"Derek is probably right," Reid answers matter-of-factly, and it's not meant an insult, it's simply a statement they both know to be true. He grins up at Luke anyway, his eyes bright and cheeks pink from the pleasure of having Luke's fingers brushing against his wrist, and it shouldn't be a surprise anymore just how content he is to be with his boyfriend, but it is. It continues to floor him every single day. It's not as if he'd been worried that moving in together would fundamentally change anything between them, but he's heard horror stories of couples whose passion disintegrates from being too close too much of the time. Granted, this is something he'd picked up from Ethan and even Morgan, both men close to incapable of commitment for their own reasons, so Reid doesn't necessarily put a lot of stock into it but at the same time, the truth of the matter is that he still isn't entirely certain how to be a boyfriend.
By no means are either of them doing poorly, though, at least not in his opinion (or Luke's, for that matter, and when it comes to their relationship, their opinions are the only ones that matter). A full week hasn't yet passed since Reid had moved the rest of his belongings here, but it doesn't feel like much has changed. He'd been here regularly enough before they'd started dating so he hadn't had to learn his way around; he's gotten used to falling asleep and waking up next to Luke, two things he's learned he absolutely loves doing because finding his legs entangled with his boyfriend's in the morning, sometimes with Luke's arm draped over him, is an incredible feeling. Lying there, basking in the comfort of being with the person most important to him in this world, it's made him late for work more than a couple times; and so has doing more than just lying there, though that isn't exactly appropriate brain fodder considering the company they're keeping in the apartment right now.
Of course, resisting the images in his mind is nearly impossible when Luke talks to him like this. Not that Reid minds in the slightest. The comment about licking, for instance, makes the corners of his lips curl up a bit more mischievously, and Reid lifts his chin, leaning closer against his boyfriend as he carefully keeps his gaze facing forward. "And I suppose you might be right about that, too. Just a little, though. It's really not my fault that you're so skilled with your tongue."
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By no means are either of them doing poorly, though, at least not in his opinion (or Luke's, for that matter, and when it comes to their relationship, their opinions are the only ones that matter). A full week hasn't yet passed since Reid had moved the rest of his belongings here, but it doesn't feel like much has changed. He'd been here regularly enough before they'd started dating so he hadn't had to learn his way around; he's gotten used to falling asleep and waking up next to Luke, two things he's learned he absolutely loves doing because finding his legs entangled with his boyfriend's in the morning, sometimes with Luke's arm draped over him, is an incredible feeling. Lying there, basking in the comfort of being with the person most important to him in this world, it's made him late for work more than a couple times; and so has doing more than just lying there, though that isn't exactly appropriate brain fodder considering the company they're keeping in the apartment right now.
Of course, resisting the images in his mind is nearly impossible when Luke talks to him like this. Not that Reid minds in the slightest. The comment about licking, for instance, makes the corners of his lips curl up a bit more mischievously, and Reid lifts his chin, leaning closer against his boyfriend as he carefully keeps his gaze facing forward. "And I suppose you might be right about that, too. Just a little, though. It's really not my fault that you're so skilled with your tongue."