Title: I Know How He Feels
Author: cwgirlup75
Rating: T
Pairing: Bo Duke/Luke Duke (slash)
Summary: Luke has regrets.
A/N: This is slash people. Don't read if you don't like it, and please don't send me reviews saying I'm going to hell for what I choose to write. Any other reviews would be great though. :)

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be rich. Nuff said.

Luke's POV.

I Know How He Feels

I know how he feels. The thought keeps running through my head as I stand in the living room of Bo and Erica's house, celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary with what seems to be most of the people we have ever known.

I see him in the kitchen, sharing a kiss with Erica. It's a private moment, and I should look away, but the memories of his lips flood my mind. His lips were always my weakness, whether they were laughing, yelling, or trailing kisses down my neck in the dark of our room. Usually a little dry and chapped, they held an unparalleled softness that was incredibly addictive.

I watch as he walks through the house shaking hands and slapping people on the back, and I try not to remember exactly how his hands feel. I remember how smooth they are, the result of shirking work with a grin and a promise to help later. I always acted put upon, but in truth, I didn't want those hands to become rough and calloused anymore than he did.

He slings an arm around Daisy's waist as someone snaps a Polaroid, and I remember those long arms holding me in different ways. Slung over my shoulder, bracing to throw a punch, and wrapped around me as we slept in a tiny bed that was far too small for one grown man, let alone two.

The thoughts cross my mind in a matter of moments as he makes his way to where I stand. We smile at each other, a polite smile that belies our past.

"I'm glad you could come, Luke."

"Wasn't sure I'd be able to, with work and all, but I made it. Erica looks beautiful tonight."

"Yeah. Hard to believe it's been twenty-five years. Ya know, Kathleen just had her first baby."

"I got the announcement. How does it feel to be a grandpa?"

Bo smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his eyes. "I love that boy. I already bought him a little NASCAR outfit."

I chuckled. "Sounds like you."

We ran out of things to say and stood in front of each other, awkwardly shuffling our feet.

"Well, I better be going, Bo. I've got a long drive ahead of me."

He nodded. "Take care of yourself, Lukas. Call when you get home, ok?"

"I will."

He took a half step toward me, thought better of it, and stuck out his hand. I shook his hand and watched him walk away from me.

You let him go for his own good. He could never have been happy living a secret life with you.

Maybe someday I would believe that.