He could tell Eddy knew now, could tell he knew it all.  Luke had never been good at hiding things; not really, not for anyone who took the time to truly look at him, to see beneath the surface.  Eddy knew everything because he<i>looked</i>, and Luke was so grateful.  So grateful, and embarrassed, and freed by the man's stare, by the ability to gaze across and have his own eyes be reflected back, along with everything else.<br/><br/>Eddy smiled at him, watched his freckled hand slide over his body until it came to a tentative stop, and Luke waited with his heart pounding in his chest, waited to find out what Eddy wanted.  What he would do, what he would allow Luke to do.<i>I want you</i>...  Yes?  Yes, what?  What?  Luke strained to listen, every fiber of himself focused; there it was, on the tip of Eddy's tongue, and the boy had to calm his impatience and his anticipation in order to hear.  What did he want...?  What could Luke give him...?<br/><br/>Luke felt Eddy's hand shift, pulling away from the softness between his legs to another softness, fragile skin wrapped around thin bones and dotted with brown speckles like a bird's egg.  The question filtered through the low humming that came from Eddy, rumbling into Luke's ears and pricking at his spine, near enough to make him tremble.  He wanted to know what Luke thought about when he wasn't there, when he didn't have Eddy nearby...  What went on in his head when alone.<br/><br/>There were many things he could say, but they were all taken from him as Eddy brought Luke's fingers to his lips and let them slip by: just a couple, just a little ways in, but it was enough.  The impending shiver in Luke's spine was set off, running the length of his body and making him quiver, and a quiet, caught sound fluted out of him with ease.  Oh, oh, Eddy was good at this, knew what to do when even Luke didn't know.  The boy's rain-grey eyes were wide and brilliant, set against the blooming haze of his cheeks, and his bitten lips turned pink.<br/><br/>"I think about my life," he started slowly, mesmerized by Eddy's stare and the obscenely delightful touches the man's tongue offered, his hand and mouth so warm and inviting... His voice wavered into something like a moan, fingers curling just a little and touching Eddy's teeth.  The beard rubbed at his skin, set it ablaze with sparks of an inner fire.<br/><br/>"I think about my future...  But mostly,"  Luke paused, his tone low and sweet and aching, "Mostly I think about you."  Luke thought about Eddy all the time: thought about what he might be doing just then while they were apart, thought about the way he curled up around Luke in bed, thought about his face and his body, his physical and intellectual presence.  There was always the presence, whether or not they were in the same room together; it could have been days since Luke had seen Eddy, but it always felt like the man was just outside his field of view, about to step right back in.<br/><br/>"Mostly... I think about the next time you will be there..."  Luke stopped, air catching in his chest as he breathed deeply, and then a shy smile appeared.  "Sounds a little cheesy, but it's true."  And Eddy had wanted to know.