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Fic: The Interview (Part 6a)

Title: The Interview (Part 6a)
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Noah/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: Noah's running. Luke is hurt.
Spoilers: This is completely AU for the boys. So yeah, any relation to the story line is minor. Facts I kept were the Colonel, Noah's mom, and Oakdale. Other characters resemble themselves, but everyone, by definition is not quite him/her self.
Disclaimer: As I said, this is AU. The characters belong to CBS and P&G and possibly others, but definitely not me. That is the real travesty of all of this.
Notes: This part had almost no beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Jill, Darling, you were great as always. Thank you.

He threaded his fingers into Noah's hair, yanked his head back. "Say it," he hissed. The hand not scalping him smacked his ass. "Say. It."

"The best. God. The best. Please, Sir. Please." It hurt to say, even as act. He knew better, wanted more, needed ... He shook his head, reminded himself that he couldn't have what he wanted.

"Please, what?" Another searing blow landed on him, lower, almost on his thigh.

"Want you to fuck me, Sir. Show me what a real man feels like. Punish me. Teach me. Please, Sir."

"Good boy." The fingers slid from his curls, shoved his head lower, forced his shoulders and elbows to lock. "Don't move." He spanked him again. "You're so ready for me. You needed to be punished." Another handprint added to the countless others. Teeth raked his spine. "But you can have your reward now."

Muscle stretched and burned around the forceful intrusion of the cock impaling him. Noah bit back a scream, tried to adjust it to what might be a begging whimper. The plug he'd worn to prep for the scene aided, but in no way absolved him of the pain. At least Mark always came quickly. Noah adjusted his knees, rocked his hips back, squeezed. "Thank you, Sir. You're too good to me. To kind." Help me forget. Help me forget. Please, God, help me forget.

"Damn right, Boy." He shoved forward, buried himself balls deep. "Don't forget it."

The drone of the hall light drills into his exhausted body. His ass, his jaw, his back, Christ, his nipples hurt. Tony and his buddies are nothing if not enthusiastic. The extra grand he earned for taking on three at once more than made up for wanting to sleep well into the next week. At least now he can.

John's hand stroked Noah's cheek. "You're so beautiful like this. So beautiful all full of me. Taking me all in." He fucked forward, slow and deliberate. "The way you get on your knees. The way you swallow me down." He slipped his finger into Noah's mouth aside his dick. "You only do this for me, Baby. Only what I can you give, right?"

Noah nodded, teased John's finger with his tongue stud before swallowing tight over the strawberry latex clad cock. He opened his eyelids as wide as he could. A lesson learned at the backhand of his father. Wide eyes didn't show tears, and, he could stare past the Colonel without him knowing. Noah cupped John's balls, stroked them. His jaw ached. Think of the money. Five hundred dollars. For five hundred, he could fake romance. For five hundred, he could do damn near anything. Noah coughed as John surged forward. Tears come, unbidden, but he attributed it to the thrust of cock on his gag reflex

He slumps in the stairwell. Exhaustion and hunger war with the need to get into his apartment. Would the landlord care if he slept it off in the hallway? He wouldn't be the first, or the last. The thought of going back to how he was - puking in hallways, passing out without knowing where he was - lets Noah tap energy reserves he doesn't know he has. More from memory than vision, he eases himself onto his floor.

Tony stepped into the alley, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He waved a wad of bills in front of him. "Passed my final exam. Me and a few buddies were looking to celebrate. We got a little something something, some booze, but we wanted a little more. Thousand bucks, a night at The Lakeview, some decent weed and alcohol. What do you say, Jake? It's a better deal than hundred dollar blowjobs back here. Not that you aren't worth every penny."

Noah's fingers slid over the money and counted it. "I don't smoke, or drink." He focused on the cash. "But I won't say no to being your party favor for cash like that." He peeled off a fifty. "Tell me the room number. I need to freshen my supplies and put on my party clothes. You can pay me the rest C.o.D. Deal?" Lube, prep, plugs, rings. This he could do. This he understood.

"Deal." Tony skimmed through the messages on his phone. "Room 302. Tell the front desk that you're there to see Tony Stark. We'll tell them we're expecting Jake ... ?"

"Jake Mayer. Tony Stark, huh? That's cute." The thought of flirting, of acting like he wanted it, turned his stomach. But money was money. He couldn't turn it down.

"I try." He winked. "We'll tell them we're expecting Jake Mayer. Half hour sound good?"

"Make it an hour. If I'm taking on more than one of you, I need to be well prepped."

Fuck. Someone rests, hopefully too asleep to fuck him up, outside his apartment. Back against the wall, knees bent, head resting on them. Noah pats himself down. Maybe his hallway robber won't look in his shoes if it comes down to it. He's fought off thieves before, but no way is that going to happen now. The hundred in his pocket would have to satisfy this guy. Maybe he'd take a blowjob and piss off? They could discuss why B&E, armed theft, or whatever else are stupid ideas later. Much later. When he wasn't so god damned tired.

Noah held the money between his fingers. "Whoever you are, it's your lucky day. Here. Take it. Don't care what you do with it. Drink it, snort it, hell, go buy a cup of coffee. I don't care. Just get away from my fucking door. I've barely been home in -"

"Seventeen days. It's been seventeen days, twenty hours and thirty six minutes."

Noah collapses to his knees. Luke's hair is a mess. His face is blotchy, worried. His lips are chapped and cracked. He's the most beautiful sight Noah thinks he's ever seen.

"Not that I counted or anything. Not that I waited, day dreamed ... Fuck. I am the stupid little kid you said I am." He smacks his hand against the wall, uses it as leverage to shove himself up. "This was stupid of me. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, I do know. But obviously I'm an idiot. You've done just fine without me, haven't you?" He scans slowly down Noah's body. "You've certainly been busy." He shoves his knit hat back over his hair. "Have a good life, or, whatever."

Noah reaches forward, grabs onto Luke's hand and refuses to let go. "You never should have come back -"

"We can at least agree on that." Luke shakes his hand. "Let go of me."

"No." Noah knee-walks forward, rests his head on Luke's hip. "No. Please. You don't understand. I didn't mean you should never come back ever. I just meant that I hate to have you see me like this." Noah forces himself to stand up. "Come inside, Luke. You look, fuck, you look like you've been bent over more times than you can count."

Luke winces.

"Hell. That was wrong. I just, please. Come in. Have a drink." He tugs harder than he needs to and watches as Luke tumbles into his arms. Noah swallows. "I bought hot chocolate after, umm, you know, just after. In case." He stares at his shoes. "In case I saw you again."

"Well here I am. Look your fill." Luke swivels out of Noah's grasp. "And you've obviously got all the engagements you can handle." He gestures up and down Noah's body for effect. "I can do this. I was going to be all suave, and ask if you wanted to do something with me. Maybe take in a movie or something. Then, if that went well and you said yes. I thought maybe we could hold hands, make out in the back of the theatre. From there, I thought I'd offer to buy you dinner, or offer you to buy me dinner. You be the working one of the two of us. From there I was picturing dancing in your apartment and taking you to bed. And in the morning, over breakfast, I was going to ask if you'd help me with a project I'm working on that would give you access to WOAK regularly and with limited restrictions." He shakes his head. "I'm an asshole. No," Luke holds up his hand. "Actually, I'm thinking that maybe you're the asshole. I'm just the dumbass who thought maybe he stood a chance."

The lights appear dimmer as Noah watches Luke's back. Let him go, Mayer. He doesn't deserve to put up with your shit. Let him go. He reaches out, doesn't beg. His words - You were the only chance - fail to reach over the shuffle of Luke's boots.

Noah swallows and turns to his door. His fingers hurt from their clenched position around his keys. His mouth fills with words unspoken. His heart and stomach war with emotions he can't identify. "Don't go," he whispers to his door. "Don't go." Louder this time. Keys in the lock, Noah moves to run. His body tries to revolt, but he runs, as best he can, to the stairwell. "Luke! Luke, please, wait. You're not a dumbass, but I am an asshole. Please." His voice cracks. He trips on his feet. "Come back upstairs."

Noah's breath catches when he sees Luke stop.

Luke doesn't turn around, but he doesn't forward. "Why?"

"It's not what you think."

Luke's laugh is brittle. He tips his head back, meets Noah's eye up and behind him. "You don't know what I think."

"You think I'm a jerk with the emotional maturity of a, a, something with no emotional maturity. You think I'd rather fuck strangers than accept a great offer from someone who might want to know me for more than my ability to give head." Noah chewed on his lip. "Am I close?"

"Surprisingly so." This time Luke moves, walks back to stand a step below Noah. "You forgot the part where I couldn't decide if I wanted to ask Roth to stick rat poison in your coffee or if I would rather have the joy of doing it myself."

Noah's nails bite crescent moons in his palms. "I haven't been to Java since -"

"Yeah. I know." Luke tucks his hair behind his ears. "You mentioned hot chocolate?"

"I did." Noah smiles. "I, uhh, need a shower, but if you can wait, maybe make yourself at home, for about fifteen minutes, umm, I could make some." He ran a hand down Luke's bicep, past his elbow, meshed their hands, palm to palm with fingers tangled.

Luke nods. "I can do that." He leaves his fingers in Noah's grip.

The next section


( 31 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 20th, 2008 08:31 am (UTC)
I;ve been dying for more of this for so long... Please tell me there's more on the way? Pretty please?
Dec. 20th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
i can't tell you - you're anonymous. Yes. There's more.
Dec. 20th, 2008 10:55 am (UTC)
Sigh. I love this Noah. I love this Noah so much but child always breaks my heart in these pieces.

The glimpses into Noah's work were heart wrenching. I loved how Luke was there waiting and just when I thought Noah was gonna let him go he didn't.

And this?

"I did." Noah smiles. "I, uhh, need a shower, but if you can wait, maybe make yourself at home, for about fifteen minutes, umm, I could make some." He ran a hand down Luke's bicep, past his elbow, meshed their hands, palm to palm with fingers tangled.

Luke nods. "I can do that." He leaves his fingers in Noah's grip.

Made my heart sing and me ridiculously happy. Them holding hands like that is just perfect and makes me all tingly. I love this universe so v.v. much. <3
Dec. 22nd, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)
I love this Noah too. I love him ridiculously. I'm glad thst I could make your heart sing. That's one of my goals in life.
Dec. 20th, 2008 01:02 pm (UTC)
Ditto to all the above. I am so caught up in this story. And I can't imagine how you fix this...poor Noah!!! Your writing keeps grabbing me by the throat. I too hope there will be more soon. Thank you!
Dec. 22nd, 2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Ideally there should be more soon. I talked with a friend and I actually know what's going to happen next. That always helps.

I hope if my writing is grabbing you by the throat, that it isn't hurting. :)
Dec. 20th, 2008 01:21 pm (UTC)
YAY!!!!! Oh I've missed my rentboy Noah :P

Luke waiting for him was just GUH, heartwrenching and sweet at the same time,

Gorgeous <3
Dec. 22nd, 2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Once I started writing this section, i realized how much I had been missing them as well.

Glad it worked.
Dec. 20th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love this story so much. But the boys in so much pain... I just want to wrap them both up in my arms and keep them from hurting themselves, and each other.

The scenes with the johns seemed real, and gritty, and awful but so good all at the same time. The scene with Luke was just heartbreaking. I felt Noah drop to his knees when he realized it was Luke at his door.

And this:

"You think I'm a jerk with the emotional maturity of a, a, something with no emotional maturity."

Oh, Noah. How can you be so adorable in such a terrible situation?

Love it. Thanks so much for this.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 02:45 am (UTC)
so a bunch of people have commented on that line, and i feel really embarrassed to take credit for it because the problem was that i ran out of suitable similes because i wasn't sure of Noah's life experience in a moment like that.

But I'm glad it worked out.

There will be more. Winter break officially begins at 3pm tomorrow. No school again until JANUARY 5TH.
Dec. 20th, 2008 02:52 pm (UTC)
very good!
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
thank you!
Dec. 20th, 2008 05:34 pm (UTC)
I just can't get enough of this story or your writing.

I've barely been home in -"

"Seventeen days. It's been seventeen days, twenty hours and thirty six minutes."

I loved this. Luke's been counting which means he's been there for seventeen days, twenty hours and thirty-six minutes. *sigh* that is so sweet.

"You think I'm a jerk with the emotional maturity of a, a, something with no emotional maturity.

I loved this sentence also.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
I don't know if Luke's been there for seventeen days, but he's definitely been counting. He thought, hell, I thought that Noah was going to strap on some sac and actually try to date Luke. It came as a big shock when he ran.
Dec. 21st, 2008 12:53 am (UTC)
Oh Monday, this is so heartbreaking, but sweet too at the same time. I love that we get to feel both guys' longing and hurt. I love that you had both guys stop and decide to stay for each other. <3 Lovely as always Monday.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
I'm crossing my fingers that maybe they get it right this time. Thrilled that you're enjoying it.
Dec. 21st, 2008 04:05 am (UTC)
My heart goes out to poor Noah. It sounds like he's been through hell. I'm happy that Luke came looking for him and decided to stay. I hope there are good things in the boys' future.

I just love this story! I can't wait for more!
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
I have a ridiculous crush on this Noah. A ridiculously stupidly huge crush on him. I don't believe in an unhappy ending here. This is fiction after all. So things will start to look up. Promise. Just not sure when.
Dec. 22nd, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC)
So beautiful, so happy to see more of this! Can't wait for another chapter.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
I can't wait to write another chapter. It's fun.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 08:45 am (UTC)
eee! It's great to see more from this 'verse. Really like this Noah and all his sex-ay pain and difficult-to-voice needs. Thanks for continuing it.
Dec. 24th, 2008 12:27 am (UTC)
Oh my goodness, I CANNOT believe I have not discovered this sooner. I always break a little whenever I read this. And you know I'll probably get really gushy again.

I could feel Noah's pain through the flashbacks about his "job." It's like after having Luke and what could resemble "normal," whatever else, is what he knows, and that just kills me.

And Luke's there? And he counted the time? I love, love that. It's so Luke. Luke's really trying, I can feel it, but then he saw Noah and what knowing that he'd been working, it's reality and it kind of hurts and I hope Luke can deal with that.

And this...Noah's breath catches when he sees Luke stop. I love that he holds his breath until he sees Luke coming back. It's romantic. That's what I love, even though it can be really dark and uncomfortable, you have this thorough-line of romanticism that just gets me every time.

And of course, the most beautiful imge of all...

He ran a hand down Luke's bicep, past his elbow, meshed their hands, palm to palm with fingers tangled.

Okay, I'll stop gushing now, but I still absolutely love this. ~Ali
Apr. 11th, 2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
I posted the new section, so now i get to work on Jilly :)
Feb. 2nd, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
Just thought I'd leave a comment here too. As you know I'm so in love with this story. This is so heartbreakingly good.
Feb. 2nd, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)
thanks, darling. probably i should get back to work on this. *smooches*
Feb. 2nd, 2009 06:45 pm (UTC)
Just want to say I am LOVING this story! SO GREAT AND HOTTTT!!! PLEASE update SOON!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! :P! :)! XOXO
Feb. 2nd, 2009 06:51 pm (UTC)
Re: HI!
Glad you're enjoying it. I've been thinking I'd like to write more and get over the angst for awhile. I don't LIKE angst. I don't know why I'm writing it. These two.

Comments are always appreciated me and remind me to get back to writing.
Re: HI! - david_james_gal - Feb. 3rd, 2009 01:32 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: HI! - nouveau_monday - Apr. 11th, 2009 10:27 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: HI! - david_james_gal - Apr. 15th, 2009 01:04 pm (UTC) - Expand
Mar. 8th, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
Oh my god, you need to continu this story and by you need, I mean I NEED you to continu this story lol
It's so good, you just can'T stop there
So please,pretty please :P
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