Luke starts losing it long before Cash does and he abandons his pouting for laughing into his hand. While he's never been a dour person, Luke's noticed how much easier it is for him to find things to smile about lately, especially this past day or two. In fact, sometimes he finds himself smiling about nothing.

But right now he has one extremely beautiful, funny, and flirty boyfriend who's rather good at getting him to smile at any time at all.

Those fingers lightly stroking his arm send fluttery tingles of pleasure across his skin and his smile softens as he glances down at Cash's hand, then back up to meet his eyes. He's quickly laughing again, though, out of shyness this time. His cheeks have gone noticeably pink and he pauses to let himself recover for a moment before reaching up one hand around the back of Cash's neck to draw him close.

He leans in too, until their noses brush. "Maybe," he utters at barely above a whisper, "but right now I'm only thinking about you." It only takes a tilt of his head to bring their lips together softly.

While he feels really, really good right now, he at least has the sense not to gross out everyone else at the bar with an over-enthusiastic display. He draws away after just long enough to leave his warmth and taste on Cash's lips, and his hand slides down his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek gently.

"How come I can't go more than ten minutes without wanting to take you back to bed?" He says it quietly enough to avoid letting others overhear, but his helpless smirk is plastered plainly on his face.