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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [atwt], fanfic: rating: mature, » by: chelseafrew |
New Fic: Experimentation
Original poster: chelseafrew
Title: Experimentation
Author: Chelsea Frew
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Noah pays Luke a visit. Touching and more ensues. (AU, given the episode of Nov. 14)
Warnings/Spoilers: None/Through Nov. 7 (Luke stands)
Notes: I wanted so badly to get this done before yesterday's episode, when I knew I'd be jossed. It was not to be. This needs to be considered an AU in which Luke stays in the wheelchair. My thanks to marzilla for the speediest beta ever.
Noah's class got out late due to a discussion on black and white versus color that became a little heady. It wasn't, however, so late that he couldn't still pay the promised visit to the Snyder farm.
It was less than a week until Thanksgiving, and the relatively warm days of late October had given way to a much more bitter cold. Noah pulled his jacket close as he hurried to his truck. The sun had long since gone down and the night sky was clear.
The drive took only ten minutes, and when he knocked on the door, Luke's father answered. "Noah. Hi."
Noah smiled. "Hi. I hope it's not too late. I told Luke I'd stop by tonight."
"He's actually asleep, but he'll be mad if I don't let you wake him up when it's not that late. Come on in." Holden stepped back to let Noah by. "He's on the couch in the den. Go on back."
Noah walked through the kitchen and into the den, where the television was showing a hockey game. Luke lay on his back on the sofa, legs stretched out straight in front of him, head propped up on three throw pillows. The hated wheelchair was parked squarely in front of the middle of the couch, right where Luke could reach it if he needed to.
Noah almost hated to wake Luke. Despite the small breakthroughs of the last few weeks--most notably that Luke hadn't given up on the physical therapy--Luke was still working really hard at dealing with the everyday reality of not being able to walk anymore. The physical therapy was grueling, and he was still bristling about needing so much help with things he could do by himself less than two months earlier. Right now, asleep, Luke looked more relaxed than he did awake these days. Noah crouched down by Luke's head and reached over to brush Luke's bangs to the side of his forehead. As he did so, Luke's eyes fluttered open.
Noah smiled. "Hey there, sleepyhead."
Luke smiled back. "Hey." He propped himself up on his elbows. Hoarsely, he asked, "What time is it?"
"About nine-thirty. I know it's a little later than I said, but I hoped it wasn't too late to come by."
Luke shook his head. "It's okay. I'm glad you came."
"Long day? You're not usually this exhausted."
"I went over to the rehab center for occupational therapy."
Noah grimaced in sympathy. "Not fun?"
"Less than not fun," Luke concurred. "I thought the physical therapy was brutal. This was just about as hard."
"Well, you'll have to show me what you learned."
"Not tonight." Luke's tone wasn't petulant--as it often could be lately--just weary.
"Not tonight, then." Noah's ankles were starting to burn from the crouch he'd gotten into, so he stood as he asked, "So, who's playing?" He gestured to the television behind him, on which was currently airing an instant replay.
Luke shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know. That was basketball when I fell asleep."
"Then what do you say we find something on that's not quite so sleep-inducing?" When there was no protest from the couch, Noah reached for the remote on the end table and did a quick scan of the cable guide.
Noah argued for an old black and white movie showing on the classics channel, but Luke said that would be more sleep-inducing than hockey. They finally settled on "Die Hard," which Luke declared was a classic in its own right.
"So, are you going to make me sit on the floor, or is there room on the couch for me, too?" Noah put the remote back on the end table.
Grinning, Luke said, "There's room. Just give me a second to situate myself."
Luke used his elbows to leverage himself into a seated position as Noah forced himself not to offer any help. Once Luke's upper body was upright, he moved first his right leg off the sofa, then his left. Finally, he twisted himself so he was facing forward. Noah's heart broke a little at the effort Luke needed to put into what should have been a simple maneuver.
Luke patted the empty area to his left. Before sitting, though, Noah pointed to the wheelchair. "Can I move it to the side?"
"Sure. So long as you'll get it for me before you leave so I'm not stranded."
"Of course," Noah agreed, and he moved the chair to the end of the couch. Then he sat down in the spot Luke had designated for him. Turning to face Luke, he said, "Hi."
"Hi."
Somewhat instinctively, Noah checked to make sure they were alone before leaning forward to press his lips to Luke's. The kiss started off small, but they had both been hungry for this for days, so it didn't take long for the kiss to grow deeper, more passionate. Noah wanted to inhale Luke, and this was as close as it got.
When they separated to get some air, Luke smiled and said, "I never thought I'd be making out while 'Die Hard' was on."
"Well, then, that's one dream you can cross off your list."
Luke chuckled. "Yeah, that was right up there with winning an Oscar."
Out of nowhere, someone who was neither Noah nor Luke cleared his throat. Luke and Noah simultaneously whipped their heads around to find Holden standing behind the sofa.
Noah inched a little bit away from Luke, but not so far that he wasn't still within touching range. It wasn't like Luke's dad didn't know he and Luke were together.
"Hi boys," Holden said casually, as if he hadn't almost caught them playing tonsil hockey. "How's it going?"
"Just fine, Dad," Luke responded maybe a little too brightly.
"I was thinking I might go ahead and hit the hay. Emma and the girls will be back from their trip tomorrow, and I want to be rested. Do you think you'll be okay to get to bed by yourself when you're ready?"
Noah did not miss the blush which crept up Luke's cheek as he replied, "Yes."
Holden nodded. "Great. And you know where to find me if you do need me."
"Sure, Dad. Night."
"Night. Night, Noah."
"Good night, Mr. Snyder."
Just like that, then, it was just the two of them once again.
"Okay," Noah said incredulously while something on the television blew up.
"Okay what?"
"He went to bed. We're alone."
Luke's smile was lascivious.
Noah shook his head. "You don't think it's a little odd?"
"What I think is that he thinks because I'm…paralyzed--" the word was still so awkward, "--nothing will happen," Luke explained.
"Oh."
Luke smiled again. "That may not be entirely true."
Noah raised his eyebrows in question. "Oh?"
"I haven't really had a chance to test that theory." He raised his own eyebrows suggestively.
"I don't know, Luke."
"Don't know what? Whether you can do anything with my dad in the house or whether you can do anything with me now that my legs don't work?" There was that petulant, self-pitying tone; Noah hadn't heard that tone in a week, but should have known it wasn't completely gone.
"Luke," he said firmly. "Do we really need to have this conversation for the, what, hundredth time? I'm here. I'm here with you. I want to be here with you."
"Then what is it?" Luke pressed.
"Well, your dad is in the house, but more importantly, you've been out of the hospital barely a month. Are you sure it isn't a little soon for experimentation?"
Luke shook his head violently. "No. Noah, I miss touching you. We'd barely just gotten together when this happened." He gestured to his legs. "I was ready for more then. I'm ready for more now."
"I was, too," Noah admitted.
"Was what?"
"Ready for more," Noah clarified.
"And now?"
Noah didn't say anything right away. He needed a moment to sort through his thoughts and the right way to express them.
"Noah?"
Noah twisted on the couch so he was facing Luke completely. Pointedly, he touched the top of Luke's thigh. "How's this going to work?"
Luke shrugged. "I don't really know. I was hoping we could find out together."
Slowly, Noah nodded. "Okay. On one condition."
"What?"
"That we go slow."
Luke smiled softly. "Slow is all I can do these days."
Noah had no more words, so he reached out to take Luke's face in his hands and pull him in for a kiss.
They hadn't gotten to do much more than kiss before Luke had been hurt, and Noah had been okay with that, since the whole being gay thing had been so new for him. But now…. Now he found himself wanting more.
He moved off Luke's lips down to his throat, kissing a trail down to the collar of Luke's long-sleeved t-shirt. "Can you feel that?" he murmured against Luke's shoulder.
"Oh yes," Luke moaned.
"This shirt has got to go," Noah told him next, tugging on the sleeve of the offensive object.
"By all means. Yours, too."
In seconds, both Luke's shirt and Noah's were in a pile in front of the sofa.
Luke put a warm hand in the middle of Noah's chest while Noah returned to his exploration of Luke's upper body. He kissed his way from Luke's shoulder over his collarbone and down to his chest. Luke threw his head back in what Noah prayed was pleasure.
Noah brought a finger up to trace Luke's right nipple. "Can you feel that?"
Luke nodded, and reached out to copy what Noah was doing to him on Noah's chest. "How about you?"
Noah's cock twitched at the touch. "Yes," he hissed. He became even harder when Luke leaned over and kissed Noah's shoulder.
Noah wanted to move further south, but he would have been lying if he said the idea didn't scare him. He knew it scared Luke, too, though, and maybe together it wouldn't be quite so scary.
"Where does it stop…?" Noah trailed off, unable to make the question leave his lips.
Luke caught on anyhow. He took Noah's left hand in his right and guided it to a spot on Luke's hip just above the top of his jeans. "Right there. I can feel this," he lifted their joined hands about an inch, "but not this." He lowered their hands about two inches.
Noah took a chance, then, and he scooted back on the sofa enough that he could lean forward and kiss the spot where Luke had just told him he still had sensation. Luke bent to kiss Noah's head, running a hand gently through Noah's hair.
When Noah lifted his head, he was met with a warm gaze and a genuine Snyder smile. He kissed the smile, more than once. Then, since his first effort at risk-taking had been so successful, Noah decided to try another. He reached for the button at the top of Luke's jeans.
Luke pressed his hand down on Noah's to stop him, though. "No, Noah. Not yet."
Noah nodded his understanding. "Okay."
Luke touched the button at the top of Noah's jeans. "You, however, look a little uncomfortable."
Now that Luke said something, Noah was able to focus on the fact that the front of his jeans were definitely on the tight side just then.
"Why don't you let me help you with that?" Luke didn't wait for a response before he unbuttoned and unzipped Noah's jeans. When Luke snaked his hand inside Noah's boxers and landed on Noah's cock, he nearly jumped right out of his skin. He'd never in his life felt anything like this before. Ever.
"Luke," he breathed.
"Can you feel that?" Luke whispered.
Noah pulled Luke's hand away and laced his fingers through Luke's.
"What?"
Noah shook his head. "It doesn't seem fair. If you can't…."
Luke started to take his hand away, but Noah held on tight. "No, Luke. Not yet."
Luke stopped pulling away.
Noah kissed Luke's fingertips. "Slow, remember? We have time."
Luke nodded.
"For now, let's just stick to areas where we can both feel. I think that still gives us plenty to work with."
"If you're sure…." Luke tilted his head in the direction of Noah's still-throbbing erection.
"I'm sure."
Luke used his free hand to trace Noah's nipples once again. "I can't remember. Can you feel this?"
The touch sent a shockwave straight down. "Good God, Luke!"
"Shh! Unless you want to give a show to my dad, you need to stay quiet." Luke did not help Noah in this endeavor, however, when he brought his other hand up so he could trace both of Noah's nipples at once. Noah had to bite his bottom lip to stay silent.
After a moment, Noah regained enough of his composure to bring his own hands up to once again mirror what Luke was doing. He noticed that Luke was doing a little lip biting of his own.
When Noah had memorized the feel of Luke's chest under his fingertips, he pulled Luke to him for another deep kiss. And when Luke pushed his tongue into Noah's mouth, Noah came.
It took every ounce of self-control he had left to keep from screaming Luke's name. This was nothing like it had been with Maddie. That had been good, but this was about a hundred times better. It was wave after wave of pure ecstasy, and he closed his eyes tight to savor each millisecond.
When he opened his eyes he found Luke watching him intently, a smile playing on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. "So, was that good for you?" he asked, clearly amused.
Noah could only nod at first, then he was able to ask, "You?"
Luke shook his head.
A little of the warm feeling seeped from Noah's body. It must have showed on his face because Luke immediately gathered Noah's hands in his and said, "It's okay."
"No, what it is is unfair."
Luke shrugged. "It's the way it is. We'll figure it out. Like you said, we have plenty of time. It's enough for right now that this works for you."
"Are you sure?"
Luke nodded. Noah leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Luke's lips. "Luke, I love you."
The smile which lit Luke's face could have powered an entire nation. "I have been waiting a long time to hear you say that. I love you, too."
Noah offered another kiss before saying, "I'm going to, um, clean up, then we can finish watching this movie. I'm not ready to leave yet."
"I wouldn't let you go even if you did."
Noah's grin matched Luke's. "I'll be right back," he promised, rising from the couch.
The words he heard as he made his way to the bathroom brought the warmth which had left him rushing back.
"I'll be waiting."
End (14 November 2007)