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Fic: Watching

Original poster: qafaddiction

Title: Watching
Author: qafaddiction
Characters | Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: R
Spoilers | Warnings: None.
Summary: What if Luke and Noah had a tent to themselves during the mushroom hunt?


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It's their second night alone in the tent when Luke is awakened by a gasp. As the sound registers in a remote corner of his mind, something tells him that it's slightly unusual, and slightly unfamiliar He's about to stir when the gasping gives way to a moan. Luke's mouth goes dry as he suddenly realizes why the sound is different.

All he can do is lie there, frozen, listening to Noah's breath which comes in quick little starving puffs. Luke's eyes strain to see through the darkness, even though it feels wrong to spy. He imagines that maybe, just maybe, he can see the slightest movement coming from Noah's sleeping bag, although it's likely nothing more than a trick of his mind.

Luke tells himself he shouldn't be doing this... watching, listening. But he doesn't think Noah should be doing what he's doing either; after all, Granny Lu and Brian are only a few feet away in the next tent! Luke thinks he should just roll over and put a pillow over his head, or make some sort of noise like he's just waking up and warn Noah so he'll stop.

A muffled groan escapes his boyfriend's lips; it's a throaty, desperate noise that sends a shiver rattling down Luke's spine as a hot blush stains his skin. His eyes are starting to burn a little from being open wide for so long and straining to see anything in the black shadows.

Of all the times to catch Noah pleasuring himself... gah! He shouldn't be enjoying this. Shouldn't be wondering what it would be like to touch him. To be touched by Noah, the way he's touching himself.

"God, Luke...."

Two words. A barely audible hiss. But everything is that much louder in the dark, and Luke's own breath hitches slightly in his throat. He's fairly certain that Noah is not aware of his audience. Luke's hand brushes against his own belly, seeking skin, seeking pressure. His palm feathers briefly across his abdomen before slipping lower, teeth sinking deep into his lower lip to muffle any sound that might escape.

If Lucinda and Brian weren't in the next tent, he wouldn't care if Noah heard him. If Lucinda and Brian weren't in the next tent, Noah wouldn't need to hear, because Luke would be crawling into that sleeping bag and proving to the love of his life that he doesn't need to gasp his boyfriend's name while jerking himself off. That by the time it's all over he'd have a damn good reason to be moaning that name -- loudly.

But that's not the situation here. Noah is the only person Luke wants to be with... ever. And he's pretty sure Noah feels the same way about him. The idea that Noah is, at this moment, thinking about him is a huge turn-on. Even moreso when he realizes that it's probably not the first time; it's just the first time that he's been witness to it. Luke's body aches for release. It takes everything he has to stay in control and remain in his own sleeping bag.

One last strangled groan from a few feet away and Luke's eyes finally squeeze shut as he focuses on finishing himself off. The pain is sharp as his teeth bite down, and he thinks he might let out a sobbing groan of his own as he comes. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears, but not so loud that he doesn't hear the softly posed question...

"Luke?"

His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth as he tries to respond. After a moment, he manages to croak out, "Y-yeah?"

"You're awake."

It's a statement, not a question; but even so, Luke finds himself replying with another softly murmured, "Yeah."

"So... you heard."

"So did you."

Silence stretches between them, thick with unrequited lust. Luke can feel Noah's eyes on him in the dark. His skin itches a little from the intensity and he wants to pull the sleeping bag up over his head and not come out.

"I couldn't sleep. I- I wish..." Noah doesn't need to finish his statement for Luke to know he's echoing his own thoughts. Wishing they were alone -- really alone -- able to be together in every way, making as much noise as they'd like. Screaming each other's names at the top of their lungs, the sounds reverberating off the trees in the forest. He tries to ignore the way his stomach bottoms out at the thought.

"Me too."

There's a slight rustle, and Luke blinks into the darkness, thinking that if he squints just right he might be able to make out Noah's form, sitting upright now, preparing to say something profound.

"Luke... I need you right now. And I think you need me."

Without another word, they zip their sleeping bags together and curl into each other's bodies in silence. This time, Noah has no problems getting to sleep, nuzzling gently at the smooth curve of Luke's throat.

* * *

The next day, they make a trek to the small convenience store located near the main road leading to the campground, because Brian insists on having a few "extras" for Lucinda that he'd forgotten to pack. Noah can't imagine there's anything Brian didn't bring, considering the fine china and candles on the folding table at dinner the previous night, but they indulge the mushroom man because it gives them more time alone.

Luke checks the items off the list Brian gave them as he fills their basket. Noah places a box of condoms and some lube on top of the pile before they head for the cash. Luke just about swallows his tongue, but Noah's expression is one of nonchalance, underscored with mischief.

* * *

Noah comes quietly. Only the slightest strangled groan escapes his throat, in sharp contrast to Luke, who gasps and moans under Noah's touch, slightly rough and urgent. He tries to be quiet, but he's all sharp cries and a writhing body, struggling to breathe when it's over. Something about doing it in the dark, with other people within earshot, makes the act more exciting, more... forbidden.

Noah loves sleeping next to Luke, holding him in his arms, under the stars. They curl up together, snuggled safely in their double-wide sleeping bag, drifting off to sleep.

Luke wakes to find Noah frowning at him and complaining about being kicked. He brushes the complaint aside with a quick kiss, followed by a longer, lingering one, that leads to another round of sex.

He decides that this is much better than watching.