London Luck

A coming-of-age tale of sexual awakening of two teens coming-of-age in modern London. Luke 'Gib' Gibson and Johnathan Nichols are the mismatched twins. Johnny is white...Gib is everything else - Gib is gay...Johnny is straight - Gib is bookish...Johnny less so. Now both in Year Twelve at school, these childhood friends have drifted apart, but fate is about to intervene. In London's thick fog, Gib doesn't think he's lucky to have to spend his weekend in the British Museum. Is it luck that has him repeatedly meeting the media tycoon Brian Taylor? Is Gib lucky enough to protect Johnny when he's hate-crimed? The streets of London are where Somerset & Traux pick up from 'Robin's Place'. 'London Luck' is a fun, touching, romantic comedy of sexual awakening filled with new and old friends, new places...and new complications. "PG Wodehouse still?""Indeed.""You know you keep that up and kids are gonna think you a cakeboy. Even in your school.""Wanker.""Well, everyone gets that," Johnny joked and leaned into Gib hard again as his car rounded a tight turn, his elbow brushing Gib's trousers. "Rah, you got one for me!""What? NO!"There was no way Gib could hide Johnny's effect on him and his face reddened. He was so enflamed that the blood was even forcing his hair to stand up. He was so embarrassed that he could not see his childhood friend's smile. "Bro, jam a little. Think your head's going to pop.""I just need to piss.""Bullshit," Johnny coughed. "Lucky, it's all safe. I'm not freaked."Gib watched Johnny's car spin out. "You crashed.""Yeah, well, thought I was driving an automatic," Johnny smirked and shifted his leg slightly, "not a manual, didn't I? You K?" Gib nodded. "Want me to leave?""It's not...no." Gib stood up. "You kotch, just need a minute.""Clearly.""Fuck-off."Johnny restarted his race. "Thanks, lover, but I got me a headache."In the bathroom, Gib looked himself in mirror. He looked like himself, just like he had this morning. He knew gay kids. Flynn and another of his friends were openly gay, but he didn't feel gay. He liked girls, maybe not in the crude ways his friends did, but he liked them nonetheless. He splashed his face and returned to his room."That was fast. You'll never keep a boyfriend that way.""I'm not...gay," Gib said after he closed his door."Well then, you won't keep a girl if you're that fast.""I didn't wank, you perv."Johnny pulled over, handed Gib the control, and started to get up. "I found a barn. It was out past that field.""You want to go?""Neh, but it sounds like you want me to," Then Johnny added even more seriously, "Didn't think, did I. You're more sensitive about shit these days. You never used to be. Straight up, it's greezy with me.""I'm calm, you kotch. Keep playing. Lost your phone?"