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Not Broken (2/2)

Title: Not Broken (2/2)
Author: nouveau_monday
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Noah
Spoilers/Warnings: This spoils up to NYE but then derails because wanting more privacy and then deciding to take it slow does not fit well with the notion of a porn-a-thon.
Summary: Noah wants Luke desperately. Luke wants Noah desperately. Luke freaks out. Noah tries to be noble. Luke eventually has his way with Noah. Noah reciprocates. Happy endings for all.
Challenge: Written for the Luke/Noah New Year Porn-a-thon
Prompt: Gay Merit Badges and Private Parties
Part One, in case you missed it

Everything was so busy that Noah barely noticed the days after Christmas as he basked in the fun. It only struck him once he had to return to the dorms. It was awful. No one spoke to him; no one knew him; no one laughed. At least his roommate wasn't back yet. That was some relief. Fake conversation was worse than no conversation. It was like being on one of the bases. He kicked at the white washed concrete walls. His posters depressed him. Everything had turned dim somehow. Everything but the suit hanging on his closet door with the spare shirt and tie just in case they matched. He tugged at the damp ends of his hair. Matching with his date had been the point at the stupid military dances and that awful prom he wanted to forget ever happened. But matching with his date now, matching with Luke, somehow that seemed a little weird and not the point. They were different. They looked different. Luke was adorable and hot, and, hell ... Noah glared down at the towel around his waist and tried to think of those wretched dances and anything that wasn't the feel of Luke's skin or the way their mouths fit together perfectly. Not working. Not working. No time for a cold shower. Damn. He took deep breaths.

Getting dressed was uncomfortable but not awful. He frowned at the tent in his pants, grumbled at the clothes laying on the seat in his truck where Luke would soon sit. The cold air had its benefits and by the time he arrived at the farm, country music and anxiety made him not feel quite like himself at thirteen where a stiff breeze could make him, well, stiff. His tires rumbled on the driveway. He flipped the music off and clutched the wheel. A date, one out in public, not just a holding hands while drinking hot chocolate, date. Maybe now would be the time to be ill? But there was Luke waiting for him. Noah didn't want to disappoint.


"So was I leading too much?" Noah held Luke's hand as they walked out of the Metro.

Luke laughed. "No. Can you? Lead, I mean? Do you know how to dance?" He tugged at Noah to stay still so he could look at him. "You look amazing. Thank you so much. I know how big a deal this was for you. I'm sorry if I overdid it with the teasing. Maybe I was more nervous than I thought?"

"You're never nervous. And what you said was fine. You're right. No one did care. And I don't care if they do." He tightened his grip on Luke's hand. "I don't do well with crowds, with people, with dancing, but it isn't you, Luke. Really, it isn't you. I'm not ashamed or scared of you, of me, of us. And you, you're never nervous. You're incredible." Noah stepped closer to his boyfriend. "What were you saying about somewhere more private?"

Luke smirked. "Well, I do have an idea, but you might not like it."

"Privacy with you? I'd like any ideas you can suggest."

"Okay, well, I've got two." Luke stared at Noah's chest. "You could sneak me into your dorm room or I could sneak you back to my room at the farm." He swallowed and met Noah's eyes. "My grandmother said she didn't want you sleeping in my room, but I didn't really want you sleeping there either. And she's not there. The only person who might be there is my dad, and I've heard the stories of what he got up to when he was my age. Anyway, I told him to leave. I think he'll get the hint. We'd have the farm to ourselves."

Noah felt his face flush. "I don't trust my roommate not to return unannounced ..."

Luke tried to wait. He counted to three but couldn't get to five. "And my other suggestion?"

"I don't know. I don't want to break your family's trust. But ..."

"But?" Luke fidgeted.

"But the idea of time with you on the farm with no one else there. Yes, yes, of course, Luke." Noah hugged Luke to him. "Let's go."

They made small talk in the truck. The weather, classes, anything but the looming knowledge of the farm and Luke's room. Noah started sentences in his mind, but they all sounded stupid. He knew Luke was a virgin. He knew he wasn't. Would Luke want him to lead? What did he need? In the videos he'd downloaded, the books he'd read, what did they have? Should he ask Luke if he had anything? Was he being too forward to think they were going to do it? Maybe he should ask. Damn. He cleared his throat. "Hey Luke, umm, do we - ? Do you know what - ?" He slammed his hands against the wheel. "What do you want to do with this privacy? In your room?" He swallowed. "I sound like an idiot." He pulled over to the side of the road. "Look, I guess, I mean, if this goes ... somewhere ... do you have - ?"

Luke reached for his hand. "You don't sound like an idiot. Don't talk badly about my boyfriend. No one talks about my boyfriend like that." He slid his hands to Noah's face and pulled him close to touch their lips. "And I love that you're such a boy scout that you ask those things." Another kiss. "Well on your way to that merit badge."

Noah pushed Luke away. "You said it could be fun, but you're not answering my question. We should be safe. Both of us. I know you told me you were a virgin, but I'm not, at least not in the traditional sense." He ran his fingers through his hair, tugged at the roots. "I don't know where this is going tonight. I know where I'd like it to go eventually, maybe not tonight, but eventually. It's just, I wasn't prepared for it to happen. Tonight, that is. And I don't have condoms, or lube, or I don't know, anything. I don't even know what we should have." He glared at Luke's bemused glance. "Stop looking at me like this! Should I even be thinking about ..." His hands clenched. "Sex?"

"You can barely say the word, Noah. Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex." He bit Noah's shoulder. "Sex," he whispered in his ear. "You want me. You want sex. You want sex with me. And Noah, I want you. I've been dreaming about you and me since before Branson, but since then, since seeing you naked, you've filled my every waking and sleeping fantasy." He winked. "Sometimes it's you, Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger, but mostly it's just you." Luke rasped his tongue across Noah's jaw. "We're incredible in bed, you know. We're both very talented for this all being new to us. You, Noah, you're incredible. Very inventive. Come back to the farm, where I have condoms, and lube, and towels, and a shower, and a bed, and everything one could possibly need when having sex for the first, or nearly first time. In case you weren't feeling like a boy scout, I made sure to be prepared." He laughed at Noah's slightly agape mouth. "Can we go before someone gets back?"

"Right. Going." Noah shifted the truck into forward and slammed on the gas. The wheels screeched on ice and testosterone as they hit too fast too quickly. Both of them laughed, but neither spoke for the remaining ten minute drive. The light near the front door of the walkway pooled across the frosted grass. They were both breathing heavily. Their hands intertwined. "I'll get your door. Gimme a second." Noah peeled his hand from Luke's and stumbled out his side of the truck. He jumped at the noise of his door closing and nearly died from a heart attack before his sweating, shaking hands could unlock Luke's. "Do you need help getting down?" He offered his arms.

"You're always the gentleman. I'm not one to say no to that." Luke slid into Noah's grasp and shivered at the contact of their chests and thighs. "I love you, Noah. Kitchen first, while I check to see if dad got the hint and got out. I don't see any cars, so the coast looks clear." He ground his hips into Noah's accidentally-on-purpose. "Let's go." They tiptoed up to the door.

Noah caught the front door before it banged shut. One light in the kitchen looked sparse but encouraging. "Looks like no one's here but us," he whispered.

"We're in luck. Walk quietly just in case." Luke pushed Noah up the stairs in front of him. The cane made it difficult but not impossible, and watching Noah head up the stairs in front of him made it all seem worth it. God, he had a great ass. He paused, breathed deep. This was really going to happen. He, Luke Snyder, was finally going to have sex. With someone that wasn't his own left hand. How many condoms did he need? Would Noah forgive him for what he was about to do? Would Noah understand at all? Hell. Too late now. "My room's the second door on the right. Push it gently or the door squeaks."

Noah froze. Luke's room. Luke's door. Oh god. His stomach hurt. His dick hurt. Jesus, his dick hurt. His hands were sweating. Had he been this nervous since he was thirteen? When what's-her-face kissed him and tried to use her tongue. Noah shuddered at the memory. He gave his brain a mental bleaching and placed his hand on the iron door latch.

Luke pressed his weight against Noah's back, hand covering his at the door. "Gentle." He stood on tiptoes, balanced himself against Noah. "Very gentle. Like this." He opened the door with his breath held. "Light switch is on the right. Night stand straight ahead and then to the right. Bed is straight ahead." They blinked as the glow from the ceiling lamp scalded their eyes.

"And there it is." Noah stood two steps inside the door. He swallowed. His mouth remained dry. Luke's hands circled his waist from behind and lay warm across his stomach. Noah's heart beat faster. The bed was old, wooden, with posts and a scrolled headboard and the whole nine yards. There were pillows, lots of pillows, and a comforter, and a quilt Noah would bet was handmade. This was not a military or dorm issue bunk, light on frills and comfort. Something about this bed spoke of love and warmth. He inhaled. Luke's scent, his deodorant, his laundry soap, his very Luke-ness, seeped into Noah.

The vestiges of Luke's immobilization lay around the room. In the far corner by a door, a closet maybe, the wheelchair was folded up. An extra cane rested near the nightstand. On the bed, that incredible heart throbbing, breath stopping bed, were the rubber tubes Noah recognized from Luke's physical therapy sessions. Several were wrapped between the bottom legs of the bed. A heavier one with some sort of handle, was wrapped around the carved wood in the center of the headboard. He swallowed. Luke still had a lot to overcome. Noah had no business asking about condoms or lube or anything. He beat himself up again, and rotated in Luke's arms to return the hug. "Your room is amazing. It's so you. The basketball. The desk. All of it." He kissed Luke's forehead. "You're so lucky to have a room like this."

"I'm lucky to have you in it." Luke nodded at the bed. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink? I've got sodas in the fridge."

"You have a refrigerator in your room?"

Luke grinned. "The perks of being an invalid. The family wanted me to have all the comforts they could get me. So I got the dorm fridge." He shrugged. "I'm not going to knock it. Coke, grape, root beer or water?"

Noah sat on the edge of the bed. He took off his shoes so his footsteps would be quieter. "Water, I guess." He tugged at his tie until it was loose. Would taking off his jacket be too much? Fuck it. He didn't care. He hung the jacket over the post. Luke had seen him in nothing once before and his hands had, well, his hands had been everywhere for that brief moment a week ago. No one was home. How much time would they have. Dizzy with the memories of Luke on the sofa in the parlor, on the bench at the Snyder pond, Noah lay perpendicular on the bed. The mattress had just the right tension and the blankets curled around him just enough. He closed his eyes. "I don't need water as much as I need you." He held his left hand out and made a come here gesture he hoped Luke saw. His tongue felt too big in his mouth. Noah felt the bed sink slightly when Luke's weight settle next to him.

"That was the right answer. But I got you water as well. You might need it later." He placed the bottle on the bedside table, leaning his weight across Noah. "Let's get you comfortable, Noah. I've been waiting for tonight."

"Me too. I mean, I didn't know tonight would be tonight, but I can't stop thinking ..." Christmas day, that bench, Luke's hand Noah smiled as Luke curled into him. He played with his hair. "I don't want to rush you." His grip on Luke's hair tightened. "But a lot of me, a lot of me wants to roll you onto this bed of yours and get you naked." He continued to stare at the glow in the dark stars on Luke's ceiling. "I swear, it's all I think about. I feel like a pervert."

Luke purred. "I like perverts. In fact, I may even go so far as to say I love certain perverts." He elbowed Noah in the ribs. "I've been thinking about what you asked me before. You really are afraid of breaking me. At least that's part of it, right? You're afraid, because I freaked out about my legs, that we can never do anything again without me losing my shit and stopping. But I'm really strong, Noah. And getting stronger every day. I've been working on my dumb physical therapy a lot. You gave me the motivation." He licked his lips. "Let me show you." He laughed at Noah's puzzled look. "Then you'll have to believe me. I won't break. And I am so ready for you. For this. For us."

"I believe you, but you can't stop me from worrying." Noah kissed the top of Luke's head.

"I like that you do. Now, get up here. I only bite in that way you like." Luke shoved Noah so they were both laying the right way. "I'm going to show you." Luke tugged Noah down the bed. He bit his lip to hide his grin. Don't let him freak out. Please don't let him freak out. Luke slid off the bed. He pulled at Noah's feet. "Let me do this."

Noah propped himself up on his elbows. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up and lay down." Luke smiled. "I'm showing you I won't break." And you won't either. He crossed his fingers quickly. Before he could lose his courage, Luke pinned Noah's feet behind his therapy bands. "See? They're strong, aren't they." He twisted the handle to lock them. Luke met the moment of panic in his boyfriend's eyes and winked at him. He might have been drunk on his own cleverness if it weren't that he knew he was drunk on the sight of Noah's trapped body. Luke ran his fingers over Noah's thighs. Each shudder of muscle rushed desire into Luke's mouth. "You okay?"

Noah tested the restraints at the foot of the bed. His heart pounded. "Maybe?" He wiggled his toes. He could move those. Noah shifted his upper body. From the knees up, he had motion. Who needed blood anywhere else in your body, when it could all swell into your dick? What was Luke doing? He tried to sit up, but Luke placed a hand on his chest. Noah swallowed. Luke's smile - equal parts nerves, adorable and danger - rushed lightening through him. The calculated motions of Luke's fingers twisting figure eights over Noah's legs singed the blood from his brain. Jesus. Candlelight? Music? Who the fuck needed that? Why had he ever thought that was a good idea when they could have been in bed with Luke five days earlier? Shit. The romance and candlelight were supposed to be for Luke. Noah struggled to focus. Supposed to be about Luke. Noah sighed, trying to clear his brain enough to say something. Noah felt Luke's weight shift. Their legs intertwined. Noah flopped backward, arching his back for more contact, and not believing how stupid he had been Christmas day. He moaned when Luke's hands moved further up his thighs and their legs tangled more.

Luke took Noah's back against the bed as acquiescence. He pushed up Noah's shirt to admire his stomach. Impulse control is so overrated. He bit at Noah's hip, right above his pants before planting kisses above the buckle of his belt. Noah's fingers tightening on the comforter. The belt at his waist could work. Luke bit at his cheeks to hold back the sense of optimistic karma that this was so damned right. Noah's squirms and increasingly obvious hard-on made belt removal challenging but not impossible. The hiss of leather through metal sounded loud in his bedroom. He forgot to breathe. This was it. His hands shook as he undid Noah's button. Luke wasn't ready for the zipper quite yet. He ran his hand over the small patch of newly exposed skin.

"Your fingers are cold."

"They'll warm up soon enough." Luke began to unbutton Noah's shirt. Better than unwrapping a Christmas present. Half way up Noah's chest, he paused to absorb his pale skin and uneven breathing. He studied his boyfriend's chest like a blank screen waiting to be filled with words. Luke tongued from above Noah's navel to his breastbone. He bit - harder than intended - at that beautiful skin and sucked it past his teeth enough to bruise. Luke smiled at the whimper that escaped Noah's mouth and Noah's hands clutching at Luke's shoulder. He admired the dark red hickey. "God," he whispered. "I can't believe I just did that." He kissed Noah's bruised flesh. "Did I hurt you?"

"Let's try again and find out." Noah's voice sounded lower, breathy.

Luke tugged at Noah's tie. "This has to come off first." He refocused on the buttons of Noah's shirt. "And this." He laughed as Noah fumbled with his tie. "Let me." Noah lowered his hands. He reached for the tie while he met Noah's blue eyes. "I've never looked at ties the same way, since ..."

"Me too."

Luke unknotted the tie. He leaned his weight onto Noah, placing his hands on either side of him. His heart pounded like that moment in the studio. "I love you." More importantly at the moment, he wanted Noah. Luke opened his mouth over Noah's and melted into him. Warmth and wet and the familiar taste of his boyfriend hurdled down his body. Luke whispered he-didn't-know-what into Noah's mouth at the feel of smooth skin under his fingers. He pushed himself up enough to straddled Noah, nearly screamed at the feel of their bodies so close and so covered by clothes. "I said the shirt had to go as well." He undid the last button and yanked at the shirt. Noah's cheeks were flush with laughter as his arms remained tangled in the sleeves. Luke pinned Noah's wrists at the top of the bed with one hand and wrapped the shirt around them with the other. "Now you really are stuck. And I get to do whatever I want."

He slid his hands over Noah's arms. He bit the center of his lower arm and appreciated the tensing of muscle. He slid his body down to lick Noah's ear and bit at his jaw. "You really do like that, don't you?" His teeth grazed Noah's neck and latched onto skin above his collarbone. He swirled his tongue over the skin while he sucked it. "Mine." He inched his mouth lower to mark Noah's skin again. "All mine," he purred.

"Luke," Noah protested.

Luke's stomach turned to ice. "Too much? Too soon?"

"Too dressed. You're too dressed."

"Oh." Luke swallowed.


Luke knelt on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. He stared at Noah while he slipped it off. The draft from the farm and the heat from Noah's eyes clashed against him. His stomach tensed. "Better?"

"Much better." Noah reached for Luke but got tangled in his shirt. "God, I want to touch you."

"Not yet. My turn first. I have some ... stuff ... to make up to you." Luke kissed Noah's chest. "Lots and lots of stuff." He mouthed his way up toward Noah's heart and zeroed in on his nipple. He circled it with his tongue and listened to Noah's sigh. Each taste begged for another and Luke was more than happy to oblige. He admired the curve of Noah's stomach and nipped at his ribs. He listened to the stutter of Noah's heartbeat and stared down to the zipper of his pants. Now or never. His fingers hesitated. He bit his knuckle, took a deep breath. He lifted his head to scorch a kiss on Noah's lips. The desire in Noah's mouth curled into him.

Luke fumbled blindly for the zipper and pulled it down a millimeter at a time, tormenting himself as much as Noah. His fingers slipped into the space he created and he almost swooned at the sticky heat. He broke away from Noah's mouth to lick kisses down his chest. He returned to the hip where he started and bit again. "The one thing I regret, almost as much as screwing up our Christmas orgasms, was that I couldn't see what I was doing." He tongued Noah's navel. "Now I can." Noah's whimper shattered any hesitation or fear. Luke pushed back pants, boxers, sighed when Noah lifted his hips to help and then there he was. His mouth mere inches from Noah's dick. He sucked back the saliva that threatened to overtake his mouth. Jesus, he was beautiful. More beautiful than any porn, any boy in the locker room, any dick he had ever seen in a magazine or on the internet. He closed his eyes to burn the image into his brain. Luke swallowed. What if he fucked this up? Could you fuck up getting your dick sucked? Not that he had been on the receiving end ever, but basic mechanics and all.

Okay, so not the time for daydreaming. Time to get that gay merit badge he had been teasing Noah about earlier. He reached out and watched his fingers palm the velvet soft skin he'd only felt the week before. He leaned forward and licked a trail over Noah's erection, jumping as Noah's hips bucked off the bed. "Good?"

"So good." Noah fought with his impromptu handcuffs.

Luke swiped his tongue directly over the crown. He lapped at the bitter salt of pre-come and wrapped his mouth around his boyfriend's dick. The feel of Noah inside his mouth had Luke's balls screaming for attention. Why had he thought tying Noah up was the right idea?

"Oh my god, fuck, you feel, god, Luke. Shit. I should be touching you." Noah twisted his head against the pillow.

Oh right, that was why. Luke pulled away. "No you shouldn't. I should be finishing what I started. Without freaking out or being jealous or anything." He moved to straddle the part of Noah's legs not bound beneath medical grade rubber tubing. "Now let me."

He pressed his hands into Noah's abdomen to hold him in place and took him into his mouth again. He swirled his tongue, found that sensitive spot right there, and learned that maybe god liked fags after all because his gag reflex seemed non-existent. Luke breathed over the top of Noah's dick and wrapped his hand around the shaft. His own dick was hard enough to nail horseshoes. He melted over the moans and thrusts that he was capable of dragging from his boyfriend.

Pressure, warmth, wet, salt on his tongue, there was nothing in his world other than this moment right now. Luke's stomach clenched. He raked his hands around Noah's hips. His own moan vibrated around Noah, as his tongue continued to revel in the taste and feel of love and lust all spun together.

Noah tugged at the shirt binding his wrists until one managed to get free. He ripped at the shirt and threw it off the bed. His head spun. His chest hurt from breathing and not breathing and wanting. God, how he wanted. He reached for Luke's head, wrapped his fingers in his hair. The tightening of Luke's throat around his dick had his balls nearly crawling into his chest. That familiar rush of imminent sensations clanged in his sex-fogged brain. He fumbled for Luke's hands at his hips and squeezed. "Coming. Luke. Really soon." Luke's mouth hesitated and then he laced his fingers with Noah's. Noah fell back against the bed, eyes closed. He groaned. Luke wasn't going to stop, was going to ... "Oh fuck, now, now, now."

Luke's tongue pressed under the crown of Noah's dick. Noah fingers felt empty as Luke pulled his left hand away, but he forgot that soon enough as those fingers wrapped around his shaft. He arched into the heat of mouth and the safety of his hand and every aching moment of need came spurting out of him. Tears stung his eyes. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. There were no words to describe what he felt as Luke swallow everything inside him.

He clutched at Luke's shoulder, barely able to speak. "Please," Noah whispered. "I need you up here with me. Please."

Luke flexed his back. He paused, savoring the taste of Noah on his lips, and heard the pain in his voice. He cringed. Oh shit, I hurt him. Luke pulled himself up the bed and into Noah's arms. "Did I do something -"

"Something wrong? No. Something so right." He dashed at the tears on his face. "Just let me be a loser for a moment and kiss me."

Luke wrapped himself around Noah. "You're not a loser, you idiot." He poured himself into Noah's mouth. His jaw ached slightly and his lips were bruised, but he felt so good. Better than every before or probably ever  again, even with a hard on that might strangle the life out of him. It only got worse as Noah sucked on his tongue. They paused to breathe and Luke laid his forehead against Noah's. "I love you so much."

"Me too." He rubbed the tension at Luke's shoulders, smiled at the purr Luke exhaled. "My turn."

Luke tensed.

"You don't want me to? It sure feels like you do." Noah reached toward Luke. "But you're still wearing too many clothes. Take them off. I'd help you," he stuck out his tongue, "but I'm somewhat tied up."

"You managed to get your hands free. Who knew you were so clever with knots?" Luke snagged Noah's wrists and held them.

"You're trying to distract me. What's wrong?"

Luke curled himself up into Noah's chest. His dick throbbed, but so did his legs. "It's not you I'm trying to distract. It's me. My legs hurt when I lie down and I don't want to be in pain when you, when we, well, when it happens."

Noah laughed. His eyes lit up. "It happens? It happens? You can't even say it. Blow job, blow job, blow job. Tonight even I can say that. And you don't have to lay down. Come here." He kissed Luke's forehead.

Luke's face scrunched. He punched at Noah's arm. "Come where? Here. I probably could."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Luke's face flushed.

"But?" Noah tugged at Luke. Months of masturbatory fantasies blazed across his mind. "Get up here. Just kneel next to me for a second." How was Luke still wearing clothes? No candles, no romance, and he'd had his dick sucked first. He was a lousy boyfriend. This had to stop. "Let me do this." He managed to sit up, no easy task when his head still spun, his legs didn't move, and his spine had melted into oblivion. He panicked for a moment, then remembered why his legs weren't moving. Was this what Luke had felt all the time? Jesus. He reached for Luke. Oceans of desire threatened to overwhelm him again. "Please Luke," Noah swallowed. "Let me love you."

Luke froze. His hands clenched the sheets. His chest heaved as he shuddered. He knelt on his legs. Head back. Eyes closed. Noah wanted to see Luke's eyes, wanted to know that Luke understood what he was asking. Not the sex - okay not just the sex - but the feelings, the closeness. The promised vision of Luke writhing above him made Noah not even care about how much of a girl he sounded like. He swallowed again and slipped the button of Luke's pants. The zipper came next. Noah heard Luke inhale but he didn't move. "Is this okay?"

Luke nodded, but still didn't meet Noah's gaze.

"Really?" He hugged Luke close. "Because, I'm not going to force you."

Brown eyes opened and Noah breathed a sigh of relief. "I think I'm scared."

"You're scared? Do you have any idea how you make me feel? Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll never be able to love you enough, that there isn't enough love in the world."

"That's the first time you've said that," Luke whispered.

Noah flushed. "I know, and that's so wrong." He cupped Luke's face in his hands, stared into his beautiful eyes. "I love you, Luke Snyder." He smiled. "God, I do. I do love you." He slid his hands down to Luke's shoulders, admired the muscles even more developed since his dad had ... Noah banished the thought.  His fingers traced from shoulder to chest. He leaned forward to lick Luke's nipple. "I love you so much, but right now, I want you." He nipped at his collarbone. He wanted to touch him, taste him, bite him, suck him until there was nothing left. "I want you naked. Now."

Something in Noah's voice must have convinced Luke he was telling the truth. Luke tumbled himself backward to aid in Noah's desires. "All of a sudden, my legs don't hurt."

"Mine are starting to," Noah admitted. He grabbed Luke's wrists. "No, don't. I can handle it. And it doesn't interfere with what I want to do." He peeled back Luke's pants and nuzzled at the trail of hair that beckoned like a blonde arrow. Luke smelled like the farm, and the ocean, and himself magnified. Noah breathed in the scent. He figured he could bottle and sell as Lust on the open market and be a millionaire. He tugged a bit harder at the black material. “Off.”

For a man with sore legs, Luke could move really fast when he wanted.

Noah lay back down. “Come here.” He gestured toward his chest.

“Where would here be?” Luke bit his lip.

“Here, Luke.” Noah blushed. “You said your legs hurt if you lie down, so don’t lie down. Just,” he waved his hands abstractly, “Straddle me.” He hadn’t looked at Luke undressing, hadn’t touched immediately when he removed his pants. He closed his eyes. Was he going to have to beg, again? “I won’t break,” Noah promised. “And this way, you won’t either. So get yourself up here.”

Again, Luke complied.

Noah whimpered at the tough of Luke’s legs against his skin. Who ever said body hair wasn’t hot was dumb. Luke wrapped himself around Noah like Noah imagined he might ride a horse, only nervous. Noah reached for his boyfriend and finally let his eyes admire all Luke had to offer.

Noah’s dick throbbed all over again, begging to find a way back to heat, warmth, wet, pressure. He wanted out of the restraints so he could roll Luke onto his stomach and fuck him until they both passed out. He wanted to find that mysterious way of crawling into Luke’s skin the way he had poured himself into Luke's mouth. That one he knew how to do.

His fingers were tentative at the first stroke. He feathered his hands down Luke’s chest, down his trail, before coming to rest against his dick. So smooth, and so hard. Different from himself and so very fucking sexy. He experimented with wrapping his fist around Luke. He moved slowly and watched as Luke gyrated against him. He listened as Luke’s breath unravel. Luke didn’t even seem to notice how much strength his legs had. And still, he hadn’t come close enough. Noah bent his hands around Luke’s waist and encouraged him closer. “Rest your head against the headboard.”

Luke blinked. He looked at Noah, looked at the headboard, looked back at Noah. His eyes glazed. He licked his lips.

“Yeah Luke, like that,” Noah answered his unspoken question. He encouraged Luke further up the bed, kneaded at his lower back, bribed him with almost kisses and a wet finger lightly zig-zagged across his dick. The movement wasn’t graceful, could have been smoother, but suddenly it worked. Luke’s legs were somehow near Noah’s head and then, oh god, Noah could finally reach him. Noah’s toes curled at the site of Luke above him. Luke's hands fisting into the scroll work at the headboard. His eyes staring down to meet Noah’s.

All Noah could do was bend forward and tongue at Luke’s erection. He shifted to take in more of him, nearly choked in an attempt to swallow him whole. He arched his tongue and licked at the underside of Luke’s dick. Luke’s legs pushed forward. He white knuckled the headboard. Noah couldn’t make out specific words, but the noises sounded right. He couldn’t understand how this felt so natural, so fucking right. He bobbed his head around Luke, swallowed as best he could, felt him tightening inside his mouth.

“Shit, Noah,” Luke tried to pull back.

“Don’t even think it.” Noah put pressure on Luke’s back, held him close. He raked his fingernails over Luke’s skin, slid down to grab his ass. Noah used his tongue, his mouth, his everything to hold on to Luke. He pulled away long enough to bathe the crown of Luke’s dick before pushing himself as far down as he could get. Noah shifted his hands to clasp Luke’s chest, to add matching nail marks, to touch him in every way he could.

“Noah, oh god, Noah.” Luke swore. His hips jerked. His legs vised around Noah. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. He banged his head, winced and laughed. Noah’s mouth swallowed again around his dick and he barely stopped himself from collapsing on top of him.

Luke shivered as Noah leaned back, blushed as Noah watched him with appraising eyes, nearly came again as Noah licked his lip. “Maybe waiting until New Year’s wasn’t such a bad idea.” He shifted his legs, amazed at how not in pain they were, and untangled himself from Noah’s shoulders.

“Definitely not.” Noah reached out for him, curled himself around Luke as best he could. “I have a whole new respect for what you must have been feeling in that chair.” Wanted his legs back, wanted to feel Luke pressed against him, wanted, wanted, wanted, but with the knowledge that he could have that.

He touched his lips to Luke’s, teased his tongue into his mouth. He tasted like Luke and himself and the two of them and he would never look at the farm or an ocean or anything again. They separated to breathe. “You didn’t break.” He skated his fingers over Luke’s back.

“You didn’t either.” Luke unstuck himself from Noah to crawl the foot of the bed. He carefully loosened each of his therapy bands. His hands rubbed deep into Noah’s legs. He sat back up. “You’re free.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be.” He gathered Luke to him. He pressed his forehead to Luke’s, stared into his eyes. The desperation nestled low in his spine. He recognized its presence, but didn’t feel overwhelmed. Something had shifted, moved, expanded to take its place. Noah smiled. “Happy New Years.”

They buried themselves under the covers and promised to only rest for a moment. The night was far from over.


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Jan. 29th, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)
Love it! Is hot and dirty and sweet. Just perfect.
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
aww, thanks sweet cheeks. I tried. hot, dirt and sweet = best compliment.
Jan. 30th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
Oh, and there it is, the first Noah/Luke slash I've read. I really really liked it; I thought that it was so in character, particularly Luke. I could totally see them like, saying the things that you wrote for them, it's great. And it's definitly hot. I love the boys; awesome job.
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
thanks. It's only the second I've written so I had total angst over it, but it was fun. Glad about the hotness. I love me some luke/noah. love love love.
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
Oh wonderful. Thanks.
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
thank you
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:17 am (UTC)
Damn. I just want to read this fic over and over and over and over again. It's the perfect Holiday sex story, and I love your Noah characterization. It's spot on.

Oh! And this line: "...and learned that maybe god liked fags after all because his gag reflex seemed non-existent."....is fucking brill!
Jan. 30th, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked that line. I really liked writing it. Feel free to read over and over again, I'm sure the boys won't mind.
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Jan. 30th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
The PT equipment actually came from a conversation with merepersiflage about how there isn't a lot of kink going on for those boys and there needed to be some. I was hoping it would be more dirty, but apparently it couldn't be. There's always a next time ... i hope.

The best part of my icon is that it's made from an actual boyscout icon. So i just added the rainbows.

Thanks for the comments. I'm glad Noah's inner-dialogue worked. Even though I think I get Luke's life more than Noahs, noah was whispering desperation in my mind.
Jan. 30th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
This was just so... unbelievably amazing.

O__O <--- iz speechless.

**When Noah had kissed Maddie, the kisses were more frequent, but never as intense. Like a faucet dripping compared to barrel-rolling Niagara Falls. The water was not the same just because it was wet.**

That description is superbly genius, and the BEST comparison of boy vs. girl kissing EVA! Freekin' gold star. *LOL*

**"God," he whispered. "I can't believe I just did that." He kissed Noah's bruised flesh. "Did I hurt you?"

"Let's try again and find out."**

That was quite possibly, the most erotic line I've ever read in ANY story, and believe you me, me haz read ALOT of stories!

You have become one of my favorite writers of all time with a single story. Pfft! That's pretty mind-blowing. *scratches head*

You do realize you have to continue writing Nuke, right? *points finger with an evil glare*

Anyways, many ♥ to you for posting this! I'm off to read it again, because I have no life! Whee! :D
Jan. 30th, 2008 10:08 pm (UTC)
So far, the coolest thing by far about posting this is that the parts people chose to comment on are the parts I liked writing.

I'm also beyond flattered that you thought it was erotic. I worried that it wasn't, that it wouldn't flow, that it wouldn't lots of things, because seriously, what do i know about two boys rolling around? Fortunately, I knew I liked to bite people. That helped.

Having only written two pieces of fanfic in my life (this one and a previous Nuke one), I think I can safely say if I were to write more, it would probably be them.

Thank you, thank you, a million times over. I hope it reads as well a second time.
Jan. 31st, 2008 03:13 am (UTC)
You've got some awesome lines in here. I could totally hear Luke's voice in my head. And Noah couldn't be more adorable.

The delayed gratification was HOT. Nice job, honey!

Edited at 2008-01-31 03:13 am (UTC)
Jan. 31st, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
Couldn't have done it without you. Thank you so very much.
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Feb. 3rd, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. It's been incredible to get such feedback. I'm tickled all kinds of shades of pink to know that you'll share this with someone else. Tell me if your boyfriend likes it.
Feb. 5th, 2008 03:50 am (UTC)
*whew* That was hot! Sorry for the delay in commenting, it's been a whirlwind of a week, but please let me lavish praises on you. This was awesomely hot and wonderfully porny and all-round completely lovely.

Thank you so much for contributing to the porn-a-thon!!
Feb. 5th, 2008 11:19 am (UTC)
thank you, and, of course, lavish a way ... never hurts the ego to have praise lavished upon you. it was fun to write.

and double thank you for coordinating a way to kick my butt to write under a deadline. It was tremendously useful as well as fun. Plus, oh my god, the stories from people were fantastic.
Feb. 11th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
That was thoroughly hot, and so well done. The virgin!smex was spot on - though I don't know too many virgins who'd manage to go for the bondage their first time. :) Well done, and give us more!
Feb. 11th, 2008 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I'm glad to know it seemed spot on, because what I know about males having sex together is, umm, well, nothing but I've imagined in my own dirty dreams. I don't know many virgins who'd manage bondage on the first time, but damnit, something had to happen to make Noah stop taking control and don't these two deserve a little kink ... it shouldn't only be those damn winchester boys. (Though that's a whole different story and not one I've ever written.)

Hopefully I'll have a spark of an idea in times for valentine's day, all my moral issues with it aside. Any suggestions?
Feb. 12th, 2008 03:21 pm (UTC)
It's odd... incest is a squick of mine... I'll read Jensen/Jared fic all day long, but Sam/Dean fic I won't touch.
Feb. 12th, 2008 09:35 pm (UTC)
i don't think that it's odd. a lot of people won't touch wincest. But because it's already taboo, i would think that encourages some of the kink.

I sometimes get freaked by jensen/jared fic because, well, they're people, real people, and i can't wrap my brain around it. (Which is not to say it isn't sometimes damned good.)
Feb. 12th, 2008 02:35 pm (UTC)
are you a member of the luke/noah community or did you find this another way?
Feb. 12th, 2008 03:19 pm (UTC)
Through Luke/Noah.
Mar. 8th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
I loved your story. That was hot. And Luke taking control. Therapy bands. That's my boy.
And Noah loving every minute of it. I'm glad there was no interruptions. I hope you write some more. If this was New Years.. Can't wait to see what you write for Valentine's Day.
Mar. 8th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
I don't know how I originally missed this story. But WOW, I'm glad I got to read it now. WHEW! The anticipation....GAH. So. Hot.
Mar. 9th, 2008 12:34 am (UTC)
Glad you read it as well. Even more glad that you enjoyed it. Thank you.
Jan. 24th, 2010 10:40 am (UTC)
This was so hot! Loved it!!
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