miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-11-29 01:57:00 |
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Original poster: indigo_5
Title: The Whole Wide World
Author: indigo_5
Chapter: 5
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: None.
To review: This is Chapter 5 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; Chapter 4.
The original story can be found here: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5.
Summary: Noah has a highly enjoyable morning with Luke, followed by an eventful lunch with Dad.
Notes: I’m back! And so is this story. Hope you enjoy the new chapter. Feedback please, please, please!
Luke woke up slowly, rubbing his eyes, finally opening them to see the late morning sun shining through the window. He had slept well, and long, for the first time in months. Stretching his arms overhead, he grinned happily and turned to his side. The space next to him was empty, and Luke felt a momentary flash of panic, terrified that he really was going crazy, that he’d imagined everything that happened the night before. But then he heard the shower running, and laughed at himself, lazily pulling himself out of bed.
He walked into the bathroom and pushed open the shower curtain, delighting in the sight of Noah’s gorgeous naked body turning towards him, a happy smile on Noah’s face. “Morning,” Noah said, as Luke stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind him.
“Hi,” Luke responded, joining Noah under the water and planting a kiss on his wet mouth. He slowly lowered his gaze, watching his hands play over Noah’s shoulders as the water dripped down his perfectly sculpted torso. “My God, Noah,” he murmured. “You should never wear clothes.”
Noah chuckled. “Is that an invitation?” he asked, his voice low and sexy, and that was all it took to rev Luke’s libido into overdrive again. He pushed Noah back against the tile, holding his wrists to his sides, grinning a devilish grin as he pressed against Noah and leaned their foreheads together.
“Yes,” he growled, watching Noah’s eyes go dark with lust, and he covered his mouth in a deep kiss. When it broke, he began kissing Noah’s jaw, still gripping his wrists, thrilling to the sound of Noah’s breathing coming faster. “Didn’t you have a dream like this?” Luke whispered into his lover’s ear, biting gently on the earlobe before kissing his way down the side of Noah’s neck.
“Well… ahh… not exactly like this,” Noah panted, leaning his head back against the tile as Luke kissed lower, leaving little bites as he went, tracing Noah’s pecs and abs with his tongue as he sank to his knees.
“I hope you don’t mind if I improvise a little,” Luke said, finally releasing Noah’s wrists as his kisses reached their destination.
“Not at ahhhhh…” Noah moaned, his last word trailing off as Luke’s mouth encircled his very hard cock. Luke began to suck, gently at first, pulling off every few seconds to plant a kiss on the shaft or flick the head with his tongue. Noah was going crazy above him, and Luke was loving every second of it. He had missed this so much.
He felt Noah’s hands on his head, the touch gentle, the breathing not so gentle, and he sucked a little harder, bobbing his head. Noah’s moans were getting louder now, and Luke decided to up the ante a little. Pulling off for just a second, chuckling briefly at the whimper this elicited from up above, he grabbed a bottle of shower gel from the side of the tub and squirted a generous portion over both hands, gripping the base of Noah’s cock with his left and beginning to jerk it as he slid the head back into his mouth. Noah was panting now, his fingers firm on Luke’s scalp, as Luke grazed Noah’s hip with the fingers of his right hand and traced a path all the way around behind him. He pulled off again, looking up, making sure Noah wasn’t too sore for this after the enthusiastic romps of the night before, but Noah’s head was bent down towards him, mouth open, nodding, gasping for air. He slipped a finger into that tight heat just as he sucked Noah into his mouth again, and Noah groaned loudly. God, he would never get tired of the sounds that came out of this man.
“Fuck,” Noah moaned, pushing his ass back against Luke’s hand, and Luke decided to take Noah up on the invitation and slide another finger inside. He was bobbing his head fast now, knowing Noah was close, desperate to make him come, loving the power he had on his knees. “Luke… God… yes, Luke, oh my God… OHH!” Noah’s hips spasmed as Luke’s mouth filled with warm fluid, and he kept sucking, pressing his fingers deep, swallowing everything Noah had to give.
Finally, he pulled off and pulled out, looking up at Noah, who was a quivering mess, his head leaned back against the tile, eyes closed, mouth open. He suddenly remembered how Noah’s dream had actually gone, and he absolutely needed to make that a reality.
Luke stood up, placing his hands on Noah’s waist, turning him towards the wall. Noah’s head turned back over his shoulder and Luke caught his gaze, making sure he wanted it like this, and Noah answered his silent question before he asked it. “Fuck, yes,” Noah said, sliding his hands up onto the tile.
At the edge of losing control himself, Luke pressed close behind him, sliding the remaining shower gel over his own cock and easing it into Noah, who groaned and rolled his head back, pushing into the wall, taking him deep inside.
“Oh, God, Noah,” Luke said as the amazing tightness enveloped him. He began to push in, kissing Noah’s shoulder, gripping his hips. “You feel so good, baby. I love you so much.”
Noah pushed back against him, moving with him. “Love… you… too,” he said. “God, Luke. More.”
Luke sped up his pace, sliding a hand around to Noah’s hard-on, which had never disappeared. He bit down on Noah’s shoulder as he began to jack him, thrusting fast now, matching every one of his lover’s moans with one of his own. “Gonna come,” he managed, as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls.
“Me… too… God, YES!” Noah’s ass clenched around Luke’s cock as he shot his load onto the shower wall, and Luke cried out at the intense pressure and came deep inside of Noah.
They leaned together, shaking, coming back to themselves, and Luke sprinkled Noah’s shoulder with kisses. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you, love you, love you.” He slipped out, and Noah turned around, drawing Luke into his arms, kissing him deeply.
“Love you too,” Noah said when the kiss broke. “Love you too.”
****
Noah was quiet as he pulled a fresh t-shirt over his head, thinking how strange it felt to be wearing something other than his uniform. He glanced over at Luke, who was buttoning up his jeans, naked from the waist up, a few droplets of water still clinging to his chest. God, he’s beautiful.
Luke looked up and caught him staring, and Noah felt his cheeks warm, turning away. “Enjoying the view?” Luke asked, sidling up behind him, a grin in his voice.
“Always,” Noah responded, turning to kiss Luke briefly on the mouth. He wanted to do much more, but with effort, he pulled himself away.
“What time are you meeting your Dad?” Luke’s hand was on his back now, strong, gentle, comforting.
“12:30,” Noah said, glancing at his watch, swallowing down the nervousness that was rising up already. “I’d better get going.”
He began walking toward the door, but Luke stopped him, turned him around, pressed him into a hug. “It’ll be okay,” he said softly. “You’ll be fine. Call me when it’s over, okay?”
Noah nodded into Luke’s shoulder, hugging him back. “I will. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Noah kissed him again, his nervousness disappearing for a moment as he allowed himself to savor the rush that came from finally getting to exchange those words so casually with Luke, after so much time of not being able to say them at all. He cupped Luke’s face in his hands, kissed him once more, and then picked up the spare set of keys Luke had given him and headed out the door.
****
Noah thought he had allowed plenty of time, but the New York subways were so confusing, and somehow he ended up getting on an express train when he needed the local, and then there was construction on the R line heading back, and in the end he ran into the restaurant ten minutes late. Shit. This was not starting out well.
He spotted his dad instantly, sitting at a table by the door, the only guy formal enough to wear a wool suit in New York in June. The Colonel stood up as he saw Noah, a familiar frown on his face.
“They didn’t teach you punctuality in the Navy?”
“I’m sorry, sir – there was construction on the subway, and –”
“You know how I feel about excuses, Noah. Just apologize and be done with it.”
“Yes, sir.”
They stared at each other for a moment, and then the Colonel reached out, pulling Noah into an awkward hug. “It’s good to see you, Noah,” he said, patting him briskly on the back a few times before pulling away and sitting down. “You’re looking well.”
The hug was over before Noah had a chance to react. “I – thank you, sir.” He sat down in the chair across from his father, and a silence settled over them.
“So,” the Colonel said at last. “You want to tell me what we’re doing here?”
“Sir?” Noah looked up at his father, genuinely confused. The restaurant had been the Colonel’s choice.
“What are we doing in New York?” his dad asked slowly, as if speaking to a small child. “What are your plans here?”
“Oh.” Noah looked down at the tablecloth, unsure what to say. “Well, I’m still trying to figure that out, I guess. There’s a good filmmaking program at NYU—”
The Colonel’s heavy sigh cut him off. “Not that again. I was sure the Navy would have gotten that nonsense out of you.”
Noah felt a little surge of anger flare up, but he pushed it down. “You know I want to be a director, Dad. I always told you that.”
“When are you going to grow up? You’ve taken yourself out of the military when you could have had a fine career ahead of you there. You won’t come back to Missouri with me, and you’re not interested in studying anything serious. Instead, you’re traipsing around New York like it’s some big playground, just because you spent one day here a year and a half ago and decided you ‘just want to try it out.’”
Noah felt his chest tighten as he listened to his dad, his nostrils flaring slightly as the Colonel quoted back the words Noah had used when he’d tried to explain this on the phone. Not just quoted, though. Mocked.
“You’re living in a fantasy world, Noah. Do you have a job? A plan? A place to stay?”
Noah’s hand tightened into a fist under the tablecloth. “I’m staying with a friend,” he said, forcing his voice to stay calm.
“What ‘friend’ do you have in New York?”
“I met him when I was here on shore leave.”
“You’re staying with some stranger you met a year and a half ago? What the hell are you –”
“He’s not a stranger. We’ve been writing to each other.”
“Writing to each other?” The colonel’s voice was getting louder now. “Who is he?”
Noah’s mouth was dry. This was going wrong so quickly. “He’s… his name is Luke Snyder. He’s from Illinois. He’s a student at Columbia.”
“And, what, he’s just hanging around the city all summer, spending his parents’ money?”
“No, sir. He has a summer internship writing for a TV show.”
The Colonel leaned back, glaring at Noah now, taking this in. “I see. The entertainment business,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Just like your little friend Gabe. Is that what this is?” Noah’s nails were digging into his palm now. He looked at the tablecloth, the walls, anything but his father. “Let me guess. Luke is the sensitive type of guy, artistic, an individual.”
With a deep breath, Noah forced himself to meet his father’s gaze. “If you’re asking if Luke is gay,” he said, “the answer is yes.”
And now the Colonel was leaning over the table, his voice quiet but deadly, his eyes cold. “You are not going to live with some goddamned fairy and go to filmmaking school, Noah. I thought the Navy would toughen you up, make a man out of you.”
“Oh, it toughened me up, all right,” Noah said, clenching both fists now, trying hard to push down the anger that was threatening to take over. The last time he felt like this, he’d had a gun in his hand, standing in a place very different from a Manhattan café. He had to get this under control. “And stop calling Luke names.”
The Colonel laughed, a short, humorless, barking sound. “You don’t tell me what to do, boy. You need to get your damned head screwed on straight. No son of mine is going to spend his time hanging around with a weak, limp-wristed fruitcake faggot like –”
Suddenly Noah was on his feet, slamming his fist on the table so hard that the water glasses fell over and the silverware jumped. “STOP CALLING LUKE NAMES,” he shouted. Forcing himself to pull back from the edge, he stared down his father as the light in the restaurant seemed to grow dim. “Luke is not weak. He’s not a faggot. He’s just gay. And so am I.” He stopped, breathing hard, watching his father’s jaw drop, looking as if Noah had slapped him across the face. Which Noah was very close to doing. “Luke and I are together,” he blurted out, barely able to articulate it, finding it difficult to think now, the blood pounding in his ears starting to obscure every other sound. “He’s… he’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’m not a boy. I’m twenty-one years old, and it’s time I began living my own goddamned life. And I don’t give a fuck what you think.”
With that, Noah spun away, knocking his chair to the ground as he ran out of the restaurant, hearing his father calling his name behind him, each shout angrier than the last. He reached the end of the block and kept running, pushing past the people in the street, running as fast as his legs could take him. His father’s voice was ringing in his ears, but so were other sounds, sounds that came from a place very far away and that had a habit of turning up unexpectedly in Noah’s head and terrifying him. He kept running, for blocks, miles maybe, until his lungs were bursting and his legs were burning and he had to stop. As he stood leaning against a building, eyes closed and chest heaving, no idea where he was, trying to get a grip on himself and on what he’d done, he felt his cell phone vibrating and pulled it out of his pocket. It was a text message from Luke.
“Love u. How’s it going? U OK?”
Noah closed his eyes again, thanking God for Luke, pressing the phone to his chest. “I will be,” he said to no one. And he hoped it was true.
Chapter 6