miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-09-13 00:45:00 |
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Original poster: threesome2008
He was in a bad mood, like, in a BAD mood. Why was it so hard for these people to understand what he wanted? They didn't have to think, just play as it was written. How hard could that be? And yet, he sat here, in this far too hot studio, looking at people who had no clue whatsoever what they were doing. Or, not doing what he wanted them to do. "Cut, take a break people. Be back in 15 minutes, then we try again". He tried to sound not too pissed. Noah walked back into the studio and tried to put himself in a better mood. He knew that his mood would really come into play with the actors, if he stayed like he was. When he got to where he was working, someone was sitting with his back to Noah at one of the desks. This person was not in here before he left for the men’s room. He had on jeans with holes in the knees and a stripped shirt that looked like he had slept in it. He also noticed that his blond hair was all over his head like it needed a comb. “ Can I help you?” he said in a rather agitated voice. There was no response from the man sitting at the desk. “Excuse me, I am talking to you.” When the guy turned around to see who was talking to him, Noah about lost his breathe. He had never seen such a handsome face on a man before and it really threw him. He took in the blond hair with those stunning brown eyes that was shooting daggers at him. After he gained his composure he asked again. “Who are you and what are you doing in my studio?” The younger man just sat there a second and then said. “Who wants to know?” This really angered Noah. “ I am the director of this show and you are in my studio, without my permission I might add.” “Well ok, don't get your jockey's in a wad, my name is Luke Snyder and I am your new series writer.” “And now that we have met, can I please get back to what I was doing?” Noah was so angry now that he couldn’t control himself anymore. “ You can get out of my studio and do not come back until you can show some respect to me.” When Luke didn’t move to leave, he grabbed him by the arm to help him out, but when he touched Luke something went all thru him and he didn’t want to show this guy what affect he was having on him. “Get out!!!” he yelled. Luke pulled his arm away and slowly got up. He was so close to Noah that they were almost breathing the same air. Noah had this tremendous urge to grab him and kiss him and he couldn’t figure out why. “This day can not get any worse,” he thought. “What is this all about” he wondered. Luke looked at him again and said, “I will leave but beware, I will be back in the morning.” Luke sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. He heard about the reputation the director had. This was going to be the biggest challenge of his life. In his mind, a war was going on. He wanted to do this, to show the world how a gay relationship could be. That they were no perverts, no outcasts, but normal people with a job, and a life. And kids. And sex. And that the sex was as normal as straight sex was. Luke pondered what he should do for a few more minutes and then decided that he would take this gig and see what happened. He sure didn’t care about the money but he did want the chance to show a gay story the way it really is. “Alright, you have a deal but I want it put it in the contract that I want full creative control. I don’t want anyone changing my story to suit them or the Homophobes. I also want to work with a different director for this show.” “We can honor the first request but not the director part. Noah Mayer is the best in the business and he understands the show because he is gay, out and proud. To have a director and a writer who understands what it is like to be gay is too powerful to pass up.” Luke thought about it for a minute, would he be able to work with this arrogant director, who by the way tried to man handle him, like that will ever happen. “Ok I will sign the contract.” Noah arrived at the studio the next morning and was so antsy and nervous because he knew that the gorgeous guy that was here yesterday would be back. “What is your problem Mayer” “This isn’t the first good looking man you have met, so settle down. You sure can’t let him see that he affects you in any way.” Noah was so deep in these thoughts that he didn’t realize that Luke had come into the room. “Good morning Sir Mayer!!!” Luke said very sarcastically. “ I told you to beware that I would be back.” Luke went to sit down at the desk he occupied yesterday. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are but I am the director here and I command respect from the workers on this show.” Noah was so angry all ready. How was he going to deal with this person on a regular basis? “ Well, here is what you maybe don’t know yet, but I am your new head writer on this show and I command the respect I deserve.” Luke then got up and went over to Noah and stood right in his space with their noses almost touching. This move startled Noah and he was almost out of breath. The closeness of this man made his mouth water. He wanted to kiss those beautiful lips and yet he didn’t even like this person. All kinds of emotions were going thru his head. Luke kept his eyes on Noah’s mouth as if to say, take me, Kiss me. Noah grabbed him and pulled him the rest of the way into him. Just as their lips briefly touched, Luke jerked away and walked back over to the desk. Noah was so stunned that he couldn’t think straight. He had to leave the room and get himself together. “What the Hell is going on. Who does this man think he is?” “God, no one has ever had this affect on me.” Noah stood there for a minute, and looked at the back of Luke's head. This was insane; he acted like he had never seen a hunk before. He left the room without saying a word, needed some fresh air. Luke saw him leave, and laughed. “This is going to be very interesting”, he thought. “He's so cute, but his ego is much too big. Hope I scared the shit out of him”. ******************* “My idea is that the audience is only committed to us when we make a story that makes sense. So, do we have a deal?” “It sounds fantastic! It's a deal, as far as I'm concerned.” Paul answered, looking at his co-star. “I agree!” Mike added. “But Mr. Mayer will fight you for this. He thinks he's God, or something.' 'I will deal with him. He doesn't scare me one bit.” Luke said.
Title: A Lusty Tale of Naughty Nuke
Author: Threesome2008
Rating: NC 17
Characters: Luke/Noah
Genre: romance, angst
Warnings: Strong language and sexual situations
Disclaimer: The authors do not own the characters of "As the World Turns" &
are not associated with CBS or PGP or the actors. The authors have written
this story on their own.
Authors note: Noah is an arrogant director with a major studio
Luke is the head writer for the series with "I don't care attitude"
Chapter 1
He walked to the men’s room, finding one of the other directors washing his hands. "God, I'm exhausted! What is it with these actors, who did their screen tests? They are so untalented. I have to tell them everything, and ...". He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know what you mean. This isn't your day, right?" the other man said. "Probably", Noah answered, looking in the mirror. He was tense, frustrated, tired, sick of his job, sick of the people around him.
The actors were outside, smoking a quick cigarette, drinking coffee, gossiping about their colleagues. Talking about their director, the dictator. "I don't know what's wrong with him today, his mood is worse than usual"
He was stunned when he found out one of his friends had sent some stories he wrote to the writing contest of CBS. And he was blown away when he found out he won. They invited him in a huge office, with art on the walls and flowers everywhere, made to impress anyone who entered. He listened to the man who said they wanted him to write a new storyline for "Love and Lies", a soap on primetime. The head writer of the show had difficulty writing a gay story, and if he could help them with this? Please? They knew he wrote many gay fictions, and they offered him a ridiculous amount of money.
That was when he wanted to leave the room immediately. He wasn't for sale. What did this all dressed up man think he was? Writing was his hobby, his passion. He felt cornered when they offered him a contract. He always worked as a freelancer, didn't want any strings, or deadlines. Or people looking over his shoulder and changing what he wrote. He wanted to write. And he wanted to see what the actors did with it. How they said the lines he wrote, how they looked when they said it.
He just sat there, in that expensive office, and looked at the man who talked to him. "Why did you choose me?", he asked, interrupting the man. "Ehm, well, your work was very refreshing, you have a very unconventional way of writing. And you know the scene you write about. That's important to us. We don't want a nice story told by someone who has no clue what he is talking about".
But did he want to become a part of their world? The world where you can buy anything and anyone? He felt like he was selling his soul to the devil. When he was younger, he swore he NEVER was going to work for the big guys. And now, he had to think about a contract, and moving to New York for Gods sake.
Luke sat on top of the desk, feet on the chair before him. He looked at the two men who walked in the room. “Hi, I'm Luke”, he said, while shaking their hands. “I'm Paul”, the blond boy answered. 'Then you must be Mike', Luke said, looking at the guy with dark long hair. “Hm, not bad”, he thought.
”Yeah, well, I asked you to come here and talk to me about the project we are going to start next week. I am the writer of the gay storyline they are all so excited about. But to me, writing a big story for commercial reasons is new. So I want your input in this. I read you are both experienced actors in soaps. And I want to make a deal: I write the script, send it to you both, and when you have objections about the storyline, you text me that. I want this to be good, and you both know the soap world. What do you think?”
Mike and Paul looked at each other, a big laugh on their faces. “That's uh, very unusual Mr. Snyder”, Mike said. “For Gods sake call me Luke, I'm not that old,” Luke responded. “And I don't care if it's unusual, it's the only way it's going to work for me.
I also want to see you both act. I want to be sure that you play the scenes like I meant them to be, especially when things get juicy, if you know what I mean”.
Paul laughed. “I hope you realize that you start a war with Mr. Mayer if you want to have a say in this. But I like the idea's you have. I never had a chance to say what I think about a script before”. “Well, how can you make a realistic story when you don't believe what you say in the first place?”, Luke asked. “Ha, if you want to survive as an actor, you learn very quickly to keep your mouth shut, and do what the director wants you to do. If not, you can serve tables in no time”, Mike said. “That's why so many soaps are so bad”, Luke said. “My idea is that the audience is only committed to us when we make a story that makes sense. So, do we have a deal?”
***
”Ready... Set... Action.” Noah whispered to Luke's ear. He then gently licked it. The director then licked his way to the young writer's neck and kissed it. “A bedroom. Noah kisses Luke's neck, Luke moaaaaaaaaans.... Noah, you're so hot... You drive me crazy...” Luke said, his voice filled with bliss. Noah went even lower, kissed the soft hairy chest, sucked the hard tender nipples. Luke's hands caressed the taller man's dark hair. “Noah wants to taste Luke's cock.” Luke announced. “Oh yes, I want to taste you...” Noah replied. “But you can't, Noah. That's not in the script.” Luke's hands were now pulling his hair, bringing his head away from his erected penis. “Don't you understand? This is all a game, and I am stronger than you.” Luke's voice no longer expressed desire. “You think that!? I am the best there ever was. You'll bow down before me, just like everybody!” Noah grabbed Luke's cock and violently jerked it. The writer moaned, then screamed, and a thick flow of sperm splashed all over Noah... who woke up in his bed. The sheets were clinging on his muscular and sweaty body. Noah looked down at his penis: it was rock-hard and dripping with cum. “Damn you, Luke Snyder...’ Noah whispered in the night.