Title: In Tahiti
Pairing: Luke/Seth
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Fox.


Seth never had really stopped to question why exactly he was going to Tahiti of all places. He was sure there were a lot of fabulous places one could go when one had a small sailing boat that would sink in a stiff wind. Alaska for example. Or maybe Cuba, despite the fact that it was on the totally wrong side of the ocean. It might even be worth trying to get around the tip of South America. Anything was possible, after all.

It was just that Tahiti seemed like the perfect destination. Lots of sun, warm weather, copious amounts of skin showing…Like Orange County, only better, because, well, it wasn't Orange County.

Seth had had it all planned out, too. The Summer Breeze, best friend by his side. Lots of tongue when the occasion called for it. Maybe a couple of nice gropes to go with the tongue. Days spent on the ocean with no one and nothing to mess it up. No having to cover and convince people that he was even more of a completely hopeless case by professing love to the narcissist with breasts. No watching Luke fondle that twig he called a girlfriend.

Just the two of them. Minus the load of pretentious, shallow bullshit.

It would be perfect. And it didn't matter if the island in question totally blew when they got there, because it wasn't about Tahiti. It was about them.

Him and his narcisstic ways. Him and his Dukes of Hazard, souped up truck. Him and his bulging biceps and his disgusting drive to french every girl within the Bermuda triangle of Orange County. Him and his good old boy club that he had said didn't matter.

Because in Tahiti, he'd smile, and the world would be Seth's. In Tahiti, they'd be able to play Quake III and Seth would so kick Luke's ass because the boy didn't know one button from the other. Once there, Luke would ruffle his hair and laugh at all of his jokes, even when Seth made fun of his monster truck and offered to drive it in one of those ultra cool smash 'em up rallies.

In Tahiti, they could buy a new disgustingly over-priced, gas guzzling behemoth and Luke would actually let him drive for once, instead of shoving Seth down on his lap, telling him that they couldn't be seen together.

"Suck it up, Queer."

Because in Tahiti, things would be different.