That evening Lucas returned to his flat in a ridiculously optimistic mood. Flynn had blushed absolutely wonderfully at his pronouncement and hadn’t complained about the cheek caress. Things were looking up for their relationship.
Walking out of the company building with his bag and coat in the early afternoon was a strange feeling for Flynn who was used to leaving for home at a much later time.Lucas
There was a moment of heavy silence in the air before Lucas spoke again. He knew he had a lot to do and it was a very large undertaking, but he was willing to do it all out of love. Flynn deserved the world and he was going to do his best to give it to him.
Lucas held his breath as he waited for Flynn’s response. He was longing for the answer. He had said it very directly so there wouldn’t be any space for Flynn to worm out of responding.
The look that Flynn gave him for saying that was nothing short of suspicious. Given everything he had said already, Lucas couldn’t exactly blame him for it. If their roles were switched, he would feel the same way.
How Lucas had managed to persuade him to bring him along to work, Flynn had no idea. The conversation had somehow shifted to Lucas coming to the office and he had somehow agreed to that.
Lucas wasn’t sure how to reply to that. If it was anyone else, he would assume they were implying something else completely. Flynn would never mean it in that way.It was lik
Lucas passed the next few hours perusing cooking magazines for recipe tips and decent restaurants whilst glancing at Flynn regularly. He was on the lookout for signs of overworking.
Lucas’ method of choosing what to make for dinner was to check what was in the fridge and cupboards. Henry had gone shopping that day so they were both well stocked. He had a few ideas after digging through the contents. There was also dessert to make as well.
2 years later:“Are you going to the patisserie later?” Sarah asked.
His aunt and uncle looked quite different compared to how they had looked before. Flynn reminded himself that it had been five years since he had moved out and said goodbye and a lot could happen in five years.
Dylan’s face was a picture and Flynn removed the hand from his shoulder. He realised after seeing a strong expression of anger form on his cousin's face that he hadn’t taken Dylan’s potential reactions into account. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of anything physical so he took a cautious step away.
“Your boy- I mean the big boss has come to visit!” Steve announced with visible excitement.Lucas looked up from his génoise sponge mixture. That was unexpected.
Meredith was much sharper than he had ever given her credit for. He really had underestimated his secretary. He couldn’t even guess how she had managed to work that out.&ldq
Flynn woke up to the sound of birds tweeting outside in the window. He took a few seconds to process his changed surroundings. The plain white ceiling and blue bed covers meant he was in Lucas’ bedroom.
Lucas stilled at the question. It was the most un-Flynnlike thing he had heard come out of his boyfriend’s mouth.Why was he asking such a strange question?
Lucas was feeling faintly suspicious. Flynn had come across as very happy on the first two phone calls they’d shared after parting.Now he looked like he was pretending to be
That night was nothing but a sea of nightmares for Flynn.He saw everything that night. His parents dying, the fire, him being outcast at school, photos of him splashed across the