miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-06-22 23:33:00 |
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Fic: If Not Now
Original poster: belyste
Title: If Not Now
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: What might have happened if things went differently in the Valentine's Day AU - if the hug at the end wasn't really the end.
Notes: Thanks to nouveau_monday, who gave me the prompt and read it as I wrote. This wouldn't have happened without her awesome porn enabler pom poms.
When they step off the ferry, the sun's starting to go down behind the buildings and the streets are shadowed. They're right back at the pier, and it doesn't seem like there's anywhere else to go. Noah says something about coming back, because he can't imagine it any other way, but when Luke smiles at him there's a twist of bitterness there, like he's just going along with whatever Noah says. Like he doesn't quite believe it.
And then he pulls Noah into a hug, and the feeling of wrongness only gets stronger. This entire day was so unexpected - he got off the ship expecting a crowded city and a day alone, and instead it's like he wandered into some kind of fairytale - and he doesn't know if there's a happy ending, but he does know this isn't the way it's supposed to go.
So when Luke pulls back to leave, Noah doesn't let him go. He slides a hand behind Luke's neck, glove catching in his hair, and presses their mouths together. Luke takes a startled breath, but then he's kissing back, fingers twining in Noah's lapels to pull him closer as he lines their mouths up just right before licking along Noah's bottom lip, and God, that's good. Noah doesn't have any idea what he's doing - his plan only went as far as the first kiss - but Luke seems to have it under control, and he's more than happy to wing it, as long as Luke keeps on kissing him like he can't get enough.
Well, until Luke makes this little breathy noise, half-moan and half-sigh, because the shiver it sends down Noah's spine reminds him of two things: one, that they're still standing out in the chilly evening, and two, they're still standing out in the chilly evening when they could be somewhere warm where Noah could explore all the noises Luke might make.
Not that disappointed groan that slips out when Noah pulls back, though - Noah doesn't want to hear that one ever again. He takes one look at Luke, cheeks flushed with cold and eyes dark, and says breathlessly, "I, uh. I still have two hours."
The corners of Luke's mouth turn up. "Want to do some more sightseeing? Like, in my apartment?"
Noah figures the answer's probably written all over his face, and it's definitely not a secret after he can't keep himself from kissing Luke again, short and fast. But he takes Luke's hand all the same and says, "Lead the way."
*
Luke's on him before they've even got the door closed, pressing him back against the wall and kissing him breathless. Which isn't really hard, given how fast they ran the ten blocks to Luke's apartment, but still. There's something about having Luke pressed up against him, hands warm on his chest even through his coat, that sends his stomach swooping, like a rollercoaster going over the drop.
And that's kind of what it's like, as Noah's hands find Luke's hips and he does his best to hold on. Because this isn't exactly his first time (that was back in high school, feels like a million years ago) but this is a hell of a lot different. For one thing, he's not worried about getting caught fooling around in his girlfriend's bedroom after school, and he doesn't have to worry about bodily harm from anyone's dad. For another, this is Luke. Who's a guy, yeah, so it's a first there, but also the first person to turn him on so fast that he's dizzy. Because this, everything, with Luke, it's just - so incredibly good. Better than he could imagine. Everywhere Luke touches him lights up, like his skin is finally figuring out what it's made for, and Luke licking into his mouth has him so hot that he's wondering if there's something wrong with the thermostat in Luke's apartment.
Luke seems to be feeling the same, though - when he pulls back for a breath, all he can say is, "God. Noah, you - God," - and that's kind of reassuring. It gives him the courage to yank off his gloves and grab Luke's, anyway, and from there it's not a leap to getting them out of their coats and shoes.
Luke's got a henley on underneath, ridiculously sexy for something so simple, and Noah gets so distracted by that, by the hints of muscles and skin underneath that he's thought about but never seen, that he doesn't even notice that Luke's got his shirt over his head until the cool air is rushing over him. His hands freeze where they're tangled up in Luke's scarf, but Luke just laughs and tucks cold fingers behind Noah's belt, dragging him backwards toward the first available horizontal surface.
Thankfully, since it's a small apartment, that's the bed. Luke pushes him down on the messy, unmade sheets, pushing the comforter off the side, but then he hangs back for a second. Noah has a brief second of panic, wondering if he did something wrong, and pushes up on his elbows, but then Luke smiles and says, "God, you look so good in my bed," and okay, yeah. It's totally nonsensical, but that's when it really hits Noah, that he's on Luke's bed and they're actually going to have sex. Like, naked and touching and getting off sex. Him and Luke.
He's reaching out before he knows it, no words to express the way he needs Luke a hell of a lot closer than the foot of the bed, and Luke seems to understand. He strips quickly out of his shirt and jeans, climbing on the bed in just his boxers, and then he's on all fours over Noah, kissing him again. It's different from anything Noah's done before - kissing someone with five o'clock shadow is a new experience, as are broad hands sliding down his sides, and the moan that vibrates from Luke's chest against his when he slides his hands up strong thighs is a lot deeper than he's used to - but that just makes it all the more exciting, every new detail sparking sensations stronger than ever before.
And then Luke lets his hips come down, grinding against Noah, and that's definitely new, another guy's dick up against his own, and the rush of heat it sends up Noah's spine is incredible. He wants to touch, to explore, to slide the hands wandering over Luke's bare back under the elastic of his shorts and discover what he likes, but Luke puts those plans on hold when he sits back and fingers Noah's belt buckle. "Can I...?"
His fingers dip under Noah's waistband, making his stomach muscles tense and jump, and there's no deliberation necessary. "Yes. Yeah."
Luke licks his lips as he undoes Noah's belt and jeans, and God, just that hint of events to come has Noah's hips jerking up. Luke smirks, shoving jeans and boxers out of the way, and even though he teases at first, sucking kisses on the insides of Noah's thighs and letting his cheek brush against Noah's aching cock, he doesn't disappoint, licking from base to tip before swallowing Noah down.
Noah has some trouble thinking after that - because it's not like he has a lot of experience to compare this to, he's not some kind of blowjob connoisseur or something, but holy God, Luke is good - but he does manage to find the brainpower necessary to sit up a little, because there's no way he's going to miss seeing this, watching Luke lick and suck. And then Luke looks up at him, eyes dark with want and just skirting the edge of desperate, and Noah can't help reaching down, letting his fingers curl behind Luke's head as his thumb strokes Luke's cheek, feeling himself there. Luke makes a choked little noise, and Noah slides his thumb down, flirting along Luke's mouth where it's stretched around him, and God, it's insane, how amazing it feels and how hot it looks at the same time.
Luke seems to agree, faltering a little, but then he redoubles his efforts, speeding up, and it's not like Noah wasn't close before, what with the intense visual, so it's not long before he's clenching his fingers tight in a feeble warning and coming in a sudden rush.
Noah's pretty sure his brain gets a little fried then, because a few minutes pass in a blissful haze, and it's a good while before his neurons start firing again and he remembers where he is and what just happened. Luke's lying next to him, idly tracing fingers along his ribs, and when he sees Noah looking over, he grins. "Hey." His voice is low and gravelly, and his lips are just a little swollen, and Noah doesn't bother with a greeting, leaning over for a kiss instead.
It's a little weird to taste himself in Luke's mouth, but it's also a very vivid reminder of what just happened, and that could never be bad. And then Noah's hands, skating down Luke's back and sides, make an interesting discovery, which is that Luke lost his boxers at some point. Which means he's completely and totally naked next to Noah, which means this is an excellent time for that little exploration he missed out on earlier.
Luke sucks in a startled breath when Noah's curious fingers find his cock, curling around it for a tentative stroke, and his head drops back against the pillow as Noah continues his mission, getting used to the feel of Luke in his hand, and he takes that as an invitation to acquaint himself with the length of Luke's neck. He drops kisses from collarbone to chin, teasing a little with his tongue over Luke's pulse and nipping at his jaw, and when Luke's hand settles on his bicep, he quickly figures out that the tighter the squeeze, the more Luke likes what he's doing with his hand or mouth.
He quickly discovers that Luke's a big fan of having his earlobe sucked, and a bit of teeth earns him a clench around his arm as well as a groan, and if he combines that with a twist of his wrist, Luke practically arches off the bed.
He wants to spend hours figuring out these things, learning what makes Luke make this sound or jerk his hips that way or gasp and swear, but now isn't the time, so when Luke's hand tightens hard on Noah's arm and his moans are near-continuous, Noah speeds up his hand and brings him off. He's going to have more time to do this, to spread Luke out under him and explore every inch of him, but first he has to find a way back to Luke.
*
They lie there for a bit, catching their breath and processing what just happened. Noah wants nothing more than to stay right there, pressed up against Luke until they fall asleep so he can find out what it's like to wake up with Luke, but he knows he can't. This is the closest and most connected he's felt to another person in a long time - his entire life, maybe - but he doesn't have the freedom to stay. He's going to get it, though, no matter what it takes, and when he does he'll be back here as fast as humanly possible.
Well, if that's what Luke wants, anyway. Noah's not sure how to ask, and he doesn't exactly have time to work up the courage - his cell phone beeps, the alarm he set a million years ago to remind himself, and he and Luke climb out of bed to clean up and get dressed. Noah's a little surprised when Luke puts on his coat and gloves too, but he's glad to stretch out their goodbye just a little longer.
The walk is quiet, the city muted in the darkness, but just when Noah's starting to panic a little, wondering what the hell he's supposed to do if Luke wants this to end with a friendly handshake or something, Luke slows down. They're half a block away from the ship, out of eyesight, and Luke tugs Noah off to the side of the sidewalk, using the lapels of his coat to pull him close. He doesn't say anything for a minute, just running his fingers along the wool and biting his lip, but finally he looks up and meets Noah's eyes. "Um, so," he says. "Here's the thing. I don't do one-night stands." He tugs a little on Noah's coat. "So you'd better be coming back."
It's kind of amazing how quickly those few words set everything in Noah's world right. The sick feeling vanishes from his stomach, something warm filling his chest, and he knows there's a sappy grin spreading across his face that he should probably tone down, but he doesn't care. He lets his hands come up to rest on Luke's waist. There are a million things he wants to say, but they don't have the time, so he settles for the simplest. "As soon as I can."
Luke matches his grin. "And for more than twenty-four hours?"
"For as long as you'll have me."
Luke's mouth quirks, like he can't believe he's going to say it. "Promise?"
But Noah doesn't even need to think about it. "Yeah. I do." Because no matter what happens next, there's no way he's going to forget this. There's no way he's going back to his old life, not after this incredible, unbelievable day, and he wouldn't want to even if he could. Luke has turned everything upside down and inside out, but Noah's seeing more clearly now than he ever has before, and there's only one future in sight. He's not sure what it will be, exactly, how it'll unfold or what it'll hold, but he knows one thing for sure: it's with Luke.
It's hard to kiss Luke and keep it short, but Noah tells himself there'll be plenty of time for hours of making out later. There's going to be a lot more Luke in his life. It's the only thing that makes a goodbye kiss tolerable.
But he's not going to say that, because it's not true. So when he pulls away, he says, "See you soon."
Luke's smile says he understands. He pats Noah's chest one last time before letting his hands drop. "Be safe." The come back to me is left unsaid, but Noah hears it anyway.
"I will," he says.
It's not going to be easy, and it's maybe the craziest thing he's ever considered in his whole life, changing his entire life after one day with someone, and he has no idea how he's going to explain the whole thing to his dad, but it's going to be worth it. Luke stays on the street corner as Noah walks toward the ship, and just that - knowing that there's someone waiting, watching - yeah. It's already worth it.
ETA: Sequel here!