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Fic: The Whole Wide World, Chapter 6

Original poster: indigo_5

Title: The Whole Wide World
Author: indigo_5
Chapter: 6
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 6 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; Chapter 5.
The original story can be found here: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5.
Summary: A week has passed since Noah’s arrival, and some things are very, very good. And some things are not.
Notes: Forget the bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Feedback is my favorite thing.


Noah stared at the computer screen, turning the knob under his fingers one millimeter at a time as he cut the shot to exactly the length he’d been told. This was pure grunt work, just refining the pieces so the real editors could put together the segment later, but he wanted it perfect, wanted to prove to his bosses that they hadn’t made a mistake in taking him on. It was Luke’s connections that had gotten him this internship, and it had taken a lot for Noah to accept the help. But he needed to get his foot in the door somehow, and he knew he couldn’t turn down a single opportunity. This was a fantastic chance to get some real hands-on experience, and he would even be allowed to use the editing bay after hours to work on his own footage from the Navy, bits and pieces he’d shot over three years that might someday turn into some kind of documentary. Not one that Noah expected anyone else would want to see, but still, his first real movie, something he’d directed and created himself. And it was all due to Luke.

He’d been completely overwhelmed when he’d first started; Noah’s last experience with any kind of editing equipment had been three years ago, back in high school, and even then it wasn’t anything top-of-the-line. But now, after a week on the job, he was starting to feel like he was getting a grasp on what he was doing. His boss had even mentioned that he might have a flair for this work, a compliment that had sent Noah beaming back to Luke and kept him floating on air all day. He’d been worried that Luke might think it was silly, but Luke had hugged him so hard he actually lifted Noah off his feet, and insisted on taking him out to dinner tonight in celebration. Noah smiled again at the thought, and checked his watch, seeing that he had five more minutes before he could leave to meet his gorgeous boyfriend. He smiled even bigger as he allowed himself to relish that word. Boyfriend. Luke was his boyfriend, and he was Luke’s. It was Luke who had first used the word when he was introducing Noah to some friends of his in the writing department, and as soon as the word slipped out, he glanced quickly at Noah, as if to apologize, to make sure that was okay. But Noah had just beamed back at him and squeezed his hand. He wanted the world to know that beautiful Luke belonged to him, and he still couldn’t quite believe that Luke actually wanted him back.

Noah saved the scene he was working on, shutting the system down and stretching his arms behind his back. It had been a long week. The internship was only part-time and paid nothing, so he had quickly found a second job as a barista at a coffee shop down the street from Luke’s apartment. Their apartment. He took as many shifts as he could, trying to contribute as much as possible to the rent and expenses (it still wasn’t enough to cover half, but he insisted to Luke that he get as close as he could), which meant there had been some long hours this week, and many more to come. But now, it was Friday night, he didn’t have another shift until Saturday afternoon, and he was ready for a night out on the town with his boyfriend. Followed by some even more exciting action back at home.

Noah closed his eyes, allowing his grin to broaden as he remembered some of the antics they’d gotten up to in the 7 days since he’d arrived on Luke’s doorstep. Luke liked to sleep naked, and Noah had gotten so horny waking up next to that that he’d woken Luke up on two separate occasions with a surprise morning blow job. They’d fucked on every hard surface in the apartment, including a particularly hot session that very morning on the kitchen table. They’d been in the middle of breakfast when the need overtook them, and within minutes Noah was on his stomach on the table, legs spread wide, jeans and underwear hastily pushed down, Luke pounding into him, giving him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Just thinking about it was making Noah’s dick start to get hard, and he quickly got up, grabbing his keys and trying to focus his mind on something other than Luke so he could at least make it out of the building without embarrassing himself. He headed down the hall toward the elevator, still grinning. He wondered if he would ever get enough of that man.

So things with Luke were good. Perfect, maybe. Which was why Noah hadn’t wanted to ruin it by telling Luke about the things that were not so good in his life. Like Dad.

He’d filled him in on the lunch, of course. He told Luke that his dad had pushed him and he got angry, that he’d blurted out the truth and the Colonel hadn’t reacted well. Which was most of the truth. Or a significant part of it, anyway. He didn’t tell Luke about the phone calls, which had started out as an occasional angry voicemail and had increased gradually to a rate of 30 or 40 a day. After the first one made Noah so mad he’d smashed a water glass against the kitchen counter and badly cut his hand (he told Luke that was just an accident, of course), he’d stopped listening and just deleted them as soon as they appeared. Then, when the calls increased to more than one an hour, he’d just blocked his father’s number. But he knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, and the thought of what his father might do next sometimes kept him up nights. He didn’t tell Luke about that. Or about the other things that kept him up nights sometimes. Or almost anything about his time in the Navy at all. Luke hadn’t asked yet, seeming to be willing to wait until Noah wanted to talk. Which someday, he supposed he’d have to. But not yet. Not when everything was so perfect. Not yet. Not yet.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, closing his eyes briefly as he waited, his mind filling with images of Luke, his beautiful smile, his incredible body, the way he threw his head back when he laughed, the way his abs tensed when he was about to come. “Not yet,” he whispered, hardly aware that he’d said the words out loud. Please, God. Don’t let this end. Not yet.

****

As the maître d’ showed them to their table, Luke glanced at his boyfriend, hoping the fancy restaurant would go over okay. He knew Noah would worry about the cost, knew he hated when Luke took care of things financially. But this was a special occasion, their first night out together, the end of a successful first week at the job, and he so wanted to make it special for them. He hoped he had communicated that much to Noah, and it seemed to have worked, because although Noah had argued at first, he had finally agreed to let Luke pick up the tab this time. Now, though, as they settled into their seats, Noah was looking nervously around them, seeming quite uncomfortable in the luxurious surroundings. Luke reached under the table and took his hand, catching Noah’s gaze. “Is this –” he started to ask, but Noah cut him off with one of his gorgeous smiles.

“It’s perfect,” Noah said. “Pretty darned romantic, Snyder.”

Luke grinned, relieved. “Well, that’s the idea, Mayer. A man can’t subsist on burgers and Chinese takeout alone.”

Noah grinned back and leaned over the table, kissing him quickly on the lips. Luke was delighted at the public show of affection, something Noah had been gradually becoming more comfortable with. He picked up his menu as Noah did, but the choices all blended together. The only thing on his mind was Noah.

Luke was crazily, giddily, head-over-heels in love with his boyfriend, and he still thanked God every day that Noah had made it home safely to him. They could spend hours talking, more hours having amazing and passionate sex, and days at a time just being together, cuddling together on the couch or holding each other at night. Their lives were so busy right now, and he wished Noah wouldn’t work such long hours at the coffee shop, but money was the only thing causing tension in their relationship right now and so Luke tried not to push it. Someday, they’d have to have a longer talk about finances, but it wasn’t the time yet. For now, he was thrilled just to have Noah in his life.

He worried about him sometimes, mostly about the things Noah didn’t talk about. He knew there was a lot he didn’t know. But he figured Noah would come out with it when he was ready, and he wasn’t going to rush him. They had all the time in the world.

Noah lowered his menu, raising an eyebrow at Luke, and Luke suddenly realized he was staring. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his own menu again. But Noah’s hand was on his knee, squeezing, and Luke felt the shockwave travel straight to his cock.

“No problem,” Noah grinned. Luke looked up at him, licking his lips, and hoped the service wouldn’t be too slow tonight.

****

It had been a perfect dinner. Well, almost perfect. The food was great, the company was wonderful, and the little touches and kisses made it far and away the most romantic evening of Luke’s life. The only thing that ruined it was the homophobe sitting alone at a table across the room. Luke never quite caught him staring, but every time he looked in that direction, it seemed like the guy was just at that moment turning away, a sour expression on his face. Luke hadn’t pointed him out to Noah, figuring there was no reason the guy had to put a damper on both their evenings. He was clearly an out-of-towner, and the man would just have to get used to the way things went in New York City, where a gay couple could exchange kisses in a high-class restaurant and not be thrown out of the establishment. And if he couldn’t see how beautiful his love with Noah was, well, hell, it was his loss.

Luke looked once more in the man’s direction as they stood up from the table, but suddenly, he had disappeared. “What is it?” Noah asked, noticing Luke’s surprised expression.

“Oh, nothing,” Luke said, quickly covering. “I just thought I saw someone I knew. But it wasn’t him.”

“Not looking for new guys already, are you?” Noah teased, pulling Luke close to him.

Luke laughed, tousling Noah’s hair. “Sorry, I think you’re stuck with me.”

“Good,” Noah said, pulling Luke into a hug. “Now,” he whispered into Luke’s ear, “take me home and fuck me ’til I forget my name, will you?”

Luke swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush immediately to his groin. God. “You got it,” he said, pulling Noah quickly out the door.

****

Before Noah knew it, they were back at their apartment building, attacking each other in the hallway, so distracted by each other that it took several attempts to get the apartment door unlocked. First, Noah slipped his hands into Luke’s pocket as they passionately kissed, pulling out his keys and turning away long enough to try to slip the right one into the lock. But Luke was suddenly behind him, wrapping his arms around him, kissing his neck, and Noah just had to turn around in his embrace. Then Luke was pressing Noah’s back against the closed door, Fuck yes, and Noah dropped his keys, his hands all over Luke, pressing him closer, devouring his mouth. Luke bent to pick up the keys and tried the lock again, but Noah started unbuttoning Luke’s shirt, unable to wait any longer, lowering his head to suck on a perfect nipple, and Luke moaned loud, letting his hand slip away from the doorknob. Finally, Noah took the keys back from him and managed to get the door open, only to be attacked by Luke once more as they stumbled into the apartment, kissing furiously. Noah awkwardly kicked the door closed again behind them as they made their way inside, making it only as far as the sofa, falling on to it together, tearing at each other’s clothing. Luke was on top of him, shirtless, hard, aggressive, forceful in that way that turned Noah on so much he could hardly stand it.

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Luke said as he pulled Noah’s shirt the rest of the way off, his voice partially muffled by the skin of Noah’s neck. Noah could only pant in response, moaning incoherently as Luke’s talented hands made quick work of his belt. “Gonna fuck you hard, just like you like it. Is that what you want? Want my cock inside you, fucking into you?”

“Yes,” Noah groaned, his hands shaking as he pulled Luke’s pants and underwear to his knees and grabbed at his bare ass. “God, want you so bad.”

Luke rose up just long enough to pull the remains of Noah’s clothing completely off, then reached into the coffee table drawer to find the bottle of lube that they’d placed there earlier that week, the first time that they’d discovered that the bedroom sometimes seemed impossibly far away when this kind of mood struck them. He flipped open the cap and dove back on top of Noah again, covering his mouth in a passionate kiss as he covered his fingers in lube and slid two inside of him at once.

****

Noah moaned under Luke as the two fingers hit their mark, and Luke felt his own cock throb with anticipation. He had never felt anything like the overwhelming now now now now passion that overtook him on a regular basis with Noah, this insane need to be inside him right fucking now and causing more moans like the ones coming out of him at the moment. Scissoring his fingers once more, he pulled out and slicked some more lube over his cock, grabbing Noah’s legs to place one over his shoulder and wrap the other around his waist, a position they’d tried on a whim a few days ago and that had quickly turned into a favorite. Seizing his own cock with his right hand again and holding Noah’s ass firmly with his left, he pushed in past that tight ring of muscle and closed his eyes, relishing Noah’s gorgeous groan.

“Oh, fuck,” Noah was saying, one hand gripping Luke’s back, the other cupping his ass, pulling him deeper inside. The tightness was almost overwhelming, and the strength of Noah’s arms and legs pulling him close, urging him on was unbelievable. Luke began thrusting, fast, hard strokes that had Noah moaning louder, calling his name. “Luke,” he was saying. “Fuck, Luke, so good…”

“My God.” Luke and Noah both turned their heads to the door, shocked to see someone standing there, his hand on the doorknob, Luke’s keys still dangling from the lock. Even in his sex-addled state, Luke clearly recognized the homophobe from the restaurant, but didn’t have to wonder for long who the hell he was and what the fuck he was doing in their apartment.

“Dad!” Noah shouted, answering both of Luke’s questions at once.

****

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Noah’s heart was beating a mile a minute. He was pulling himself out from under Luke, grabbing at his jeans, pulling them on, his hard-on instantly gone as all the blood in his body rushed to his head. He could barely identify all the emotions running through him: panic, fear, shame, and most of all, anger. So much anger.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screamed at his father, running towards him and shoving him hard in the chest. “You think you can just barge in here like this? You think I’m some child who needs to be taught a lesson?” He was in the Colonel’s face now, shoving him again with each question, hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Noah –” his father began, his face angrier than Noah had ever seen it before. But Noah had absolutely no interest in whatever this man was going to say.

“Shut up!” he shouted, pushing him again. “Shut up! Shut up!” He had backed his father into the hallway now, and they were nearing the stairs. Noah was seeing red, barely able to control himself from simply pushing the Colonel down them. With effort, he lowered his arms to his sides and narrowed his eyes. “Maybe there was a time I would have hung my head in shame for you, Dad,” he said, his voice quieter now, but still edged with steel. “But I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m bigger and stronger than you are now. And you should get out of here before you get hurt.”

“Noah, what the hell is the matter with you?” Dad’s face was red, spitting mad. “What has this boy done to you? I don’t even recognize this… this thing that you’ve become. What kind of disgusting –”

“That’s enough,” Luke said, and Noah spun his head around, aware for the first time that Luke had pulled on his jeans and was standing quietly behind him, arms folded, staring the Colonel down. “You need to leave. Right now.” His voice was quiet, calm, and don’t-fuck-with-me firm. Like he wasn’t afraid of the Colonel at all. Noah stared at his boyfriend, his jaw dropping open.

“Don’t you tell me what to –”

“Right now,” Luke repeated, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. “There’s a police station just down the block, and they can be here in under a minute. I’m sure they’d love to hear how you got into this building.”

“Noah –”

“Right now,” Luke said again, punching the numbers 9-1-1 into the keypad and then pausing, his finger hovering over the send button. The Colonel stared at Luke, murder in his eyes, then shifted his gaze to Noah.

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, but he turned and walked down the stairs.

When he heard the building door close behind his father, Noah let out his breath, clutching the railing for support. The noises in his head were very loud now, and he was breathing heavy, but somehow having trouble getting oxygen to his brain. There was a hand on his shoulder, and Noah quickly spun around, throwing it off, nearly knocking Luke off his feet. “Get off me,” he choked out, feeling the bile rise in his throat. He was going to lose it, going to throw up right in front of Luke. He couldn’t let that happen. He turned away.

“Baby –”

“Shut up,” he said, more forcefully than he meant to. It was too loud in here, too loud, and not enough air. He had to get out. He stumbled toward the staircase, but Luke’s hand was on him again, and he whirled around again. “Get the fuck off me,” he shouted, lifting his arm to strike, and this time Luke did fall, landing hard on his butt and cringing. With a start, Noah realized he was still holding his arm up, his hand clenched into a fist, and the expression on Luke’s face was one of fear. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Noah couldn’t breathe. His vision was blurring, and he could already taste the vomit in his mouth. Unable to speak, he turned and ran down the stairs, nearly falling twice before reaching the ground level, pushing out the door and heaving the entire contents of his dinner onto the sidewalk. Then he was running again, his bare feet smarting as they hit the concrete, just needing to get as far away from this as he possibly could.

****

Three hours later, Luke lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been lying like that since Noah left, vacillating between worrying about whether Noah was all right and wondering what the hell had happened. It was beginning to sink in that there was a lot he didn’t know about the man he had invited into his life, and he’d seen a side to him tonight that he’d never expected. For an instant there in the hallway, after he’d pushed Luke away, there had been real fury in Noah’s eyes, and Luke had been sure Noah was going to hurt him. But then it had vanished, and Luke saw nothing but panic there. He knew Noah had been through a lot. But he didn’t know exactly what. And it was beginning to hit home that he really needed to know more than he did.

The apartment door creaked open and then shut again, and Luke lifted his head, watching Noah walk quietly into the bedroom. “Noah –”

“I’m sorry,” Noah whispered, lifting the covers and climbing into bed next to Luke. He was still wearing just his jeans, and he was trembling. Luke quickly turned to place a concerned hand on his boyfriend’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” Noah whispered again, kissing Luke’s face, drawing him closer. “I’m so sorry.”

Luke knew they needed to talk. There was a lot that needed to be said, and there was a lot he needed to know. But every time he opened his mouth to speak, Noah covered it in a kiss, and Luke soon found he needed this as much as Noah did. His body responded to Noah’s touch, pulling him closer, kissing him deeply. He tried again to protest when Noah started stripping off his own jeans, but Noah cupped his face in both hands, gazing at him, his expression so sad, so desperate. “Please,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.” They kissed again, and somehow Noah’s jeans were off, and he was turning his back to Luke, reaching into the bedside table for lube, preparing himself and then Luke, who was scooting closer to spoon behind him. “Please,” Noah said again, reaching back to grasp Luke’s hip, pulling him closer in. When Luke hesitated, Noah looked back over his shoulder, eyes pleading with him, and Luke gave in. He moved an inch further forward and pressed inside, pushing gently, clinging to his lover’s chest, as Noah moaned and moved with him, closing his eyes tight and turning his head forward again.

“Yes,” Noah moaned, as Luke gently made love to him. Luke kissed his neck, pressed his palm flat against Noah’s chest, pulled him closer. Noah’s hand was working his own cock now, the movements slow at first, then growing faster, his breathing increasing.

“I love you,” Luke whispered, and Noah came, a quiet gasp and a head thrown back. Luke thrust three more times and joined him, still clutching him, shuddering, holding him tight.

Minutes passed as the two men lay there together, just holding each other. Luke tried to pull out but Noah clung to him, keeping him inside. “I love you,” Noah said, clutching his arm, still looking away.

“I love you too,” Luke replied, and he knew it was true. But as he lay there, he wondered whether he knew the man he loved at all.


Chapter 7