two weeks, he’d been trying to figure out how to talk to Lukas about that night at his parents’ house when… something had sparked to life between them.
John hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night, or Lukas in general. He’d gone over the million reasons why he should steer clear of the younger man, and yet he kept coming back to one simple fact: he didn’t want to.
So why the fuck had he called Lukas kid? He knew Lukas hated that.
When he’d stood from the picnic table at Lukas’s arrival and offered to go and help him find his cabin, he’d been a little annoyed that Dave had stood too. Which was just ridiculous. Lukas was Dave’s son—of course he wanted to go and say hello, give him a hug, and help him with his bags.
And John had panicked. Instead of smiling at Lukas’s shy, blushing face and just saying hello, he’d put his foot in his mouth. The hurt expression Lukas had worn for just a moment before he’d shoved it away had felt like a pipe wrench upside his head—painful and disorienting.
The cold shoulder he’d gotten after that had been deserved but didn’t stop him from being frustrated. One mistake and Lukas was done with him?
That wasn’t the first mistake, dumbass.
He scowled at the lake in the distance, his steps slowing. He didn’t want to rejoin the others just yet. Not when his brain was being obnoxiously correct. How could he expect Lukas to give him a break when John had run away, terrified, when Dave had nearly caught them kissing? The instinctual panic had been so strong, and come on so fast, he’d fled without even saying anything to Lukas. After, Lukas must have snuck out the front door while they were all in the kitchen because he’d never rejoined them for dinner.
Even after weeks of thinking of little else, he still didn’t know what he was going to do.
He couldn’t ignore the fact that he was attracted to Lukas though.
But did he want something to come of it? A huge part of him said, hell yes, but the rest of him was scared of losing his best friend. If he somehow managed to grow some balls and tell Lukas that he also didn’t want to be with anyone other than him, how would he tell Dave?
How could he look his best friend in the eye and tell him he had feelings for his son?
Of course, now that John had run away scared and then panicked when fucking greeting him, would Lukas even be willing to give him a chance to figure things out?
Sighing, he started back down the path again. He wasn’t going to solve anything just standing around wondering. He needed to have an actual conversation with Lukas, and hopefully that would help him sort through his own feelings.
Thankfully, he had a whole week to try and get Lukas alone to talk.
He grinned to himself as he neared the communal area once more. Despite how it had gone, it had been really good to see Lukas. His dark, wavy hair had been a little messy like he’d been running his fingers through it a lot, and his cheeks had been pink when he nearly bumped into John getting out of his car.
Not to mention how good his ass had looked in the jeans he’d been wearing.
John bit his lip as he sat back down at the picnic table he’d been at and tried not to get sucked down into a rabbit hole revolving around all the ways he wanted to touch Lukas’s ass. But dear god did he want to get his mouth on those succulent globes. Fuck, he’d always wanted to try more ass play, but his ex-wife hadn’t been into it and he’d never felt comfortable asking any of the women he’d casually dated.
Shaking off the thoughts before he got hard in front of people he barely knew, he pulled over Dave’s pie and dug in. He needed to figure out what he was going to say once he finally got Lukas alone.
And hope Lukas would give him another chance to actually kiss that sweet mouth of his.
Chapter Six
By Monday morning, Lukas’s resolve to remain distant from John was cracking.
“Lukas, help me!” Shannon squealed as she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was only about four, and the daughter of Vince and Carol Umbridge. Carol had been a few years older than Lukas when they were