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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], ยป by: sweetlikeD |
Fic: Psych Out
Original poster: sweetliked
Title: Psych Out
Author: sweetliked
Characters | Pairing: Luke/Noah, includes mention of Brent, a teacher's assistant.
Rating: I'm no good at calculating these things, but I'll say R (?)
Word Count: 3655
Spoilers | Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Luke is working on a psych paper that results in some odd emails, and eventually, a little role reversal.
Note: This is actually a remix of a story by September25 over on the Luke&Noah Wiki called E-Male. I've never remixed a story before, and this one set me out of my usual comfort zone, but I like how it ended up. I'm still glad that it's finished though, as this story pretty much kicked my ass all the way through writing it. Also, beware spelling & grammar errors.
Note2: Also, a gigantic thankyou to abyss62678 who put up with all my bitching, and helped me to get this finished. You now have permission to hate me :D
It had all started with Luke's Psych paper. Researching 'Complementarity'.
In physics, it can refer to a quantum theory. In mathematics, it's a concept related to optimization. In romance novels, it's closer to explaining why 'opposites attract'.
Luke focussed his paper on the aspect of interpersonal behaviors. More specifically focussed to the opposing behaviors between 2 males. Dominant vs Submissive.
It was a topic he found particularly interesting.
When he'd first mentioned it, Noah had given Luke the same blank face Luke wore when Noah mentioned a movie fact from any year before he was born. It was a small victory, and Luke made the mental note to talk Psych more often. It was about time to get Noah off his back about using IMDB.com.
Speaking of Noah, he was out filming or working or something. Luke usually knew Noah's schedule like the back of his hand (or like his hand knew other regions of his body) but at the moment he was 7 days into a flu that was steadily kicking his ass.
He drank down some more pills, using medicine instead of water. Throwing everything he could at his cold.
Revising his last paragraph, Luke finally succumbed to temptation and began thinking about his relationship with Noah in terms of 'complementarity'. Shuffling through his memories, he knew that there were moments where they had been equally as aggressive, but that's not what Luke was focussing on. The one fact that kept coming back to him was their sex life.
They'd never really discussed it, and Luke would never complain, but it seemed that somewhere along the line, Noah had slipped easily into the dominant role, Luke into submissive. Black. White. Top. Bottom.
Something sparked in Luke's mind, and he remembered something he read while researching. Emailing the teachers assistant, he posed the question of why it might be hard for 2 opposing roles to eventually switch.
Purely to help his paper.
It wasn't as if Luke was unsatisfied with their sex life. Not at all. He just couldn't help wondering what it would be like if... his thoughts were interrupted by the notification that he had mail.
A reply from the teacher's assistant. He was obviously at the school right now.
After reading the response, Luke felt his lids start to grow heavy, and he typed a quick thanks, before deciding to take a nap.
He awoke a short time later, his head thick with grogginess from the sleep and the medicine. He knew there was a reason he didn't like to sleep during the day. It was like trying to pull his head out of a fog.
Just as things were beginning to clear up, the words of the teacher's assistant, Brent, flowed back through his mind. He had failed to really read the message the first time around, but now, as he revisited it, something struck him as odd.
Not being of complete sound mind, he felt no hesitancy in what he was doing. Opening up his emails, he saw the words again; a definite indication towards Luke being the submissive. The bottom.
Luke's first, natural response was one of indignation. This guy didn't know one thing about him, how could he possibly assume that?
And then Luke's curiosity got the better of him. Was he really that obvious?
And secondly, would he - could he, ever be a top?
Luke hit reply without thinking, needing an answer. Asking Brent why he would think Luke was a bottom.
A response came quickly, just as Luke had expected, and he was altogether confused and disappointed. He was too pretty to be on top? What the hell did that mean?
He typed furiously, his mind mulling over Brent's words. He had just assumed Luke was the bottom.
Did that make him submissive? Luke hardly felt he was. He asked all the same. Did Brent not think he could handle it the other way around?
Laughter was the response. Well, cyber laughter. Followed by a... proposition? Luke couldn't be too sure. Especially since his mind wasn't working on all cylinders. Damn this cold.
Without censoring himself, he plainly asked Brent what he was saying. To which Luke was told, he was merely kidding.
Huh. Sure.
Yawning, Luke found the call of sleep too hard to resist. He could finish this later.
Leaving his paper, and the odd emails, he padded through his and Noah's apartment till he reached their bedroom. He shucked his clothes and shoes, knowing their satin sheets would keep him warm enough. As warm as he could be, without Noah's body beside him, anyway.
Before he let himself drift off, he reached to the foot of the bed where the comforter was dangerously close to falling to the floor. Luke groaned as he strained to grasp the material.
Between the silkiness of the sheets and the usual activity below them, that damn comforter would never stay put. Finally getting some purchase, he crashed back to the bed, roughly pulling it over his head.
Darkness came quickly and deeply.
Noah was home soon after, relieved to be done for the day. The house was too quiet for Luke to be awake, so Noah walked straight to the bedroom. He took in the lump curled up on one side of the bed, and couldn't help but smile. He pictured similar scenarios that may have had Luke hiding under the covers as a child. Lightening? Scary movies? Magazines that came with brown paper bags and were stashed away under mattresses?
Noah held back a laugh.
He placed his bag by the door and moved towards the inanimate shape that was his boyfriend. His lover. Noah craved to speak the word aloud, always reveling in the way it rolled off his tongue. He felt his body reacting.
Freeing Luke's face from beneath the heavy material, Noah wasn't surprised to see Luke flustered and clammy. His hair matted to his skin. Brushing it away from his eyes, Noah could feel Luke over heating and pulled the comforter back to the lower half of the bed.
His eyes trailed Luke's form slowly, the satin sheet leaving little to the imagination. Temptation proved too hard to resist and with a quick check he confirmed it. Luke was naked.
Covering him back up, Noah pressed a kiss against Luke's heated forehead. He hoped that this meant that Luke was finally getting better. Having to finish his paper at the same time as fighting his cold had been exhausting for Luke.
Noah left Luke to sleep, shedding his own clothes before heading for the cleansing warmth of the shower. Letting the spray rinse away the tension from his day. His thought drifted back to Luke, the way the sheet had draped over him. Lean muscles merely hinted at.
Bracing himself against the cold tile, Noah brought a hand to himself, feeling the water pounding against his back.
He heard his own voice reverberating off the walls, and it wasn't long before his muscles tensed and released, his head falling back.
Afterwards he dried off and made his way back to the bedroom, his journey paused for a moment when he noticed that Luke's laptop was still on, the screen glaringly bright now that the sun had gone down. Logging on, Noah once again smirked at Luke's rather obvious choice of a password, but still secretly charmed that his boyfriend chose it in the first place.
Luke's paper was open on the desktop, and Noah saved and closed the word file. Underneath, the email client was open. Noah moved the mouse over to the little red X, and his eyes skimmed over the emails. He stalled over the X as he saw the volley of emails between Luke and Brent.
Biting the inside corner of his mouth, he worried Luke might not appreciate his invasion of privacy, and Noah almost let it go. Almost.
Opening the last email, he read through the replies up until the latest contact. In the back of his mind, he was aware of Luke's possible concern over their sex life, but he was too busy wondering who the hell this Brent guy thought he was to really focus on that.
It was possible Brent was only joking, but Noah couldn't really comprehend why anyone would find that in the least bit funny. What kind of joke is that anyway?
The questions rose just as the anger in him did, and Noah decided he needed to know what this guy was up to. He hit 'reply'.
Posing as Luke left him with a small pang of guilt, but he wanted to see how far Brent would take it. Noah started off by asking if Brent was serious about seeing if 'he' (Luke) could handle the top. He realized after sending that there was no reason to think Brent was even still at the school, and what if he didn't reply until tomorrow, when Luke was online? Noah would definitely have some explaining to do.
He was at once relieved and disturbed when a reply came only seconds later. Brent sure was eager. Noah's anger grew as he read Brent's answer, in which he stated he'd love to help with Luke's research.
Noah scoffed. I bet you would. He typed just that.
When Brent replied back that he'd do anything for a student, Noah narrowed his eyes at the screen, typing before he could think too much about what he'd like to do to Brent.
He was fairly sure of the answer he'd receive when he asked Brent if that would secure 'him' (Luke) an A, but he still felt like punching Brent through the monitor when he read his "depending on how good you are" in return. He settled for punching the desk instead, flinching immediately as his knuckles throbbed.
Luckily there was no damage to either himself or the desk, he was sure he'd rather not explain that to Luke either.
Speak of the devil. Noah heard his name escape Luke's lips in a cross between a moan and a breath. Noah stilled for a moment, praying his impulse control (or lack of it) hadn't woken him. When Luke groaned and shifted on the bed, Noah knew he was safely asleep still.
Almost getting caught had jolted him enough to break his concentration on Brent, and when he turned back to the computer finally, he saw a 5 minute old message from him asking if 'Luke' was still there. Noah decided enough was enough and brushed Brent off quickly, then made sure to move the emails. Luke certainly wouldn't be impressed if he saw them.
Even after the emails were in the trash, Noah couldn't believe the nerve Brent had. He wondered how he was going to hold himself back from mentioning this to Luke, considering how angry he was, but decided he'd just deal with it tomorrow, or at least when Luke was feeling better.
Luke stirred again, and Noah's attention shifted back to his sleeping boyfriend. He watched him for a moment, barely noticing his anger slipping away, until he had crawled into their bed. Wrapping his arms around Luke's bare waist, he felt himself forgetting everything except the sound of Luke's soft breathing. Minutes later, he was asleep.
The next morning, Luke was surprised. He felt better. Actually, he felt exceptionally close to healthy. Must of been the concoction he had before he fell asleep. Reluctantly, he left the warmth of his boyfriend and his bed, and took a much needed shower. The steam helped clear up the lingering symptoms he felt, and even though he knew he was most likely still sick, he definitely felt better.
Noah was still sleeping when he had dressed, and he logged on to his computer to check his emails, and once again re-read his psych paper. He was sure he had finished, but he just couldn't stop himself from wanting to be sure. After another revision, he was sure he was done. Finally.
Printing it would have to wait, as the old printer they'd been given made far too much noise, and Luke didn't want to wake Noah just yet. He wasn't sure what time he'd gotten home last night, and felt Noah could use the extra sleep.
The trash can in his emails was highlighted, and he opened it. He was more than surprised to see a few emails from Brent and... himself? He didn't remember that conversation at all. And he was sure he'd remember flirting with someone other than his boyfriend. Considering hell would have to freeze over first.
Instantly, he knew what had happened. Or at least, who had been replying to Brent.
He looked over at Noah, who had rolled over onto Luke's side of the bed, his face buried in Luke's pillow. Luke spared him a moment to find the image amusing and cute.
He knew Noah loved him, but he clearly didn't trust him. Not completely. Why else would he play into Brent's idiotic proposition?
Luke sighed, then he grabbed the pad next to the computer. He quickly jotted down that he'd gone to the grocery store, and he'd back later.
Then he slipped out the front door.
The scent he was breathing in was Luke's, but Noah knew Luke wasn't beside him. There were no limbs thrown over his, no roaming fingers, nothing. Knowing this woke him up faster than he would normally allow, but he did linger over Luke's pillow before rolling out of bed.
It didn't take long before he saw the note, Luke's childlike handwriting making him smile. His thumb brushed over the 'Love, Luke' sprawled at the bottom, hearing Luke's voice repeat the words in his head as he did so.
Noah wondered how long Luke had been out for, and if he might be back soon. In the meantime, he would do as Luke asked in his note, and print his psych paper. Returning to the computer, he was reminded of yesterday's emails.
Ignoring the urge to storm over to the college to find and possibly maim Brent, Noah opened Luke's paper and printed it out.
When he was done, he closed the file and was about to log off when he saw that there was an unopened email message, received about half an hour ago. He opened it.
It wasn't from Brent, in fact the address wasn't one that he recognized. It said nothing of who it was from, just a question asking Luke if he was up yet.
Noah didn't know why, but he yet again posed as Luke and asked who it was he was speaking to. When he got a reply saying it was Brent, and that he'd changed emails so that there was no trace back to the school, Noah was ready to just tell this guy where to go.
Instead, he asked how he was.
The conversation became disturbing very quickly, with Brent jumping right in and telling 'Luke' that he'd been dreaming about him last night, and that he couldn't stop thinking about Luke's body.
That was it.
Noah was angry that he'd even bothered to let it get this far, but decided he'd had enough, emailing Brent back to say that (as Luke) that he had a boyfriend, who he was in love with.
He certainly wasn't prepared for Brent to suggest that the boyfriend join them. And that he (the boyfriend) must like to top, and Luke should tell him he wanted to top once. Of course, if Luke didn't want to, he was more than happy to have a talk with him.
Noah felt like screaming. Did he really just say that? This was getting way out of hand.
It became even more surreal when the next email refereed to him as Noah and not Luke.
Guilt flooded into him, when the emailer revealed themselves as Luke, although Noah was also relieved to know that the last few emails weren't real.
Luke sat in the library at a computer, awaiting Noah's reply. Deceiving Noah hadn't felt right, but then, Noah was the one who was going through his messages.
Once he'd been honest and told Noah it wasn't Brent who he was talking to, they'd gone back and forth, trying to work out why they'd gone behind each others backs the way they had. Somewhere along the line, it struck Luke that he should be at home, talking with his boyfriend face to face, rather than emailing him like a stranger.
Before Noah could get back to him, he sent a quick message saying he was on his way home, and they'd talk about it when he got there. He knew it sounded ominous, but thought he'd let Noah worry for the 15 or so minutes it would take Luke to get home. He deserved a little panic, after all.
The drive back got Luke to thinking. Thinking about the last 24 hours, about his psych paper, about Noah and himself. Now that his head was clear, his mind felt the barrage of questions that had been collecting this last week.
He certainly wasn't unhappy, he knew that. He loved Noah, loved what they had, and certainly what they did together. The corner of his mouth smirked as he replayed a memory from only days before. Without intention, his foot pressed down on the gas, his body ready to be home in the arms of his boyfriend.
No, it wasn't about that. And now that he was thinking, Luke didn't have any problems with Noah taking the lead. But a part of him had always wondered what the reversal would feel like.
Luke was glad when he rounded their street, as his jeans had started to feel one size too tight.
His had a one track mind as he walked into their apartment. Thoughts of papers and emails lost in the depths of the mundane, he was focussed solely on Noah, and just how fast he could get him out of those clothes.
If their history was any example, it was pretty fast.
Luke barely gave Noah a chance to speak before assaulting his mouth with a dominant kiss. Luke had made his mind up. If he was going to do this, even just once, he was going to do it right.
Noah growled, surprised but pleased with the turn of events, and they stumbled their way to the bedroom, shirts discarded along the way.
Luke was glad that Noah seemed to understand what was happening, as he felt he might lose his nerve if he had to explain this.
They eventually crashed into the bed, Noah pulling Luke on top of him. Their jeans resulting in a rough friction that seemed fitting at that moment.
And even though they were past the point of return, Noah asked, "Are you sure?"
In answer, Luke expertly unbuttoned Noah's jeans and slipped his hand inside, down a trail of short hairs, inside his boxers to wrap around the silky-hard flesh there.
He stoked Noah for a few moments, just a gentle pull with a loose fist, and reveled in Noah's breathy pants against his cheek.
At last he leaned closer to Noah's ear and whispered, "Feels good?"
"Luke." It was somewhere between a breath and a moan, and Noah's neck extended as his head pressed back against the bed. "So good."
Luke ran a hand over Noah's throat before leaning down to taste the sweat forming on his skin.
There was a spot at the hollow of his throat that, when sucked, always made Noah moan, which Luke loved all the more because he could feel it under Noah's skin. It never failed to make Luke hard. Though at this point, hard felt like an understatement.
It was strangely odd and empowering to feel Noah beneath him, knowing where this was leading them to. It heightened everything Luke was feeling.
The loss of Luke's hand left Noah craving more, and he didn't wait for Luke to catch up before he started undoing Luke's jeans, and stripped them off. Luke enjoyed the delicious freedom from the constrictive material before helping Noah out of his own pants.
When they are both finally bare, Luke wrapped an arm around Noah's waist and pulled him close. Noah moaned at the contact of all that skin and they both feel a fresh flush of heat.
When Luke later enters Noah for the first time, he struggles to keep himself from releasing. Not just yet. Looking down at Noah, he is in awe. He's gorgeous; flushed and panting, skin glistening with sweat, and Luke kisses him, soft and lovingly.
"More," Noah asks breathlessly when they finally part.
Moans and demands and gasps spill from Noah's lips, echoed by Luke. The sounds arousing him just as much as Noah's body is.
The experience is more than Luke expected. It isn't long before he can no longer hold off.
Noah shudders beneath him and comes hard, gripping Luke within him so hard it's almost painful. Luke cries out his name and jerks towards him, trembling uncontrollably with the strength of his release.
And afterwards, with Noah's fingers running languidly through his hair, Luke recollects his thoughts. It was difficult considering he felt himself already gearing up for round two.
Counting on being preoccupied for the remainder of the evening, Luke's took a moment to think over his psych paper once more. Strange thing to be thinking of at that moment, but it seemed oddly appropriate, considering his topic of choice. And while he appreciated that other couples may find it difficult to switch roles, it sure seemed to Luke that he and Noah were the exception to that rule.
With that thought in mind, he thought it time to try switching things up again, kissing Noah long and slow as Noah straddled him.
And Luke was all for equality between partners.