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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], ยป by: threesome2008 |
A Lusty Tale of Naughty Nuke
Original poster: threesome2008
Title: A Lusty Tale of Naughty Nuke
Author: 3some
series: Chapter 5
Rating: PG 13
Characters: Luke and Noah
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to us. ATWT owns them
Chapter 5
“Mr. Noah Mayer?” a manly voice asked.
“Himself…”
“Are you the son of Mr. Winston Mayer?”
Noah’s heart skipped a beat. “What is this about?”
“I’m Dr. Davis, from Forest Park Hospital, in St. Louis.”
Silence. Had something happened to his father?
“Your… father has been admitted here an hour ago. He had a heart attack.”
Suddenly, it all became dark around Noah. His father. He had tried so hard, for the last few years, to pretend that this man didn’t exist, that his horrible childhood with him hadn’t happened. All the self-hatred, the loneliness…
“Mr. Mayer?”
“Is it… is it serious?”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot give you details over the phone. Can you come to St. Louis as soon as possible?”
“Of course, I’ll take the next flight.”
Noah hung up. He looked at the clock on the table: 3 A.M.
There were so many things to take care of, so he decided to get up. His head was heavy. It was the beginning of a living nightmare; he knew that for sure.
Noah caught the next airplane to St. Louis. He wondered what the status of his Dad’s condition, but would find out soon enough.
On the plane, Noah was barely paying attention to the other travelers. He was lost in thoughts, reminiscing of his youth.
He had barely known his mother; she had died of lupus when he was four. It had always been Noah and Colonel Dad. They had traveled all over the country a lot, from one army base to another, and had finally settled down in St. Louis when Noah was 16. Life with Winston had been a nightmare. Before they arrived to St. Louis, at least, Winston was too busy with work to really pay attention to his son. But once they were done traveling, when Winston retired, he really began playing with his son’s mind. Noah had done anything he could to try to please his cold-hearted father: he even had a steady girl friend, a fresh-faced brunette named Madeline. Never in a million years had he even thought of coming out to his father. But Winston kept bringing Noah down all the time. At 21, Noah finally found the courage to leave Missouri and went to New York. His father remained a huge influence on his life, until one day, sick of the man’s bigotry and supposedly funny homophobic jokes, Noah came out to him, yelling and crying. They never spoke again.
These thoughts gave him a horrible headache. He hated that period of his life, so dark and lonely. But sometimes, it felt like that period wasn’t quite over yet, despite the fact that Noah and Winston were no longer in touch. The loneliness was still there, insidious, like a grey veil that covered everything.
The old man was dying, and their horrible relationship could reach a pathetic ending. He had to talk to him; it could be his last chance of doing so. But what on earth would he say to this man who hated everything he was?
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Luke walked in the rain, but didn't notice it. He was deep in thoughts. He could taste Noah's tongue on his, feel his hands in his hair. He could recall the way the muscles of his arms tensed when he caressed him. It was all too good. No guy had ever left a memory like this. His body ached for the loss of the man that made his heart flutter. He had to go, but he didn't want to.
Luke didn’t even realize where his feet were taking him until he had gotten to the door. He ended up at his friend Peter’s house. Peter was a good friend from college and a very good sex partner. Luke always enjoyed their sexual encounters but it was never anymore than that with the two of them. They were good friends though. It had been a long time since he had seen him but didn’t know where else to go. Luke knocked.
Peter was hardly awake when he walked to the door. "I'm coming, be quiet", he yelled. When he opened the door he saw Luke, soaking wet, shivering. "God Luke, come in baby", he said. Luke stumbled inside. His blue lips were trembling; his eyes were red. Peter didn't ask, just stripped Luke. It was difficult to remove the wet clothes; Luke was not cooperative. Peter pushed him to the bathroom and filled his bath with hot water. He helped Luke to get in the tub. Finally the shivering seemed to stop. Peter sat behind him and started to massage his shoulders and neck. Luke moaned, lost in thought. He didn't speak. Just sat there.
Helping him in his robe, he looked at Luke. "Here Luke, come sit with me on the couch. Please talk to me; you are scaring me. Have you been drinking?" Luke shook his head.
"I eh, I …. no, I hardly ever drink, you know that. I was thinking, and I couldn't go home, so I walked and thought about where I could go. I hope you don't mind I came here. Can I stay here for a while? At least for tonight?"
"Of course, Luke. You can stay in the spare bedroom. Come on, I'll help you to bed."
"Can't I sleep in your bed", Luke asked.
"Sorry Luke, I have a visitor. I don't think he's in for a threesome. And I think you have to go to sleep now. We will talk tomorrow".
Luke couldn't sleep. He knew he had to try, but he stepped out his bed, and searched for a pen and paper in Peter's living room. He returned to his bed and started writing. About the two guys, who couldn't live with each other, but also could not be without. His soap story and while he was writing, a shocking knowledge grew in his brain. He wrote about himself and Noah.
Luke slept until the afternoon. When he woke up he heard someone next to him. It was Peter, reading the story he wrote last night.
"Is this for the soap, or is it something autobiographical?” He asked. Luke sighed.
"Wow Luke, I knew something was bothering you when I saw you last night. Are you in love with someone? I can't believe it! You, the free man, not wanting to fit in or commit, you signed a contract and fell in love?”
He smiles at Luke. "Well, have you?" Luke nods. Shakes no. Nods again hesitantly. He has. But it can't be. "He is a son of a bitch Peter. He is too arrogant and snobby, totally not my type. But we kissed, and that woke up feelings I have never had before. I can't get him out of my head. I can still taste him on my tongue, how silly is that?”
"Yeah, I think that's a nice definition of love Luke", Peter said. “I have been thinking about you. Maybe you need some alone time to think. I can bring you to my parents cabin in the hills. You can stay there until you can think straight again. What do you think?"
"But I need my Internet and phone to send the chapters to the actors and Noah.”
"It's all there Luke, don't worry. Come on, go home and pack your things, I'll pick you up and take you there.”
"Thank you Peter, I think you're right. I need to be alone.”
******************
Noah arrived at the hospital and asked at the front desk what room Winston Mayer was in. They told him that Mr. Mayer was no longer listed as a patient. Noah was really confused now. He was sure that he had gotten a call from this hospital. “ Do you have a Dr. Davis here?”
“Yes, he is our cardiologist on staff.”
“ How do I find him?”
“He is on the 4th floor. Cardiac ICU.”
Noah went to the floor looking for Dr. Davis. The nurse told him that he was in the back dictating. They called him out to the nurse’s station.
“ Hello, I am Dr. Davis.”
“My name is Noah Mayer.” “You called me about my Dad, but the information desk down stairs says there is no one by that name here.”
“Mr. Mayer, you need to sit down.” Noah did as he was told.
“Your father died about two hours after I called you. I tried to call you back to let you know, but there was no answer.” “ I assumed that you were on your way.”
“Where is he now?” Noah asked trying to be calm, but feeling anything but.
“He is down in the morgue. I didn’t want to release the body until you got here.”
“Do you know where you want us to send your Dad?”
“No, just tell me the closest funeral home and let me know the name so that I can make the arrangements.” Noah had no one to help him with any of this and he was really shook up over the fact that he didn’t really feel much about his father dying.
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Luke was settling into the cabin that Peter had taken him to. He was feeling a little better than he did when he first arrived at Peter’s. Peter made sure that he had all he needed before he left. Luke was fine since he had a computer and his cell phone. He would be able to write the scenes for the soap and send it via Internet to the studio. Noah would have all he needed.
“God, just thinking about him is driving me crazy. I want to be with him so bad and I know he wants me too. Why can’t I quit thinking about him every waking moment and even in my dreams.”
He was so deep in thought that he almost missed the phone ringing. “Hello”!
“Luke, is that you?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“It’s Paul, Luke….Have you seen a paper or listened to any news?”
“No why?” “What is it, spit it out.” Luke said a little short tempered.
“It’s Noah!”
“What …..what is wrong with Noah?” Luke was so scared and was holding his breath.
“Please God, don’t let anything be wrong with Noah.” Luke was praying so hard to himself when Paul said again.
“Luke are you there?” “Noah’s father has died of a heart attack in St. Louis and the burial is tomorrow.” “I thought you would want to know.”
Luke immediately made arrangements to fly out to St. Louis as soon as he good catch a flight. He knew he had to be there for Noah even though Noah doesn’t want him.
“OMG, I love him. Peter said I loved him and he was right. Now what? Noah doesn’t want to feel the same but down deep I think he is feeling the same as I am. Will he ever give in and admit that he is in love with me also?”
Luke arrived at the cemetery where Winston Mayer was being laid to rest. He looked for Noah in the small group of people and soldiers that was in attendance. Winston was being given a military service. Luke stood a little away and across on the other side of the gravesite. He watched Noah and wondered what he was thinking or how he was feeling. He wanted to hold him and take any pain away that he might be feeling but he knew that would be the last thing Noah would want.
Noah looked up for a minute and spotted Luke. He was trembling so much that he wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him up. “Luke is actually here standing watching me. What does this mean? Has he forgiven me for turning my back on him?” Noah’s mind was racing. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to run to Luke and be in his arms. He needed him so much. All of a sudden he saw Luke was coming around to him.