miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-09-30 23:19:00 |
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Original poster: qafaddiction
Title: A Feast for the Senses
Author: Heather (qafaddiction)
Pairing: Luke/Noah (As The World Turns)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Luke wants to get Noah out of his pants, while wishing his father had kept his on.
Warnings: Language
Spoilers: A very minor one for the episode of July 31, 2008.
Notes: This is a remix of ithilien22's Seven Minutes in Heaven, which was based on forbiddenromanc’s prompt, “Luke/Noah, break room at Java,” written for the remix challenge at thehayloft.
After arguing with his father, and feeling like the bottom of his world has dropped out, Luke ends up at Java. He didn't consciously make the decision to walk to Old Town where his boyfriend happens to be working, but Noah is his magnetic north, drawing Luke to him wherever he is.
Something inside him wants to believe that there is a future for his family; that this stranger who slept with Carly is still the same man who raised him and accepted him for who he was when he came out, the man Luke has looked up to his whole life. But seeing the divorce papers on the kitchen table made things seem so... final. He hates the thought of Holden turning away from Lily, unwilling or unable to work on their relationship together, leaving Luke and his siblings in the lurch. He's tried so hard to help out, to be there for his mom and his sisters, when he could have been spending more time with Noah. He remembers the sadness in Faith's eyes the day she learned of her daddy's affair. Her words still ring in his ears. "It's so gross..."
Luke wonders about his own romantic future. If his parents can't make their marriage work, what chance is there for anyone else?
Noah's in the middle of a busy shift, but he lights up like a Christmas tree when he sees Luke walk in, One thing he will never take for granted is how Luke is always around, even during those rough times when Noah thinks it would be better if he stayed away. It's taken them a while to find the balance, but they are there for each other in the ways that really count. Today is one of those days.
Noah doesn't immediately notice the myriad of emotions playing on Luke's face. He tells Jeff that he's taking his break, and saunters over to give his boyfriend a 'hello' kiss on the cheek. That's when Noah realizes that Luke isn't himself.
"Is everything okay?"
Luke bites his lip, worried that if he opens up to Noah, he'll end up having a breakdown right there in the middle of the coffee shop. "Is there somewhere private we can go?"
Noah senses the urgency in Luke's request, and rather than interrogate his boyfriend any further, he takes him by the hand and leads him to a room at the back of the store, through a door marked "Employees Only."
The room is small, used mostly for storage and some inventory. There are shelves stacked with small- and medium-sized boxes, and a few larger items on the floor.
"Luke, talk to me." Noah's still holding Luke's hand, and he gives it a little squeeze of reassurance.
"I don't want to talk. I just... need you." The sudden desire Luke feels for his boyfriend is overwhelming. It comes on fast and furious, like the rushing waters of a brook, picking him up and carrying him along for the ride. The current makes eddies out of his fears and frustrations, slipping him out of his anxiety, untying his soul. His only focus now is Noah.
"Luke..." Noah tries again,, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever's bothering Luke, so he can try to fix it; or, maybe, they can fix it together.
"Please, Noah." Luke's voice is starting to crack with emotion. "No more talking."
It's the 'please' that gets him. Noah ignores the fact that they're in a public place (his place of employment, no less!) and that he's expected back behind the counter in a few minutes. Luke needs him, and he can't refuse the person he loves more than anything. It doesn't hurt that Luke looks completely fuckable in his snug-fitting, low-slung jeans.
In a moment of decisiveness, Noah closes the door and pushes Luke back against it, then plants a huge kiss on him that makes Luke's knees turn to jello. He's in this warm, dimly-lit, enclosed space alone with Noah, and he feels safe.
And incredibly turned on.
Luke tastes Noah on his lips and sees those loving blue eyes returning his gaze, while the smell of cinnamon, chocolate and other coffehouse treats envelops them. The sounds of their breathing, the beating of their hearts, and the muffled noises beyond the door set a rhythm that continues to soothe him. The feel of Noah's arms around him, hard as steel but gentle in their embrace, is like a little slice of heaven. It's a veritable feast for the senses.
Luke just wants to block out everything else right now. He doesn't want to think about his dad, or adultery, or why he cares so much.
A brush of knuckles tickles his ribcage, and suddenly Luke is shirtless. Noah reaches for something behind him -- a container of vanilla dusting powder that's used for the special coffees. He coats his palm, then starts to massage Luke's chest. Luke's eyes go wide; it feels unbelievable, so soft and satiny. When Noah runs his fingertips over Luke's nipples with the powder all over them, goes from zero to hard in about two seconds flat. He bites his lip, lets out a groan, and Noah leans forward and kisses him again. Luke feels like Noah is putting him in a trance from sensation alone.
Noah presses Luke against the door, kissing him harder still, and breathing on him, whispering words of love peppered with dirty ideas of what they could do with every single item in the room. Luke almost comes right then and there.
On the floor is a stack of large canvas bags filled with coffee beans that had been used for a display out front. Luke slips out of Noah's arms, and drops down onto the pile like it's a beanbag chair. Noah's got him excited, but he needs focus to keep his mind from wandering to dangerous places. The heat from his gaze as he looks up at his boyfriend grabs Noah's attention immediately.
It's Noah's turn to lean back against the door. He feels his dick twitch as he thinks of all the delicious things Luke's gorgeous mouth has done (and will continue to do) to his body. This time is no different. His boyfriend goes to work, unzipping him, pulling at clothing, releasing him, and swallowing him whole. The concentration on Luke's face tells Noah that he is currently the center of Luke's universe. He's not complaining, either.
Luke doesn't get Noah off, not yet; he just sucks Noah's dick until Noah can barely breathe, he's so hard, and then Luke stands up and starts nipping at his boyfriend's earlobes. His knees are covered with dusting powder, and if Noah were actually able to form a coherent thought, he might make a joke about it. Instead, he runs his long fingers through Luke's hair, tracing lines of love onto his scalp.
A sudden THUMP! against the door startles them both, thinking someone is about to come in; but then... it's quiet. They both let out a breath. Luke feels a pang of guilt; he's using Noah to help him forget his troubles, and he knows that's probably selfish. "Maybe you should get back out there; Jeff's probably wondering where you are."
Noah shakes his head, and kisses Luke's neck. "We're not stopping now. This is about you and me; the rest of the world can go on without us for a little while." He snaps the lock shut to ensure their privacy. He then dispenses of his t-shirt, putting them on an even plane.
Noah has no idea how perfect those words sound to Luke, whose heart is heavy, but full of love. Luke drops back down to the floor, bringing Noah with him this time.
Luke reaches into his pocket and produces a small tube of lube. He's glad it was there, because he hadn't planned any of this. He hadn't planned on his father's affair, either, or for his mother filing for divorce. But he's learning that life is full of surprises: some great, some horrific.
Noah swallows thickly as Luke unfastens the button and zipper on his own jeans and slides them off his hips, along with his underwear. He is now completely naked and partially covered in vanilla dust, which has taken on a sheen, making him look like some ethereal faerie. Noah wants to eat him up, right on the spot.
Luke takes Noah's hand, and squeezes some of the lube onto waiting fingers. He leans back and sucks in a breath at the familiar but delicious sensations as Noah prepares him. They're hard bodies, in soft shapes, thirsting for each other. "God, Noah,” he gasps, his voice full of desire. "Now. Noah. NOW!"
Noah seems to get the message, and slips his fingers out. He then lifts Luke's legs and places them on either side of his neck. He extends his own legs behind him for leverage, and then lifts Luke's ass up by tilting forward, and catching his lover's knees on his shoulders. Luke is in love with the way Noah's arms look in that position; all the muscles stand out, flexed and fierce. He feels the coffee beans moulding to the shape of his spine, supporting him right down to his tailbone, as Noah guides his dick into place.
They both groan and sigh and rock together, feeling the beans shift beneath them, as Noah pushes his cock all the way in. He can't keep his eyes from closing, it feels so good. Luke licks his lips, tasting the remnants of the vanilla dust, and decides it's a good thing he's limber because he needs to kiss Noah so bad he almost can't stand it. He pulls Noah down by the back of the neck. The tops of his thighs press into his ribs under Noah's weight and he feels a deep pulling sensation in his hamstrings. He doesn't care about the pain. Noah's kissing him and fucking him at the same time and he couldn't be happier.
They've had sex before, but never in a public place like this, so close to other people, and never with this much urgency.
Luke moans and whispers to Noah about how much he loves having that beautiful cock inside him, how hot he is, how good it feels. All the time he's stroking his own cock with the slick fingers of his right hand. His body is humming and shuddering with pleasure and every long, deep plunge makes him growl with lust, his voice scratchy and haorse. "More, Noah, please!"
Luke stretches to meet the moment hovering in front of him, just on the other side of now. It's there, full of Noah's love, waiting to lessen the blow of having his entire life turned upside down. With Noah's help, and a breeze of "I love you" across his lips, he dismembers the fear that is tucked in his proverbial back pocket like change for the bus. He's aware, he's calm, he's contemplating.
He's afraid to hope, but Noah has enough of that for both of them right now.
The intensity builds, threatening to overtake them both. Noah has Luke gasping for air and holding onto whatever he can reach, just to keep his balance. In his flailings, Luke strikes a broom handle. It topples sideways and knocks a box of coffee filters off the shelf, and they flutter down around him like paper doves. Instead of worrying about the mess they're making, or how Noah is going to explain all of this to his manager, Luke feels a sudden peace come over him.
They come within seconds of each other, both trying to be quiet, stifling their cries of pleasure. Luke clings to Noah, still penetrated, pressing his sweaty face into the side of Noah's neck as he gasps for air. Noah runs his hand down Luke's back. "You're smushing me."
Luke smiles and reluctantly lets go. "There's no such word as 'smush'. You've been spending too much time with my sisters."
"I like spending time with them. I missed having brothers and sisters growing up."
Luke nods, knowing that no matter how much he wishes he could protect them from what's going on with his parents right now, he would never wish to be an only sibling. "They love having you around."
They're silent for a few seconds, then Luke pulls himself up so he can kiss Noah properly. "Thank you," he says quietly, hoping Noah's understands that his gratitude is for so much more than mind-blowing sex on the floor of Java's break room.
"Anytime," Noah grins, reading his boyfriend correctly.
They spend the next few minutes gathering up their discarded clothing, and trying to tidy the mess. Once they’re both dressed, Luke starts to open the door, but his hand simply rests on the doorknob, unmoving. He can’t bring himself to go back out there, into the big, bad world, leaving the oasis of peace they’ve created for themselves. But he knows they must. Noah has to get back to work, and he's supposed to babysit the girls.
Noah’s hand closes over his. “It's okay,” he says, leaning against his lover, placing a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.
For now, for Luke.... it's enough.