This is a short chapter, giving a little look back into the past, and more of a description of the guys. More to come soon!
Chapter four: Old times
That night I was laying in my bed, it was about 5 am and I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I kept imagining Luke's face; it was haunting me even with my eyes open. He was so strong, his face artistic but harsh. He could be truly beautiful if he ever wiped the permanent frown from his brow. He had a square face, tan but not from the sun, the Indian in his blood fierce. He had full lips, that were a dark pink, his beautiful eyes were searing with intensity no matter when you looked at them.
He had a big nose, I thought with a smile, his face was beautifully carved all but his big nose. I thought it was sexy, made him not so perfect but close enough to be real. He wasn't small in any department, he had wide shoulders like a quarterback, abs like paint rollers under his skin, thick thighs and everything in between was.....balanced with the rest of him.
He is so different from me, I thought, my eyes closing as I thought about that Halloween party. I wasn't ridiculously small, but I had nothing on Luke. At 5'9 he literally towered over me at 6'6, even taller than Leslie. He probably weighed almost 300 pounds, while I weighed almost 205.
I had muscles, not big ones, but enough that most of the time I could hold my own. Luke had taught me to fight and to fight dirty when I had hit 17 and the first of many of Luke's enemies had tried to come after me. I had blonde hair that was long enough to brush past my ears and get in my eyes, his was short, black and spiked most days. I had a light farmer's tan, which was ghostly next to him, and when his big hand wrapped around my smaller one it felt more right than anything in my life ever had.
Leslie was a whole different story. Leslie was 6'4, lean but muscled, probably around 260 pounds. He had brown hair, which was shaved like a military buzz cut, deep brown eyes that could see a lie from a mile away, and his body was basically everything in between me and Luke.
He had the country boy tan, the medium sized everything, from hands to feet, and he was peacemaker always. What I felt for Leslie was something completely different than what I felt for Luke. Leslie was my best friend since 5th grade, my first lover in 9th, and the man that changed my life forever when he introduced me to Luke.
I closed my eyes as I remembered that night.
July 16th, 2002.
"Johnny! Johnny dude wake up your gonna miss Matt's party!"
I groaned at the sound of Leslie's voice, reaching up to throw my pillow in the general direction it was coming from. Peeking over my arm I saw it was 4 in the afternoon and laughed.
"Damn I'm a lazy ass." I muttered and Leslie laughed, climbing into my bed and wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Tell me about it," He said as I snuggled back against him.
I had just closed my eyes again when he shook me, "Not uh Johnny, it takes an hour to get to Fairngton, and the party starts at like 7, and you still need a shower you stink."
I elbowed him in the ribs as I slowly got up, "You want me anyway." I muttered, starting for the bathroom. He curiously kept quiet.
I took a long hot shower and slowly came back to the world of the living, smiling seductively at the face that appeared outside my glass shower.
"Leslie, there's this spot in the middle of my back, I can't quite reach. Wanna help a guy out?"
Leslie laughed before taking off his shirt so it didn't get wet and reaching in the shower. He grabbed a washcloth and rubbed the center of my back slowly, sending chills down my spine.
"Mmmm, lower." I whispered and Leslie knew exactly where this was headed as he pulled his hand back.
"We don't have time Johnny, as much as it literally hurts me to say it."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, but you owe me."
I wasn't really upset, and he smiled good natured.
"Actually there is someone I want you to meet tonight Johnny. A friend of mine."
I glared at him through the glass, "No. I'm not doing this blind date shit man. You have horrible taste."
He shot me an indignant stare, "Hey I got you in my bed didn't I?"
I turned the shower off, "I rest my case."
Leslie laughed and smacked my ass with the towel before handing it to me. His eyes were literally alit with mischief.
"Don't worry Johnny, I got a good feeling you'll like him."
That statement scared me more than any other fix up attempts he had tried in the past.
A few hours later, after we stopped and chowed down at Burger King, we were finally getting into downtown Fairngton, when Leslie took a sharp right, driving down a couple of blocks to a house I didn't recognize. Well...if house is what you wanted to call it. My house times about 14 could fit into this place, it was so massive.
"What are we doing Leslie?" I asked as he got out of the car and opened the door for me.
"Well, it's only right that your date should take you to the party right?"
He grinned and walked ahead of me to the great big glass thing that must have passed for a door. He knocked soundly as I approached it wearily. A man in black jeans and a muscle shirt, with tattoos covering both arms opened the door wide.
"Welcome back man, boss man is expecting you." He had deep growly voice and I raised a brow at him as we passed him.
He winked and went back to watching the monitors, a knowing smirk on his face. What exactly he knew that I didn't I wasn't sure of but I was pretty confident I was going to find out.
Leslie walked me through the huge mansion, upstairs and past a few rooms until we reached a big dark wood door. It had nothing on the outside but apparently my so called best friend had been coming here a lot that I didn't know of. Leslie grinned at me like a kid at Christmas and knocked on the door.
"Come on in Les." A deep voice rolled out and I shivered, my eyes closing for a second. Oh man that guy should do phone sex, was my first thought.
Leslie opened the door like you would open the curtain to a magic act, all flourish and dramatic. I walked in, rolling my eyes at him and stopped short as I saw the hulking man that sat behind a huge black desk.
Luke Havers looked up from the papers on his desk, his eyes instantly finding mine. I knew my jaw was slightly dropped by the way he smiled. This man was gorgeous, not to mention absolutely huge. I glanced at Leslie and he smiled a smug smile at me. Luke came around the desk, who to me at the time was labeled sexy giant in my book and reached out a hand.
"Luke Havers, you must by Johnny." God that voice. He had me biting my lip and staring into his eyes, completely dumbfounded.
Leslie cleared his throat...twice and I finally shook my head and took his hand, "Yea, nice to meet you Luke. I would say I've heard a lot about you....but I haven't."
