InsaneJournal

miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-01-15 01:54:00

Original poster: qafaddiction

Title: Bubbling Over
Author: Heather (qafaddiction)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Noah
Spoilers/Warnings: underage drinking, language, sex play
Summary: Luke and Noah let the bubbly take over and welcome the new year in with a bang ;)
Challenge: Written for the Luke/Noah New Year Porn-a-thon
Prompt: drunken shenanigans, champagne



NOAH

When Luke suggested that we leave the party early, before midnight, I was glad he did. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, because I was. But seeing him in his suit, holding his hand, dancing close to him... it was driving me crazy. Being with his family over the holidays was amazing, but with the Snyders there isn't much privacy, and all I wanted was to be alone with my boyfriend. Now, tonight, we finally have a chance to isolate ourselves, and welcome in 2008 the same way we want to spend the rest of the year - loving each other.

We didn't get very far after leaving Metro. With his dad at the farm, and my dorm closed for the break, we decided to go to another club where it was unlikely anyone we knew would be celebrating. Just as we arrived, they began passing around champagne for the midnight toast. One of the waitresses took a liking to Luke, and kept refilling our glasses. No fake I.D.s required here! Needless to say, it wasn't long before we were both feeling a little buzzed.


LUKE

I think Noah was nervous tonight. Correction: I know he was nervous. It's the first time we've gone on an actual date in public, and like I told him earlier, it's enough that he was there with me. After our dance, Noah asked me if I was happy, and from the tone of his voice I was worried that maybe he thought he wasn't making me happy, or that he wasn't living up to some lofty ideal of what a boyfriend should be. That is the furthest thing from the truth, but I'm starting to understand how his mind works. So to take the pressure off, I suggested we leave. Truth is, I wanted to be alone with him more than anything.


NOAH

Luke decided to call for a cab, since neither of us were in any shape to be driving. There was a message on his phone from his dad, telling Luke that he was going out after all. We decided to go back to the farm, and leave my truck in the parking lot, where I could pick it up the next morning. Being New Year's Eve, we had to wait about 20 minutes for a taxi.

By the time we reached the porch, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. As soon as Luke opened the door, I made a beeline for the toilet, which is where I now stand, albeit a tad wobbly, fumbling with my zipper. What I didn't expect was for Luke to follow me in here and start stripping down.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting undressed. Last time I checked, I live here." He glances around, as if to confirm that he is, indeed, in familiar surroundings. Smartass.

Naked from the waist down, he elbows his way around me to the bowl, jabbing my ribs in the process. "Gimme some room."

"Geez, Luke, can you just wait a minute?" Sometimes he can be really bossy. If I wasn't three sheets to the wind, I might push him out of the way; then again, he's not exactly on his best footing right now either. I turn away from him to give us both some privacy, and he snorts.

"It's not like I've never seen it before."

It's true, he has seen it, but not like this, not since we've been boyfriends. I've never been one to obsess about the size of my package. Then again, I've never had any complaints. I'm more of a "grow-er" than a "show-er", though. This is it: full monty time. I can't help myself; my eyes wander lower, following the treasure trail of blonde fuzz leading down from Luke's navel. He's thick, and certainly longer than average. Impressive.


LUKE

Noah's well-hung, and he pisses like a racehorse. I feel his eyes on me, even though my hair's in my eyes and I can't really see his face. As we stand here relieving ourselves, our streams cross in mid-air, one over the other, like spouts from one of those European fountains. European. You're-a-peein'. Heh. I laugh at my own joke. I decide to aim a little higher. Not to be outdone, Noah shoots for the back of the toilet seat, and now we're both laughing.

I swerve to the right, but lose my balance for a second and accidentally shoot my stream right at Noah's crotch.

"Hey!" he cries, moving out of the line of fire. "You did that on purpose!"

I can't believe I'm thinking it, but there's something a little kinky and perverse about the fact that my boyfriend's genitals have just been marked with my pheromones, as if I were a dog staking out my territory. I ignore his grumbling and try to focus on the wall in front of me; unfortunately, I've got a wicked case of the spins, and I'm getting hard. When I open my eyes, I see that he's patting the toilet with a towel, removing the traces of our sophomoric play.


NOAH

I'm not sure what either of us was trying to prove with that little stunt, but I suspect it has something to do with the amount of alcohol in our respective systems. He's pretty tipsy, and I can tell he's physically exhausted, despite declaring that he could run a marathon. He's like the newborn foal we visited in the stables a week ago, that had just found its legs. He wants to run all over the place, but he's still not quite strong enough to do everything.

I see him start to weave again, and I put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. He's lost in a fantasy, a sexy half-smile on his face. The shape of his upper lip is a perfect cupid's bow, with two little peaks that sweep upward like the fins of a manta ray. I'm not good with words, but it's one of the most perfect things I've ever laid eyes on.

We're standing close now, and I'm suddenly aware of Luke's thigh pressing against mine. The friction is more than a little arousing. He looks right at me, holding onto my arm with one hand, and begins jerking off with the other. With the champagne loosening his inhibitions, he continues to press against me and pleasure himself.

I can't count the number of times I've fantasized about this... about him, about us. He's everything I ever wanted, but never knew I did. I pull him to me by his waist until he's right in front of my face. "Want some help with that?" I ask, and almost before he can answer, I slide my hand down in between us and rest it on top of his hand, moving almost in slow motion now, up and down his dick. He doesn't pull back, doesn't stop his stroking, just looks right at me with that irresistable grin on his face. I feel his precome spilling onto my fingers, slick and slippery.


LUKE

I'm horny as hell, and I have this incredible craving to be touched, to feel Noah's hands on me. It's a skin hunger that will not be satisfied any other way. For so long, I couldn't feel anything below my waist, and now my nerve endings are waking up, firing in all directions with both new and familiar sensations. Masturbation's great, but it can be really solitary. I'm tired of grandma's ground rules. I respect her wishes, but at the same time, Noah's my boyfriend, and we deserve to be together -- really together. I want this, and I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to feel this way. I look directly at him and let him know how I feel with my eyes, and the next thing I know, he licks his lips and plants one on me while his hot fingers continue to work their magic.


NOAH

I expect him to stop me any minute now... or for me to stop myself... but to my surprise, he opens his mouth and offers me his tongue. I grab the back of his head and pull him tight to me. He growls right into my throat.

Our kiss is rough, almost barbaric, and yet it's exactly what I need. I feel the scratch of stubble as our chins rub together. He's not soft and supple like Maddie, and I find that refreshing. There is no gentle play, no sticky-sweet lipgloss, no long nails scratching the back of my neck, no jewellery getting in the way or pretty perfume invading my sinuses. This is just raw, unbridled lust. I can feel Luke tugging at my belt, pulling my shirt up, trying to get to bare skin. My veins come alive with a mixture of adrenalin and endorphins. My brain is buzzing with the sound of my own synapses crackling, and the pressure is building all over.

As my fingers grip his dick, increasing the friction, I can feel the stirrings in his groin build to spastic jerks. Luke holds on to me, trying to keep his balance, and I feel a shudder run through his entire body, like seismic waves. I hang on to him as he rides it out, panting just a little. Looks like the aftershocks of a Meyer hand job rate at least a '4' on the Richter scale.


LUKE

My brain seems to explode as I come, and I can feel the jets shooting all over the place. My cock spits long, thick threads of come onto Noah's chest and abs, and my knees buckle involuntarily from the feeling. It's been a while since I've been able to feel anything like this in my legs, let alone have an orgasm standing up. I feel pulses of pleasure rippling through my body and it's a beautiful thing, it really is.


NOAH

I lead Luke to the bed in the room he's been using on the main floor, since standing is no longer an option for either of us. I doubt he could even make it down the hallway by himself at this point. He's kind of shuffling along, since his pants are gathered around his ankles. I have no idea where his cane is; at this point we're both beyond caring. I've got a serious hard-on, and some pretty wicked ideas of how I'd like to take care of it, but I also don't want to do anything stupid. What if someone were to come home right now and find us like this? Maybe I should leave him here, and go sleep on the couch in the parlor. The idea leaves my head almost as quickly as it entered.

I remove the rest of his clothing and shed my own clothes before settling in beside him, almost touching, but not not completely invading his personal space. He stetches out, taking up at least three quarters of the bed. I've got a few inches on him, and my feet hang over the edge.

There's a curved scar that runs from his hipbone to his pelvis, from his kidney transplant. Seeing it there, I feel a momentary pang of guilt, remembering Holden's warnings about alcohol. He's reminded us on more than one occasion that Luke shouldn't be drinking at all, let alone to excess, given his history. But it's New Year's, I rationalize, and the champagne was flowing, and we're in love.

I give the scar a kiss, then move back up to rest my head on the pillows, and begin to touch myself. I can see he's drifting off, but he's fighting it. He can't seem to take his eyes off me.


LUKE

Noah's stroking himself, and I'm enjoying the show. He has a beautiful body, and really long legs. I feel an unexpected quickening of my heartbeat when I notice that like me, he has a scar on his abdomen. I guess I was too preoccupied by his other, um, assets the last time I saw him naked to notice. When I reach over to trace it with my finger, he tells me that when he was younger, he tripped over some scrap wood while running near a construction site on the base. He fell on a nail and cut himself there. The military doctors had to open him up to make sure no organs were punctured. Later, he acted like the scar was a badge of honor, lifting his shirt to show it off to the other kids. The girls would giggle when he'd yank on his belt to lower his pants a few inches, and then they'd ask if they could touch it. Grandma Emma was right -- Noah sure knows how to charm the ladies.

I know he's been with women before. Well, at least one woman. I'll admit, I'm curious. What kind of a lover is he? Am I ready to find out? He did a pretty good job taking care of me in the bathroom. I wonder if he's expecting me to return the favor and jerk him off. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I'm watching him through narrowed slits. He moves closer, until I can feel the heat of his dick against my thigh. "Luke, tell me what you want."

I'm not really sure what he's asking, or even what my options are, but suddenly I feel wide awake. I stare up at the ceiling, as if there might be a menu of services written on one of the wooden beams. When I don't answer right away, he takes my hand and puts it on his dick. I'm completely turned on, and a little frightened of these feelings, but I don't want to think tonight. I just want to feel. And I want to come again. He slides a leg over me, moving closer still. His cock rubs up against mine, his bush still damp with a combination of urine and precome. He's completely hard, and I can feel his pulse throbbing in the head of his cock. I finally speak.

"I want to fuck you, Noah."

The words surprise me, and I want to take them back as soon as they leave my mouth. Being drunk makes me a bit crude, I think.

Without pulling away, and with just a hint of apology in his voice, Noah whispers, "Luke... "

I know what he's trying to say; I can see it in his eyes. I'm not sure what I thought was going to happen when we actually started fooling around, but I guess I figured I'd be the one to top him. The thing is, Noah's a pitcher by nature. It's not that he sees bottoming as a submissive role; I think he just feels more comfortable being in the driver's seat, so to speak. At least for now. It's okay, really; to be honest, it's refreshing to have him deny me something, because it lets me know that he's not handling me with kid gloves. On one of my brattier days, when I was feeling sorry for myself, I remember telling my dad, "No one can yell at the guy in the chair!" Even now, I don't want anyone, especially Noah, doing whatever I ask because he thinks I'm too fragile to take 'no' for an answer.

He knows this is my first time, with a guy or a girl, and he may be sympathetic to my plight or even worried that my lower body isn't quite operating at full strength, but he's made it abundantly clear that his hole is off limits, at least for now. I know he'd do anything for me, but taking it up the ass is a pretty huge deal.

I take a deep breath, consider the alternative, and prepare to jump off the sexual precipice. "So, do you want to...?" I leave the sentence unfinished, but he knows what I'm asking. What I'm offering. He leans forward and kisses me. I'm fascinated by his tongue. He does these little tricks, like swirling figure eights over my lips, and it makes me love him even more.

A few minutes go by, and in what is probably the sexiest voice I've ever heard, he replies, "Yeah, Luke, I want to be inside you."

He turns me over, slowly, helping me lift my legs since they're still a little stiff. I hesitate only for a second, wondering if I'm truly ready. But I'm awash in blissful sensations right now and I trust Noah more than anyone else in my life. Even in my current state, I know intrinsicly that he's not going to hurt me. He reaches for what he needs on the bedside table, and takes a moment to warm some lube in his hand. With great care, he presses a finger inside me, and I'll be god-damned if it doesn't feel incredible. He feels me inhale deeply and withdraws, waiting for me to catch my breath, then continues to get me ready.

I've never really been curious about sex toys, and I know I wouldn't be brave enough to ever buy one or try to keep it hidden in my room, so it's pretty much uncharted territory back there. I wanted to tell him that before we started, maybe talk about this a bit more, but I think some things just need to happen organically. Besides, the desire seems to be taking over and I can barely form a coherent thought at this point, let alone voice one.


NOAH

I'm about to enter him, and I get this incredible surge of adrenaline, like a skydiver getting ready to jump out of a plane, gravity promising to take over at any second. It's the point of no return. Then there's the drop, the penetration, and the incredible free-fall rush begins.


LUKE

Noah prepared me really well, and it doesn't hurt, but it's extremely uncomfortable. Still, I'm sensing a distant tingle in my cock that tells me this is going to feel really good, really soon. Even though he just jerked me off, I'm already coming to life again. So much for the refractory period.

It feels like his cock is getting bigger inside of me... longer, thicker, stretching me impossibly wide, but with a warmth I've never felt before. He rocks in slowly, all the way to the base, until his scrotum is against mine. He gives me time to get used to his size, and then he just starts pumping, in and out. At one point, he hits my prostate and a million nerve endings fire in glorious unison. He thrusts himself up me for several minutes, making gutteral sounds that go straight to my groin.

I'm just getting lost in the feeling when he suddenly pulls out. Neither of us have come at this point.

"Noah? What's wrong?" I ask, worried that he's changed his mind and surprising myself by how much I want this now.

"The condom broke!" he gasps. I hear him rip open another packet, fumbling for a minute, and I almost tell him to just forget it, that we don't really need protection. It's not like I'm going to get pregnant or anything. My reasoning is faulty, I know; but it's the heat of the moment and I'm not exactly thinking with the 'big' head right now. Finally, he's back inside me. This time, he's a little frantic. A minute ago he was really hard and I think I was begging him to make me come as he slammed into me. Suddenly, he heaves and sends his load into the condom, deep within me. He lies on top of me, shoving the last of his orgasm home, then stays put, letting his dick get soft and come out naturally.


NOAH

I'm really warm and feeling drowsy from my orgasm, and Luke has an arm draped across my chest. I feel him sigh and start taking long, slow, even breaths. I know we're both falling asleep but I want to make sure he's okay. He's still recovering, and even though his doctor and physical therapist have told him he can handle more activity these days, I doubt they were imagining 200 pounds of horny, drunken boyfriend slamming repeatedly into his recently paralyzed limbs when they said that. He's so quiet, it's freaking me out a little.

"Luke?"

"Mmmm." He's barely coherent, but he sounds content. As a matter of fact, he sounds perfect. I close my eyes. We'll talk tomorrow. Which technically, is today. A new year. I look at the clock. It's 1:23 a.m.

. . . . .

The next thing I know, it's morning, and everything comes rushing back to me; it wasn't a dream. It's absolutely still in the farmhouse, but the sunshine is blazing in through the windows because we forgot to close the shades last night. I can feel the cobwebs in my brain, and I try to mentally brush them away. I think he's still asleep when suddenly he breaks the silence.

"You awake?"

"Barely," I reply, squinting against the light. I notice something different in his voice, and I'm worried that he might be hurt. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I...." He turns to look at me, and in a mock-serious tone, asks, "Was it good for you too?"

I laugh, loving how adorable he looks with his blonde, shaggy hair sticking out in 26 different directions. "Why... are you hoping for a morning repeat?" I tease.

He rolls his eyes in mock disapproval, but I can tell he's as happy as I am. Taking his time, he gets out of bed and heads for the hallway, while I admire the view from behind.


LUKE

"Noah... I need your help." I'm in the bathroom, without my cane.

He shuffles in, all sleepy-eyed and gorgoeus, but with an air of caution about him. "Isn't this what got us started in the first place?"

I grin, and rest my hand on his shoulder. "I'm wobbly." Okay, maybe it's just an excuse. The truth is, I don't want to be away from him for more than a minute right now.

Noah gives me a sideways glance. "Maybe you should get your dad to install one of those safety rails in here, like they do for old people."

"Shut up, Mayer!" I laugh in spite of myself. "And before you suggest it, I don't need one of those emergency call buttons for when I've fallen and can't get up, either."

Before he can tease me any further, I kiss him. He smiles at me, and I feel this incredible warmth spread throughout my body. Noah touches absolutely everything that feels good inside me, and I'm so in love with him I think I might just burst.


NOAH

I love the way Luke looks at me. Everything he feels is written on his face, like a roadmap of emotions. He thinks I'm handsome. He thinks I'm a little messed up. He thinks I'm vulnerable. He thinks I need love. He thinks I'm strong. Most importantly, he thinks we can help each other through anything. I'm actually starting to believe that.

Gathering him up in a hug, I plant a kiss on his neck. "Happy New Year, Luke."

"Happy New Year, Noah."

I grin, my arms still wrapped around his waist. "Now... where were we?"

~end~