"How long were you together?" Luc's voice was soft, almost blending with the delicate rustling of the leaves overhead.
"Me and Piper?"
"You got another girlfriend?"
Reese smiled. "Nope." He braced his shoulder against the trunk of the sturdy but slender tree that hovered over the pond. "Just a few months."
"She the one you said might become your fiancée?"
He remembered that? "Yeah."
"Well, you're better off without her. She didn't seem right for you."
Reese laughed. "You sound like Reegan."
"Reegan doesn't like Piper."
"Your sister's a smart lady. Always has been."
"She dumped your ass." Reese glanced sidelong and caught Luc's grin.
"Like I said, smart lady. Even back then."
"She regretted it, you know."
"Back then, or after I made it?"
"Well, back then and later."
Luc chuckled. He turned to face away from the pond. His shoulder brushed Reese's. "Well, she's damn beautiful, but she's not quite my type."
"Nah. She's Dave's type. They're happy together."
"Yeah. He's a good guy."
"Good. She deserves to be happy."
Reese nodded. An orange koi popped its big mouth up over the top of the water to gulp down a bug that had landed on the surface.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
Reese shrugged. "I'm okay."
Luc turned again. Reese's heart began to pound when he realized that the rockstar stood right behind him, his hand braced against the tree right behind Reese's head. He could feel the man's warmth at his back. He swallowed and kept his gaze on the fish.
"Are you?" Luc's low voice was right next to his ear.
He shuddered, trills racing down his spine. "Yeah."
He saw the hand come up. Saw those elegant, long fingers just before they cupped his chin. He felt the slight pressure of calloused fingertips on the side of his jaw, encouraging him to face Luc.
Dazed, he twisted his head, obedient to the gentle pressure on his jaw. His eyes immediately sought the hooded sable of Luc's.
Which were looking at his lips. "Are you?" Luc asked again, leaning closer.
The meeting of lips was a natural thing. So natural, so right, that it didn't occur to Reese to pull back. His eyes closed. He lifted his chin to allow the taller man better access. The tongue that gently prodded his mouth open was wet and delightfully flavorful. He sucked it in without thought, sinking against the tree trunk and turning more toward the other man.
The fingers on his chin fanned out over his cheek, then sank into the hair behind his ear. They took hold of his hair, controlling his head, keeping him still as the lips opened wider and the tongue sank deeper into the recesses of his mouth.
Reese sighed, his hands coming up to clutch the lapels of Luc's jacket and pull him close. Luc. Lucas Sloane. His dream. His...
His muddled brain figured it out finally. He opened his eyes and pushed.
Luc held him by the hair, prolonging the kiss until Reese finally wiggled too much. "What?"
"I don't ... we shouldn't..."
"Oh yes, we should." Luc leaned back in.
Reese braced his hands on Luc's chest, holding him away. "No! Quit it!"
"Don't tell me you weren't enjoying that."
"That's not the point. I ... ahhh!" He jumped.
Luc's other hand had dropped and firmly cupped the erection that tented Reese's tux trousers. "That is the point. You enjoyed it." The hand stroked Reese's dick through shirt, pants, and underwear. "Very much."
Reese shut his eyes, hands creeping up to Luc's shoulders. A moan poured from his throat as Luc continued to stroke. "S-stop."
"No." Warm, soft lips brushed Reese's cheekbone. "Not when you make pretty sounds like that." Kissed the outer corner of his eye.
"Wh-why are you doing this?" God, that felt good! Soft lips feathering his face, and a nice firm grip on his dick. Sure, slow strokes.
"Not obvious? I want to fuck you."
Reese heard himself moan. "B-but you're not..."
Luc chuckled, his breath a warm caress just behind Reese's ear. "I've long since stopped labeling myself."
Reese swallowed, having trouble following the conversation. "But ... that night. You said--"
"I was younger and stupid. You can't imagine how sorry I am for that night." Teeth closed gently on his earlobe and tugged. "Let me make it up to you."
"Make it up?"
The hand on his cock squeezed hard, making him gasp.
"Here. Your place. My hotel. The men's room. I don't care." Luc's tongue traced the rim of Reese's ear. "Although, I'd prefer if we went somewhere we could be all night." He pulled back enough to look at Reese. "I want to take my time with you."
Reese's eyes widened. He sank back against the trunk of the tree. "Huh?"
Luc leaned in to press a brief kiss to his lips. "I've years to make up for."
Reese pulled his head back, shaking it in a vain effort to clear it. "Wait. No. Stop. You don't have to make up for anything." He heard the breathless desperation in his voice, but was unable to mask it.