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freakykatTitle: All The Things We Never Were
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Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke Snyder/Noah Mayer
Summary: I don't wanna dream about all the things that never were.
|Prologue|Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|
Part Six
Luke rubs his hands down his jeans, wipes away the dampness and reaches up to ring the bell. He doesn't even know what he's going to say to Noah when he sees him. He thinks maybe he can start explaining why it took him so long. There are promises he wants to make now, vows he needs to say to both of them and he's ready. He's so ready his body is thrumming with it.
His hand starts to press down when the door swings open and he freezes at the voice.
“Hey, babe, don't forget your jacket.”
Luke feels sick as the face that matches that voice turns and sees him, staring.
“Matt.”
Matt looks equally stunned.
“Oh my god. Luke. What the hell...”
He wants to say the same thing except the words he'd use would be way fucking inappropriate. Luke's vision clouds as the rolling wave of red overcomes him. Matt was in his house with his family. He was standing in the doorway, smiling at Luke like he belonged there.
The fuck he did.
Luke didn't know what was going on, couldn't begin to care. All he knew was that he was going to make sure that Matt didn't get his happy ending. Noah and Chloe were his. Luke had no intention of giving them up. Not now. Not ever.
He's a Snyder-Grimaldi (much as he hates to admit it) hybrid mixed with a dash of the Walsh ruthlessness. He could fight dirty and he would use every bit of that to his advantage.
Luke starts staging an elaborate plan, in his mind, that would make Matt go away.
He watches Matt's face go from an open, pleased smile to worried caution.
Good.
Luke clenches his fist, stares him down and for a moment he envisions his fist meeting with Matt's face.
Then, Matt laughs, backs up, hands in the surrender position. “Oh. Dude, no. Whatever it is you're thinking that's creating that odd look of mayhem on your face, squash it. This isn't what you think.”
Luke puts his plan on hold and raises an eyebrow which goes up into his hairline when a tall, dark stranger wraps an arm around Matt's waist and kisses his face softly. “Got it.” Green eyes meet Luke's, furrowing with curiosity. “Hello.”
Luke nods his head, looking to Matt for an explanation and is met with an amused glare. That's what Luke would call it, really.
Matt rests his hand on the guy's arm, nods towards Luke. “Babe, this the love of Noah's life, Luke.”
Those eyes light up and Luke is shaking the strangers hand. “Oh my god. Luke! I've heard so much about you. Noah talks constantly... ow! Matt!” He snaps his mouth shut at the look he receives from Matt.
He looks between the two of them, still completely at a loss, though he thinks that his initial reaction might have been a little off.
Matt turns to Luke and motions to the man at his side. “Luke, this is the love of my life, Daniel.”
Daniel waves at Luke, grins when he sees the relief that must be evident on his face. “Seriously? Cause the guy is nuts about you.”
That sends a thrill through Luke and he can't help but grin back. “Feeling's mutual.”
Matt studies his face then nods. “Good to hear. Listen. We were just leaving. Noah's in the kitchen.”
Daniel nods. “Dude wouldn't let us help even though this whole farewell dinner – ow! Jesus Christ, Matty! Stop pinching me. A ‘Shut up, babe’ would suffice.”
Matt smiles. “Shut up, babe.” He turns back to Luke and waves him in. “Go on. We're going to be leaving before I have to glue Danny's mouth closed.”
Daniel snorts. “I think that might be more of a hassle for you in the long run.”
Luke bites back a laugh and watches them walk down the drive to the car he hadn't even noticed on his way up. They wave once more before climbing in and driving away.
He goes through the door and stops abruptly in the hall. There are boxes everywhere he looks. All the frames that lined the walls are gone. The carpet that Noah had told him he'd bought is rolled up, sitting in a corner of the foyer. Luke's heart beats faster against his chest. Every room is in disarray, boxes half-filled and he doesn't know what it means but it makes his stomach clench.
He hears the distinct clinking of dishes, follows the sound and swings the door open quietly,
Noah's back is to him and Luke takes a second to watch him, overwhelmed at the sight. It shouldn't still feel this way. Like it did when he’d first touched Noah's hand, sparked a love he couldn't have seen coming his way. His gaze trails down Noah's back, lingers on the swell of Noah's jeans and then back up. The hair on Noah's nape is damp from the heat of the water. Noah's humming a tune Luke can't quite place.
He shifts, making a noise when his hip bumps one of the kitchen chairs and Noah jumps. Dropping a glass into the sink, he turns around to look at him. Wide, fearful gaze meets Luke's then brightens and Noah's face opens up, grin reaches from one cheek to the other.
“Luke!”
The kitchen is like every other room, boxes on the floor and table, the rest of the house half packed, Daniel's comment about a party...Luke adds it all together and comes up with a conclusion that leaves him with a weight in his chest he can't bear.
Luke needs to know. He points towards the kitchen door, makes wide movements with his hands. Some people might say he’s flailing. Luke thinks it’s an appropriate reaction. “What – are you – what's going on, Noah? It looks like you're...leaving?” There's a telling break in his voice at the end of his sentence and Noah's face softens. He nods slowly.
“Yeah, we are.”
The tightness in his chest gets worse, almost chokes the next words in but Luke can't – he won't let it happen this time. Not when he's finally here.
“Don't.”
Noah opens his mouth to respond but Luke barrels ahead, walks closer as he speaks.
“Okay. I know. I know that I've taken a long time. And it couldn't have been easy – waiting. I can't imagine what that was like. I just --” he waves his hands in the air, “-- you said you were going to be here.”
“Luke--”
He thinks fuck it and places his hands on Noah's face, thumbs run over soft skin and Luke leans his head on Noah's chin. “I love you. Baby, I love you so much it's retarded.” Noah gives a startled laugh but Luke continues. “I mean, we're talking total-and-complete-head-over-heels-forever-and-eternity-love. I love Chloe. She's the most amazing little person I know. I love you both so much it scares the shit out of me. When I think about the rest of my life, it's with the two of you right there with me.”
Noah's breath stutters in and Luke lets his heart rise with hope because that has to mean something. He forces his head back, gaze locking with Noah's. “So, fine. You're moving. I'll follow you. I'll do whatever I have to so that you'll believe in me, in us. I need you in my life. I can--”
Luke cuts off when Noah surges forward, mouth hot and wet and bruising, hands finding their way under Luke's shirt to grip on his skin. He makes a happy sound and it goes straight through Luke. His hands clutch Noah's head, fingers delving in his hair, and he pushes up into Noah. He wants to crawl inside him. That need he hid, kept buried for so long rushes up and he just wants. Their mouths slant, kiss growing deeper, and, at the first slide of Noah's tongue on his, Luke whimpers. It's everything he remembers but more, more than he thought it had been. The thought takes him by surprise, makes him tighten his hold.
It's all hands, elbows, teeth, skin, and he doesn't know what he wants more. Noah's mouth on him, his hands on Noah, their cocks brush through denim and it's the guttural sound Noah makes that breaks Luke.
He yanks out of the kiss but he keeps touching, runs his hands over Noah's face, brushes them over his parted lips, and catches the gasp between his lips then dives in for one more kiss, two more. Noah flexes his hands over Luke's hips, slides them around to grip onto his ass and Luke's head falls back a little, eyes shutting. “Noah, I know we need to talk.” Whatever he was prepared to say flies out of his head.
Lips brush down his neck, nipping at the tendon of muscles then immediately soothing with warm tongue and Luke digs his fingers into Noah's skin, almost laughs at the distracted “Hmmm” he receives in return. He grasps Noah's hair, pulls hard until Noah raises his head, eyes dark but for a ring of blue. “I think we need to get upstairs.”
Noah touches Luke's mouth with trembling fingers, blinks like he's waking from a dream then nods quickly. “Right. Upstairs. Where there's a bed.”
Luke beams at him and when Noah leads their way out of the kitchen, he tries to plaster himself against Noah's back, hands resting on his hips. He drops kisses on the back of Noah's neck but when they reach the stairs Noah stops and turns around, locks Luke in his arms. His gaze is heated making Luke shiver when he leans in and says quietly, “Unless you want me to fuck you right here, baby, you got to let me get us up these stairs.”
Noah takes his stunned silence as acceptance and encircles Luke's wrist in his hand, tugs him up to the second floor. Luke almost laughs at how fast Noah is moving but he can feel his own hard-on straining against his jeans and understands. They pass a few doors and he remembers, slows down. Noah glances back at him, reads him like a book still.
“Anna and Chloe are sleeping over at Holly's.”
Luke sighs in relief. “Thank god.” He glances up at Noah as he walks through the door he holds open, voice lowering an octave as he says, “I don't think I could be quiet tonight.”
The door closes with a sharp echo and they stand there, staring at each other.
Noah breathes out. “Is this real? I can't take it if it's--”
Luke doesn't think twice. He runs across the small distance and kisses Noah hard, licks into his mouth, strokes over his shirt and down until his fingers land on the button of Noah's jeans. He pops it open, slides the zipper down, and bites down on Noah's lips in one move.
It's like someone jolts them with a thousand watts of electricity and suddenly everything isn't enough. Hands tug at shirts, jeans and underwear fall to the floor, and then it's just skin against skin. Luke groans into Noah's mouth when he drags his cock over Noah's. He laughs, eyes opening wide as Noah hauls him up off the floor and moves them further in the room. The back of Luke's knees hit the bed and it's a tumble down into the soft covers that smell like Noah. It makes him dizzy having Noah surrounding him, every sense aware of him. He can taste the skin on Noah's shoulder as he trails kisses down. Noah's face is a mixture of too much pleasure, a hint of fear but his eyes are such a clear blue that Luke's breath catches in the back of his throat. His cock jerks at the loud moans erupting from Noah's mouth when Luke's mouth takes him all the way. He inhales as he licks up the underside of Noah's shaft, glances up to watch him arch up, hands resting on Luke's head. He can't stop touching Noah, runs his hands over Noah's trembling thighs, relaxes his mouth around the shaft, tongue tasting the salty pre-come on the head.
Noah tenses, jerks Luke's head up, and giggles through his whimper at the popping sound Luke's mouth makes when he lets go of Noah's dick.
Their eyes meet and Luke asks, throat raw, “Lube?” Noah's eyes darken, hold Luke's for a second before he shifts, opens the side drawer by his bed, and pulls out the supplies they need. Luke doesn't waste time. They've taken too long already.
He needs to feel Noah inside, stomach fluttering with anticipation when he realizes he can have him now. Noah smiles at him, runs his hands over Luke's head, fingers playing with the strands of his hair. His eyes widen when Luke pours the lube generously over his fingers, leans forward and works himself open.
“Fuck. Luke.”
He watches Noah's face as he pushes in one finger, waits until the ring of muscles relaxes and then adds another. At three, he stops, sees the concerned look on Noah's face and bends down to kiss it away, whispers across Noah's lips. “I want to feel you, baby.”
There's a growl from Noah that makes him smirk and he grips his own dick, stroking while he watches Noah roll the condom on. When they're ready, Luke kneels forward, straddles Noah hips and their hands touch as they adjust. Luke shifts, feels the burn of Noah pushing up and he moves down, breaking through the tight ring. They both moan when Noah enters, hips rolling until his head brushes across Luke's prostate.
Noah's hands settle on Luke's hips and he keeps that angle, doesn't speed up even when Luke tries to force it. Long and deep strokes, the heat collecting in Luke's spine, spreading across to his chest, stomach, down his thighs. He trembles when it's too much, when he's close. He leans forward, gasps when the angle changes, and kisses Noah, losing himself in the sensations. He lifts his mouth just a whisper away and swallows, meets Noah's eyes to say, “I love you.”
Inside, he feels Noah jerk, making Luke groan, and then Noah rolls them over, pulling out to shift Luke onto his back. He pushes back in one long slide and Luke arches his back, one leg resting on Noah's hip, hands digging into his shoulders. Noah fucks him hard and deep and fast. He cries out Luke's name when he comes, grips Luke with one hand and strokes in time with his movements until Luke throws his head back, spilling over Noah's hand and chest.
Noah collapses on Luke, shifts to bring their mouths together, and kisses him sweetly until their hearts calm into a steady beat again. He pulls out gently, grimaces when he removes the condom, ties it, and throws it toward the wastebasket by his bed. Luke grabs at him, blinks the stars out of his vision, and sighs when Noah's weight presses down on him. He's warm and safe and so fucking happy that Luke doesn't know what to do with it all.
His eyes are heavy with sleep and he snuggles into Noah's arms. He can hear Noah talking to him and makes an effort to stay awake long enough to listen.
“We have to talk.”
Luke nods. “Mmm-hmm. Later.”
He starts to drift again until Noah's mouth falls on his jaw, words sinking into his skin.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you so fucking much, Luke.”
He smiles as he tumbles into sleep.
~~~*~~~
Noah wakes up slowly, doesn't want to know if it was all a dream or if Luke had really shown up at his house with declaration Noah hadn't expected.
He feels a hand snake around his waist, warm mouth pressing kisses over his back and he grins into his pillow. There's so much he didn't get to say, so many emotions, that he's overwhelmed.
He turns to see Luke smiling at him, sleepy eyes warm and loving, hair going in every direction and it's such a sight that Noah barely believes its real. He reaches out to trace the creases on Luke's cheeks.
“You're really here.”
Luke grins and nods, shifts closer to drop his head on Noah's shoulder. “Yes. I'm here.”
“You love me.”
“Yes. I do.”
Noah pauses. “We had mind-blowing sex last night.”
Luke chuckles into Noah's neck. “Yes. Yes, we did.”
He drags a hand over Luke's back, trailing it up and down slowly. “Thank fucking Christ.”
Luke laughs loud, kissing his way up Noah's jaw, and nips at it gently. “You said it, man.” There's so much happiness in his voice that Noah wants to memorize every tremble of it so it'll stay with him forever. He'd taken that for granted their first time around. The way Luke sounded when he was happy. He traces Luke's bright smile with his gaze. Moving closer, he sighs, breath fanning over Luke's head. There are a couple things he needs to clear up.
“We need to talk.”
Luke glances up, cautious. “Okay.”
Noah sits up, leans his back against the headboard, and meets Luke's hopeful eyes. “So, when you showed up out of the blue yesterday – after lying convincingly to me might I add --”
Luke rolls his eyes. “I didn't lie exactly. I was going out of town.”
Noah snorts, catches Luke's fingers with his own, interlocking them. “Whatever. Anyway, you seemed to be under the impression that Chloe and I were leaving you behind.”
He sees the confusion melt into Luke's expression, brow creasing with it. “But – the boxes – you aren't packing up?”
“Oh, no. We are.”
Luke blinks at him.
“We're moving.”
Luke nods. “I got that.”
Noah looks at him askance. “Did you mean what you said?”
“About being here? Yes. I did. I'm here.”
“No. About following us. Wherever we go.”
Luke gets a determined look on his face. “Anywhere.”
Noah smiles wide. “Good. Like I said, we're moving.”
He pauses then locks his gaze with Luke.
“Back to Oakdale.”
The frozen shock on Luke's face is almost funny.
“To be with you.”
Noah waits for some further reaction and when it doesn't come, he turns to face Luke, hands sliding through Luke's hair and holding strong. “You were right. I was tired of waiting. Chloe and I want you with us. Always.” He strokes his fingers against Luke's scalp and moves forward. “I was going to show up at your door and tell you that enough was enough. We belong together and you'd just have to deal.”
Luke expels a low laugh, eyes closing and Noah can feel him tremble in his hands. “I thought I was late.”
Noah shakes his head. “You're a very stupid man, babe. Pretty, but stupid.” He catches Luke's mouth in his, pulls him into his lap, Luke's legs wrap around Noah's waist. He leans up to deepen the kiss, tracing hands over shoulders and arms, until they link with Luke's. They break apart, heads leaning against each other.
“But at least I'm your stupid, pretty man, right?”
Noah's laugh bubbles up and Luke kisses him quiet. When he pulls away his eyes are moist and he rubs at Noah's lips, eyes following his finger as he does.
“You know I never stopped loving you, right?”
Noah nods, smiles wide. “Same here.”
~~~*~~~
The sound of running footsteps jerks Noah awake and he glances over at Luke sprawled across the bed. He can't resist the smile that spreads on his face. Leaning down to kiss Luke's bare shoulder, he pauses when the footsteps stop at his door. He tries to remember if he locked the door. The handle rattles but it doesn't budge and Noah sighs a little.
“Daddy!”
Luke stirs, head coming up to look at the door then Noah. He breaks into a grin and climbs out, rushing towards Chloe.
Noah almost falls off the bed in his haste to stop him.
“Babe, pants would be nice here!” He hisses out, scrambling to get into his own.
The handle rattles again. Harder.
“Daddy, I can hear you.”
Luke lets out a puff of laughter as he searches for his underwear and jeans. Noah watches his bare ass move across the room, adjusts himself before he clears his throat.
“Chlo?”
“Daddy! I told you he was here, Anna. Daddy, can I come in?”
Noah swallows his nervousness and walks up to the door. “Wait for me in the kitchen, okay, peanut?” He looks over at Luke and winks. “I've got a surprise for you.”
He hears Anna pull her away even as she protests and then saunters over to Luke, who raises his eyebrow at him but can't keep in the laugh. He wraps his arms around Noah's neck then kisses him soundly.
“You don't think your kid is going to be happy to see me?”
Noah snorts, nuzzling Luke's neck. “Our kid, because she's yours too, is going to be stoked.”
“Then why send her away?”
“Because she's a pretty perceptive three-and-a-half-year old. And yeah, I've explained how I love you and that we're supposed to be a family. Not sure if I'm ready to explain other things to her.”
Luke glances at the bed and the room, nods. “Good point.”
Noah pulls him toward the door when they're fully dressed and grins at him. “You ready?”
Luke nods happily.
They walk down the stairs together and Noah pushes Luke ahead of him when it's obvious he can't control wanting to see Chloe. Luke enters the kitchen and in the next second...
“MyLuke!”
Noah grins as he walks into the room, finds Anna beaming at a twirling Luke and Chloe. Noah's heart expands and he closes his eyes, thanking whatever power had given him this. Then, he makes his way toward the two people he loves most in the world.
|Epilogue|
Author(s):
freakykatRating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke Snyder/Noah Mayer
Summary: I don't wanna dream about all the things that never were.
|Prologue|Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|
Part Six
Luke rubs his hands down his jeans, wipes away the dampness and reaches up to ring the bell. He doesn't even know what he's going to say to Noah when he sees him. He thinks maybe he can start explaining why it took him so long. There are promises he wants to make now, vows he needs to say to both of them and he's ready. He's so ready his body is thrumming with it.
His hand starts to press down when the door swings open and he freezes at the voice.
“Hey, babe, don't forget your jacket.”
Luke feels sick as the face that matches that voice turns and sees him, staring.
“Matt.”
Matt looks equally stunned.
“Oh my god. Luke. What the hell...”
He wants to say the same thing except the words he'd use would be way fucking inappropriate. Luke's vision clouds as the rolling wave of red overcomes him. Matt was in his house with his family. He was standing in the doorway, smiling at Luke like he belonged there.
The fuck he did.
Luke didn't know what was going on, couldn't begin to care. All he knew was that he was going to make sure that Matt didn't get his happy ending. Noah and Chloe were his. Luke had no intention of giving them up. Not now. Not ever.
He's a Snyder-Grimaldi (much as he hates to admit it) hybrid mixed with a dash of the Walsh ruthlessness. He could fight dirty and he would use every bit of that to his advantage.
Luke starts staging an elaborate plan, in his mind, that would make Matt go away.
He watches Matt's face go from an open, pleased smile to worried caution.
Good.
Luke clenches his fist, stares him down and for a moment he envisions his fist meeting with Matt's face.
Then, Matt laughs, backs up, hands in the surrender position. “Oh. Dude, no. Whatever it is you're thinking that's creating that odd look of mayhem on your face, squash it. This isn't what you think.”
Luke puts his plan on hold and raises an eyebrow which goes up into his hairline when a tall, dark stranger wraps an arm around Matt's waist and kisses his face softly. “Got it.” Green eyes meet Luke's, furrowing with curiosity. “Hello.”
Luke nods his head, looking to Matt for an explanation and is met with an amused glare. That's what Luke would call it, really.
Matt rests his hand on the guy's arm, nods towards Luke. “Babe, this the love of Noah's life, Luke.”
Those eyes light up and Luke is shaking the strangers hand. “Oh my god. Luke! I've heard so much about you. Noah talks constantly... ow! Matt!” He snaps his mouth shut at the look he receives from Matt.
He looks between the two of them, still completely at a loss, though he thinks that his initial reaction might have been a little off.
Matt turns to Luke and motions to the man at his side. “Luke, this is the love of my life, Daniel.”
Daniel waves at Luke, grins when he sees the relief that must be evident on his face. “Seriously? Cause the guy is nuts about you.”
That sends a thrill through Luke and he can't help but grin back. “Feeling's mutual.”
Matt studies his face then nods. “Good to hear. Listen. We were just leaving. Noah's in the kitchen.”
Daniel nods. “Dude wouldn't let us help even though this whole farewell dinner – ow! Jesus Christ, Matty! Stop pinching me. A ‘Shut up, babe’ would suffice.”
Matt smiles. “Shut up, babe.” He turns back to Luke and waves him in. “Go on. We're going to be leaving before I have to glue Danny's mouth closed.”
Daniel snorts. “I think that might be more of a hassle for you in the long run.”
Luke bites back a laugh and watches them walk down the drive to the car he hadn't even noticed on his way up. They wave once more before climbing in and driving away.
He goes through the door and stops abruptly in the hall. There are boxes everywhere he looks. All the frames that lined the walls are gone. The carpet that Noah had told him he'd bought is rolled up, sitting in a corner of the foyer. Luke's heart beats faster against his chest. Every room is in disarray, boxes half-filled and he doesn't know what it means but it makes his stomach clench.
He hears the distinct clinking of dishes, follows the sound and swings the door open quietly,
Noah's back is to him and Luke takes a second to watch him, overwhelmed at the sight. It shouldn't still feel this way. Like it did when he’d first touched Noah's hand, sparked a love he couldn't have seen coming his way. His gaze trails down Noah's back, lingers on the swell of Noah's jeans and then back up. The hair on Noah's nape is damp from the heat of the water. Noah's humming a tune Luke can't quite place.
He shifts, making a noise when his hip bumps one of the kitchen chairs and Noah jumps. Dropping a glass into the sink, he turns around to look at him. Wide, fearful gaze meets Luke's then brightens and Noah's face opens up, grin reaches from one cheek to the other.
“Luke!”
The kitchen is like every other room, boxes on the floor and table, the rest of the house half packed, Daniel's comment about a party...Luke adds it all together and comes up with a conclusion that leaves him with a weight in his chest he can't bear.
Luke needs to know. He points towards the kitchen door, makes wide movements with his hands. Some people might say he’s flailing. Luke thinks it’s an appropriate reaction. “What – are you – what's going on, Noah? It looks like you're...leaving?” There's a telling break in his voice at the end of his sentence and Noah's face softens. He nods slowly.
“Yeah, we are.”
The tightness in his chest gets worse, almost chokes the next words in but Luke can't – he won't let it happen this time. Not when he's finally here.
“Don't.”
Noah opens his mouth to respond but Luke barrels ahead, walks closer as he speaks.
“Okay. I know. I know that I've taken a long time. And it couldn't have been easy – waiting. I can't imagine what that was like. I just --” he waves his hands in the air, “-- you said you were going to be here.”
“Luke--”
He thinks fuck it and places his hands on Noah's face, thumbs run over soft skin and Luke leans his head on Noah's chin. “I love you. Baby, I love you so much it's retarded.” Noah gives a startled laugh but Luke continues. “I mean, we're talking total-and-complete-head-over-heels-forever-and-eternity-love. I love Chloe. She's the most amazing little person I know. I love you both so much it scares the shit out of me. When I think about the rest of my life, it's with the two of you right there with me.”
Noah's breath stutters in and Luke lets his heart rise with hope because that has to mean something. He forces his head back, gaze locking with Noah's. “So, fine. You're moving. I'll follow you. I'll do whatever I have to so that you'll believe in me, in us. I need you in my life. I can--”
Luke cuts off when Noah surges forward, mouth hot and wet and bruising, hands finding their way under Luke's shirt to grip on his skin. He makes a happy sound and it goes straight through Luke. His hands clutch Noah's head, fingers delving in his hair, and he pushes up into Noah. He wants to crawl inside him. That need he hid, kept buried for so long rushes up and he just wants. Their mouths slant, kiss growing deeper, and, at the first slide of Noah's tongue on his, Luke whimpers. It's everything he remembers but more, more than he thought it had been. The thought takes him by surprise, makes him tighten his hold.
It's all hands, elbows, teeth, skin, and he doesn't know what he wants more. Noah's mouth on him, his hands on Noah, their cocks brush through denim and it's the guttural sound Noah makes that breaks Luke.
He yanks out of the kiss but he keeps touching, runs his hands over Noah's face, brushes them over his parted lips, and catches the gasp between his lips then dives in for one more kiss, two more. Noah flexes his hands over Luke's hips, slides them around to grip onto his ass and Luke's head falls back a little, eyes shutting. “Noah, I know we need to talk.” Whatever he was prepared to say flies out of his head.
Lips brush down his neck, nipping at the tendon of muscles then immediately soothing with warm tongue and Luke digs his fingers into Noah's skin, almost laughs at the distracted “Hmmm” he receives in return. He grasps Noah's hair, pulls hard until Noah raises his head, eyes dark but for a ring of blue. “I think we need to get upstairs.”
Noah touches Luke's mouth with trembling fingers, blinks like he's waking from a dream then nods quickly. “Right. Upstairs. Where there's a bed.”
Luke beams at him and when Noah leads their way out of the kitchen, he tries to plaster himself against Noah's back, hands resting on his hips. He drops kisses on the back of Noah's neck but when they reach the stairs Noah stops and turns around, locks Luke in his arms. His gaze is heated making Luke shiver when he leans in and says quietly, “Unless you want me to fuck you right here, baby, you got to let me get us up these stairs.”
Noah takes his stunned silence as acceptance and encircles Luke's wrist in his hand, tugs him up to the second floor. Luke almost laughs at how fast Noah is moving but he can feel his own hard-on straining against his jeans and understands. They pass a few doors and he remembers, slows down. Noah glances back at him, reads him like a book still.
“Anna and Chloe are sleeping over at Holly's.”
Luke sighs in relief. “Thank god.” He glances up at Noah as he walks through the door he holds open, voice lowering an octave as he says, “I don't think I could be quiet tonight.”
The door closes with a sharp echo and they stand there, staring at each other.
Noah breathes out. “Is this real? I can't take it if it's--”
Luke doesn't think twice. He runs across the small distance and kisses Noah hard, licks into his mouth, strokes over his shirt and down until his fingers land on the button of Noah's jeans. He pops it open, slides the zipper down, and bites down on Noah's lips in one move.
It's like someone jolts them with a thousand watts of electricity and suddenly everything isn't enough. Hands tug at shirts, jeans and underwear fall to the floor, and then it's just skin against skin. Luke groans into Noah's mouth when he drags his cock over Noah's. He laughs, eyes opening wide as Noah hauls him up off the floor and moves them further in the room. The back of Luke's knees hit the bed and it's a tumble down into the soft covers that smell like Noah. It makes him dizzy having Noah surrounding him, every sense aware of him. He can taste the skin on Noah's shoulder as he trails kisses down. Noah's face is a mixture of too much pleasure, a hint of fear but his eyes are such a clear blue that Luke's breath catches in the back of his throat. His cock jerks at the loud moans erupting from Noah's mouth when Luke's mouth takes him all the way. He inhales as he licks up the underside of Noah's shaft, glances up to watch him arch up, hands resting on Luke's head. He can't stop touching Noah, runs his hands over Noah's trembling thighs, relaxes his mouth around the shaft, tongue tasting the salty pre-come on the head.
Noah tenses, jerks Luke's head up, and giggles through his whimper at the popping sound Luke's mouth makes when he lets go of Noah's dick.
Their eyes meet and Luke asks, throat raw, “Lube?” Noah's eyes darken, hold Luke's for a second before he shifts, opens the side drawer by his bed, and pulls out the supplies they need. Luke doesn't waste time. They've taken too long already.
He needs to feel Noah inside, stomach fluttering with anticipation when he realizes he can have him now. Noah smiles at him, runs his hands over Luke's head, fingers playing with the strands of his hair. His eyes widen when Luke pours the lube generously over his fingers, leans forward and works himself open.
“Fuck. Luke.”
He watches Noah's face as he pushes in one finger, waits until the ring of muscles relaxes and then adds another. At three, he stops, sees the concerned look on Noah's face and bends down to kiss it away, whispers across Noah's lips. “I want to feel you, baby.”
There's a growl from Noah that makes him smirk and he grips his own dick, stroking while he watches Noah roll the condom on. When they're ready, Luke kneels forward, straddles Noah hips and their hands touch as they adjust. Luke shifts, feels the burn of Noah pushing up and he moves down, breaking through the tight ring. They both moan when Noah enters, hips rolling until his head brushes across Luke's prostate.
Noah's hands settle on Luke's hips and he keeps that angle, doesn't speed up even when Luke tries to force it. Long and deep strokes, the heat collecting in Luke's spine, spreading across to his chest, stomach, down his thighs. He trembles when it's too much, when he's close. He leans forward, gasps when the angle changes, and kisses Noah, losing himself in the sensations. He lifts his mouth just a whisper away and swallows, meets Noah's eyes to say, “I love you.”
Inside, he feels Noah jerk, making Luke groan, and then Noah rolls them over, pulling out to shift Luke onto his back. He pushes back in one long slide and Luke arches his back, one leg resting on Noah's hip, hands digging into his shoulders. Noah fucks him hard and deep and fast. He cries out Luke's name when he comes, grips Luke with one hand and strokes in time with his movements until Luke throws his head back, spilling over Noah's hand and chest.
Noah collapses on Luke, shifts to bring their mouths together, and kisses him sweetly until their hearts calm into a steady beat again. He pulls out gently, grimaces when he removes the condom, ties it, and throws it toward the wastebasket by his bed. Luke grabs at him, blinks the stars out of his vision, and sighs when Noah's weight presses down on him. He's warm and safe and so fucking happy that Luke doesn't know what to do with it all.
His eyes are heavy with sleep and he snuggles into Noah's arms. He can hear Noah talking to him and makes an effort to stay awake long enough to listen.
“We have to talk.”
Luke nods. “Mmm-hmm. Later.”
He starts to drift again until Noah's mouth falls on his jaw, words sinking into his skin.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you so fucking much, Luke.”
He smiles as he tumbles into sleep.
~~~*~~~
Noah wakes up slowly, doesn't want to know if it was all a dream or if Luke had really shown up at his house with declaration Noah hadn't expected.
He feels a hand snake around his waist, warm mouth pressing kisses over his back and he grins into his pillow. There's so much he didn't get to say, so many emotions, that he's overwhelmed.
He turns to see Luke smiling at him, sleepy eyes warm and loving, hair going in every direction and it's such a sight that Noah barely believes its real. He reaches out to trace the creases on Luke's cheeks.
“You're really here.”
Luke grins and nods, shifts closer to drop his head on Noah's shoulder. “Yes. I'm here.”
“You love me.”
“Yes. I do.”
Noah pauses. “We had mind-blowing sex last night.”
Luke chuckles into Noah's neck. “Yes. Yes, we did.”
He drags a hand over Luke's back, trailing it up and down slowly. “Thank fucking Christ.”
Luke laughs loud, kissing his way up Noah's jaw, and nips at it gently. “You said it, man.” There's so much happiness in his voice that Noah wants to memorize every tremble of it so it'll stay with him forever. He'd taken that for granted their first time around. The way Luke sounded when he was happy. He traces Luke's bright smile with his gaze. Moving closer, he sighs, breath fanning over Luke's head. There are a couple things he needs to clear up.
“We need to talk.”
Luke glances up, cautious. “Okay.”
Noah sits up, leans his back against the headboard, and meets Luke's hopeful eyes. “So, when you showed up out of the blue yesterday – after lying convincingly to me might I add --”
Luke rolls his eyes. “I didn't lie exactly. I was going out of town.”
Noah snorts, catches Luke's fingers with his own, interlocking them. “Whatever. Anyway, you seemed to be under the impression that Chloe and I were leaving you behind.”
He sees the confusion melt into Luke's expression, brow creasing with it. “But – the boxes – you aren't packing up?”
“Oh, no. We are.”
Luke blinks at him.
“We're moving.”
Luke nods. “I got that.”
Noah looks at him askance. “Did you mean what you said?”
“About being here? Yes. I did. I'm here.”
“No. About following us. Wherever we go.”
Luke gets a determined look on his face. “Anywhere.”
Noah smiles wide. “Good. Like I said, we're moving.”
He pauses then locks his gaze with Luke.
“Back to Oakdale.”
The frozen shock on Luke's face is almost funny.
“To be with you.”
Noah waits for some further reaction and when it doesn't come, he turns to face Luke, hands sliding through Luke's hair and holding strong. “You were right. I was tired of waiting. Chloe and I want you with us. Always.” He strokes his fingers against Luke's scalp and moves forward. “I was going to show up at your door and tell you that enough was enough. We belong together and you'd just have to deal.”
Luke expels a low laugh, eyes closing and Noah can feel him tremble in his hands. “I thought I was late.”
Noah shakes his head. “You're a very stupid man, babe. Pretty, but stupid.” He catches Luke's mouth in his, pulls him into his lap, Luke's legs wrap around Noah's waist. He leans up to deepen the kiss, tracing hands over shoulders and arms, until they link with Luke's. They break apart, heads leaning against each other.
“But at least I'm your stupid, pretty man, right?”
Noah's laugh bubbles up and Luke kisses him quiet. When he pulls away his eyes are moist and he rubs at Noah's lips, eyes following his finger as he does.
“You know I never stopped loving you, right?”
Noah nods, smiles wide. “Same here.”
~~~*~~~
The sound of running footsteps jerks Noah awake and he glances over at Luke sprawled across the bed. He can't resist the smile that spreads on his face. Leaning down to kiss Luke's bare shoulder, he pauses when the footsteps stop at his door. He tries to remember if he locked the door. The handle rattles but it doesn't budge and Noah sighs a little.
“Daddy!”
Luke stirs, head coming up to look at the door then Noah. He breaks into a grin and climbs out, rushing towards Chloe.
Noah almost falls off the bed in his haste to stop him.
“Babe, pants would be nice here!” He hisses out, scrambling to get into his own.
The handle rattles again. Harder.
“Daddy, I can hear you.”
Luke lets out a puff of laughter as he searches for his underwear and jeans. Noah watches his bare ass move across the room, adjusts himself before he clears his throat.
“Chlo?”
“Daddy! I told you he was here, Anna. Daddy, can I come in?”
Noah swallows his nervousness and walks up to the door. “Wait for me in the kitchen, okay, peanut?” He looks over at Luke and winks. “I've got a surprise for you.”
He hears Anna pull her away even as she protests and then saunters over to Luke, who raises his eyebrow at him but can't keep in the laugh. He wraps his arms around Noah's neck then kisses him soundly.
“You don't think your kid is going to be happy to see me?”
Noah snorts, nuzzling Luke's neck. “Our kid, because she's yours too, is going to be stoked.”
“Then why send her away?”
“Because she's a pretty perceptive three-and-a-half-year old. And yeah, I've explained how I love you and that we're supposed to be a family. Not sure if I'm ready to explain other things to her.”
Luke glances at the bed and the room, nods. “Good point.”
Noah pulls him toward the door when they're fully dressed and grins at him. “You ready?”
Luke nods happily.
They walk down the stairs together and Noah pushes Luke ahead of him when it's obvious he can't control wanting to see Chloe. Luke enters the kitchen and in the next second...
“MyLuke!”
Noah grins as he walks into the room, finds Anna beaming at a twirling Luke and Chloe. Noah's heart expands and he closes his eyes, thanking whatever power had given him this. Then, he makes his way toward the two people he loves most in the world.
|Epilogue|
