Chapter 2 – Finding the Rhythm
The continued adventures of Luke being the most oblivious human to ever exist ;)
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Luke would admit, the chemistry sessions had easily become one of the highlights of his day.
Like, nothing beat band practice and jamming with his boys – creating and perfecting new music he knew they were gonna rock the world with one day, but it was definitely a close second, safely above dinner at Bobby's place and cuddling with the band. Well, the cuddles sort of superseded everything, that went without saying, but Luke would never write it down, mostly out of fear that it would seem a little odd.
But chemistry – easily great. Luke didn't think too hard as to why it could be. He was pretty sure the answer rested somewhere in getting to see Bobby in a completely different light, like the way he must stare at girls or whatever. Luke liked the flushed cheeks and the nervous laughs, the cherry on top of an overwhelming affection that permeated all of their interactions. It added a new element to their hangouts, Luke staying over after practice more regularly for a nice meal and homework and then chemistry, and even if Luke probably stayed later than he should, it was worth it for Bobby snuggles.
"You're really having fun with this?" Bobby asked when Luke had taken what had become his customary spot straddling his legs.
"Oh, most definitely," Luke said, learning that the strange flippy feeling in his chest was a positive thing. "Now buckle up, I've got a new hook I want to test on you."
"Sure." Bobby rolled of his eyes, but that was just for show. Luke knew that now, knew Bobby enjoyed these experiments just as much as he did.
Sometimes Luke would do it while they were still in the garage, when Alex had left with Reggie and it was just the two of them cleaning up.
"And rise, through the night," Luke would sing, dancing forward with a light shake of his shoulders so Bobby would laugh (it was Luke's opinion that Bobby was too serious for his own good, and like, don't get him wrong, they definitely needed that in the band, but he needed to smile too). "You and I, we will fight to shine together."
"Bright forever," Bobby would sing with him, but he'd be flushed and happy, and when Luke pulled him out for a dance the way he would with Reggie, the rhythm guitarist didn't abstain the way he normally would.
If their chemistry sessions got him slow dances with Bobby – or just like, any dances with Bobby, Luke would gladly study forever just to keep them. Maybe even apply for college the way his parents wanted him to.
"And you're happy?" Bobby would ask from his position wrapped around Luke's back, hugging him close like a giant rollie pollie the way he did with Reggie sometimes.
"As a clam," Luke hummed, happily leaning into his hold. "Are you happy?"
"Yeah, Luke," Bobby murmured, letting his chin rest on top of Luke's messy hair. "I'm happy."
And honestly, that was all that mattered.
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"What are you so smug about?" Alex asked, and though his gaze was on Luke's big toe as he applied another layer of nail polish (this one a glittering blue that reflected light like a disco ball, making Luke's toe all funky, but like, in a good way), Luke couldn't help but feel like he was being relentlessly judged.
It probably had to do with the fact that Alex was wearing his nonchalant face. His 'I'm trying for casual' face, but on the inside it wasn't casual at all, it was a life-or-death situation, and now Luke had to review their afternoon together to try and determine what could make him feel that way.
Oh- anxiety. Yeah, that was just about always the answer. It really sucked.
"Wait," Alex continued before Luke could think of a response. "I don't know why I'm asking, you're always smug."
"Am not," Luke insisted, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.
Alex glanced up to give him an incredulous look, then just as quickly dropped his eyes again, likely wowed by the wonder of Luke's pout. He selected a different color of nail polish, this one a silver that looked like mercury.
"Are too," Alex huffed, making fun of Luke's tone before he started applying the nail polish.
Luke didn't take the comments much to heart. Alex got like this during secret nail time, like he was still embarrassed by it after all these years. The drummer had admitted an interest in the stuff when they were in like, sixth grade, but he'd been too nervous to try it out on himself, afraid his parents would notice (and they had thoughts about dudes wearing nail polish – thoughts that didn't make sense with the rest of their behavior because they seemed like a super nice and supportive family outside of that). The only reason Luke knew about it was because he'd found Alex poking at a few bottles he must have gotten from his little sister, which was what he got for being early to a sleepover for once.
What followed was a rushed explanation that made little to no sense until Luke sighed and told Alex to paint his nails for him.
Like, he didn't know how to do it, but he was pretty sure colorful nails qualified as something genderless since they could appeal to all, and obviously Alex had some kind of interest in this stuff. If Luke could help his bro settle his curiosity, then that was some friendship well done. Probably.
The rest was strange, strange history. Once every few weeks, Luke would hang out with Alex who'd paint his toes (because hands were too obvious), and he'd get that small satisfied grin on his face like he was the one that got pretty toes and Luke got to feel like he contributed to their relationship for once. It was a win-win.
Despite Luke's complete lack of judgement or care, for now and always, Alex still tended to get weird about this, but Luke was okay with taking Alex's snark in stride. He knew deep down the blond really loved him.
"Am not," Luke said, reaching forward to tap his finger against the middle of Alex's forehead. It earned him an annoyed look, and then Alex was selecting a bubblegum pink color for his next nail, like that was a punishment. "I just had a good week, is all."
"Yeah?" Alex hummed, face set in a neutral expression of concentration. "That because of your little chat with Megan?"
"Um…" Luke lost a few moments trying to remember what Alex was talking about and landed on a five-minute conversation he'd had afterschool where he'd had to turn the charm up to eleven. He'd gotten the same flushed expression from the girl (Megan, he guessed?) as he had with Reggie and Bobby, but it hadn't felt the same. "Man, it's not like that, I just needed to borrow her history notes."
Alex actually paused at that, stopping to give Luke a surprised look. "You were proactive with your school stuff? Without me or Bobby having to bug you?"
"Hey," Luke protested, feeling his cheeks fill with a slightly embarrassed warmth. "I'm capable of doing that."
Granted, he usually didn't, and he only had this time because Bobby agreed to go along with his chemistry experiment so long as Luke made an effort in school, and the moment he stopped, so would the pretty flushed faces.
But Alex didn't need to know that, just like Bobby didn't need to know about secret nail polish time.
"But you don't, though," Alex pointed out, and for lack of any other response, Luke pouted at him, hoping it would win him like, some brownie points or something so Alex would stop ragging on his school stuff.
It sort of worked, it just also sort of didn't.
"And why do you keep doing that?" Alex asked, his tone going all strained. "I swear, you've been pouting at me way more than usual, it's like you-" He cut himself off with wide eyes, then fumbled to close the nail polish, his cheeks coloring in a light flush. "Did you read my journal?"
"It was an accident!" Luke insisted, watching helplessly as Alex started pacing up a storm. "I thought it was your songbook! Who keeps a journal anyway?"
"Obviously I do," Alex snapped, his hands flailing all spastically before he pinned Luke with a serious expression. "How much of it did you read?"
"Um." Luke furrowed his brows, trying to remember if he'd caught anything beyond the lips' thing, because maybe he'd read for longer than he should have. Just- he liked it when Alex complimented him and the blond didn't always do it out loud.
"That stuff about Bobby was totally- you know!" Alex continued, his hands twisting in the hem of his shirt. "It's just because he's been working out a lot. His butt's objectively nice."
"Hell yeah, it is," Luke agreed, glad they had finally gotten onto a subject he knew about. "I swear the guy does mega squats. Like, I've never seen him do them, but he has to, right? How does he make himself so toned otherwise?"
Luke would have been entirely transparent about his own exercise methods if anyone asked him, it was just that no one did. It was like they assumed he got this fit through the power of magic or something and not because sometimes he needed to do pushups until maybe he didn't hate himself so much.
"Um…" Alex looked entirely confused, which was sort of how Luke felt. How did Bobby do it? He had like, the best butt of the band (despite what Reggie said, but they'd all agreed that Reggie had the second-best because neither Luke nor Alex particularly cared about the title). "You think Bobby has a nice butt?"
"Obviously," Luke said, wondering why Alex was asking when he was the one who had apparently written it down. "Hey, maybe we should write a song about it."
Maybe that would make Bobby spill his secrets.
"How about we definitely do not do that," Alex countered, settling himself back down on the floor. He kept eyeing Luke suspiciously, like he was afraid the brunette would change his mind or something, but that was just the anxiety talking. He didn't actually doubt Luke.
"But it could be good!" Luke insisted. "It could be like 'You're the peaches to my cream' or something." Luke furrowed his brows in thought while Alex seemed to flail a bit in his peripherals. "Yeah, you're right, I need to workshop it some."
"You're a lunatic," Alex complained while he considered which color to choose next.
"What nice stuff did you write about Reggie?" Luke asked, struck by the sudden thought.
"I- none of your business," Alex sputtered, confirming that he had written something down, like he'd dedicated a portion of his journal just to write nice things about them. And on one hand, that was such an Alex move, and it made Luke feel all warm and loved inside, because even if he might not seem to have that much of an affect on his own family, on Alex – on the boys, he'd left a mark. They talked about him – like, positively. It was cool.
"But Alex," Luke complained, because he needed to know. This was very important. If Luke had a cute pout and Bobby had a cute butt, he needed to understand what about Reggie ranked being included in Alex's journal.
He considered his options for a moment, then turned towards one of Alex's go-to hiding places – under his mattress.
Alex was super lucky his family was so blissfully uncreative or else they would have found his stuff like, years ago. He didn't even hide things that were all that weird – just some magazines Luke had never heard of and not his super-secret song writing journal.
"Luke!" The moment Alex realized what Luke was doing, he lunged, and then the two of them were wrestling all over again – something they'd stopped doing in junior high, but that was mostly Alex's doing. That was when he'd gotten all weird about it, Luke had just respected his space.
"It's important!" Luke insisted. "The trifecta must be complete!"
"Now you remember your vocab words," Alex hissed, his elbow digging into Luke's ribs for a second before he got the brunette pinned to the floor with his superior gangly limbs.
Luke could concede when he lost, so he took a moment to catch his breath, using the only weapon he had left in his arsenal and aiming a fierce pout up at Alex.
The blond seemed flushed – probably from exertion – but… well, his lips were parted as he gasped for air, eyes going a little half-lidded as his gaze settled on Luke's pout. It was almost like the chemistry moments he managed with Bobby, like he earned from Reggie, and it made something dangerous sort of twist in Luke's chest.
So the moment he felt Alex's grip relax, he rolled them so that he was on top, straddling Alex's waist like the boss he was.
"I win!" Luke chirped, shaking his shoulders in a taunting wave before he reached for Alex's bed again. "And now I'm going to-"
"It's his cheeks!" Alex cut in, making Luke freeze. Mostly from confusion. When he stared back at Alex, the drummer was looking anywhere but him. "The way they get all rosy sometimes."
Luke thought about this. "Yeah," he said. "That is pretty great."
And just like that he climbed off of Alex, settling back into his old position. The blond took longer to recover, probably because he didn't work out as much as Luke did. Cardio was definitely important.
"Maybe we should write a song about that," Luke offered when Alex finally started to sit up. "Like, roses in the sun."
"More like crooked teeth," Alex muttered, almost immediately wincing. They all knew how self-conscious Reggie was about his teeth, even though in Luke's opinion, you could barely notice their slight misalignment or whatever.
"Well, those are just unique," Luke said. "Like Reggie. They should be celebrated." Luke pressed his lips together, then fumbled for his song notebook. After all, how could Reggie feel self-conscious if he had a cool power ballad denoting how awesome he was? It was flawless. "Pretty, crooked teeth."
"You're the worst, Luke," Alex grumbled, seeming to realize Luke was committed now.
"Alex," Luke said, trying to hide the hurt in his tone under his usual mask of playfulness.
He wasn't sure if Alex got it or not, but the blond almost immediately reached forward, wrapping a comforting hand around his ankle like a quiet apology. "Okay," he said, giving a light squeeze. "Let's write your song."
"Our song," Luke corrected, and just like that, secret nail time was back on a roll, with slightly more memories of Alex being flushed and bothered.
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Luke hadn't meant to kiss Bobby – and that was another one of his poor impulse control things, he knew that – but once he did it he couldn't say he had any regrets, because Bobby's jaw might have been broader than a girl's and his lips a bit thinner, but it had felt as right as everything else.
There was only a moment of tension before Bobby kissed him back, and then they were moving in perfect tandem the way they always did, countering each other – separate rhythms to build a perfect melody.
Bobby even waited for Luke to catch his breath a little bit after they broke apart before launching into a conversation, because even Luke knew they couldn't do stuff like that without actually talking about it.
"So," Bobby began, but his hand was carding comforting patterns against Luke's scalp, sort of like he was quietly confirming that he wasn't mad. "Do you know why you did that?"
"Um." Luke felt his face scrunch in thought, let his tongue flick against his bottom lip so he could chase the lingering flavor of Bobby. "Because I wanted to? And I thought you'd like it," he tacked on, not wanting Bobby to think he was selfish. Which, he kind of was, but Luke tried hard not to be, tried to keep things even. "Did you like it? I thought- it felt nice."
Luke certainly enjoyed it more than the random girls he made out with after gigs or at the parties he went to in an effort to get more gigs. It wasn't that he necessarily disliked making out with random strangers, not really, but that was one facet of rockstardom that was maybe not his favorite. He did it anyway regardless because he was Sunset Curve's frontman and he was pretty sure that kind of stuff was expected of him – to be a whirlwind of sexual proclivity or however Nick had put it.
It was just his job. He flirted and got girls to show up to their gigs (they came back for the music though, obviously), but admittedly, he did sort of look forward to the day where he'd be famous enough to not have to do it anymore.
"It did feel nice," Bobby agreed, his tone quiet and firm – supportive. It was the way he got with Alex when he was all worked up from a panic attack, or Reggie when he was a bit shaky from lack of sleep. "And I did like it."
"Does that mean we can do it again?" Luke asked, perking up. "If you're up for it? Just- if you say so, I won't assume-"
Bobby interrupted him with a kiss, which Luke guessed was answer enough, the singer eagerly leaning into it.
"Thanks, Bubbles," Luke murmured, pulling back so he could kiss Bobby's cheek, and then the spot under his ear, along his jaw. "This is really nice."
"Yeah," Bobby said, the word more of an exhale than anything else, a little shaky. His hands curled a bit firmer into Luke's hips, nudging him closer. "It really is."
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Luke was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a knock against his window, and that was enough to have him blinking awake, turning to see Reggie's shadowy form crouched on the roof outside.
"Sorry," Reggie whispered when Luke opened the window for him, shifting to the side to allow the bassist room to slink in. "Sorry. Just um- it's kind of loud at my place, and I really just need to sleep-"
"Chill, Reg," Luke soothed the way he did every time Reggie crashed at his place. They'd discovered a few years ago that Luke was a good fit for Reggie's nighttime needs – with his house being the closest and his parents always gone by early morning, there was no one to notice Luke getting additional company. "You can always crash here."
"Thanks," Reggie mumbled, seeming to sway on his feet slightly as he shrugged off his backpack.
He blinked sort of dumbly when Luke pushed a change of clothes into his hands, but Reggie just about never remembered to bring pjs. He always waited until he was so exhausted that he didn't have a choice but to relocate, even if Luke told him he didn't mind the company. He had the feeling that Reggie was a lot like him when it came to imposing – he didn't like to do it, but this wasn't like that. Reggie was Luke's friend, of course he liked seeing more of him. They were gonna be super awesome megastars one day together, Luke wouldn't have chosen just anyone to do that with.
"Come on," Luke murmured, herding Reggie towards his ensuite bathroom, same as usual. He distracted himself by tidying up his room while Reggie got changed, settling on the edge of his bed when the bassist shuffled out of the bathroom in Alex's pink sweatshirt and Luke's plaid pajama pants. "Do you um, want to talk about it?" Luke asked, even if the answer was just about always the same.
Reggie just shook his head, crawling into bed on shaking limbs and eagerly cozying up to Luke when he got under the covers.
"Thanks, Luke," Reggie murmured, resting his head on Luke's chest because he only had one pillow. He'd offered it to Reggie the first time the bassist stayed over but he wouldn't take it – they found this worked as a compromise and besides, it gave Luke more cuddles. It was a win for both of them.
"You're always welcome here, Reg," Luke replied, letting his hand comb through Reggie's hair the way Bobby would do it. He didn't know the full extent of Reggie's home issues, but he'd happily be here when the other teen wanted to talk about them. Until then, he'd make Reggie feel as welcomed and loved as possible, because he was.
That was what happened when you were in Sunset Curve.
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Luke wasn't sure where the compliment thing came from, but that didn't mean he wasn't a thousand percent onboard with it. They'd be packing up after a gig, Alex and Reggie loading up his drums while Luke worked the crowd with Bobby (they had a buddy system in place that was mandatory at all times – it made all of them feel better). After Luke had schmoozed and secured them another few gigs, Bobby would guide them to the back so Luke could breathe just a little bit (he loved music, loved the electric feel of the crowd vibing out, but sometimes actually interacting with them without his guitar got a bit daunting). It was a familiar routine for him, so Luke didn't think much when Bobby ran a hand through his sweaty hair, dragging his fingers against Luke's scalp.
"Good job, Lucas," Bobby hummed, and then, after making sure they were alone, he leaned forward, catching Luke's lips in a kiss.
The first time, Luke had just sort of stood their dumbly, not having expected it, but then he felt like fireworks – like he could explode at any minute into an artful display of – you know, fire – and he was pretty sure his grin wouldn't die for the rest of the night.
"Bobs," Luke breathed, scrambling to grab a hold of Bobby's vest. "Bobcat-"
"Was that okay?" Bobby asked, his voice soft and careful, his gaze tinged with a hint of worry he really didn't need.
Luke rushed to sooth it. "Yes, definitely, yes," he babbled. "Can we-"
"Only when it's safe," Bobby said, which translated to 'I will decide', an unspoken rule established that Bobby would be the one to instigate things in public because he had the best impulse control.
It was fair, but it also motivated Luke to be on his very best behavior, to put on a good show and not rag on Flynn and Willie so much. This was rewarded with not just kisses, but compliments, and Luke loved every one of them.
"Hey, hey," Luke said, bounding up to Bobby after another gig. "Was I the prettiest? Aside from Alex and Reggie, I mean."
It was important to clarify that Sunset Curve was always judged as a united front, because they were united in being awesome.
Bobby aimed a look at him that made Luke's stomach do that flippy thing again. "Yeah, Luke," he said, tugging the singer forward for a quick kiss. "You guys are the prettiest."
"Yeah, we are," Luke said, leaning happily into Bobby's hold, and if Nick strolled in and tried to ruin the moment seconds later, Luke was happy to ignore him, because he was getting his snuggle on.
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"So," Alex began all casual-like when it was just the two of them in the garage after school, Luke testing out different bridges for Crooked Teeth before Reggie showed up. The bassist had tagged along with Bobby to run a few errands after school, partially because he had this thing for doing like – normal family activities, which Luke could understand the appeal of. He liked hanging out with both Bobby and Reggie on an individual basis, so he got why they wanted to chill with each other for a bit. Besides, this way he got to spend time with Alex.
Who was being all twitchy for some reason.
Luke looked up from his music book distractedly. He wrote sheet music out because Bobby asked him to, said they needed it for the sake of posterity, and Luke could admit that it helped solidify some of his choices.
"So?" Luke prompted when Alex hadn't pushed past that.
The blond continued to fiddle with his drums, spinning his sticks nervously in his hands. "You and Bobby."
"Yeah, we've got some presentation we have to do for science," Luke said, realizing Alex must be referring to the huddled conversation they'd had during lunch where Luke had done his best not to complain and Bobby had linked their pinkies under the table as a reward. "It's straight up stupid. Isn't science bad enough as it is? Why do we have to complicate things with presentations no one wants to see anyway?"
He was pretty sure their teacher didn't want to see them either, based on the resigned expression he'd been wearing, but none of these entirely justified points were going to get Luke out of the presentation, so he and Bobby would have to figure something out.
"Um…" Alex said, blinking dumbly. Luke must have lost him somehow. That happened sometimes. Or a lot. He and Reggie had that effect on people. "That wasn't what I was talking about."
"You were very vague," Luke pointed out, not defensive, just an accurate statement.
That got him a look of annoyance, which meant Alex thought he was playing dumb. It was actually kind of flattering that he thought Luke had to play at it instead of just like, being dumb, which he almost certainly was.
"You've been getting close," Alex said, his jaw all tight, like he'd been sucking on a lemon. Which- gross.
Luke wasn't sure how to respond to this. "We've always been close," he pointed out. "We're bros."
"I mean- closer," Alex said, sighing through his teeth. "Do you have anything to say about that?"
For a moment, Luke wondered if Alex had figured out the whole chemistry thing, but then he realized that as irresponsible as he might be, Bobby was good enough to make sure they never did that where the others could see, so there was no way Alex could know about it.
So if the chemistry thing didn't matter, why did Alex look all hurt?
Oh man, Alex wasn't just hurt, he felt excluded, like they were purposefully keeping him on the outs of something.
"Aw, Alex," Luke said, immediately abandoning his guitar and crossing over to the blond so he could pull him away from the drum set. This was too important for such distractions. "I love you just as much as I love Bobbers. I'm sorry if I made you doubt that."
"Um- what?" Alex said, wearing a confused look again, but he still followed Luke's prompts to settle on the couch.
Luke counted it as a win, then quickly settled in Alex's lap, cuddling close. "I love you," Luke repeated, throwing his arms around Alex and realizing it'd been too long since they'd cuddled. Alex had gotten – well, not weird, because having a personal preference wasn't weird – but he'd definitely gotten like, more aware of his personal space being violated in the last few years, to the point where Luke and Reggie had stopped doing it.
Now Luke could see that maybe Alex had just gotten awkward because of puberty or growing pains or whatever, and being excluded from the more intense cuddles left him feeling on the outs. It was shitty, and Luke wished he could go back and fix it, but for now, he'd settle for rectifying the situation where he could.
"You're great," Luke continued. "And stupidly talented and nice and your hair's just the right amount of shiny. And you're patient, and even when you get snarky I know you'll gladly throw down for any of us and um- you have great hands."
"I- what?" Alex squawked, not seeming to know what to do with this information.
"For drumming?" Luke clarified. "I'm sorry I haven't been boosting you up as much as I should have – I was trying to respect your boundaries, but you deserve compliments no matter how much you feel like snuggling, so that's on me."
A beat, and then Alex slowly raised his arms to reciprocate Luke's hold, letting his chin settle against Luke's dark locks. "I love you too," he said, the words soft and a little bit shaky. "I'm sorry if I've um- been tense lately. Thanks for respecting my space."
"Always," Luke murmured, his lips brushing against the fabric of the drummer's shirt. It was pink. Luke was pretty sure Willie had gotten it for Alex as a gag gift but the joke was on him, Alex looked awesome in it. Then again, Alex looked awesome in everything.
"I didn't mean to push you away," Alex continued. "If you um- if you want…" He sighed. "Let's just go back to normal."
"Whatever you want," Luke said, giving Alex a tight squeeze to offer his like, silent support. "You're the best, Al."
"As good as Bobby?"
"Yes," Luke agreed. "And Reggie. You're all the best."
Alex released a soft chuckle, his body relaxing in slow increments. "Pretty sure that's not how 'best' works."
"Sunset Curve redefines more than just music," Luke offered sagely, getting another laugh from Alex.
They stayed like that in companionable silence for a while, enjoying each other's presence. Luke was glad Alex had agreed to this with him again, he'd missed it. Like, sharing a bed with Reggie was great, and Bobby snuggles were always amazing, but Luke hadn't realized how much he'd missed being this close to Alex until he suddenly had it again.
Alex was even absently petting loose patterns against his scalp, which was pretty awesome. Honestly, Luke didn't mind the loss of productivity, Alex was worth it. By the time the others showed up, he was almost half asleep, happily slumped against Alex's shoulder.
"What's going on?" Reggie asked, sounding uncertain.
Luke cracked his eye open to see the bassist lingering awkwardly near the couch. "Alex says we can cuddle him again," he explained, wiggling his arm out from under the blond's grip and holding it wide. "Get in here."
Reggie didn't need to be told twice, the other teen happily crawling so he was more or less on top of Luke, but that was fine with him.
"You guys are squishing me," Alex complained, like he didn't love it.
So Luke ignored this and decided to focus on more important pastimes. "We also need to give him more compliments."
"Done and done," Reggie said, Bobby smiling from his position near the garage door before he disappeared to drop off the stuff for Gran. "Did you tell him how shiny his hair is?"
"Of course, dude, what do you take me for?" Luke said over Alex's groan, and if the blond was flushing it was from embarrassment and not Luke, even if the picture was a um- sort of pretty one.
"I didn't realize my hair was so noteworthy," Alex said, his blush darkening at the way Reggie tried to eliminate all space between them. He wasn't the only one who'd missed Alex cuddle time.
"Everyone loves blondes," Luke drawled, earning a giggle from Reggie, and maybe this wasn't perfect because Bobby was missing, but it was still pretty damn close.
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Endnotes:
Realistically speaking, Luke and Alex's wrestling would have likely ruined all of Alex's toe-painting efforts. Let's just assume they sit back and restart after the fact, because man, does nail polish take forever to dry.
Until next time :)