not that he was against it. He tucked his hands into his pocket. "Well I wasn't planning on leaving so early so don't think too hard." He told him with a small smile as he ducked back inside, knowing full well he was being stupid.

(( don't worry. Try lemon and honey tea, might help ))

((OH god no...I drink hot tea but never with lemon or honey I am a traditional brit lol plain tea four cubes please lol hold the cream))

(( good to hear that. I'm a plain tea drinker too, nothing but earl grey for me. Can't under stand how people can do honey and lemon myself. Just heard it helps. ))

((okay made some hot tea on the kettle taste great))

Lukas smirks sliding the door clsoed behind him and walks to the the stairs leading up to an attic. "Up here is my room and well my basic needs." He says palinly wlaking up them expecting hopefully for him to follow. "You can come up if you would like...you don't actually have to, but I mean I don't care to show you around." He was still carrying his bottle of vodka gripping the rails before opeing up into his room."

Myles didn't have anything better to do plus he thought it might be interesting to get an idea of what the guy was like, even though he knew him quite well already just by watching him, not that he was trying to watch him but it was difficult not to. He was blushing at his own thoughts, grimacing at the stupidity of them as well. He noticed Lukas was wobbling on his feet as he made his way up, wondering if he shouldn't try and take it from him to slow him down. "Uh maybe you should take it easy on the hard stuff there." He told him as he followed his up with ease, still feeling fuzzy in the head. Being polite was a pain when accepting drinks. "Nice room." He complimented as he stepped inside.

Lukas smirks, "Yeah I like to keep things in order a mess is not tolerated...Mathew tends to not care on drunken fucks, but I clean up behind hims o he doesn't wake up yelling at me for reasons of his doing." He says plainly ignoring taking it easy. He drank when he was nervous and was not about to stop until the tension was let up either by Myles leaving or doing something a bit more drastic than his blunt words to Myles. Lukas wanted him and it wasn't the drink putting thoughts in his head he really wanted him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and offered a seat besde him slightly leaned forward his head half slanted to the flor as he began to think of what to say next. "You know you are one of the first guys I've ever invited here much less into my own room."

Myles leaned against the door frame, scrunching his nose up at more information on Mathew that he didn't want to know much less think about. He wondered why Lukas was still living under the same roof as Mathew, when he could in fact get a place all to himself. He gave him a soft look and went over taking a seat beside him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder or at least he ping to keep it that way considering his mind was cooperating with him. "Well I suppose I should say I'm honored, but that might be a little bold of me." He told him half jokingly. "You ok, your not going to be sick are you? You might want to take it a little easy on the bottle as I said before." He told him, placing his hands on his knees. "Like to read then?" Hoping to direct a small conversation to ease the tension.

Lukas looks up giving a charming smile, "You know I feel more fine than ever actually in your company sometimes I wish our shop stayed open longer. I mean...I'm fine drinking, it's just I'm thinking. Please don;t take this the wrong way, but....aww never mind it's stupid." He says downing his ehad agains and looking over at his dresser. He takes another dirnk before he glances over at Myles' hand on his knee loving the closure. He sets the bottle down infront of him and caps it. "I like reading yeah...you? "He asks plainly. He wanted to keep the conversation less form hsi thoughts now and more to wherever Myles was taking it a bit more realizing as to how much he was speaking what was on his mind more or elss keeping it to hismelf rather than letting all of it out, especially the bit about how much he would simply be happy to jsut taste Myles' lips.

He puts his hands in his lap, clasping them in a way of trying to ease some tension out of himself. He hadn't been this casual around another guy in ages and it unnerved him slightly, not that he didn't mind being so around Lukas, but it had just been a while for him to be so relaxed. He raised a brow at confession wondering where he was going with such things. He gave Lukas a little nudge with his shoulder. "No no continue." He attempted to encourage him even though it was just him being curious. He looked around the room and spotted a couple of books. "Yeah anything except the new age fiction. Old fiction like Shakespeare, Doyle, etc those kind of things are more my taste. They tend to make you think." Hoping it was working, not that he was trying to be boring he was just nervous. He might be butch outside but inside he was that soft little boy.

Lukas smirks, "Are you wanting me to continue with my interest in old ancient novels such as the illiad and shakspeare or what I told you to never mind about..because honestly at this point I have come to realize the onyl reasonable way to discribe what I was going to say was going to be far more detailed ina sense of showing than telling. He says rather bluntly once again. Trying laugh lightly to cool himself off not realizing his hand had now moved to Myles knee as his hand left Lukas's.

Myles rubs the back of his neck unsure how to continue with the conversation because in the back of his head her new he really didn't want to now about books at the moment, but then again he was unsure whether he should pry Lukas to reopen the rest of his words on the matter. He flushed and stiffened when he felt a warm hand on his knee, trying his best not to squirm. "Well it should hurt for you to continue with what you were going to say, besides how am I going to know if it is stupid if you don't tell me." He told him, attempting to figure out a way to keep calm. The hand on the knee wasn't helping either. "So what were you going to say?"

Lukas frowns, "Well again don't take it wrong but all I can think about is kissing you right now." He says it quickly and softly removing his hand rather fast from Myles' knee. He held his hands tightly together frightened as to how he might react worst case he gets shot down.
He unconsciously slides an inch away from him hlaf worried that this could ruin his chances of ever having even a freindly relationship with Myles now.

Myles leaned back onto his hands against the bed, looking around the room for a moment before landing his gaze on Lukas who looked suddenly small and cute. He was curious to see if the guy was just having superficial crush because of looks end of or if it was something a little more developed. Sighing he cricked his neck back before looking at Lukas once more. "Well go on, have a try. Kiss me and see what you think after." He told him, no jokes, no strings no nothing, just a simple comment with some encouragement thrown in. He wasn't trying to be mean or embarrassing, he was just trying to see if the guy would lose interest after sating his desire for a kiss.

Lukas looked half shoacked turning his head abck at Mles and smirking with a blush in his cheeks. "Seriously?" He asks but without an answer because he kne wMyles rarely joked he turned to his side as MYles was leaned abck and slowly leaned down over him from the side and tasted the air around MYles mixing with his owna dn it felt almsot perfect. He gasped for a moment before he leans down careful not to touch Myles anywhere lese but still turned laying half way on the bed holding hismelf up by his hand. He allows his lips to gently touch Myles' lips. Taking in the sweet taste he inhales a deep breath pulling abck feeling he lasted to long for a first kiss. He downs his head at Myles's chest. "That was really good. I mean like really good." He says blushing even more as the red creeps up hsi cheek bones.

Myles didn't reply to the obvious answer to his question, knowing Lukas already knew what he had asked. He watched him closely, intensely as he closed in on him. The contact was brief but alive and it almost had his hard exterior melting under the heat. His own cheeks were flushed after Lukas pulled away, the ghost of his lips still tingling there. He gives a deeply chuckle, ruffling his hair in a manner that suggested he was cute. "I barely did anything." He teased, realizing he was probably enjoying himself too much at the moment. Tucking his index finger under Lukas's chin he lifted his gaze to his own. "Feeling better then?" He asked curiously, not that he should be curious but it was ab ad habit both him and his sister had.

Lukas smirks leaning into Myles once mroe a lightly playing his lips with Myles'. He inhales deeply the sweet scent and at last kisses him once mor elightly moving his lips up and down with yles flicking his tongue gently agianst Myles own tongue. He tasted so good he wanted more as he slides a gentle hand up his torso and cups the side of his face gently slowly moving his torso aginst Myles pressing down only slightly as hsi kisses and then pulls back sucking on his bottom lip hard. This was a real man with a real man and it felt too good to be true. At last feeling the tingle in hsi own lips he smirks downa t Myles charmingly sweet. "What do you think?" He asks half seductively and half curious hsimelf.

Myles was barely expecting a second pounce to the lips, but his lips were so tempting after so long, trying his hardest not to deepen it further but failed miserably as Lukas coaxed his tongue out. He tasted unnaturally of vodka and lime cheesecake but it wasn't so bad, especially with the sweetness added in. Tingles flared along his skin were Lukas had touched, trying harder not to enjoy it, still failing. Damn him for being cute. Chuckling deeply he realised the wine he'd drank earlier wasn't helping him make logical decisions. They shouldn't but he had deprived himself for so long it almost hurt not to entertain the idea. His arms had already half buckled under their combined weight and he didn't think he could resist much longer. Capturing his lips of his own will he teased him with a nip. "You tell me." He told him, eyes daring.

Lukas smirks moving onto Myles fully stradling him and pulling his shirt off form the bottom up revealing the edge of his tattoo at his pants line. He smirks as hsi abs tighten adn hie leans down sliding a hand up Myles shirt and kisses his chin teasingly before pecking his lips. He deepens the kiss and presses his body ligtly agianst his still rubbing his abs with his hand under Myles shirt. He lvoed the feel of it all and desired more. tugging up at his shirt he wanted him badly and it was more than physical he really wanted this guy trying hard to read the body language of Myles was ahrder than ever intoxicated. But he hoped he woudl want him as well.

Myles finally gave under their combined weight having to lay back just to look up at Lukas, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He didn't even hide the fact his eyes were blatantly following the hem of Lukas's shirt, drifting over the abs and toned muscles, his mind drawing a blank on the matter, all logic having fled. His body tensed at the flesh on flesh contact to his body, even if it was just a hand, it made him very aware of the heat and the tingles now racing to cloud his mind. It was getting too hard to resist and his body couldn't even be bothered to protest either as he quivered under the sweet pressure of Lukas's lips and teasing hands. "You are making it very hard to think."He muttered in a deeply hot tone.

Lukas smirks pulling back for a moemnt, "So don't thinka nd jsut do what feels right to you. "He says playfully. "Maybe you should loosen up some. Lukas slides back off of him...and grabs a folded sheet from a dresser, "Here undress and wrapp this around your waist and either aly on your back or stomach...I can help you lossen up...you are way to tense." He sounded half seductive and half professional like he has done this all hsi life an on call masseuse.