miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-25 02:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], ยป by: shizumaslover |
Unresolved
Original poster: shizumaslover
Title: Unresolved
Author: ShizumasLover
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Word Count: 495
Warnings: Inspired by the preview for next week, so: SPOILERS! Also, this is a quick warm-up for the drabble remix contest I stupidly entered, so: possible lameness!
Summary: The boys try to hash out some issues, are total angst muffins, and Luke talks enough for them both.
Unresolved
“It’s Kevin. You think I still have feelings for him.” Luke’s voice quavered faintly as he turned away, sad disbelief overwhelming him.
Noah’s shoulders tensed. “That’s not it.”
“Oh, please,” Luke murmured, fixing him with a reproachful stare. “The way you glare at him, the way you keep questioning me. It’s obvious what you’re really thinking. So just ask me and get it over with.”
For a long moment Noah stood silently, shifting slightly, before exhaling deeply and relenting. “Alright.” He slouched against a dining chair, reached back to tightly grip the top of it, subconsciously bracing himself. “Do you still have feelings for Kevin?”
“No.” Luke replied firmly, immediately. “I haven’t for more than a year. Since before I even met you.” The forcefulness of his voice couldn’t quite cover the desperation. “Now say you believe me. Because you love me and trust me enough to know I would never lie to you. Especially about something like this.” He gazed hard at Noah with brimming eyes. “Say it.”
“I…” Noah looked away from Luke’s glower, confided in the linoleum instead. “I believe… that you think you’re over him. But the way you act whenever he’s—”
Luke stepped forward suddenly, furiously, pressed his face close. “Look, Noah, this insecure jealousy thing isn’t cute anymore. If you’re so worried about some guy – even some straight guy I have a bad history with – coming along and tearing me away from you then do something about it. Make me yours.”
“I thought you already were,” Noah whispered, bright blue eyes wide, affronted.
“I am.” Luke’s expression softened, the sharp edge in his voice blunted. He leaned into Noah, pushed their bodies together, spoke right against his mouth. “In every way but one.”
The air around them changed, tension and defensiveness dissolving. Shaky breath played across full, perfect lips. Strong hands rose tentatively to cup an angular face, thumbs brushing softly across hidden dimples. “Luke —”
“I know, I know.” He gently removed Noah’s hands, held them tightly in his own. “You want it. I want it. But the girls’ll be back from Trick-or-Treating with my grandma soon, and my parents are expecting us at the party, and we want it to be special.” Reluctantly, he tipped back until their torsos no longer touched. “The thing is, Noah… I think we have different definitions of ‘special.’ Because, yeah, having more than thirty minutes would be nice, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but us being together. Take me up into the hayloft. Drive me out into the middle of a field, to a crappy motel, wherever. I don’t care.”
“…You don’t?”
“No.” Luke gave him a bittersweet smile, brought their collective hands to his lips. “You’re all I want, Noah. And I hate that you’re doubting that because of your own self-doubt. But if you’d let me sometime… I would prove it to you.”
Without another word he turned and walked toward the door, knowing Noah would follow.