The air changed, and Eddy responded.  The bartender smiled, and Luke could not mistake the way he removed his glasses, taking away the last bit of separation between them.  Now Luke was looking directly into Eddy's eyes, and he'd never felt so exposed.<br/><br/>The man moved so sensually as he leaned against the counter that all Luke could do was stare at the languid movements, an involuntary thrill going down his spine.  He heard Eddy speak, voice like a low roll of thunder.  Ah... so he had asked.  And Eddy hadn't said no, exactly.<br/><br/>While he was trying to process that revelation-- that Eddy was gay, or at least into men, and that he was into<i>him</i>-- Luke was entirely at the mercy of Eddy's heavy stare, meeting it with his own wide-eyed, slightly bewildered gaze.  He could feel heat pooling in his cheeks, burning beneath the freckles, the warmth trickling down his neck.  He wasn't used to this.<br/><br/>God, he felt like a teenager again, all gangly limbs and awkwardness, shooting for someone way out of his league and so much more worldly.  Eddy was older, with tons of experience under his belt, in every sense; Luke wasn't a child, but he felt very childlike as he was confronted with the other man's clear flirtations.<br/><br/><i>Is this you asking...?</i>His mind went blank as he tried to speak, like a short-circuit.  Luke let out a small laugh, light and utterly melting with nervous pleasure.  He ran a hand through his hair again, a reflex as he pushed the dark strands back, and raised his glass to his lips to finish it off, a last bit of courage.<br/><br/>"I, uh..."  Luke stopped, still trying to bring his thoughts together as he stared up at the man he would very, very much like to have say yes, then slowly nodded his head with a bashful smile.  "Yeah, I am...  I'm asking."  The smile grew, bright and excited, and Luke's fingers played with the glass in his hand, running around the rim in an anticipatory manner.  "Definitely asking."<br/><br/>Definitely, absolutely, 100%.  Eddy was unbelievably hot, and if he was interested, Luke was not about to shie away.  He didn't do this often, very rarely in truth, but... this felt different.  And<i>God</i>, he was so curious about what other tattoos might be hiding under those clothes...<br/><br/>"So...  What, um, what do you say...?"  Luke couldn't hide the hopefulness, his whole face and body betraying his eager attitude.