miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-17 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, » by: sixtieshairdo |
One-shot: Unsaid Fears
Original poster: sixtieshairdo
Author: sixtieshairdo
Characters | Pairing: Luke/Noah (who else?)
Rating | Word Count: R, 506 words
Spoilers | Warnings: Did you know Kevin's back? Yep, that's about it.
Summary: Noah's unsaid fears pertaining to Kevin's sudden appearance translates into angsty sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Luke and Noah. How sad, huh?
Noah looked different, felt different that night. There was some sense of detachment in the air. When he said Luke’s name, the word laid heavy in the air; dull, weighty. Full of unaired containment. Luke watched the muscles on Noah’s back tense, the sweat glistening on his back like angel teardrops; crystal-salty and sinful. Luke pulled Noah’s head back – not gently, not firmly. Just right. His head lolled back, his earth-brown eyes half-lidded, his pouty lips raw pink like open flesh. Luke tried to kiss him but he twisted his neck so his damp curls tickled Luke’s sweaty nose. They’ve never had sex like this before. They hardly do have sex – only because, to Luke, all they’ve ever done was make love.
What changed?
Noah’s arm reached back and palmed Luke’s cold ass cheek, and pressed him closer, harder. Nearer. Luke, panting like a bitch in heat, rocked his body faster, pressed his pearly white teeth into Noah’s already blue-bruised neck. He tried speaking but his words, incoherent and clipped, sank back into his gut. All he could manage were N’s pressed together, whiny and needy and rash. Noah was no better, with his knees sunk deep into his bed and his one arm supporting both himself and Luke, making guttural noises so profoundly painful that they worried Luke several times to the point that he tried pulling out of his lover, only to feel Noah clamp his body up, refusing to let go.
What changed?
Luke had no idea.
When they both came, Noah collapsed onto the soft mattress, still unwilling to let Luke go.
They lay on their sides, Luke’s arm protective but wary, across Noah. Noah’s foot gently rubbing against Luke’s, they fell asleep like heavy magnets joined together - polar opposites - their breathing never synchronizing yet in almost perfect rhythm.
…
Somewhere in their slumber, their bodies shifted – realigned – but neither took notice.
…
When Luke awoke, he could feel Noah’s wide-eyed breathing pulse against his chest. Instinctively, his grip grew tighter around Noah.
“Baby what’s wrong?”
Silence first, a whisper a beat after.
“It’s him.”
Luke tried to decipher what that meant, but gave up.
“Who?”
A longer silence, before a cryptic reply.
“Kevin.”
Luke wanted to shake Noah hard but resisted. His hand stroked Noah’s clammy back.
“What’s bothering you about Kevin?”
“He could have potentially be in my place right now, and it scares me how close I got to losing – never having – you.”
A murmured sigh, a grateful kiss planted on Noah’s forehead.
“Baby, he didn’t stand a chance.”
Noah grunted a laugh. Luke persisted.
“Even if we were dolphins – you and I – or monkeys, or trees, or even girls…we would have found each other. And no Kevin can ever stand in the way of such…serendipity.”
Luke felt Noah’s body relax and he leaned down to kiss him. Slow, wet post-coital kisses that melted more than Noah’s fears.
Luke whispered, his hand strategically placed in between Noah’s endless legs.
“Now come on baby, make love to me.”