Thread by @mlgoggles

[#LukeJamie #Threadfic #SF6 ] 1/?

It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting. Each throwing punches and kicks like their lives depend on it.

All over a simple wager.

"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

And so it begins! Hehe =w=)+
I plan to write two endings for this, but first, I want to know which you all want to see first. So here's a poll. I set it for 3 days so I can get a work on both of the endings a bit more.

Have fun!

And Jamie wins! Alrighty. I'll start posting his ending now ☆w☆

It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.

It's a chance.

Jamie sweeps out Luke's legs from under him, tripping him prone, then quickly climbs up to sit on his chest. The blonde tries to fight him off, but the drunken master pins down his wrists.

[2/?]

It takes a little time, but eventually Luke stops resisting. He stares up at Jamie, his hair undone from all the fighting, though he hasn't taken a single swig from his gourd yet. It makes a curtain of black against the lights above, however messy it has gotten.

[3/?]

They both agreed to make this fair. That's why they're fighting here instead of in a random alley on the streets. No chances of passerby interrupting, no stray rubble to kick up into the other's face, no property damage to worry about.

All according to plan.

[4/?]

Jamie's heart is about ready to burst. He feels light-headed, but in the best of ways.

"You give?" he asks, hands an iron grip on his rival.

"...Fine," Luke turns face to the side to avoid eye-contact. But Jamie doesn't care about that right now.

Because he has won.

[5/?]

The Hongkonger whoops in delight and laughs. He lets go of Luke and rolls off to lay down next to him. Yes! Yes, he had won!

"Ughh, that took way too fuckin' long," Jamie groans in relief, stretching out his arms and legs.

[6/?]

His muscles are aching and he can hear Luke's breathing from here. They're both exhausted after their fights every time, yet they just keep coming back for more.

[7/?]

Jamie used to be annoyed by Luke. He's always smiling, always so ready to welcome a challenge or anyone who walks through those large double doors. He shines so brightly that Jamie couldn't stand to look at him.

[8/?]

But over time, he grows familiar to that smile, and begin to answer back with one of his own. Their matches used to be filled with insults–not that they aren't anymore, of course–but now they are made jokingly.

[9/?]

A comment here, a taunt there. Their blows have lost the usual malice and became tests of skill. Who will come out on top this time? It gives him such a rush!

Luke sits up. Tired eyes glance his way, and Jamie returns it, still grinning.

[10/?]

"So, what do you want me to do?" Luke runs a hand through his hair in an effort to style it back into a somewhat presentable look. He's met with a grin.

"Why the rush? You wanna serve me that badly?" he teases at the blonde, pushing himself up as well.

[11/?]

"Just get it over with." Luke's tone is surprisingly neutral. He's expecting Jamie to ask for something ridiculous. His best guess is having him grovel at his feet or admit something humiliating.

[12/?]

"Alright, alright. Let me think..." he makes a show of putting a hand on his chin. Honestly, he's doing all this theatrics to buy more time for his heart to settle. His request isn't going to be easy, after all. He needs all the time he can get.

[13/?]

But he's made up his mind! He's going to do it tonight! Regardless of the outcome!

"I want you...to close your eyes and stay still," Jamie finally says.

"What? Are you gonna punch me or something?" Luke narrows his eyes at him.

[14/?]

"Oh please, I already got enough punches in for the day. Look, I promise this won't hurt at all." He's telling the truth. What he has planned is the complete opposite of bodily harm. Why won't he trust him?!

[15/?]

Their gazes lock for a moment. Jamie is being as sincere as he could. He keeps a smile on his face, the very same easygoing one he has since their match is over. He can only hope he will believe him and play along.

[16/?]

Luke sighs once more, accepting his fate, then closes his eyes.

Jamie's smile drops. His heart is picking back up again. He gets on his knees and leans closer to Luke.

Fuck, he's handsome...

[17/?]

He takes a few seconds to stare at him. If this doesn't end well, it may as well be his last time seeing Luke's face. He wants to remember it. Every single detail.

Just do it. Like he said, get it over with.

He squeezes his eyes shut and closes his mouth over Luke's.

[18/?]

He feels rather than hears Luke taking a sharp inhale, but he doesn't pull away. Jamie stays there for a beat before licking at those lips because why the fuck not, right? He might as well do it since this might be the only time he gets to.

[19/?]

Luke's lips are softer than he imagined. Hah, he wouldn't put it pass the boy scout to use chapstick or something.

He doesn't do much more, and after what feels like an eternity, Jamie moves back and opens his eyes.

To meet Luke's.

[20/?]

Jamie tries to think of something to say, but comes up short. Those blue eyes holds him in place. His heart might as well burst out of his chest now with how fast it's beating.

Then Luke pulls him in for another kiss and he nearly exploded.

[21/?]

It's not a simple one like before. Luke kisses him like his life depends on it, and Jamie gets swept along for the ride. He gasps, and a moan comes out of him as Luke's tongue delves into his mouth. They separate just to catch their breath and goes right back in again.

[22/?]

At some point, Jamie ends up in his rival's lap. Luke is still peppering kisses all over his face and damn it, he just can't stop smiling!

"Down, boy. Jeez, and I thought *I'm* the thirsty one," he holds Luke back with a hand to his shoulder.

[23/?]

"Sorry, I'm just–really, really happy," Luke replies sheepishly, "I mean, I didn't expect you to like me back."

"I didn't expect you to like me either. You didn't exactly gave me any hints," Jamie pouts.

[24/?]

Luke tucks a strand of black hair behind his ears. He feels like his cheeks are on fire.

"Meanwhile you just kept hitting on me over and over."

"Hey, Jamie Siu doesn't hit on people! Other people hit on Jamie Siu," he huffs.

[25/?]

Though he supposes there is some truth to Luke's statement. He *has* been coming around to see Luke more often after he realized his own feelings. Even going out of his way to seek him out sometimes.

[26/?]

"Yeah, yeah. And you definitely didn't plan to make a bet and kiss me tonight too, huh?" Luke gives him another peck on the cheek. His confession must have been magic, because it turned Luke into a puppy. Jamie leans onto the crook of his neck, mumbling something.

[27/?]

"Woulda...done more..."

"What was that?"

"Nothin'. Don't worry about it." Shit! He didn't think Luke would hear that!

Luke only rolls his eyes and tightens the hold he has on Jamie, pressing their bodies closer together.

[28/?]

"Well if it sounds good to you, wanna come back to my place?" he suggests.

"Hm?" Jamie perks up. Is Luke suggesting what he thinks he is?

"What? You think I'm gonna leave you alone after kissing me like that? No way."

[29/?]

"Taking me home already? I'm not gonna say no-Ah!" He barely finishes his sentence before Luke suddenly stands up with him in his arms. He hits him lightly on the chest to scold him, but Luke just laughs it off.

Hmph, guess the wager was worth it after all.

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