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Fic: The Right Kind of New Year

Original poster: indigo_5

Title: The Right Kind of New Year
Author: indigo_5
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I own neither Luke, Noah, nor anything else related to ATWT. The show would look a lot different if I did.
Spoilers: Some spoilery stuff for the week of Dec. 29, but I’m going in a different direction with it than the spoilers say, so I don’t know if that counts.
Summary: This is what OUGHT to happen on the New Year’s Eve show.
Notes: Love, love, love feedback.



Luke was nervous. He ran his fingers through his hair for the seventeenth time, smoothed the front of his dress shirt, tapped his toe on the kitchen floor. It’s just a date, he thought. But it wasn’t. It was New Year’s, and it was Noah. And even though Maddie and Casey would be going along with them to Metro, which Luke absolutely hated, Noah had promised they’d find some time to be alone together.

Really alone.

Luke swallowed, closing his eyes. Did Noah understand what he meant by that? Sometimes, he still wasn’t sure. Noah had given him so many mixed messages in the year and a half that they’d known each other, and sometimes he felt like he couldn’t read him at all. But the way Noah had kissed him when they’d gotten back together… so intensely, so deeply, like he never wanted to stop… he had to feel the same way. Didn’t he?

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Luke felt for the Lakeview room key that was hidden there and rubbed his fingertip against the edge. His cheeks warmed, and he had a sudden urge to pull the key out and toss it into the trash before he made a fool of himself. Which was matched by the urge to skip the party at Metro altogether and drag Noah straight to the hotel, where they’d spend the evening exploring each other’s bodies in every way Luke had wanted to for the past 18 months, eleven days, six hours, and thirty-seven minutes. He glanced at the clock. Thirty-eight.

The knock on the door came quickly, loudly, making Luke jump. He hurried to answer it, and there was Noah, gorgeous, blue-eyed, dreamboat Noah, who could make Luke’s heart skip a beat in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt but was currently polished to an awe-inspiring dressed-up shine. Luke’s jaw dropped open slightly, and he felt his mouth go dry.

“Hi,” Noah said, his smile making him impossibly more stunning as his eyes lowered slowly over Luke’s body and then rose back up to meet his gaze. “You look good.” His voice was soft, low. Luke licked his lips.

“So do you,” he whispered, grabbing at his boyfriend’s hand to pull him in the door. When suddenly, he noticed an unusual imperfection. “Except your tie is crooked,” he said, puzzled, as the front door closed behind them.

“I know,” Noah said, grinning. “I thought maybe… maybe you could fix it for me?”

If there had ever been a day when Luke had felt this happy, he couldn’t remember it now. He captured Noah’s tie in both hands and stepped close, straightening the knot, adjusting the collar, taking his time. He looked up into Noah’s eyes when he was done and saw nothing but want there, and need, and I love you. “What’s wrong?” Luke asked, playing along, already smiling, already knowing the answer.

“Nothing,” Noah replied, and then his hand was on Luke’s face and his lips were on Luke’s lips and he kissed him. And this time Luke didn’t break the kiss, the way he had the first time, surprised. He just leaned into it, kissing him back, gentle and strong and perfect. Like there was nowhere else on earth that his mouth belonged other than right here, pressed against Noah’s, a perfect fit.

****

Luke kept his hand on Noah’s thigh the whole drive to Metro. Even as they stopped to pick up their friends, even as Noah chatted with the group, even when Noah covered Luke’s hand with his own and gave him that look again. That look that said I love you and I want you and I can’t believe we finally got here. Even when Luke answered him with a look that said same here.

They walked into Metro hand in hand, Luke beaming with pride, wanting everyone to see the beautiful man who wanted to be with him. With him, Luke Snyder. And somehow, Noah seemed to be just as happy as he was. Casey and Maddie went off on their own quickly, dancing or fighting or fucking in the bathroom for all Luke cared, and Noah was all his. They leaned together at the bar, talking close and touching. And then they danced together, and it was Noah who suggested it, Noah, who Luke had had to drag onto the dance floor last year around this time. And damn, had Noah been taking lessons or what? Because there were no awkward missteps, no dorky hand outstretched to the side, just arms embracing him and a body pulling him tight and Noah’s face leaned over him, pressing close. They swayed to the music, lost in each other, and Luke felt Noah’s hand at the base of his neck and heard him inhaling, and it took a minute for him to realize what was happening but my God, Noah is smelling my hair, and it was all Luke could do to remain on his feet.

“I love you,” Noah whispered, and Luke clutched him tighter, wondering how much ground he would lose as a confident, sexy gay man if he actually swooned right now in his boyfriend’s embrace.

“I love you too,” he managed. And then Noah’s hand was under his chin, tilting it upwards, and those dazzling blue eyes were focused on his again, looking at him the way no one had ever looked at Luke before. The slow song ended just as their lips met, and around them, everyone broke apart and started moving faster, but Luke and Noah stayed locked together, holding each other, swaying to the music that only they could hear.

When they broke, Luke gazed at him, arms still wrapped around him, unable to wait any longer. “Noah,” he said softly. “Did you mean what you said about… about wanting us to be alone tonight? Really alone?” Noah nodded, slowly, touching Luke’s face, tracing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Good. Because I…” Luke’s voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “I don’t want to rush you. I want this to be right. But I… I got us a room. At the Lakeview.” This was it. Luke’s heart was beating fast.

And Noah leaned closer, his lips almost touching Luke’s, bringing his hands to both sides of Luke’s face. “Then what are we waiting for?” he whispered, and he kissed Luke’s smile.

****

They walked into the room together, Luke sliding the key card through the lock with Noah’s hand gentle on his shoulder blades. But the hand slid away as they stepped inside. “Wow,” Noah said, looking around him. “This is nice.”

Luke glanced back, suddenly remembering that Noah had never been in a Lakeview room before. Had probably never been in a hotel room this fancy before. “Yeah, it’s… it is.” Noah was still looking around, taking in the expensive bedding and the mahogany furniture and the high-end art on the walls. Luke chewed his lip. “Listen, um… is this… is this okay? I mean, we don’t have to stay here. We can go anywhere, really, I just want to be alone wi--”

“Luke.” Noah’s hands were on his shoulders, and a smile was on his face. “Calm down. This is fine. It’s beautiful. And I don’t care where we are. As long as it’s a room with a door and a lock and you and me in it.”

Luke exhaled in relief, allowing himself to be pulled into Noah’s warm hug. “Yeah,” he said.

And Noah’s hands were moving already, massaging Luke’s back through his layers of winter clothing. “And a bed,” he added, kissing Luke’s neck. “A bed is good.”

“Yeah,” Luke said again, his own hands busy removing Noah’s scarf, now unbuttoning his coat. “A bed works.”

Noah captured his lips in a kiss again, this one quicker, more anxious, as both men worked to quickly relieve each other of their burdensome clothing. Soon, a pile of coats and gloves and scarves had formed by the door, and they kissed again, moving instinctively towards the bed, kicking off their shoes on the way. When they landed on it, Noah was on top of Luke, covering his body with delicious weight, kissing him harder now, harder than he ever had. This was different from the fervent make-out sessions they’d shared in the barn, the rubbing against each other in the dark that never got them to where they wanted to be because something, or someone, always interrupted. No interruptions were coming tonight, and this was really happening. It was really real.

Luke tugged Noah’s dress shirt out of his pants, working his fingers underneath it, grasping at the firm flesh of his back. “God, Luke,” Noah groaned, breaking the kiss, moving his hips to press them even closer together. Luke was very, very hard now, and he could feel Noah’s hardness against him, feel it rubbing against his own. “I can feel you,” Noah whispered, as if reading Luke’s mind, pushing against him again.

“I can feel you too,” Luke replied, breathy, desperate, needing more. He attacked Noah’s buttons now, pulling the shirt open, yanking it off his shoulders as Noah fumbled with his. He heard a button fly off and bounce to the floor, and couldn’t tell whose shirt it came from, and who the hell cared, because all there was in this moment was Noah’s bare skin and the feel of him against his body and Noah’s kisses hungrier now, his tongue more urgent, his hips still moving. And if they kept that up it would be over before they even got out of their pants, and that was all wrong. Luke rolled them over, landing on top of Noah, straddling him, but unable to stop kissing him, and Noah grabbed his ass in both hands, grinding him closer, oh God.

“Noah, wait, wait,” Luke panted, sitting up, his hands on Noah’s waist, stopping his hips. “Too close. Don’t want it to… want more than…” Noah was panting too, his mouth open, his hands still gripping Luke’s ass, his eyes desperate. “Just wait.” He moved further back, reluctantly slipping out of Noah’s grasp, sliding his hands to Noah’s belt buckle and quickly unfastening it, his mouth watering at the dark trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband. As his fingers moved quickly over buttons and zipper, Luke fastened his mouth to that flat stomach, tickling the trail of hair with his tongue, following it southward as he pulled pants and underwear down, down, down. And there it was, Noah’s cock, hard and throbbing, leaking, beautiful, all for him. Unable to waste any more time teasing, Luke grabbed it in both hands and sank his mouth over the head, sucking hard, feeling Noah shudder under him.

“Fuck,” Noah gasped, his hands suddenly in Luke’s hair. “Luke… oh, God…” Luke moved his head, trying to keep his teeth covered the way he’d read you’re supposed to, moving his tongue by instinct, sucking through it all. The sounds coming out of Noah were unintelligible now, more groans than actual words, but his hands were gripping Luke’s hair tighter, and his body was tensing, and Luke knew what that meant. He opened his eyes and looked up at his boyfriend, his head back, mouth open, the hottest thing he’d ever seen. And Noah cried out, loud, and warm liquid gushed into Luke’s mouth, salty, surprising, and exactly right. He swallowed what he could, used his fingers to chase after what ran out of his mouth, then licked and kissed and licked some more until he’d captured every drop. Noah’s hands were resting on his upper arms now, gentle, and Luke looked up and found his boyfriend gazing at him with a new look now, adoring, grateful, lovesick. Luke crawled his way back up to that look, smiling, and kissed his lover, sharing his taste with him, touching his tongue with his own.

They lay together, breathing, and Luke tried to be patient. He knew it would take a few minutes for Noah to gather his strength after that, and he had waited this long, so what was another few minutes? But he had never been this hard before, so hard he was actually aching, and he had to resist a strong impulse to just grab his own cock and give himself some relief. Soon enough, though, Noah got with the program, tracing his hand down Luke’s chest, swirling around his stomach, gliding down further, opening his fly. Soon his pants and underwear had joined Noah’s on the floor and Luke jumped a little as Noah’s hand found him, willing himself not to come before anything really got started, but God, there was a hand on his cock that wasn’t his own, and it was Noah’s hand, and he was touching him, stroking, God. Luke shut his eyes tight, breathing harder, concentrating so hard on keeping control that he didn’t even hear Noah’s shift in position. And then suddenly there was tight wet hot amazing surrounding him, and his eyes flew open, and Noah’s lips were wrapped around his dick, and he could feel the suction, and oh God hear it, and Noah moaned around him and the vibrations shot straight through his body. Luke shouted loud and came without warning, exploding into his boyfriend’s mouth. Noah coughed, surprised, backing off, and Luke tried to apologize, but Noah’s hand replaced his mouth and he was still coming, oh God, and Noah put his mouth back down again and finished him off, sucking the last drops out of him, swallowing him down.

“Sorry,” Luke said when he could form words again. “Sorry, God, so sorry, Noah, I couldn’t…”

“Shhh,” Noah said, sliding up to meet him, grinning. “Just surprised me, that’s all. I thought it would take more than five seconds.”

Luke covered his face with his hands. Just kill me now. “God. I’m so sorry. I just… I couldn’t… I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

“Me either,” Noah growled, lying on top of Luke again, kissing him wetly. He stayed there when the kiss broke, his hand playing with Luke’s hair, Luke’s hands resting on his boyfriend’s lower back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Luke paused, then decided if ever there was a time to ask this question, this was it. “How long?” he asked.

“What?”

Luke fastened his boyfriend with a curious gaze. “You’ve never really told me. How long has it been? I mean, when did you first realize that you…”

“That I wanted you?” Noah’s voice was low, sexy. Luke’s cock twitched. He swallowed.

“Yeah.”

Rolling onto his back, Noah scrunched up his face, thinking. “Well, let’s see. Approximately… 16 months, 22 days, 2 hours and…” He glanced at his wrist. “Twenty-three minutes ago.”

Luke laughed out loud, rolling on to his side, propping himself up on an elbow. “Approximately?”

“Yeah.” Noah was grinning at him now, his hands folded behind his head, as Luke traced a light pattern on his bare chest. “Since the day we fell into each other in Emma’s kitchen. You know, after that swim in Snyder Pond?”

Luke smiled. “I remember,” he said softly.

Looking a little bashful now, Noah covered Luke’s hand with his. “I guess it’s a little weird to know the exact number of days and hours. You must think I’m a freak.”

“Not exactly.”

Their eyes met, and there it was again, that electricity that had sparked so long ago and never really went away, in spite of everything that had happened since. In an instant, Luke shifted his body to lie on top of Noah, kissing him deep, and Noah’s hands were on him again, on his back, in his hair, on his ass, everywhere at once. “God, you feel good,” Noah muttered, squeezing him tight, kissing him more.

“You too,” Luke said, sliding a hand down to Noah’s cock, so hard again already for him. But this time, it was Noah who put on the brakes.

“Luke, I want…” His voice trailed off, and he just looked at Luke, breathing heavy.

“What?” Luke asked, in what he hoped was a sexy rasp. “Tell me.”

Noah swallowed hard, then moved both his hands to Luke’s ass again. But this time, he didn’t squeeze, just caressed, sliding one finger lightly down the crack. “I want to be inside you.”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Luke moaned, grabbing at Noah’s face, pulling him in for their most ferocious kiss yet. Noah growled into the kiss, flipping him over onto his back. He began kissing down Luke’s chest, but suddenly stopped, rolling off him, getting off the bed. “Where are you going?” Luke panted, hoping it didn’t sound as much like a whine to Noah as it did to him. Noah flashed that gorgeous grin at him from his position by the door, then held up his coat, fishing a small bottle out of the pocket. “Oh,” Luke said, equal parts embarrassed at having forgotten to provide supplies and tickled that Noah had remembered.

Noah sat down on the edge of the bed, just looking at him. “I didn’t know what we would end up doing tonight,” he said quietly. “But I… I hoped.” Luke had no response to that, but Noah didn’t seem to be waiting for one. He gazed at Luke, his eyes drinking in every inch of his body. “God, Luke,” he said at last. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

And there were no words for that, there just weren’t, so Luke just grabbed at Noah and pulled him down on top of him again, kissing him desperately, wrapping his arms and legs around him. And somewhere far away, he heard a bottle snap open, and felt Noah move above him and reach under him, and then a slick finger was circling around his hole. He gasped when it slid inside, breaking the kiss, and Noah was right there, his face inches away, concerned. “Does it hurt?” Noah whispered.

Luke shook his head. “No. It’s just… it… I don’t know. It’s weird.” Noah licked his lips, keeping his eyes locked on Luke’s as he curled his finger, and then God, what the hell was THAT and Luke gasped again.

“Luke…”

“Not hurt. That was a good gasp. Shit. Do that… can you do that again?”

Noah smiled, and moved his finger again, rubbing right there and Luke moaned, squeezing his legs tighter around Noah’s back. “Again.”

And the finger kept moving, pushing in and out now, hitting that spot on every stroke, and Luke closed his eyes, moving with Noah’s hand, clinging to him. “So good,” he whispered, and he said it again, louder, when a second finger slid in. Before long, Luke had given up words altogether, was just moaning and moving and fucking back against his boyfriend’s hand, desperate for more of that. “Fuck,” he said at last, stopping Noah’s arm, opening his eyes. “Now. Do it.”

Noah pulled out gently, but quickly, his hands shaking as he covered his cock in lube. As he moved into position, Luke looked down and got a little nervous again. That was an awful lot bigger than fingers. This was going to hurt.

Noah pushed forward, easing just the head in, and fuck. It did. Luke whimpered involuntarily. “Luke,” Noah panted, freezing in place.

“Hurts,” Luke said, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. But he felt Noah begin to pull out, and that was not happening. “No!” he said, grabbing his waist tightly, his eyes flying open. “Don’t… just…” he swallowed, breathing deep. “Just give me a minute.”

Closing his eyes again, Luke concentrated on relaxing. Noah’s head was dipped lower now, kissing his face, gently, whispering. “I love you so much,” he said. “You’re so gorgeous… so amazing…”

And suddenly, something shifted, something released, and the pain wasn’t so bad anymore. Luke pulled at Noah’s waist gently, urging him deeper, and Noah took the cue and slowly pushed in. Until finally, finally, Luke felt Noah’s balls against his ass and heard his breathing change and knew he was all the way in. And he knew this had to be absolutely killing Noah, knew the impulse to move must be overwhelming, but he just lay there, waiting, muscles tense, kissing Luke’s chest. “Okay,” Luke said at last, when he thought he could handle it, when the hot burn in his ass had fizzled to a low heat. Noah looked at him, making sure, but Luke just nodded, not trusting himself with words, raising his legs higher around Noah’s waist.

Noah gazed deeply into his eyes and pushed forward, a gentle, trembling thrust, and Luke closed his eyes and dropped his head onto the pillow. It still hurt, but there was something so wonderful about it too, about feeling this full, having Noah so deep inside him. Noah’s breathing was ragged, but he pushed forward again, deeper this time, and this time Luke felt that spot come alive again, felt Noah’s cock brush against it. And hello, now the pain was taking a backseat to something else. On the third thrust, Luke moved with him, rocking back to meet him, driving Noah’s cock a little harder against his prostate, and God, that was good. “Fuck,” Luke moaned. Noah froze again. “Don’t stop,” Luke said, opening his eyes again. “Feels good.”

So Noah moved, a little faster now, but still taking such care, being so gentle. At one point he moved his hands, shifting his angle slightly, and then holy hell all the little nerve endings woke up and it was a whole new ballgame. “God, yes, right there,” Luke said, gripping his boyfriend tighter. And Noah was panting hard now, his face set in concentration, and Luke could see him trying not to come, trying so hard to make this good for him, and a little part of him fell in love all over again. But most of his mind was otherwise occupied. “Noah, God, fuck me,” he said, moving faster now, as they found their rhythm and Noah’s hand found his cock and it was so good, so good.

“So hot, baby,” Noah said, his eyes shut tight, and Luke moaned in delight. It was the first time Noah had ever called him baby, and it felt so perfect. As did everything else that Noah was doing.

“Harder,” Luke groaned, and Noah’s hips responded ferociously, thrusting deep into him, driving right into that spot. And now there were no words, nothing but gasping and moaning and panting and fuck fuck fuck fuck GOD YES and he was coming so hard, covering Noah’s hand, practically screaming his name, and he could feel Noah release inside him, Jesus, and every moment of those eighteen months had been worth it if it led up to this.

Much later, when the world stopped shaking and Luke came back to his senses, he clung to Noah, kissing his cheeks, his neck, anything he could reach. “God, I love you,” Noah said, kissing him back, as they breathed together, breathed each other, still so close, Noah still deep inside. He gently eased out, and the separation hurt a surprising amount, but Noah kissed him again, and Luke forgot about the pain. He pulled Luke into his arms and they held each other, sticky, sweaty, still breathing heavy, out of words. But eventually, Luke found his.

“Hey, Noah?” he whispered, aware that Noah was already nodding off to sleep.

“What?” he whispered back, squeezing him closer.

“Happy New Year.”

And it was.