miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-01-25 08:41:00 |
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Original poster: sameoldhope
Title: Push
Author: Hope
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: AtWT
Genre: AU
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Summary: When his blood thinned, when his hands ached, it was time for Luke to comfort his good friend Mayer over his intractable father.
Spoilers: Victorian Dollhouse episode
Challenge: Luke/Noah New Year Porn-a-thon
Prompt: lunasky assures me she can figure out a way to make this story fit the challenge.
Notes: By special request, for my Boo's birthday. I hope you have the best birthday ever- if you want, I'll always be here with a push. :D
Lake Forest College, 1891
"Why so glum, fella?" Luke asked.
He tossed his satchel down and leaned over the back of Noah Mayer's chair. His cheek brushed dark hair; his nimble fingers curled round the curve of Noah's shoulder. It was a familiar gesture, one perfected over the last quarter. Come Friday afternoon, it was routine.
After Calisthenics, the freshmen couriers would deliver the post. It would contain, by guarantee, one stiffly-worded note of correspondence from Colonel Mayer, who made clear his intent to see his son follow him into military ranks.
Luciano Snyder kept the time on his silver pocket watch and no matter his engagement, he took leave of it at precisely 1:30. Whether he need run or walk, he always crossed the threshold of their shared room in time to lean over Noah's shoulder. For commiseration, he used to tell himself. To steady his room-mate with a gentle hand, and an open ear.
Lately, he could admit: it was also the intoxicating scent of his hair, brushed with bay rum, and his skin, honey sweet. He radiated a warmth that lasted, so much better than embers in a tin lantern. Luke had grown needy for it, a jittery dependency that told the time on Friday almost well as the watch. When his blood thinned, when his hands ached, it was time to comfort his good friend Mayer over his intractable father.
Noah leaned back- or did he simply relax at the touch?- and held the letter up for Luke's inspection. "Did you know if I came in right away, I could have an officer's commission by Christmas?"
"Really?" Luke smiled crookedly. He took the letter, and cleared his throat, shaking the page before reading from it gruffly. "Do, son, consider the sacrifices great patriots have made for your freedom, hum hum hum..."
With a weary laugh, Noah crumpled the thick stationery right out of Luke's hands. "I've read it, Luciano, but my many thanks for your dramatic interpretation."
"Hum hum hum," Luke said. He smoothed his hands across Noah's shoulders, daring to tighten his grip- just a friendly embrace, really.
"He's never going to give up."
"No." Luke squeezed his shoulders again. He stroked his thumbs between Noah's shoulder blades, skimming up with a sure, steady stroke. "Which is why you're going to... come now, we've practiced it. What are you going to do?"
Noah made the faintest sound when Luke's touch accidentally grazed the bare skin above his collar.
"I don't recall telling you to-" Luke echoed the sound, leaning over to look at him and teasing, "I believe I counseled you to..."
"Ignore him," Noah said. "I'm trying. I swear to you."
"Perhaps you should try harder."
No longer pleading, Noah pulled away and turned to face him. Shadows clouded the blue of his eyes, and the set of his mouth turned down. "It's easy for you."
"Is that so? Spend the spring recess on my family's farm, and we'll see how easy it is."
Standing, Noah tugged at his collar, then his lapel, as if trying to shake off any comfort that might have reached his skin. Anxiously, he plucked at his suit, from his broad shoulders, to the fine, narrow slip of his waist. Something sharp and hot fomented inside his skin, some fury he'd learned to restrain behind a gentleman's facade. "You're taking my words out of turn."
Luke tipped his head to one side. "You said what you said."
"But that's not what I meant!"
"Then have a go at it," Luke snapped. He leaned closer, barbing him- daring him.
The air bristled with possibility, and parting his lips, Luke tipped his chin up to meet Noah's gaze. Perhaps he would raise his voice, raise a hand, strike him. For that timestruck moment, anything seemed possible, but then Noah deflated. The fight drained from him, shame streaking crimson across his pale cheeks.
"I apologize," he said softly.
"Coward," Luke answered.
"Don't I already have to account for everything?" Noah pushed his chair aside. He could tower over Luke when he wanted to, and it was plain he wanted to. "You're forever pushing me!"
Flattening both hands against Noah's chest, Luke pushed. Not hard, not really, just enough to make his point. "Push back!"
"I don't want..." Noah cut himself off, clasping Luke's face between his hands. Silencing them both with a hard kiss, Noah cracked like lightning, opening up like a midsummer storm. Need scoured away his refinement; greedy, he sucked the wide, taunting curve of Luke's upper lip, bruising it before slipping past it to sink into his mouth.
Luke raised his hands, almost helplessly, then clutched at the thick, dark wool of Noah's jacket. He wanted to pull him down into his bed, to open his mouth wider for him, to strip him down to the flesh, but instead, he surrendered. Too many people drove Noah along; for this, he had to choose it; Luke needed him to choose him. Stroking Noah's arms through his jacket, Luke offered a kiss, and another, stealing one only when it seemed like Noah might remember himself. Drawing his tongue into his mouth, Luke leaned back- he pulled, and he moaned softly when Noah finally pushed.
Carved lean and muscular from rowing competitions, Noah could move Luke with a touch. Their small dormitory room took nothing but a few steps to cross, and when he pressed Luke against the hard oak door, Noah fell on his mouth again. The broad glide of his hands slipped from Luke's face to his throat. His thumbs rested briefly against the pulse fluttering there, then he slipped them inside Luke's suit coat. The school's honor code demanded that the coat stay properly buttoned, but Luke had little patience for unimportant rules. Noah pushed the jacket down his arms, but not all the way off.
Bold with Luke's wrists trapped, Noah hooked a finger in his tie and loosened it enough to bare his throat. He smeared kisses across his skin, tasting the dip just beneath Luke's adam's apple as he let his tie slip to the floor. Pearl buttons slipped open easily, baring Luke's chest and his fine, dark nipples.
Stretched tight, Luke struggled in the knot of his jacket. Agonized pleasure arched his back when Noah teased him with the hot trace of his breath against his skin. Perhaps it was the sound Luke made, something deep and wanton in his throat, perhaps it was realizing he intended to abuse more than Luke's mouth, but something drove Noah to suddenly pull away.
Sure and deliberate, Luke finally shook himself free from his bindings and reached behind himself to lock their door- another honor code violation, for certain.Their eyes met with another flash of heat. Breath reed thin, Luke refused to look away. He gazed right into Noah, pressing his hands beneath his suspenders and slipping them from his shoulders. Then, he raised his hands again, watching Noah's expression soften and falter as he unbuttoned his shirt with slow purpose.
With each tug, Noah trembled. He stole shallow breaths; curled his fingers against Luke's elbows, letting him strip him to the waist. Finally, he found his voice and murmured, "Luciano..."
"Don't tell me to stop," Luke whispered back, his brows rising as he grazed his lips against Noah's again. "Because I won't."
But Noah pushed again, lacing his long fingers between Luke's and pressing him against the door. Abandoning all pretense, Noah claimed Luke's mouth just long enough to taste the sweetness there, before sinking down before him. He rubbed his rough cheek against Luke's smooth belly, unbuttoning the drop front of his trousers. On his knees for him, Noah gazed up, somehow keeping that startled look of innocence, even as he slipped Luke's hand into his hair, even as he bared the dusky head of his cock and kissed it with longingly parted lips.
Combing and twisting his fingers in Noah's dark hair, Luke turned his gaze upward. Rationing his breath, he gasped when Noah's kisses turned to tastes, the velveteen glide of his tongue like no other torment in the world. He wanted to whisper to him, all sorts of endearments, every manner of encouragement, but he bit his own lower lip instead. If he tried to speak, he was sure he'd cry out, especially when Noah's tastes turned to hungry swallows.
Framing Luke's hips with his hands, Noah steadied himself as he filled his mouth with the slender length of Luke's cock. The weight and heat of it overwhelmed, the flavor of his flesh darker down here, a delicacy of acquired taste. Making a tight ring of his lips, Noah sank in again, and again, pushing himself further each time, until each stroke took him so deep he couldn't find his breath. Bittersweet juices flowed on his tongue, just a tang, just a taste. He took him faster, yearning for more of that, shivering in pleasure when Luke pulled his hair to beg for more.
There was nothing quite so beautiful as watching his good friend on his knees, Luke thought. He dropped his head to watch, to marvel at him. Noah had closed his eyes, dark lashes fluttering against his skin, his cheeks hollowing each time he drew back. Seeing himself slicked by Noah's generous mouth, Luke wanted. He desired. Greed ran thick in his veins, and he longed to violate Noah in so many ways.
And it must have been that Noah had the same thought because without the slightest warning, Noah rose to his full height, and stole the protest right from Luke's upturned mouth. He pulled him to his bed, stroking him with a strong hand, pushing him down and sliding right up behind him. Their bodies matched and Luke craned back to taste his mouth again, moaning when he felt Noah reach between them to peel open the front of his own trousers
Noah's cock felt impossibly large against him, too hot and too hard, like it would split him in two and yet, between kisses, Noah licked the curve of his thumb and stroked it between them. Bit by bit, he pressed into him, even catching his arm beneath Luke's knee to spread him open that much wider. The shock and pain of the breaching scored Luke's body, leaving him flushed and gasping, the finest sheen of sweat rising to his skin. But he heard himself, at a distance, begging for more, whispering crudely, pleading in a keening whisper, "Yes, yes, more, more."
"Everything," Noah whispered against his shoulder.
"Everything, Noah, please." Licking his own lips, Luke pressed his head back against Noah's shoulder, hitched and writhing when he broke past the hardest part, and slowly filled him with the whole length of his cock.
When they twisted just so, they could feed each other kisses at the deepest part of the stroke, burying their cries in each other. Luke stroked a hand down Noah's waist, pressing his fingers into his hips, pulling him in deeper, faster. Noah answered with a push, putting a hook curve into each thrust. They both wanted it deeper, so deep they couldn't make out the difference between them, tangled and bound in each other's arms and mouths and bodies.
Suddenly, Noah wrapped his arms tight around Luke. He held him fast, hard against his stuttered strokes, and Luke stretched and crooned against him. Liquid heat filled him, Noah's uneven thrusts newly smooth, slipping into him so effortlessly now, it felt gentle as a kiss. Wrapping a fist around his own cock, Luke rubbed it hard and fast, catching up to Noah and spilling out in his hand. He shook against him, and every jolt buried Noah that much deeper inside him.
Stilling, Luke curled back against him, sighing softly when Noah smoothed a hand down his arm. As they cooled, their sweat drying on endlessly bare skin, Noah nuzzled the back of Luke's neck, kissing him, petting him, so fondly, Luke's heart ached with it.
"Noah," Luke said, stealing a glance back at him. He was so bare now, not just his flesh, but the secrets he kept inside furious to get out. "I think... I think there's a good chance I'm going sweet on you."
Noah tightened his arms around Luke. "Perhaps it's just that we're homesick."
Heart sinking, Luke closed his eyes and made himself nod. He made himself lie, because it was his body that told time on Fridays, every Friday, pleasuring each other every Friday afternoon for two quarters now, but it was his heart that anticipated it. How very quaint, really, that he could offer up his flesh with every bravery, but cower instead of giving voice to his longing? His voice barely broke a whisper when he agreed, "Maybe so."
Shifting slightly, Noah grabbed the edge of the coverlet and tossed it over their bare skins. He kissed the back of Luke's neck again, smiling there as a dreamy peace washed over him. "Just as likely to be love, though."
Noah pushed; Luke fell.
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The End