Tease || Ohmtoonz & H2OVanoss

Luke hears movement about him and forces his eyes open against the sunlight filling the room. He jumps when Jonathan's face appears above him.

"What the-"

"Finally, you're awake. So what happened last night? Did you and Ryan do anything?" Jonathan raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"Fuck off."

"I didn't hear a no," Jon sings. He stretches across the foot of the bed like an overgrown dog and rolls over onto Luke's torso. "What happened? What did you do? Wait, did you-"

Overwhelmed by the interrogation, Luke grits his teeth. "We kissed, is that what you wanted to hear?" He shoves Jonathan, hard. His friend falls to the floor with a thud but immediately sits back up, hair pointing in every direction and bewilderment on his face.

"You and Ryan ki-"

Luke clamps a hand over his mouth. "Shhhh. You can't tell anyone. Don't even mention it to Ryan."

"But he-"

"No, Jon. It was a mistake. He was so drunk he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't mean any of it."

"Fuck that, you obviously like each other," the younger retorts as Luke shakes his head. "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

"Hell no I won't do that," Luke scoffs. "It's easier to just act like nothing happened."

"Luke, you need to stop being a pussy. Just tell him. It's like ripping off a band-aid."

"Right. If it's so easy, you can tell Evan how you feel about him."

Jonathan's eyes widen and he stutters, "Evan is- that's different. You need to tell Ryan. If you don't, you'll never know what could have been." He crosses his arms matter-of-factly.

"I can't, don't you understand? What if he doesn't feel the same way? I'd ruin our friendship." He stretches his arms over his head as he walks towards the bathroom. "I ain't telling him shit."

"Luke, wait. What if- what if you didn't tell him how you feel?"

His interest peaked, Luke turns warily. The mischief sparkling in Jon's eyes should be enough to deter him from listening but he goes against his better thinking. "Go on..."

"What if you showed him?"

"The fuck are you on about?"

Jonathan grins smugly and crosses his arms. "You just have to tease him."

****

Ryan watches Luke descend the stairs. They make eye contact and he smiles softly before the pounding in his head intensifies. He groans and closes his eyes, leaning his head on the back pillow of the couch. Shortly after, he hears shuffling and opens his eyes to an upside down Luke smiling down at him from behind the couch.

"Hey." Luke says, arms either side of Ryan's head. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful."

Luke snorts. "You look it too."

"Thanks for the compliment, Toonz. That's just what I needed to hear today."

"You're very welcome, Ohm. So," he pauses, "you remember anything from yesterday night?"

Ryan has been trying all morning to remember, to no avail. "Nothing after we got to the club, to be honest. Why? Did I do something embarrassing?"

"Nope," Luke responds rather hastily. He looks around the room. "Where's everyone else?"

"I don't know. They were gone before I woke up." Ryan shrugs and a burning ache shoots up his back. He winces and slowly rolls his shoulders in an attempt to soothe the feeling. Luke notices.

"Backache?"

"Yeah, I really can't handle alcohol." He pulls a face.

"Here, let me try something." Luke jumps over the back of the couch and sits beside him. "Turn around, so I'm facing your back."

Ryan hesitantly complies, sitting cross-legged in front of Luke. "Now what?" He strains his neck to suss what Luke is doing behind him.

"Stop moving and just let me do this."

Ryan turns back around, still confused. What is Luke doing? He gets his answer a second later when he feels hands against his back, kneading slowly. Even through his T-shirt Luke's touch leaves a trail of goosebumps along his back. But as quickly as his fingers had been there, they're gone. Ryan turns around, missing the touch, to see Luke wringing his wrists.

"It might be better if you take your shirt off."

Ryan scoffs. "Don't get any ideas, Toonzy."

"I can't promise you that," Luke responds playfully.

Ryan pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the end of the couch. Before he can get fully comfortable again, Luke's fingers return along his back, his palms pressing between his shoulder blades and thumbs circling the base of his neck. This feels like bliss. Ryan lets his head fall forward, eyes closed, and a low sound escapes his throat.

Luke doesn't say a word. His fingers wrap around Ryan's shoulders and press into them while his thumbs move closer to his armpits. The younger can't hold back the laugh that erupts at the sensation and he tightly clenches his arms to his sides.

"You're ticklish?" The smile in Luke's voice is obvious.

"No, I'm not," he states defensively.

"Then what's this?" Suddenly Luke's fingers are back at that sensitive spot near his underarms. Ryan squeaks and finds himself spasming against his will. He twists himself until he is facing Luke and makes futile attempts to grab his wrists while gasping. The older refuses to stop and Ryan's sides hurt from breathless laughter.

Luke has never seen Ryan laugh this much, his face full of pure, unadulterated joy. He doesn't stop tickling him, abusing his weakness until Ryan falls onto his back and his hands are pinned above his head in defeat.

"Luke, stop," he whines. His eyes plead with Luke as they both catch their breath, their chests rising and falling in unison.

Luke takes the opportunity to study Ryan's face in the soft light this room provides: chestnut brown hair; hazel eyes, flecks of gold in the centre and rimmed green; the slit in his left eyebrow; the sharp jawline complimented by a dark stubble beard and those slightly chapped, pink lips. For the first time ever, Luke seriously considers just bringing their faces together and seeing what happens. But before he can act, Jonathan strolls into the room from the kitchen.

"Hey guys, did you want- oh." He looks at the two in a rather compromising position and arches an eyebrow. "Anyway, did either of you want anything to eat?"

In the time it had taken for Jonathan to absorb the scene before him, Luke had scrambled off of Ryan and now sits beside him, red-faced. Ryan pulls his shirt back on and clears his throat.

"Uh, no, I'm good, thanks."

"I see you're feeling better, Ohm." Jonathan smirks and saunters back to the kitchen.

Luke leans far back into the couch and mentally wills it to consume him. He says nothing to Ryan, his mind spinning. Would they have kissed just now?