Luke felt a thrill trail down his spine when Eddy turned the stove off, and another much sharper than the first at the man's response.  The burner shut down with a click, the flame extinguished, but the more important ones were ignited and set ablaze.<i>What about it? </i>What about it indeed...<br/><br/>Luke gazed at Eddy hopefully, and then he heard what he had been wishing for, had his hopes fulfilled.  His smile grew bright, eyes dancing, and the boy let out a little bubble of laughter as he did exactly as Eddy told-- it wasn't a suggestion, but Eddy said it so gently, and Luke was more than willing to comply.  He was always more nh than willing, but Eddy never took advantage of his need to please, his desire to be useful and liked...  and Luke loved him for that.<br/><br/>He hopped up on the table, leaned back a bit as he spread his legs apart, and pulled the hem of the shirt up just enough to give Eddy a glimpse of himself beneath: the soft curve of his thighs against the surface of the table, the stiffening of his cock, the dusting of freckles that covered it all.  The shoulder of the borrowed shirt slipped just a little, letting the fragile slope of his collarbones be seen, and Luke bit the inside of his cheek, the dimple appearing for a moment.<br/><br/>"Like this, babe...?"  The words were full of laughter and teasing, Luke all but thrilled and barely able to contain his glee.  A wonderful start to a promising day.