Another Luke/Reid Comment Ficlet Or Something
Inspired by this post and conversation.
I'm now imagining a scenario where, like a year from now, Luke and Reid are living together, and Luke comes in where Reid's eating a sandwich, and Luke's all like, "So, I think I might put myself up for President of the condo association."
"Why?" Reid asks.
"Well, I know you're always upset when you see Mrs. Walker's dog's poop on the grass out front--"
"Really she should clean that up, everyone else with an animal follows the rules. She's not Madonna. She doesn't get to flaunt it."
Luke says, "Exactly. And besides that, the more I think about it, we really do need a new pool next summer, and if Morris is left in charge, he'll go cheap--"
"It'll be crap," Reid agrees.
"And Morris tends to alienate people, and if we're really going to manage all of those renovations someone who really cares about this place is going to need to be in charge."
"Can you fit it in between your Foundation responsibilities and the shipping company?" Reid asks, stuffing his face with a sandwich.
"I think I can. But...Reid...seriously, if you don't want me to do it, I won't."
Reid's eyebrows go up, and he's like, "Why would I care? Go for it. Make the place nice. I paid good money for it. I'd hate to see my investment go to pot."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah. Why would I care? If you're up to it, and you want to, go for it."
"Because I could totally--"
"Luke, why are you telling me this?"
"Well, it's just...I thought you might think I shouldn't do it."
"Why?"
"Um, this guy who's also going to be on the board, Kevin...I was, well, it's Kevin, you know, the guy I had a crush on in high school."
Reid takes another bite of his sandwich. "And?"
"And I thought you might be worried that I wanted to be close to him."
Reid looks perplexed. "Do you?"
"No! No, of course not! I mean, he's a great guy and we're friendly, but I'm not at all interested in him. I mean, if you're at all worried--"
"Why would I be worried?" Reid stands up and puts the meat and mustard back in the fridge. "Gotta go."
He walks by Luke and slaps his ass on the way to get his coat. "See you later, Mr. Condo Board President To Be. There better be some perks to this gig, though."
Luke laughs. "Like what?"
"Like some midnight action in the brand new pool this summer."
Luke snorts amused, and watches Reid put on his coat. "Really, you don't care?"
"Nope," Reid says. "Later."
Luke grabs one more kiss from by the door, and says, "I love you."
"Love you, too," Reid says, thumbing his chin and kissing him again. "I told you once before: I'm not Noah. Sorry if you wanted me to be jealous."
Luke shakes his head, grinning. "No. No, I really didn't."
"Good. See you tonight. If we're lucky."
Luke watches Reid walk to the elevators and then carefully shuts the door, leaning against it, grinning. His boyfriend is so very awesome.
I'm now imagining a scenario where, like a year from now, Luke and Reid are living together, and Luke comes in where Reid's eating a sandwich, and Luke's all like, "So, I think I might put myself up for President of the condo association."
"Why?" Reid asks.
"Well, I know you're always upset when you see Mrs. Walker's dog's poop on the grass out front--"
"Really she should clean that up, everyone else with an animal follows the rules. She's not Madonna. She doesn't get to flaunt it."
Luke says, "Exactly. And besides that, the more I think about it, we really do need a new pool next summer, and if Morris is left in charge, he'll go cheap--"
"It'll be crap," Reid agrees.
"And Morris tends to alienate people, and if we're really going to manage all of those renovations someone who really cares about this place is going to need to be in charge."
"Can you fit it in between your Foundation responsibilities and the shipping company?" Reid asks, stuffing his face with a sandwich.
"I think I can. But...Reid...seriously, if you don't want me to do it, I won't."
Reid's eyebrows go up, and he's like, "Why would I care? Go for it. Make the place nice. I paid good money for it. I'd hate to see my investment go to pot."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah. Why would I care? If you're up to it, and you want to, go for it."
"Because I could totally--"
"Luke, why are you telling me this?"
"Well, it's just...I thought you might think I shouldn't do it."
"Why?"
"Um, this guy who's also going to be on the board, Kevin...I was, well, it's Kevin, you know, the guy I had a crush on in high school."
Reid takes another bite of his sandwich. "And?"
"And I thought you might be worried that I wanted to be close to him."
Reid looks perplexed. "Do you?"
"No! No, of course not! I mean, he's a great guy and we're friendly, but I'm not at all interested in him. I mean, if you're at all worried--"
"Why would I be worried?" Reid stands up and puts the meat and mustard back in the fridge. "Gotta go."
He walks by Luke and slaps his ass on the way to get his coat. "See you later, Mr. Condo Board President To Be. There better be some perks to this gig, though."
Luke laughs. "Like what?"
"Like some midnight action in the brand new pool this summer."
Luke snorts amused, and watches Reid put on his coat. "Really, you don't care?"
"Nope," Reid says. "Later."
Luke grabs one more kiss from by the door, and says, "I love you."
"Love you, too," Reid says, thumbing his chin and kissing him again. "I told you once before: I'm not Noah. Sorry if you wanted me to be jealous."
Luke shakes his head, grinning. "No. No, I really didn't."
"Good. See you tonight. If we're lucky."
Luke watches Reid walk to the elevators and then carefully shuts the door, leaning against it, grinning. His boyfriend is so very awesome.