Luke's reaction was intensely gratifying. His smile, his laugh, the dimples, the stammering. Grey eyes impossibly wide, cheeks pink beneath the freckles. God he was so pretty and sweet. Bashful in a way that made him seem younger than he was. Innocent (though the way Luke eyed Eddy's body was anything but).<br/><br/>It would be uncomfortable if Eddy thought too hard about it. The age difference between them was staggering but the boy was 23 years old. Old enough to know what he wanted, and sober enough to make his own decisions, regardless if they were good or bad.<br/><br/>Eddy wasnt going to debate the morality of taking Luke to bed. All he knew was there was an eager thing in front of him, so gorgeous that even a saint would be tempted, and Eddy was no saint. He was going to hell for worse sins than this anyway.<br/><br/>So, he finished his drink slowly, letting Luke squirm a little more before answering. He was in no rush as he set his glass down, a quiet clink against the countertop.<br/><br/>"I'd say my place is closer," Eddy answered with a knowing grin.