Holiday Passion: A M/M Holiday Romance
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“I don’t know,” Martin says, mouth curling. “You wrote the story.” Luther barks a laugh. “You’re a complete and utter—”
Luther doesn’t finish his sentence: his gaze snaps over to where the trellises delimiting the shooting have been erected. There’s a man standing there, wearing a parka and carrying a knapsack. Though he only has seen a few photos of him shared over the internet, Martin knows him immediately. “My dad,” he says, smiling though his legs feel like jelly. “He’s come.”
“Go over to him.” Luther nudges him forward.
“What if he doesn’t like me and it all goes tits up?” Martin asks, digging his feet in.
“You were ready to move to the other side of the world and live with him,” Luther says, giving him a shove. “And now you can’t summon the courage to go talk to the man?”
“This is different,” Martin says, quaking in his boots. “This is… the real thing.”
“Yes, Martin.” Luther kneads his shoulder. He manhandles Martin so he has to face his father. “This is as real as it comes. And if it doesn’t work out. Well, at least you’ll have tried and will know why. Don’t give it up because of fear. We did that and look how long it took us…”
Martin turns round, grabs Luther’s face, “We were a right pair of idiots.”
Luther hums and raises his eyebrows, then he concedes. “Yes, yes we were. Let’s try not to be anymore.”
Before going to meet his father, Martin kisses Luther, slow and deep.
When the telly crew notices, they cheer them on. Martin smiles against Luther’s lips.
The End
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