miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-09-09 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], ยป by: shizumaslover |
Bachelory Stuff
Original poster: shizumaslover
Title: Bachelory Stuff
Author: ShizumasLover
Rating: PG-13, maybe mildly R for language
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Word Count: about 1k
Warnings: None.
Summary: Luke and Aaron talk before the wedding. (This was written quickly when a plot bunny attacked me an hour ago. Hope it doesn't suck too bad.)
"We’re officially the most boring bachelors ever." Luke glanced at Aaron, slumped next to him on their mother’s couch. "You’re aware of that, right?"
"What could be more exciting than a marathon of action movies?" Aaron replied lazily, sipping soda and watching Bruce Willis break someone’s neck.
"When I promised to do bachelory stuff with you, I meant like… going to a bar —"
"You don’t drink."
"— or a strip club —"
"You don’t like tits."
Luke furrowed his brow at his brother and sighed. "Well, I would have taken you anywhere you wanted. This isn’t a very fun way to spend your last night of freedom."
"Sure it is. You’re just being pissy." Aaron turned away from the screen to see Luke’s indignant expression. He smirked. "But I understand. I’d be grumpy too if my lover ran off to the most romantic city in the world without me."
Luke opened his mouth, defensive words threatening to launch themselves from the tip of his tongue – He didn’t ‘run off.’ It was for school. And the reason I’m not there with him having hot, sweaty, Italian sex is because of your stupid wedding you fucker. – but instead he just said, "Shut up," and punched Aaron’s arm.
"Hey! No hitting the groom!" Aaron mock-chided, chuckling and rubbing at the pink knuckle imprints on his bicep. "Speaking of Noah’s trip, have you heard from him yet?"
Luke shifted his weight, still bristling a little. "Yeah, he landed a few hours ago. Claims he’s homesick already."
"Homesick? You can’t be homesick in Rome, it’s impossible. Lovesick, on the other hand…"
A grin swept across Luke’s face as he recalled what Noah had said.
I miss you so much already, Luke, you have no idea. I kept thinking on the entire plane ride over about not seeing your smile every morning, and I actually started to ache…
Luke’s smile spread a little wider at the thought of Noah being physically ill from missing him so much. "Lovesick, huh?"
Aaron nodded, took another swallow of his drink. "It’s too bad he had to go."
"Well, he didn’t exactly have to. He wanted to."
"Oh, so it was voluntary to miss my wedding? And to think I showed up at his."
"Do you wanna get punched again?" Luke demanded jokingly, narrowing his eyes and holding up a fist.
Aaron threw up his hands in simulated surrender and laughed, "Too soon to tease about the sham marriage?"
"A bit, yeah."
"Change of subject?"
"Yes, please."
"So, when are you and Noah getting hitched?"
"Hitched?" Luke snorted at the terminology. He never really associated marriage with the word. He associated it with how his breath hitched when Noah would reach under his shirt and caress his chest with strong, coffee-burned hands. Or how Noah’s shirt hitched up when he put on his coat, revealing the dark trail of hair leading down to his—
"Luke? Hello?" Aaron was waving a hand in front of his face.
"What?" Luke mumbled, snapping out of the depths of his own lovesickness.
"Your eyes glazed over for a second there."
"Sorry, I was… what were you saying? Oh, hitched, right."
"I didn’t realize it was such a loaded question."
"It’s not, it’s just that… we haven’t talked about it. Well, once. After his wedding. But since then it hasn’t come up. There’s a silent understanding that we will, though. Someday. But it’s a little weird to think about getting married when we haven’t even…" Luke paused on the brink of saying ‘had sex’ and backtracked, "when we’re not even living in our own place."
"Why aren’t you?"
Luke sighed and shifted again. "Because I said no when he asked. Three times."
Aaron laughed, turned back to vaguely watch Bruce Willis jump through a window with a fire hose tied around his waist. "Well, why the hell’d you do that?"
"Because our family’s a fucking mess, that’s why. The girls and Ethan need me. I can’t just be selfish and run off with my boyfriend."
Aaron turned back to Luke slowly, his expression grave. He reached for the remote and muted the sound. "Do you think I’m being selfish running off with Ali?"
"What? No! No, I didn’t mean anything like that. You can’t put off your wedding, your life with Alison just for us."
"Hmm. But you can put off your life with Noah? How is that fair?"
"It’s…" Luke gazed at his brother intently, suddenly struggling to recall the noble notions he had clung to and why. "It’s not."
"Damn right it’s not." Satisfied with Luke’s reaction, he leaned back and unmuted the television, speaking over the booms of a loud explosion. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"I… I don’t—"
Aaron’s cell phone went off, and he dove into his pocket for it. "It’s Ali. Gotta take this." He flashed Luke a smile before standing to go into the kitchen.
For a few minutes Luke sat in deep contemplation. His parents were a lot better lately. And it wasn’t like he was living with his siblings as it was. Would it really be so terrible if…?
Coming to a decision, he snatched his own phone from his pocket and hit the first number on his speed dial.
"Hey, it’s Noah," a deep-voiced recording said on the other end, "Leave it at the beep."
"Hey, Noah. I know you’re probably asleep, since it’s…" Luke glanced at his watch. "Jesus, it’s three in the morning there. Um. Anyway, I just wanted to call and leave a message to say ‘Greetings from the Lamest Bachelor Party Ever’… and to tell you I miss you and… and that when you get home I want us to start looking for a place together. I think we’ve waited long enough. Too long, actually. And that’s my fault, and I’m sorry. But… anyway… I guess I should stop rambling before your voicemail cuts me off, huh?" He smiled, wished he could see Noah’s face when he listened to this crazy message in the morning. "I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."
He hung up just as Aaron flopped back down beside him.
"You talk to Noah?"
"Left a message."
"And?"
"And…" Luke beamed at his brother. "I think he’ll want to throw you a much better party than this one when I tell him who convinced me to move in with him."
"Oh, good. Because this party sucks."
Luke chortled, punched Aaron’s still-pink arm. "Told you."
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