miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2009-01-15 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, ยป by: daifan |
Fic: 100 Years Chapter 2
Original poster: daifan
Can be read as standalone. And sorry, I just seriously don't understand tagging in this comm yet..
Title: 100 Years
Chapter: 2 - On Our Way Back From Mars
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex.
Word Count: 1,708
Summary: Bad sex and an undramatic marriage proposal.
Disclaimer: Not miiine. :(
100 Years
On Our Way Back From Mars
Luke was severely upset when his blankets attacked him. He had been dreaming of a wonderfully naked Noah, and now he was unhappily awake, blinking at the alarm clock that read four o’clock. Too early, thought Luke as he wrapped his blankets more tightly around himself, not allowing them to win this battle.
“Stop hogging the covers!”
Luke was suddenly twisted around to face Noah gave a particularly strong pull on the blankets.
“God, you always do this,” whined Noah as he buried his face under the comforter, shivering.
“Ah, so you’re my attacker,” Luke mumbled sleepily.
“What are you talking about?” came Noah’s muffled reply.
“Nothing,” Luke said, recalling his dream as he burrowed nearer to Noah.
Ignoring Noah’s objections, Luke pulled Noah’s covers down to admire the smooth and lean chest that lay there, lit brightly by the moonlight.
“You look so white,” Luke commented rudely.
“Oh, thanks, Luke,” Noah said sarcastically, covering his chest with the blankets harshly.
“No, no! Honey, it’s just the moonlight,” Luke replied, laughing. “We didn’t close the drapes!” It was true; through the uncovered window, a bright full moon could be seen.
Upset, Noah ignored Luke and moved around under their pale blue sheets, trying to find a comfortable position again.
Luke rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Noah, who was now facing away from him.
“You’re gorgeous,” Luke said. “In fact, I was just having a dream about you.” He kissed the nape of Noah’s neck.
“Good for you,” Noah responded. “Now go back to sleep. It’s a big day tomorrow.”
“Do you want to know what you were doing in my dream?” Luke asked seductively.
Having become so used to the habits of his blue-eyed lover, Luke could almost hear Noah’s internal debate. He decided to spare Noah the struggle.
“You were naked and telling me you love my arms.”
Noah laughed unexpectedly. “Just your arms?”
“Yeah. You also said you want to take me out to Denny’s some time.”
“Oh, God. What kind of dream is this? I thought it was gonna be a sex dream!”
“Me too,” laughed Luke. “You tricked me! Showing up naked just to tell me you want pancakes. Tisk tisk.”
Giggling his unique Noah-giggle, Noah turned around to face Luke and wrapped his arms around him. “If I want pancakes, I’ll just have my lovely little farm boy cook me up some.”
“No way!” Luke laughed. “Jeez, you make me sound like the good ol’ fashioned 50’s wife, Noah!”
“I doubt we’d do well in the 50’s, Luke, seeing as you’re more like my good ol’ 21st century, horrible-at-cooking, gay husband.”
Luke smiled at that. He liked to hear Noah refer to him as his husband, even though it was only ever jokingly. Pressing his palm flat against Noah’s lower back, Luke kissed Noah.
“I love you,” he said earnestly.
“I love you, too.”
That was enough for Luke. He rolled Noah onto his back and laid flat on top of him, kissing him deeply.
“Can I top you?” Luke asked plainly after the kiss.
Noah gave a severely surprised look but nodded anyway. Due to Luke’s extreme preference of the bottom, the number of times Noah had bottomed could practically be counted on two hands.
Luke pushed himself up onto his knees and pulled Noah’s boxer-briefs off quickly, enjoying the way Noah’s legs lifted and dropped awkwardly. After sitting again, Luke pulled away his own underwear and received a gasp from Noah.
“You’re already that hard? What the hell did I do?”
“I don’t know,” Luke responded. “Maybe it’s the moon.”
“More like Venus.”
“Mars,” Luke replied.
“Yeah, Mars,” agreed Noah, his eyes full of lust as he scanned Luke’s body.
Their mouths met quick and sloppily, not at all soft like most of their kisses began. Luke plunged his tongue into Noah’s warm mouth, savoring Noah’s eager response. He felt his hair pulled by Noah, but was even more aware of Noah’s growing heat pressed against his upper-thigh. Luke adjusted himself so that their cocks met, drawing a deep groan from Noah.
“Lube,” Noah reminded, his chest lifting and falling heavily.
Luke rolled to the bedside and pulled the container from their sex supplies drawer, and then quickly returned to Noah.
He sat on Noah’s thighs as he lubed himself liberally for Noah’s viewing pleasure. Noah reached for his own member, but Luke promptly swatted Noah’s hand away, glaring. It was only after it was clear that Noah couldn’t bear to remain untouched that Luke brought his free hand to the base of Noah’s cock and began to work him.
“Me. Lube me,” Noah begged, arching his back.
“Shut up,” Luke demanded as he pushed Noah’s legs up.
After placing a spare pillow under Noah’s lower back, Luke began to lubricate Noah, and, once finished, placed Noah’s legs on either of his shoulders. The brunette howled in shock as Luke roughly pushed inside him. He quickly forgot his discomfort, however, as Luke began to rock back and forth and pump Noah’s cock.
Luke quickly picked up speed, enjoying Noah’s occasional wince of pain. At first, Noah held onto Luke’s back softly, but as Luke became more and more aggressive, Noah began to claw at his back, leaving pink whip-like marks.
“GOD, THERE!” Noah cried, barely able to contain himself. Luke slapped his hand over Noah’s mouth and continued to violently thrust into him wordlessly.
Luke moaned as Noah’s nails left a particularly large slash.
“I love you,” Luke panted harshly, staring into Noah’s face.
“I… Lo…Love you, too,” Noah said between gasps of air.
Suddenly, Luke bit down hard on Noah’s chest as he came, his growl-of-a-moan overpowering the sound of Noah’s climax.
They both lay there silently for a moment, enjoying the unique afterglow that followed unfamiliar sex. Luke kissed Noah’s cheek once and then began to tug at Noah’s dark locks, loving the way Noah leaned into the touch despite its somewhat violent nature.
“You look cool lit up by the moon,” Noah commented.
“No, no,” Luke corrected serenely. “It’s the light from Mars, the fire planet.”
Before Noah could remark on the strangeness of that statement, Luke kissed Noah softly and held his mouth there for a moment. Luke pushed Noah onto his side and spooned him.
“We need wash,” Noah said gently, just before Luke totally drifted into sleep.
“No,” Luke replied quietly. “I want you like you are now.”
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This time, Luke was shook awake. He was entirely unsurprised when he heard Noah’s voice call out, “Come on, Luke, get up! I have something for you!”
Luke opened an eye and saw Noah holding out an envelope to him.
“Oh, God,” Luke said, covering his head with his pillow.
“Oh, don’t be like that!” Noah snatched the pillow away from Luke and dropped it at the end of the bed. After giving his best sigh of exasperation, Luke moved to sit with his back against the bed’s mahogany headboard.
“I told you to forget my birthday,” Luke whined as he accepted the card from Noah.
“Oh, shut up,” Noah said, rolling his eyes.
Making an exaggerated ordeal out of clearing his throat and adjusting his seating position, Luke opened the card to see a generic “Happy Birthday” print and a small note from Noah.
Luke,
Thank you for letting me celebrate so many birthdays with you and thank you for always being there.
I love you,
NoahHe’s done better, thought Luke, a little surprised that card was all Noah had to offer. Immediately feeling guilty, Luke sat the card in his lap and gave Noah a big smile. “Thank you, honey. I love you too.”
Grabbing a glass of orange juice from the bedside table he’d set it on a moment ago, Noah held it out to Luke.
“A morning mimosa,” Noah said.
“No better way to start the morning,” Luke laughed, grabbing the glass enthusiastically. “Except with you, of course,” he quickly added.
Climbing over Luke’s legs onto the bed, Noah sat against the headboard and aligned himself with Luke’s side.
“Happy Birthday, Luke.”
Smiling as Luke took a drink of the orange juice and champagne mixture, Noah slowly voiced his boyfriend’s name.
“Luke. Hey, Luke.”
“Yeah?” Luke replied absent-mindedly, setting his mimosa to the side.
“Luke, look at me,” Noah said, sitting up again.
Luke turned his head toward Noah.
“Luke.”
“Yeah?”
“Luke…”
“Yeah?” Luke repeated, quirking an eyebrow at Noah.
Noah pulled a small black box from his pajama pants’ pocket, opening it to reveal a silver ring.
Luke stared, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
“Luke, will you marry me?” Noah’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed by fear and excitement.
Luke made a breathy noise as Noah held the box out closer to him.
“Yes. Oh, God, YES!” he shouted and pulled Noah to him strongly, the birthday card he had received pressed between them. Nothing could have made him say no; not their lack of their own money, not their young ages of 22, not even their occasional fight that led to break-up like conditions.
Having dropped the ring due the fervor of the embrace, Noah split from Luke and recaptured the box, taking the ring from it.
Luke’s left hand shook as he held it out, his right hand busy wiping tears from his face. A familiar callous hand held Luke’s gently, but the blond could not bear to watch. Forcing his eyes open, Luke noticed that Noah’s eyes were also wet. The dark-haired man inhaled deeply as he slid the silver band onto Luke’s ring finger.
Tangling their fingers together, they shared a brief kiss. After gazing into each other’s eyes deeply for a moment, they spoke.
“I want a summer wedding.”
“But winter would definitely be better...”
Chapter 1.