This is the final chapter in the Luke and Johnny story. A very well made comment hit home when it was said that i was saying and writing what i thought the readers wanted, not exactly what i wanted and that was true. This ending is exactly how i wanted it, though some people might think its weird, to me its just how i wanted it to go. Oh and to clear up confusion, Vermont is, from what i researched, unless its changed recently, one of the states that allow gay marriage.
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I was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, drinking some OJ I had found in the fridge when Luke finally made his way downstairs. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, softly kissing the back of my neck. My skin broke out in goose bumps and I felt him smile against me. I pulled away from him, turning around on the bar stool so I could face him.
He frowned, "What's the problem Johnny?"
I shook my head, "Luke what do you think last night was? Let's do a nice long fuck and everything will be forgiven?"
He backed up a couple of steps and crossed his arms across his bare chest which I was trying not to stare at. The attraction my body felt for this man, despite what I thought about him, was ridiculous.
"What the hell else do you want Johnny. I told you I would give up everything, my company my reputation, everything for you. I told you I would change, I bought us our own house to prove that I was serious and things would really be different. What else do you want!"
His voice slowly crept up until he sounded angry and I sat there for a minute, surprised. What else did I want? I had Luke, the man I had always loved, he had changed, not hurting my ex was proof of that by itself. He was willing to give up the compound, the job, everything for me. What else did I want?
Finally I looked up at him, "I don't know Luke. I just can't....I can't forgive you. Your ripped my heart out and stomped it into the ground, and I just don't how to forgive you for that."
That was the honest truth, he had given me everything I wanted, hell he had paid for my mom's surgery the first two weeks I was here. Actually he had given more than I could have asked for especially with this huge house; I didn't want anything else. The problem, for once, wasn't Luke, it was me.
He stared at me long enough that I looked away before nodding once, "Fine. I don't know what else to do Johnny so I tell you what, once you figure out what's going on in that head of yours, you come find me and let me know."
He tossed me something and I caught it on instinct, "Your key to the house, stay, leave, your choice, just wanted you to have a way to get back in."
He walked away without another world, going back upstairs. It didn't take even ten minutes before he came back down, fully dressed, and left the house without a word or even a look in my direction.
I had a lot of time to myself that day, Luke didn't come back at all, even well into the night. It took me a while, but after walking the entire house and eventually getting back to the bedroom I had pretty much figured out what I need to do. I couldn't let go because I never got to really express all of my pent up emotions.
I never got him when he would really listen and just yelled at him, but that wasn't I wanted to do right then either. Luke had changed once I told him to stop being like Daniel, but he still wasn't the overbearing dominating person I fell for. I liked that Luke was being more romantic, and I didn't want that to change.
It's not that I wanted to be in abusive relationship or have him treat me like crap, despite the great make up sex, however he wasn't being the Luke I knew and loved, and not to mention the need to beat the shit out of him was pretty strong.
Getting up I called Leslie, who confirmed Luke was still at the compound, and I left, finding keys next to the door and a brand new motorcycle outside, replacing the one Mike blew up.
I hopped on and after getting my bearings straight headed in the direction of the compound. Naturally it was only twenty minutes away and I parked, killing the bike's motor so it wouldn't make noise, just in case. I walked in the door, nodding at Frank who was watching it. He moved like he was going to tell Luke I was there and I shook my head, silently asking him not to.
I went downstairs, a small smile on my face when the elevator door opened and I saw most of the guys were there. Luke was at my work station looking over papers with a huge frown; he never was good at the details. He looked up at me with a surprised look that quickly turned into a frown.
"Figured it out yet Johnny?" Again with the real name.
I nodded, taking off my jacket and tossing it on a bench near him. He watched me with that steady frown as I paced a wide circle around him.
"I need you to tell the guys not to interfere no matter what, ok?"
Luke frowned but nodded to the guys behind me who instantly backed up a few paces. I took Luke's hand and pulled him off the bar stool he was on. I then picked up the stool and the bench and put them on top of the work table, pushing it on its little wheels across the room, where someone caught it. Luke stood with his arms crossed and his eyes guarded.
"So....what is it that you need Johnny boy?"
I smiled and walked up to him slowly so he wouldn't suspect anything. Leaning up I whispered in his ear, "You."
I punched him in the stomach so hard he fell back a few feet, his eyes flashing up to mine in anger as his guys moved forward on instinct. I looked at them and he shook his head making them back off again.
