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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, ยป by: colorfulshadows |
FIC: Good (Luke/Noah)
Original poster: colorfulshadows
So, the best way to introduce yourself is with fanfic, right? I'm one of those ATWT converts who started watching totally because of Luke/Noah. As such, my canon knowledge is limited--apologies in advance. Like all of you, I'm totally hooked and in love with Luke/Noah and couldn't wait to do a missing scene for them. This takes place after the Snyder family dinner in which Noah and his whackjob father attend, airing Oct 3 & 4th (I believe). Enjoy!
TITLE: Good
By Dev Basaa
RATING: R (hard)
PAIRING: Luke/Noah
CATEGORY: romance, first time
FEEDBACK: yes, please ^_^ dev_aki_jediknight @ yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Luke and Noah, et.al. belong to CBS and P&G, not me, just borrowing, no profit made, so on.
SUMMARY: Luke and Noah finally have a moment alone--and take advantage of it. A missing scene.
Word count: 1,800
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"Yeah, yeah, I'll call you tomorrow. We'll nail down plans and times and all that." Noah stood in the doorway, holding open the old, weather-aged screen door, waving his father goodbye. Sunset beams glowed around him, framing his tall build with dimming light and warmth. "Good night, Dad."
Luke shuffled his feet, waiting, his body adding to the music rising from the Snyder pond: bleating frogs, singing crickets and his own pounding heart. He tried not to think of the light flooding over Noah as an angelic halo, casting shimmering gold across his handsome face. He tried not to think too much at all.
But when Noah turned and smiled, drawing the screen-door closed behind him, Luke knew none of it could be helped. Noah looked like something descended from heaven and, most importantly--and what had really occupied his mind-- they were alone.
Finally alone.
Noah raised his brow. "Well. Quite a night, huh?"
"Yeah, quite a night." Luke ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the kitchen bar. Quite a night didn't really capture it. "Quite...unexpected."
Noah turned the corner of the bar, running his fingers across the milky tile countertop. Luke loved how he seemed drawn to him, gravitating to his side at every turn.
"Unexpected, huh? Which part?"
"Which part?" Luke laughed, spreading his hands. "Uh, are you kidding? Your dad? The fishing trip? That's pretty unexpected."
Noah nodded as he leaned next to Luke. "Yeah, it is that." He let out a long sigh. "I can't decide if I'm baffled or grateful. A little of both, I guess." Then he darted a glace at Luke. "But, really, I thought you meant me."
Luke looked at him. "That you're unexpected?"
"Yeah, that I'm here at all. That I'm here..." Noah slid his fingers over Luke's arm. "That I'm here with you."
"Oh." Luke stared at Noah's hand. He'd spent the evening dodging Noah's touches, worried about setting a poor impression, of damaging the fragile truce Noah's father had graced them with. But they were alone now. Aaron had left; Faith had gone to bed; Holden was out with the horses. If he side-stepped Noah's caresses now, who was he doing it for?
Luke looked up; he didn't move. "Well that is unexpected, but in a really good way."
"Yeah." Noah shifted closer, his hip pressed to Luke's. "Luke?"
Luke felt breathless. Could his air be stolen by deep, brown eyes? "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For being an ass."
Luke glanced around the kitchen, trying to remember. Had he missed something tonight? His dad seemed fine with them; there hadn't been one argument. Holden didn't even hesitate to leave them alone. "I don't recall you being an ass."
"Luke! Don't let me slide, okay? I was a jerk and we both know it."
"Oh! Oh, you mean before." Luke shrugged. "You were confused."
"Was I ever." Noah moved his hand from Luke's arm to his lower back, a sensation that made Luke marvel--partly to feel it at all, but mostly because he realized he was becoming used to it. How amazing was that?
"You know..." Noah lightly massaged Luke's spine. "I thought about you a lot, even though I...really tried not to."
Luke grinned. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I thought about you a lot, too."
"I know."
Luke raised one brow. "Oh, you do?"
Noah shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You were kinda obvious."
"Oh my god." Luke rolled his eyes. "You did not just say that."
"I think I did."
The kiss came fast and hard, stunning Luke a moment before he melted into it. The kitchen counter cut into his back from the weight of Noah over him, pressing him against it. Nothing in Luke's life had ever felt this good, this right. It made everything he'd ever been through worth it to have someone like Noah--so sweet, so sexy--kissing him like this, rocking his hips against him, proving how much he wanted him.
But--
Luke drew back, his voice rough. "Noah, wait, we're in my parents' kitchen."
Noah's voice rumbled, thick and sexy. "You must have a bedroom around here, somewhere, right?"
"Er, yeah?"
Noah grinned. "Want to give me a tour?"
Luke swallowed hard. He wanted this, he really did. But he'd never...
He swallowed again. "Yeah, I do."
Luke tried not to wince with every creak of the stairs as they hurried up them. He didn't want to wake Faith--she had a bad habit of letting herself into his room when something startled her awake--and he didn't want to alert his dad, either. Though, once Holden came back in and found the kitchen empty, he'd draw his own rather appropriate conclusion.
Inside the bedroom, Luke slipped away from Noah's grabbing hands and whine of, "C'mon," just one more time. He took the ladder-back chair from the hall and wedged it up under his bedroom doorknob.
He turned back to Noah with a sheepish grin. "No locks."
Noah laughed. "You're kidding me! I've never lived anywhere that there wasn't a lock on every door."
"Hey--" Luke pointed his finger at Noah, laughing, too. "--this farmhouse was built at the turn of the last century. Boys didn't lock their doors so they could sneak their boyfriends into their bedrooms back then."
Noah grabbed Luke's finger and then his wrist, pulling him close. "That's too bad, they were missing out."
The quickness of before had dampened to a smoldering burn, slow with every move they made together. Luke cupped Noah's face, sighing against his lips as they kissed with a freedom of time they'd yet to have. Noah pushed Luke's shirt up at his back, his fingers remarkably hot against Luke's skin.
After a moment, Luke realized Noah was guiding them to his bed, easing them down, lying over him. His heart pounded like never before.
"Noah?"
Noah had Luke's earlobe in his mouth, his tongue curled into that small, soft space just behind it. Luke shivered, his eyes closed and breath shallow.
"Uh huh?"
"Have you ever..."
Noah drew back and looked at Luke full on; his beautiful eyes seemed to shimmer, caught in the moonlight that now doused the Snyder farm. He'd threaded his fingers into Luke's hair at his nape. That drew a warm shiver down Luke's spine, too.
"I've done...a few things."
"With guys?"
"Well, yeah--I mean, I've done everything with girls."
"Oh. Right." Maddie. Duh.
"Haven't you? With guys or girls?"
Luke's stomach dropped; everything inside fluttered in a way that wasn't pleasant like before. He needed to sit up--he didn't even know why. He pushed at Noah's shoulders. "You know, I really think--"
But Noah held him tight, keeping him sandwiched between his body and the bed. "Hey, wait a minute--it's okay. I just assumed...but it's okay."
Luke fell silent as Noah stroked his mussed hair. Then he tried to laugh if off. "I feel too old to be a virgin." But his voice shook instead.
Noah shrugged. "Everybody's one once. We don't have to do...a lot. I mean, there's a lot I don't know about...guys."
Luke paused before he spoke, whispering, "I'm kinda surprised you've done anything at all."
Noah dropped his head so that Luke could only see his forehead and the slant of his nose. The angle didn't change the handsomeness of his face.
"Yeah, I know. Given how I've been, it probably doesn't make sense. I guess honesty hasn't always been something I'm good at."
Luke tucked a bit of hair behind Noah's ear. "That's kinda harsh. It's not easy to realize stuff about yourself."
Noah looked up, his mouth open. He shook his head a little. "You know, you're amazing. You forgive me for everything. I--" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I hope I never discover what makes you give up on me."
Luke smiled, but he thought, "Me too." There was too much perfection in this moment. When did the other shoe drop? His life had never been this good; he'd never felt so happy before. If Noah turned away from him now, how would he ever...
No. He didn't want to think about it.
Instead, Luke tweaked Noah's nose. "Okay, then, Mr. Experience. Show me your moves."
Noah grinned and closed the distance between them again. Luke moaned at the combined pleasure of Noah's mouth and the shift of his hips. Oh, he'd dreamed about this, but it'd never been this good.
At length, Noah broke away and murmured in Luke's ear. "You should take off your shirt. I remember what an amazing body you have from when we went swimming." Though he didn't give Luke the chance to respond, devouring his mouth again as if he needed Luke's oxygen to survive. The bed creaked as they rocked together even more.
"God, Noah..." Luke's world tilted, blood racing to his groin. He was going to come in his jeans at this rate. "Can you--would you touch me?"
Noah drew back again, his breath quick and shallow, his eyes hooded and aroused. "Definitely."
They fumbled together to work open their jeans: Noah's hands over Luke's fly, Luke's over Noah's. From there it all seemed so natural. Luke followed flesh and a trail of course hair until he found Noah's sex, hard and familiar and foreign at once. He began to stroke.
Noah dropped his forehead against Luke's shoulder, groaning. Luke gasped at Noah's answering motion, moving in time with his own hand. "God."
Luke's mouth watered as they sped up. They both gasped and moaned, shifting for better positions. Luke had his eyes closed, arching his body to have every inch of Noah's hand, every moment of his touch.
"Look at me."
Luke barely registered Noah's voice. "Huh?"
"Luke, look at me."
He did and saw such intensity and passion that alone made him whimper with pleasure. The kiss that came right after sent him over the edge of orgasm, moaning into Noah's mouth. Soon his hand was wet with Noah's come.
They shivered together, holding tightly to each other. The outside world sneaked into their solitude, returning the motet of the pond: bleating frogs and singing crickets and their harsh breaths a combined song.
Noah moved so he lay along Luke's side, his arm across his chest, his chin on Luke's shoulder. Noah squeezed him closer.
Luke smiled. "This is good."
He didn't know why he said that, exactly. He'd meant to say he felt good--because he did--but it really was more than that. This was good; they were good--together. Let that shoe never drop.
Noah's breath snaked over Luke's ear. Luke felt him chuckle more than heard it. "Yeah," he said, "it is."
The End