Luko kissms for jax

"Could you build a machine that makes infinite gold?" Taako muses, more to the ceiling than Lucas himself.

Lucas, himself, sighs long and low and grips his pencil tighter, resolutely /not/ putting it down. He gets giddy when Taako visits his lab, lays on his bed to watch him draft and scribble, but he can get awfully /distracting/.

"I'm pretty sure you could glamour random crap into money if you tried, but, sure. It'd be the catalyst for an increasingly shitty economy, but I /could/." He peeks over his shoulder at Taako, who is brushing his fingers over the soft hair peaking at his velvet ear, as if to pet himself after Lucas stopped.

"Don't act like you're Mister Scientific Integrity, I've seen your fuck machines. You're /depraved/, doctor Miller." Taako punctuates with an affected sigh, bare chest rising with a bored huff too big for his lungs.

It's cute. /He's/ cute, and attractive, and Lucas loves him even when he's being teased.

He puts his pencil down. The world can last one more day without a fantasy electric can opener.

"Hey." Taako turns his head at that, and the sound of Lucas' chair swivelling around to face him. "An infinite gold machine isn't a bad idea."

Taako's brow knits adorably, then flattens like it's nothing. "Uh, /duh/. It's a certified Taako Idea. I'll let you have it free though, if you want it that bad."

"Thanks babe. Y'know what I want more than infinite gold though?" Lucas starts, dodging the debris on his floor to make his way to Taako. "Infinite kisses. Whaddaya say?"

Taako grins, stupid and toothy and not at all practiced. "You dingus…  Gee. I reckon I can help you out with that, maybe."

They start at one, but they have time.