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Fic "Whisper" (Luke/Noah - R)
Original poster: msasl
TITLE: Whisper
AUTHOR: msasl
PAIRING: Luke/Noah
RATING: R (some might say NC17, I guess)
SUMMARY: Luke and Noah come together for some quality alone time
SPOILERS: up through current storyline
DISCLAIMER: don't own this characters, just here to have a little fun
A/N: I almost held back on this, wanting to wait and see what happens this week on the actual show. Instead, I left this open for a sequel. Hope you enjoy, comments greatly appreciated.
It had been a long, difficult day and all Luke wanted was to sit down, close his eyes, and relax with his boyfriend. He didn’t want to talk about Noah’s dad, or Ameera, or the I.C.E. Luke just wanted ten minutes alone with his boyfriend, ten minutes to pretend that things were normal, that everything would turn out okay. Just ten minutes to feel safe and secure in his own relationship, in his own damn life. Ten minutes didn’t sound like much, but lately they were lucky if they got five. Between classes and drama with Ameera, they were hardly ever alone. And the time that they did manage to spend together, they were usually arguing, about Ameera. She was everywhere, in everything they did. Luke hated it.
As he knocked on Noah’s door, he hoped that Ameera was doing homework or taking a shower. Anything to give him the ten minutes he desperately needed to have with his boyfriend. Noah took forever answering the door and when he finally did, he only pulled it halfway open, blocking the path in with his body. He smiled when he saw Luke, and there was a sparkle in his eyes and something mischievous about his smile.
“Hey you,” he said, his voice bubbly and excited.
Raising his eyebrows in curiosity, Luke tried to peer around Noah. “What’s going…” Luke trailed off as Noah grabbed him, dragging him inside.
Luke stumbled to a stop as Noah pushed the door closed behind them, his jaw dropping. The room was softly lit by one lamp and too many white candles to count. There was a blanket draped over the couch, and a basket of fruit and a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table. Noah stood slightly to his left, chewing on his lip, but watching him take it all in with a smug, satisfied look on his face. Luke spun in a circle, trying to gage exactly what was going on here, while emotions catapulted through his system.
“What did you…how did you…why…” Luke fumbled through a list of questions, unable to articulate himself, held hostage by his own shock. Taking a deep breathe, he asked the question that seemed to hold the key to his happiness.
“Where’s Ameera?”
Noah’s smiled broadened. “Out. She said she had some stuff to do, she shouldn’t be back for a couple hours.”
“Hours?” Luke breathed the word, hope blossoming in his chest.
Noah nodded, finally coming to him and reaching for him. Luke met him halfway in a frenzy of a kiss. It was obvious to Luke that Noah had meant for the kiss to be soft, to be sweet, but Luke didn’t want sweet and he let Noah know that by licking his way into Noah’s mouth. A throaty chuckle escaped Noah’s lips, but Luke swallowed it, deepening the kiss and pushing hard against Noah.
When they drifted back, coming up for air, Luke tipped his head forward to rest their foreheads together. He sighed.
“What made you do all this?”
“You sounded really down when you called to see if you could come by and since we have some time I just thought…”
Luke smiled. “Thought what?”
“That we could spend some time together,” Noah responded coyly, lacing their fingers together and leading Luke to the couch. Noah poured them each a glass of wine, and when he handed the glass to Luke, he opened up his arms and spoke softly.
“Come here.”
Smiling, Luke turned and pushed himself backward into Noah so that his back was pressed up against Noah’s chest. Noah wrapped an arm around Luke’s middle and Luke tipped his head sideways against Noah’s shoulder so that he could nestle his face into Noah’s neck. They sat in silence for a moment, and Luke couldn’t remember the last time he felt this content, this care-free.
“You sounded really upset on the phone.” Noah’s words were a statement, but Luke knew that he intended them a question.
“Yeah, I spent some time with my sisters earlier. They’re so wrapped up in everything that’s going on between my parents. They’re little kids, they should be playing games or having sleep-overs or something. Not worrying about my parents and their relationship.”
“I thought everything was okay, that you’re mom was back.”
“She is. I don’t know what’s going on, though. I guess I don’t spend enough time there. Between classes, and us, I just don’t get home that often, or as much as I should, I guess.”
Noah kissed Luke’s forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Luke closed his eyes, trying to memorize the way it felt to have Noah’s body up against his, to have his arm wrapped around him. His warm presence was so comforting he thought he could slip into sleep if it weren’t for the many other fantasies he was entertaining. Noah absently ran his hand up and down Luke’s side, slipping it up under Luke’s shirt to touch his skin. The softness of Noah’s fingers running along his skin sent tingles down his spine and across his entire body.
“That feels good,” Luke murmured, kissing Noah’s neck.
“Yeah?” Noah asked, his fingers gliding across Luke’s skin.
Luke kissed his neck again before tipping his head back so that he could look into Noah’s face. Noah’s eyes were dark and Luke could read the desire in them, and saw his own desire reflected back at him. He smiled, nodded.
“Yeah,” Luke whispered as their lips touched. This time, Noah got the soft kiss that he’d gone in for earlier. It was blissfully soft, agonizingly slow. But Luke enjoyed the gentle pace. It was the pace of two individuals who had the time to be patient, to explore. It was what Luke had always wanted for them. So when Noah tugged at Luke’s shirt, Luke didn’t immediately give in. Instead, he wiggled backward on the couch, away from Noah.
Noah grinned at him for a moment before moving back in, straddling Luke and kissing him again. Noah practically growled into Luke’s mouth as he struggled to pull Luke’s shirt up and off, momentarily giving up and shucking his own shirt first. Luke laughed, pulling Noah down and crushing his mouth on his. God, he wanted this. He wanted Noah in ways that he’d never wanted anything in his life, and when Noah finally succeeded in shedding Luke of his shirt and began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses along his chest, and along his collar bone, Luke knew, without a doubt, that he wanted Noah inside him.
“Noah,” Luke murmured urgently, arching his body up into Noah’s, needing to feel hot skin against hot skin.
Noah moaned, hanging his head over Luke’s shoulder, their cheeks brushing. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were gleaming. Luke would have stared into them for all eternity if it wasn’t for the burning desire that flooded his entire body. Realizing that Noah was waiting for him to speak, he felt momentarily unable to move, to form coherent words. Was he really going to ask Noah for this? Where they really doing this?
“Are you okay?” Noah finally asked, his voice husky with desire, only the slightest twinge of concern warping the words.
“Yeah.” Luke leaned up, kissing him. He drifted backward, bringing Noah further into him, teasing the kiss out. “Be with me,” Luke spoke into Noah’s mouth. He would have wondered if Noah had heard him if it weren’t for the way that Noah paused, the way that Noah seemed to be looking at him in a new way. Slowly, a smile spread across Noah’s lips. A lightness just seemed to envelop him as he leaned back in for another beautifully soft kiss. Luke had never experienced something so utterly tender and it made his heart ache in ways that he knew it shouldn’t.
“Please,” Luke murmured the only word left in his vocabulary.
As if on cue, Noah began to fumble with the buttons on Luke’s pants. As they both struggled out of their remaining clothes, it struck Luke that they were both finally naked, that they were really going to do this. They were kissing, and kissing, and kissing and Luke was filled with so much desire, so much wanting that had built up over the last months, he didn’t know what to do with it all and it came out in a frenzy of kissing so soul-stoppingly deep that it took Luke’s breathe away. When they finally broke away for some much needed air, Noah ran the tips of his fingers down the side of Luke’s face.
“Are you sure?” Noah whispered, his voice outrageously soft and concerned.
Luke smiled, the weight of his love for Noah so thick in his throat, in his heart that his entire chest constricted and he felt like his heart was being squeezed.
“There’s nothing that I want more.”
Noah kissed him again, but it was light and it was gentle and then he was pulling away.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay.”
“Luke.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Luke murmured, pulling Noah back in for a kiss. “I want this.”
Noah’s eyes searched his for several moments and Luke found himself reiterating his earlier plea.
“Please, Noah. I need this,” Luke spoke, cutting himself off, afraid that his voice would crack under the unbearable weight of desire that he felt through the depths of his heart.
Noah hesitated for one last moment before kissing Luke again, before licking his way into Luke’s mouth and shifting himself downward, positioning himself. And then Noah was inside of him. Luke gasped as shock, pain, and pleasure rocketed through his system.
“Are you okay?” Noah muttered into Luke’s neck, and Luke almost chuckled, but instead arched his hips up into Noah, eliciting a throaty groan out of Noah, that in and of itself, almost sent Luke over the edge.
Noah smiled, finding Luke’s tongue with his own, and pumping harder. He reached between them, wrapping his long fingers around Luke’s erection. Luke found himself fighting back release, wanting to relish the multitude of emotions that he found himself drowning in. He wanted to remember this forever, this sensation of delirious happiness and pleasure.
“Come with me,” Noah murmured into Luke’s lips, and upon those words, they both carried each other over the edge.
Luke felt blissfully content in a sleepy, hazy kind of way. Noah’s body was draped over his, and they remained on the couch. Time slipped by and Luke had no idea how long they’d been together.
“You’re heavy,” Luke finally murmured, running his fingers up and down Noah’s back.
“Sorry.” Noah’s voice was hoarse and he tried to move, but Luke held him there.
“Don’t. Stay.”
Their eyes met, and they both smiled. Luke realized that the candles had all but burned out, their wine glasses sat on the table untouched, as did the basket of fruit. He was contemplating asking Noah for some of the wine when he heard the unmistakable click, and thunk, of the heavy from door being pushed open.
“Hey, Noah, I’m…” Ameera’s voice trailed off.
Noah jumped up, reaching blindly into the pile of their clothing and pulling on a pair of boxers. Luke reached for the blanket, wrapping it around his waist and sitting up on the couch. He watched shock and realization dawn on Ameera’s face, and then tears fill her eyes before she turned and fled.
“Ameera, wait!” Noah called out, pulling his jeans on and grabbing a shirt before dashing off after her.
Luke stared at the door, dumbstruck. Feeling utterly humiliated, he was momentarily paralyzed. His boyfriend, who he’d just had sex with for the first time, had just chased after his wife rather than stay with him. Luke felt like he’d been punched in the gut, his capability to breathe was temporarily stolen from him. Forcing back tears, he dressed as quickly as possible and headed for the door. He didn’t know where he was going, but he had to get the hell out of there. As he attempted to leave, he almost bulldozed right over Noah, who was apparently coming back.
“Luke, what are you doing, where are you going?” Noah reached for him.
Luke put up his hands as a shield, as a defense. He needed Noah not to touch him. “Don’t. I’m leaving.”
Noah reached for him again and Luke practically jumped out of his skin to get away. “I said, don’t.” Luke pushed past him, hurrying away as fast as possible, needing to get as far away as he could before the tears overtook him.
“Luke, wait!” Noah called, but Luke did the only thing he could do, and kept running.
Endnote: I had no intention of actually letting them have sex when I originally began writing this fic. I don't know what happened, but I just ended up having to change it to what it is now. I also was a big Luke-top / Noah-bottom person since the beginning of Nuke, and I'm not sure what happened in me writing this that made me feel like Luke needed to be on bottom. In any case, I just thought I would address that, and I hope you all aren't too mad that they had unprotected sex.