Abel swung the door open. "Luke, I'm sorry, I—"
Luke cut him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him in, their lips meeting gracelessly.
Abel grabbed the sides of his shirt and backed away, his eyes wide with shock.
Adrenaline coursed through Luke, and he didn't know what he could've looked like to Abel at that moment, but there wasn't anything he wanted more than to kiss him again.
Abel tipped his head up and pressed their lips together, insistent and greedy, and Luke had never felt more exhilarated in his life.
Sinning tasted so sweet. His hand slid up the side of Abel's neck and cradled the back of his head, finally lucky enough to feel his soft, fuzzy hair under his hand. Waves of warmth and excitement drowned out the last of his anxiety, and he indulged every second of Abel's lips moving against his own, their hands gripping at each other like they were both afraid the other would disappear.