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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, ยป by: morgan_d |
FIC: Tease
Original poster: morgan_d
Title: Tease
Author: Morgan D. (morgan_d)
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6276
Summary: The boys have a fight. Who says this has to be a bad thing?
Warning: Dominance play, a bit of rimming.
Spoilers: Well, yes, I suppose, up until the Gay Pride event.
Notes: Written for the Remix Challenge at thehayloft. I picked two prompts by sweetiejelly: "Luke/Noah, jealousy" and "Luke/Noah, secret". Huge thanks to my lovely beta tekalynn, who puts up with my Nuke obsession even though she's not in the fandom.
"What was that?"
Luke paused in the middle of taking off his coat and turned around to study his boyfriend, who was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, knitting his brows in a frown. "What was what?"
"You know very well what."
"Then I'm smarter than I realize," Luke snorted. "What is it, Noah? You look upset."
"Shouldn't I be?"
"I don't know yet! I'm trying to find out, but so far you haven't been very helpful with your side of this conversation. Maybe if you could be a little more... forthcoming?"
"What about you being more forthcoming about what happened at Java?" Noah retorted.
"I'll be glad to. As soon as I figure out what the hell you are talking about!"
"Need a clue? One word, then." Noah stepped forward, arms folded over his chest. "Tony."
"Tony?" Luke shrugged, dropping his coat on a chair. "What about him?"
"That's what I'm asking you."
"Tony was... being Tony. You know how he is."
"Oh, I know exactly how he is," Noah grunted. "I just didn't know you enjoyed the way he is."
"Enjoyed...? Noah, are you...?" Luke shook his head, pulled his hair away from his eyes, only to have it fall back down. "Scratch that, I don't need to ask if you are jealous. That's pretty clear now. I'm just wondering, who are you jealous of? Me? Or Tony?"
Noah gaped. "Excuse me?"
"Well, since Tony has never made any secret of his interest in you, and now you're all bothered because he was talking to me..."
"Talking? You call that 'talking'?"
"Why? What would you call it?"
"I'd call it 'whispering', and 'giggling', and 'leaning over the table to speak in each other's ears', and 'looking at me to make sure I'm too far away to listen', and 'giggling some more'. That's what I'd call it."
"Is that why you're giving me a hard time? Because I laughed at some lame joke Tony made?"
Noah stepped closer yet in a not-so-subtle attempt to use his height for intimidation. "I know the kind of jokes Tony tells."
Luke glared at him. "Right. I imagine he must have told you lots of them when he took you to the Gay Pride concert." He never quite got over the resentment of seeing Noah and Tony walk in together at Yo's that night, despite the fact that Noah didn't leave with Tony afterwards. Maybe it was because Noah didn't leave with Luke either, despite Cyndi Lauper's best efforts.
"We're not talking about me and Tony," Noah protested. "There never was a 'me and Tony'."
"But now you think there's a 'me and Tony'? Just because he said something and I laughed?"
"You giggled!"
"I don't giggle."
"Are you kidding me? Luke, you giggle all the time! Usually when you're with me. So you can see how seeing you all giggly with Tony, of all people, might be a little upsetting."
Exasperated, Luke turned away from Noah, raising his eyes in a silent plea for God to give him patience. "I'm sorry, okay? People say funny things to me and I laugh. I can't help it. I had no idea your concept of monogamy included not laughing at anything except my boyfriend's jokes. Does that mean you were cheating on me yesterday, when you and Ethan were playing with Legos?"
"Don't be dense!"
"Hey, it's important that I know the rules, right? So I won't upset you again." Luke sat down on the end of the bed, fumbling at the lace of his left sneaker, which apparently had decided to join the conspiracy to ruin his good mood by getting itself in a tight, stubborn knot.
"Are you serious? You honestly don't see the problem here?"
"Besides you being a pain in the ass, you mean?" Stupid... tiny... knot...
"What about you wanting me to be a pain in the ass? How about you teasing me just to see how jealous you can make me?"
"What?" Luke stared at Noah in astonishment. "I did no such thing."
"You did, and you're still doing it. You could have finished this whole argument a long time ago, just by telling me what you know you should have told me, but instead you're prolonging this for as much as you can, just to see me riled up."
"Why would I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Noah in a sarcastic tone. "Maybe to reassure yourself that I still love you enough to be jealous? To make me pay for the times I messed up and put our relationship in jeopardy? To remind me of what I might lose if I'm not careful?"
Luke felt his cheeks on fire. It wasn't like that. It wasn't. Noah was wrong. Dead wrong. Just because Luke had felt a little bit of satisfaction when he spotted Noah glaring at him and Tony from behind the counter at Java, it didn't mean Noah was right. Damn, had someone put glue on the laces of his sneakers?
Noah came to stand in front of Luke. "What? No denial? Cat got your tongue?"
"I don't know what you want to hear from me." Frustrated, Luke yanked the sneaker off without untying it, bruising his foot in the process. "I don't know what you think I know I should have told you!" He threw the sneaker on the floor, but the carpet kept it from causing the loud thud that Luke's mood would have found satisfying.
Noah knelt down and captured Luke's right foot between his hands, working on the lace but keeping his eyes fixed on his boyfriend's. "How about you simply answer my first question?" he asked in a softer tone.
The gesture caught Luke off-guard. It was an oddly painless reminder of the times when he had been stuck in that fucking wheelchair, too weak to lean down and handle his own footwear without help. Somehow Noah had eventually managed to find a way to assist him in those many things with which one shouldn't require any assistance without making him feel like a total loser. The key seemed to be in blinding Luke with those two cobalt blue flashlights that God had given Noah instead of normal eyes and talking to him in those tender tones - kind but never indulgent - as if tending to Luke felt just as pleasant and rewarding to him as a long, sweet kiss.
"What was your question?" Luke asked at last. He honestly couldn't remember.
"I asked you, what was that?" Noah drawled. He already had the sneaker untied - that damn, treacherous lace! - and was carefully pulling it off.
"That?"
"You and Tony. That. What did he tell you? What did you tell him? Why did you decide to ostentatiously hide it from me?"
Luke snorted. "How does one ostentatiously hide something?"
"By making sure I was looking at you and Tony before covering your mouth with your hand and whispering in his ear so I couldn't read your lips."
"Oh." He had done that, hadn't he? At the time, he didn't think... He hadn't really meant... He was just being... playful.
Which was just one step short of 'naughty'.
Noah was massaging his foot, careful not to tickle him. "So... what did he tell you?"
Luke bit his lip, remembering the words. "Nothing important."
"And what did you tell him?"
Luke closed his eyes, suppressing a groan. "Even less important."
"You don't really think I'm going to let this go, do you?"
Of course he wouldn't. Noah could be worse than a dog with a bone at times. But Luke so did not want to reveal the contents of that particular conversation with Tony. He would not give Noah the satisfaction.
Thankfully, when it came to stubbornness, few could beat a Snyder man. "Well, I suppose you can keep asking me until you're blue in the face, but it doesn't mean you'll get a better answer from me."
Slowly, deliberately, Noah removed Luke's socks, one after the other. "I suppose you're right. Then again, your persistence in keeping this from me is a really bad way to convince me that what you two were whispering about was not that important."
Luke saw his toes wiggle and glowered down at them. They were having way too much fun under Noah's attention, making it hard for him to concentrate. "Why can't you take my word for it?"
"I could," Noah shrugged. "And then I'd leave you alone and go to sleep. Is that what you want me to do?"
Yes.
No.
Definitely yes.
Absolutely not.
Something in between.
"You're not playing fair," Luke growled.
"No, I'm not. I'm trying to let you win."
"Strange... It doesn't look like it from where I'm sitting."
"You'll win when I win."
"What kind of logic is that?"
"The best kind."
Luke had a perfect reply for that, but forgot what it was the moment he opened his mouth. Noah's fingertips pressed strategic points on the soles of his feet, sending electrical shocks up through Luke's nerves, triggering tiny spasms in several muscles, launching fireworks in his brain.
"So...?" Noah prompted.
"...what?"
"You were sitting at that table at Java, next to Tony, and then he leaned over to whisper in your ear, and he said...?"
"Not gonna tell you."
"Luke..."
"Not going to."
"Why?"
"It's a secret."