miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-11-20 10:04:00 |
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Original poster: indigo_5
Title: The Whole Wide World
Author: indigo_5
Chapter: 4
Rating: NC-17 at last.
Disclaimers: I own neither Luke, Noah, nor anything else related to ATWT. The show would look a lot different if I did.
Spoilers: None.
To review: This is Chapter 4 of a sequel to A New York Love Story, the fic I did a while back based on the Valentine’s Day AU in New York. Previous chapters can be found here: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3.
The original story can be found here: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5.
Summary: Reunited, and it feels so good…
Notes: I finished this more quickly than I expected to, so I figured I’d go ahead and post it, since I know I hate being left in suspense. This may be the last chapter for a while, as I’m going to be out of town all of next week for Thanksgiving (though it’s possible I may get one more chapter done before I leave – we’ll see). Thanks so much for reading along so far, and for all the wonderful comments! Please keep ’em coming!
Noah and Luke were quiet as they walked up the stairs together and into Luke’s apartment. Noah bit his lip, unsure what to say, unsure what Luke was expecting of him. Luckily, Luke took the lead, guiding Noah into one of the kitchen chairs, filling a glass with ice cubes and water, placing it quietly in Noah’s hand, then sitting down across from him. They gazed at each other for a moment, not speaking.
“Where were you?” Luke said at last, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat, looking down at his hands. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me what you’ve been doing. I don’t know what the rules are about what you’re allowed to talk about, and that’s not really what I want to…” He took a deep breath, then looked back up again. “But where did you go? Why didn’t you write me? I was… God, Noah, I was so scared.”
Luke looked so sad, and Noah knew it was wrong, but his words caused Noah’s heart to beat a little faster. He was scared. He cares about me. But he snapped back into the present, gazing at Luke, trying to make himself understood. “I’m sorry, Luke. I really am.”
Luke was staring at him, waiting. Always so patient. Noah took a drink from his water – it was a warm night, and he’d been lugging his heavy gear around all day. And he needed a minute to figure out how to explain this.
“You know I wasn’t on my ship,” he said finally. “I don’t really want to talk about what’s been going on for the last four months…” Luke was shaking his head, opening his mouth to speak, but Noah rushed on. “I know, I know you said I don’t have to. I… I will tell you someday, okay? Just not now.” Luke nodded, eyes still wide, expression unreadable. “But the point is, I didn’t get your letters. And I couldn’t send any. Mail wasn’t really an option. I just got back to the ship three weeks ago, and then I got all your letters at once. And I wanted to write you, or call you, or something. I really did. But I didn’t know what to say.”
Noah’s voice had gone dry, and he stared at the glass in his hands, rubbing a bead of condensation away with his thumb. “The thing is, I don’t know what happens next,” he said quietly. “I don’t have a job. I’m not in school. I have nowhere to live. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. And you… you have so much going for you. I didn’t… I didn’t know if it would be fair to you to just land on you like this. I mean, we spent twenty-four hours together. A year and a half ago. And now you haven’t heard from me at all in four months, and I’m kind of a mess right now, my head is, my whole life is, and I thought maybe I should just let you go, maybe I shouldn’t even come here. My Dad is in New York now, he insisted on meeting me here, and I’m supposed to have lunch with him tomorrow, and I could just go back to Missouri with him, except I can’t, because I don’t belong there, I don’t belong with him, but I don’t really belong anywhere, and I…”
“Noah.” Warm hands were covering his, and he looked up, and there was Luke, leaning over the table, his face inches away. Luke brought his hand up to touch Noah’s face, and Noah let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “Don’t you know?” Luke whispered, gently pushing a strand of hair off of Noah’s forehead. “You belong with me.”
Noah moved forward without even realizing he’d done it, his body responding before his brain had a chance to react. His lips touched Luke’s, and Luke kissed back, opening his mouth, meeting Noah’s tongue with his own. The kiss deepened, as Luke’s hand found the back of Noah’s neck and Noah’s hands moved forward to slide up Luke’s strong arms. And suddenly, there was heat and passion and it was just like their first kiss, strong, wet, wanting, only more intense now, after so many months of going without, so much time wanting each other.
They fell to the floor together, knocking the chairs away, blind to everything but each other. Luke slid his hands under Noah’s shirt and Noah gasped at the touch, pulling Luke closer, kissing him harder than he thought possible. Soon, Noah was sliding Luke’s t-shirt up, pulling it over his head, but as they came together to kiss again, something caught his eye. Something metallic, small, dangling in Luke’s chest hair, hanging around his neck on a thin silver chain. But it wasn’t a necklace. It was something else.
Luke saw what Noah was looking at and suddenly looked bashful, lowering his head, trying to cover the pin with his hand. But Noah stopped him, picking it up from Luke’s chest, rubbing it with his thumb. The edges were worn down slightly, the surface somewhat scratched. Like it had been worn this way for a very long time.
“I’m sorry,” Luke muttered. “I know it’s probably disrespectful or something to wear a military pin like this. I just wanted… it’s a piece of you, and I wanted…”
“How long have you been wearing this?” Noah asked suddenly, cutting him off.
Luke swallowed. “Since the day you gave it to me,” he said quietly. Noah stared, and eventually, finally, Luke lifted his head, meeting his gaze. “Noah, I—”
“I love you,” Noah said, choking the words out in a rush.
It was like the sun rose on Luke’s face. His eyes widened, his mouth curled into a big smile, and he planted a huge kiss on Noah’s startled lips. “I love you too,” he said, still kissing him, covering his face in kisses now. “I was gonna say it first, I swear. I’ve been wanting to say it for so long.” His voice was muffled by the kisses, but Noah drank in every word.
“Me too,” he whispered, pulling Luke’s mouth to his again. “I love you,” he said when the kiss broke, as Luke leaned forward, pushing Noah down to his back on the floor. “I love you so much.”
The rest of their words were swallowed in a passionate kiss, one that only broke long enough for Luke to pull Noah’s shirt off of him, and then Noah felt that pin again pressing between them, and it hurt a little as they squeezed so close but he couldn’t have cared less. He just needed Luke, as close as he possibly could get him.
Luke was on top of him now, pressing into him, and Noah slid his legs up to wrap around him as they kissed and kissed and kissed, like they needed each other’s lips to survive. Luke’s hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, squeezing, and Noah moaned, grabbing Luke’s ass in both hands and grinding their crotches together.
“Noah,” Luke gasped, coming up for air.
“Need you,” Noah panted. “In me. Now. Please.”
They attacked each other’s belts, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, revealing. Shoes and socks went flying off, then pants, then underwear. In an instant, Luke’s saliva-slick finger was sinking into Noah, and he moaned loud, feeling the finger strike that spot on its first attempt. “Oh God,” Noah said, clutching Luke’s back with both hands as a second perfect finger slid in. He had tried to replicate this feeling with his own fingers a few times over the past sixteen months, but it never worked, never felt like this, never came close to this blinding perfection that Luke could generate with a simple touch. Luke’s fingers kept moving, pushing, thrusting, stretching him, as Noah felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Then, suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Noah opened his eyes, seeing Luke over him, breathing hard, coating his cock with his own saliva, positioning himself between Noah’s legs. Noah reached forward and grabbed at Luke’s waist, holding on to him as he pushed inside. “Yesss,” Noah groaned, pulling Luke close, lifting his legs higher. It hurt, as he knew it would after so long, but not as much as the first time, and the pain was nothing compared to the amazing sparks he felt flying from his prostate as Luke hit home.
“God, baby, so tight,” Luke panted as he began to thrust, and Noah clung tighter, managing somewhere in his haze of ecstasy to delight in Luke calling him baby. “So good… so amazing, Noah.”
“Feels so good,” Noah moaned. “Oh, Luke…”
Luke moved faster, covering Noah’s mouth in another wet kiss, and Noah held on, moving with him, lost in gasps and moans and the feeling that was like no other. With each thrust, Noah felt his impossibly hard cock rub between their two stomachs, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He opened his mouth to say so, but then Luke threw his head back, groaning loud, the hottest expression in the world on his face, and Noah lost it. He clutched Luke’s back and came hard, covering both their chests, digging his heels into the top of Luke’s ass, inhuman sounds escaping his lips and white light infusing everything in his world.
It took a few minutes for them both to come down from that. When they did, they lay together, tangled up in each other, kissing, holding each other on Luke’s kitchen floor. “Sorry about that,” Luke whispered, dropping a sweet kiss on Noah’s neck.
Noah stared at him, bewildered. “What could you possibly be sorry for?”
“I didn’t even touch you,” Luke said sheepishly, nodding towards Noah’s cock. “I was a little out of control.”
Noah laughed, kissing Luke again. “We both were,” he said. “And I obviously didn’t need you to touch me. I’m kind of glad you didn’t, or it would have been over before it began.”
Luke laughed too, squeezing Noah tight. “Can you believe we didn’t even make it out of the kitchen? We didn’t even…” and he sat up, face dropping, hand to his mouth. “Oh, shit!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Noah sat up with him, rubbing small circles on his lover’s back.
Slowly, Luke turned to him. “We forgot about condoms,” he said.
Noah’s hand stopped. Oh. Shit.
“Look, Noah, I’ve been tested. A year ago. The LGBT club at school sponsored a safe-sex booth at Pride last summer, with free HIV testing, and some friends and I all went and did it together. And I’m clean. I swear. I mean, shit, we still should have talked about this beforehand, and I’m so, so sorry, but…”
“Shh,” Noah said, kissing him. “You said it. We were out of control. I didn’t think about it either, obviously. And, well, you know you don’t have to worry about me, right? I’ve never been with anybody but you.” He swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about that fact.
“I know,” Luke said tenderly, covering one of Noah’s hands with his own. “And you know there haven’t been that many for me. Just those 3 boyfriends I had before you, and then, well, you.”
Noah bit his lip. “And… since me?” He swallowed hard, anxious about asking the question, but he couldn’t not. He just couldn’t.
Luke’s face softened. “Oh, Noah,” he said, kissing him gently on the lips. “There’s been nobody else. I told you that. I told you I’d wait for you.”
“I know,” Noah said, looking down, feeling his face get warm. “It’s just… it’s been so long, and you’re… you’re so beautiful, and I know you must get…”
“Noah.” Luke’s voice was different now, a little stern. His hands were suddenly on both sides of Noah’s face, and Noah looked up to meet his gaze. “Let me tell you a story,” Luke said, leaving his hands where they were. “Once upon a time, about sixteen months ago, a young prince named Luke Snyder met the most amazing man in all the land.” Noah laughed, tried to look away, but Luke wouldn’t let him. “He was strong, sweet, kind, honest, and heartbreakingly gorgeous, not to mention fucking unbelievable in the sack.” Luke was grinning now, and Noah grinned with him. All the anxiety was fading away. “Luke fell in love.” They just looked at each other, more serious now. “Do you get that, Noah?” Luke asked softly. “I fell in love.” He paused again. “After that, nobody else stood a chance.”
Noah’s heart skipped a beat. Or three. He leaned forward to kiss Luke, wishing for the thousandth time that he had Luke’s gift for words, but figuring he could find another way to show Luke how he felt. Luke’s hands slid into his hair as their tongues met, and Noah pressed closer, sliding his hands down Luke’s naked back and kissing him harder, until Luke let out the breathy moan Noah had been aiming for. “You know, I like this kitchen,” Noah said, pulling back slightly to speak, but letting his hands continue to wander. “But I like the bedroom even better.”
“Me too,” Luke managed, going in for one more kiss before pulling himself and Noah to their feet. They hurried towards the bedroom, laughing, and Luke dove onto the bed, landing face up and holding his arms out to Noah. And as Noah looked down at him, he realized that he might have a chance at happiness after all.
****
Much later, when the hour was very late and both men were completely exhausted and utterly satisfied, they lay together in Luke’s bed, whispering endearments and exchanging kisses. Luke gazed at his lover as his eyelids lowered, wanting to watch him drop off to sleep. But there was one more thing he needed to know first.
“Noah,” he whispered, and those eyelids fluttered open again. Luke’s breath caught a little as those beautiful blue eyes met his, still finding it difficult to believe that this was really real, that Noah was really here.
“What is it, babe?” Noah asked, his voice sleepy, his hand lightly tracing Luke’s naked hip.
“Are you still meeting your Dad for lunch tomorrow?”
Noah nodded. “I have to. Wish I could just stay here with you.”
Luke smiled, running his hand through Noah’s gorgeous hair. “Well, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he said. He paused, then spoke again. “What are you going to tell him? I mean, what does he even know about why you’re in New York?”
“Not much,” Noah said. “Just that I really liked the city when I came here on shore leave, and I decided I want to try living here for a while.”
Luke smiled bigger this time, relief washing over him as he heard an answer to the question he hadn’t been quite brave enough to ask. “So you’re planning on staying?” he whispered. Noah ducked his head a little, nodding slightly. “You know you can live here, right?” Luke continued. “For as long as you like. Forever, if you like. Rent’s not a problem. We can --”
“I can’t just live here rent-free,” Noah said, stiffening a little. “I’m getting a job, Luke. I can pull my own weight.”
“I know, I know,” Luke said reassuringly, stroking his lover’s arm, trying to bring him back. “We’ll figure it out. And we’ll figure your dad out too. You don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to tell him, and you don’t have to make any big decisions tonight. Just stay, okay? Just tell me you’ll stay.” Luke had moved closer to Noah now, and he kissed his cheek, his forehead, his chin. He felt Noah’s arms wrap around him, pulling him in close.
“I’ll stay,” Noah whispered. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
Luke knew there was a lot more they needed to talk about, and could feel from the tension in Noah’s body that he was more worried about his upcoming lunch with his father than he was letting on. But for now, he just snuggled in closer, letting himself relax into the warmth of Noah’s arms, saying a silent prayer of thanks to whoever had brought him home safely. Lulled by the sound of his lover’s breathing, and genuinely happy for the first time in ages, Luke fell peacefully to sleep.
Chapter 5