More kisses, simple and perfect; they could have stayed like that forever, and Luke would have never complained.  Nobody kissed him like Eddy did, nobody touched him in such a way...  It made him feel special, important, things he hadn't imagined himself as in years.<br/><br/>Luke laughed again in delight as Eddy scooped him up, pulled him into his lap like he weighed nothing; he felt like he was supposed to be there, resting against Eddy's chest and hips pressed together.  It was comfortable, they barely had to work to make each other fit so well, something that had never been so easy or natural.<br/><br/>In between kisses, Eddy spoke softly, the words fluttering in Luke's ears as Eddy's lips moved against his.  The boy's face was pink with a shyness, a flattered modesty, darkening the freckles sprinkled across his features.  Those grey-blue eyes shone bright, fanned by black lashes that made their color seem so much more intense.<br/><br/>"I missed you too...  I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see me again...  I'm very glad I was wrong."  Luke ran a hand over Eddy's shirt, meandering and light, an affectionate stroke that showed his gratitude and satisfaction.  The evening could have gone so different; they both could have gone their seperate ways, Eddy could have just sent him off, or Luke could have lost his courage and never stopped by... He was so thankful he had.