( hold hands in public. one, because you deserve to and you're allowed to )

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barrett wilson
@barrettwilson

it's the next morning and i'm gonna tell you this right here, right now. i like my coffee how i like my men: strong, rich, and can keep me up all night

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He's trying to ruin me, Luke thought, he's a fucking tease and the little punk knows it and I can't keep on ruining my underwear every time I put a pair on! I can't live like this!

"Live how?" Barrett's gravelly, sleepy voice popped up and Luke took what was left of his willpower to not constrain in his boxers.

Oh, fuck me.

"Am I smelling bacon?" Barrett walked up to Luke, his chest pressed flush against Luke's back so he could see where the smell was coming from. His chin rested on Luke's shoulder while his hands were gripping the counter. "I can't concentrate with you on me like this," Luke said. "And weren't you the one that said that you didn't want to complicate things?"

"Yeah. That was before the album was finished. And now that it is," Barrett wrapped his arms around Luke's middle, "thought I could stop trying to keep my hands off you as a reward."

"As cute as that is, you've cut off about fifty percent of my range so unless you want to get an oil burn, I suggest you step back," Luke said and Barrett let go. Luke turned around and saw that Barrett was wearing his pajama pants with the waistband hung low. "Oh, god," he said, then a bubble of oil burst at his back. "Ow."

     Barrett looked confused for a moment and then put two and two together. He walked up, turned the stove off, and took the pan off the heat. Then he backed away and sat down so Luke could take back over. He watched him flip a few pancakes and cook a few eggs. Luke put them on separate plates and handed one to Barrett along with a fork and knife. "Out of syrup. Might have to go into town to grab some and some other stuff," he said.

Barrett took the plate and started to cut into the pancakes. They were still good without syrup. "Before we do, can we go back to my hotel so I can change?"

"Go ahead and borrow something of mine. We'll get them on the way back." Luke dug into his own plate and they both sat in a comfortable silence as they ate.

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When they were done, Luke started the dishes and Barrett went to go find something to wear. It was one hundred and one degrees and he decided to suffer in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. He didn't know why he was doing it, but he was.

     He jogged down steps and Luke turned around to see him. "You look adorable."

     "I look about the same." Barrett rubbed the back of his neck and he could feel a heat rising there. "I'm gonna go change and then we can head out." Luke patted him on the shoulder and then disappeared up the stairs. Barrett waited by the stairs and jumped a little when he felt Luke's hands on his shoulders with no warning whatsoever. "Ready to go?" Luke asked. He was wearing his usual flannel/shirt/skinnies combo and a smile.

"Where are we going?" Barrett asked.

     "We are going to Trader Joe's."

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"Did you ever find the maple syrup?" Barrett asked Luke as he made his way back to him. They had split up to find the stuff Luke needed and Barrett found his half of the list while Luke was still missing the maple syrup.

     "No, because I asked and they said they were out," Luke answered. "But I did find everything else."

     He and Barrett went to go check out and when they left the store, Luke intertwined his hand with Barrett's. It felt nice. Natural, even. They got back to the car and had to let go of each other, eventually.

     They reached Barrett's hotel and took an elevator up to his and Ruby's room. Luke's hand hovered over Barrett's until they intertwined again. The doors opened and Barrett led him down the hall to his room. Fortunately, he had his key on him and opened the door to his room to see Ashton shirtless and scrolling through his phone. "Dude, what are you doing?" Luke asked and Ashton almost fell off the bed.

     When he saw who it was, he rolled his eyes but was mid-eye-roll when he noticed Luke and Barrett's entwined hands. "I fucking knew it!" he exclaimed. "Knew what?" Ruby came out of the bathroom in what looked like Ashton's shirt and let out a yelp when she saw the two. "Jesus, you guys scared me!"

     "I'm just swinging by to grab some clothes. I see you're keeping yourself busy," Barrett said. "Ditto." Ruby raised an eyebrow as she, too, noticed his and Luke's hand holding. "Well, I'll probably be back later tonight so if you could keep him on your bed that'd be great." Barrett went for his suitcase and grabbed a couple of different shirts and jeans before zipping his suitcase back up. "Later." He saluted the two and left the room with Luke trailing behind. Luke took hold of his hand again as they walked to the elevator.

     "Youngblood's coming out in less than a week," said Luke. "I'm actually shitting my pants just thinking about it." Barrett was buzzed beyond words.

"Those are my pants you're wearing so please don't ruin those." Luke hit the "down" button and waited. He really started to take notice of his holding Barrett's hand and how warm it was. He was suddenly thrown out of his reverie when the elevator doors opened.

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buke trash
@usera

i think i saw barrett and luke holding hands today. . . 👀

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buke trash
@usera

oh, they were definitely holding hands today !!
they're so cute !!

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barrett wilson
@barrettwilson

"hold hands in public. one, because you deserve to and you're allowed to. and two, because you never know who's going to see it that really needs to see it. and by you doing this one small action you can inspire somebody else to come into their own and feel more comfortable with

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barrett wilson
@barrettwilson

who they love." — alexis g. zall (ran outta room, sorry)

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hand holding is possibly the cutest thing ever???
also, i see luke trying to get his assertive brownie points back by being the one to make the first move.
i see you, luke