Banquet (1/1)
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noelleleitheficTitle: Banquet (1/1)
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,430
Summary: Love is a banquet on which we feed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's notes: What really should've happened after the Italy trip. And who knows? Maybe it did. ;) Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freakykat for the beta!!
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There was something about Luke that always made Noah think of food. Maybe it was his caramel eyes and creamy skin, or his cinnamon-spice smell, or the way he'd peeled Noah's psyche like an onion, never shredding a single fragile layer.
Then again, it could just be the thought of giant sandwiches made with four different kinds of meat.
Noah blew out a sharp breath. Concentrate, Mayer, he thought, focusing on the computer screen in front of him. His assignment, to write a report on his Italy trip, wasn't going to finish itself, although he might have more luck with it that way, seeing how long it had taken for him to write the scant two pages so far. He'd borrowed his former roommate's new single dorm room for the evening, hoping to get the report out of the way without interruption so he wouldn't feel guilty about spending the rest of the night back at the farm with Luke, maybe even taking one of those long walks around Snyder Pond. The ones that didn't actually involve all that much walking, truth be told.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. It wasn't the freaking Great American Novel, just five pages about the three most important things he learned about filmmaking during his trip. He even knew what he wanted to say: location isn't as important as lighting, a nondescript café is nearly always a better choice than yet another Trevi Fountain scene, and going to Italy without the person you love more than anything in the world is the stupidest move anyone could ever make.
Okay, so maybe the last idea needed a little work. Something about finding truth, maybe. Film professors always ate up that stuff.
Food again.
Luke.
Noah closed his eyes, and that instantly accessible image of Luke popped up, his eyes dancing with humor, dimples on display. That smile, that face had kept Noah going through long nights in Rome, lying awake in his narrow hostel bed, hot with desire and need. Sharing a tiny room with a bathroom down the hall had meant cold showers twice daily, no opportunity for release. It was probably a good thing Luke hadn't made the trip, or it's unlikely either of them would've seen much of the city.
Noah typed a few words, deleted one, added three more. He paused, his mind flooded with images of Luke typing on his laptop earlier that day, when Noah had surprised him at the farm. His unbridled delight had warmed Noah from head to toe, made him never want to leave that spot, made him want to turn Luke around and fuck him right there on Emma's dining room table.
Noah felt himself blush, as much from arousal as from embarrassment at the thought of going at it in the kitchen of the farm. Okay, yeah, he could admit to himself that it was a fantasy he'd had many times, but that place was like Grand Central Station, never empty for more than a few minutes. He'd need to see notarized proof that no one else would be anywhere within five miles of the farm for hours before he'd so much as open one button on Luke's shirt in that room.
Not that any of it kept them from flirting like maniacs. It's a wonder neither of them had exploded from a year of built-up tension. Tension that now gripped the back of Noah's shoulders and his neck until he knew there was no way his paper was getting written tonight.
He saved the file and closed the laptop. Glancing around the dorm room, he considered. Dan had left an hour earlier for a party at his girlfriend's apartment, so it was unlikely that he'd be home that night. Luke had gone back to the farm after their meeting (and cuddle session), telling Noah to finish that paper while he finished his foundation research, so they could both take off the following afternoon and evening to spend together.
Noah thought he could probably persuade Luke to reschedule.
Picking up his cell phone, he sent his roommate a quick text message just in case: "Need room tonite. Call first if coming back. Thx." He followed that up with a longer note to Luke: "Can't write tonight. Can't think. Need a break. Want to come have Chinese w/me?"
The answers came within minutes: "NP," followed shortly by "Love to. Be there in a bit."
~~~~~
Luke arrived just five minutes after the Chinese delivery, the boxes of fried rice and sesame chicken and egg rolls steaming on Dan's desk when Luke knocked on the open door.
"Hey!" Noah said, turning from his dinner prep to grab Luke's hand and pull him into the room and into a kiss, pushing the door closed in the process. He moaned softly as he opened his mouth against Luke's, feeling a thrill of love and lust run through him when Luke's tongue came out to meet his.
"Mmmmm." Luke drew out the single syllable as he slowly pulled himself out of the kiss. "Wow." He blinked up at Noah, rubbing the flats of his palms up and down Noah's arms. "That was worth the trip over all by itself."
Noah felt himself smiling that goofy-stupid grin only Luke seemed to be able to bring out in him. "Plenty more where that came from," he said, his voice gravelly. "But first, I think I promised you dinner."
Luke grinned back. "Smells great. Hunan?"
"Of course. Best Chinese in town. Got extra egg rolls and iced tea, too." Noah pulled over the second desk chair and dropped into it, grabbing one of the paper-wrapped pairs of chopsticks. Luke settled into the other chair, just inches away, and drew an egg roll out of its container. He glanced at Noah from under his eyelashes, and Noah recognized the mischief in his eyes just one second before Luke slid his lush lips around the end of the roll. And sucked.
"Shit." The chopsticks clattered to the desktop and Noah had his hands wrapped around Luke's shoulders and his mouth on his neck almost before he realized he was moving. The discarded egg roll fell through his line of vision as Luke's hands came up to grip the back of Noah's head, long fingers tangling into Noah's hair. Noah tugged and shifted, pulling Luke into his lap so he straddled Noah's legs. Noah slid one hand to Luke's ass and pulled their groins together.
The shared gasp from the contact pushed their faces apart, and their gazes met, hazel-brown and slate blue. Their mouths hung open, slack with surprise and want.
"Luke," Noah rasped. "Really, really not hungry right now."
They were up and on the bed almost before they realized they were moving, shedding clothes all the way, but Noah stopped short of removing underwear. They'd done some fooling around off and on over the past year, even going as far as jerking each other off in the front seat of Noah's truck just before his trip, but they had yet to be fully naked with each other. Noah wanted to be sure they were on the same page before taking that step.
This was just fine with him, though. They lay side by side on the narrow bed, arms and legs entwined, pressed together from hips to shoulders. They kissed lazily, hungrily, and everything in between. Their hands and mouths explored, caressing and kissing what seemed to Noah like acres of skin. His body buzzed with sensation, every nerve ending straining, begging for something just out of reach.
Noah pulled out of their kiss, bringing his forehead to rest against Luke's. Their breath mixed in the air between them, heat and moisture, and suddenly Noah wondered what in the hell they were waiting for anyway.
"Noah," Luke rasped. "God, I want you." It seemed Luke was thinking the same thing.
Only problem was, they were in someone else's room, in someone else's bed, with no supplies and no way to safely do what they really wanted to do. Noah made a quick decision: if they were taking their time, then it was time for the next step.
He reached for Luke's boxer-briefs, hands sliding under the elastic, tugging lightly. Luke blinked at him, then grinned, a slow, sexy, dirty smile that made Noah's breath hitch in his chest. Luke's hands came up to join Noah's, and then they were scrambling again, shedding their underwear and crashing back together, sucking in breaths at the feel of their cocks rubbing together for the first time.
Noah's head was spinning. He'd thought rubbing through clothes and with hands shoved down pants was the best feeling ever, and Lord knows they'd both gotten off that way. But all of that that paled in comparison to being skin-on-skin with Luke. Finally.
Luke's head tilted back as he gasped, exposing a long expanse of neck that Noah just couldn't resist. His mouth landed on the taut tendon there, sucking and biting, uncaring that he'd leave behind a mark. Luke tasted like salted caramel, tangy and sweet and rich. It was a feast Noah would never tire of.
"Mmmm ... Noah," Luke murmured. "God, you feel so good."
Noah couldn't agree more, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He blazed a trail down Luke's chest, sucking and nibbling and kissing, drawing forth more moans and gasps with every touch. His hands slid to cup Luke's bare hips, thumbs caressing taut skin, fingers pressing into strong muscle. Luke's body shifted under Noah's touch, restless, silently begging for more.
Noah gave it to him. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and lowered it around Luke's cock for the first time.
"JESUS." If it wasn't for Noah's grip on his hips, Luke would've levitated right off the bed. Noah held on, pressing Luke back down, lifting his head, dragging his tongue along the bottom of Luke's cock. If Luke's neck tasted like salted caramel, then this was all dark chocolate, earthy and raw and bittersweet. Noah tightened his lips and dipped down again, sucking lightly, calling up memories of the few times someone had done this to him and trying to replicate the things he'd liked best.
"Oh my God, Noah." Luke's voice was ragged, and Noah felt long fingers tangling into his hair, tugging lightly, as if they couldn't decide whether to push or pull. Noah ignored them and slipped one hand over to wrap around the base of Luke's cock, lifting and dipping in time with his mouth as he concentrated on giving Luke the best blowjob he could manage, considering his complete lack of experience.
Luke certainly seemed to think it was just fine, thanks, but then, it was his first experience, too. His sounds were mostly incoherent now, both his hands wrapped into Noah's hair, his hips shifting and thrusting up shallowly. Noah tried to move with him, but Luke's movements were so erratic that it wasn't doing much good. Finally Noah took in a deep breath through his nose, tilted his head and tried to open his throat, and swallowed as much of Luke as he could, sucking hard.
"FUUUUUUCK." Luke really did levitate off the bed then, pushing his hips against Noah's face as he came, and came, and came. Noah swallowed and sucked and licked as best he could, surprised to find that he actually could handle most of it, not so surprised to find he loved the taste. French roast coffee with a float of cream, he decided, rolling his eyes a little at his flight of fancy.
He crawled up the bed, having forgotten about his own state of arousal in his focus on Luke. But as he lowered himself half across Luke's body to initiate another kiss, his hard cock brushed Luke's hip, and he sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth. Jesus, he could cut glass with that thing.
He heard a soft chuckle from below him, followed by a soft murmur. "Hey, lemme help you with that."
Luke's fingers closed around Noah's cock and tugged lightly, once, twice, and on the third pull, Noah exploded, shooting creamy white across Luke's stomach. His arms gave out and he collapsed, half on the bed and half on Luke, mumbling Luke's name against his shoulder.
It took him a few minutes to gather his wits again. Turning his head slightly, so that his cheek rested against Luke's shoulder instead of his mouth, he said, "Well. That was ..."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Luke said, laughing. "Oh man. I feel ... God, I feel like running a marathon or something."
Noah snorted. "Fine for you, I don't think I'll be able to move for a couple of days."
Luke shifted around, pushing and pulling until they were lying side by side, facing each other. He leaned forward, drawing Noah into a long, wet, deep kiss, then pulled back just far enough so that they could look into each other's eyes. "Thank you, Noah."
Noah blinked. "Thank me? For what?"
"For doing that," Luke said, flicking his eyes down and back up. "For not holding back. I know it's still hard for you sometimes, no pun intended, and I just think I should tell you that I appreciate it. Because I really, really do." He kissed Noah again, three brief open-mouthed kisses that left Noah wanting more.
"Mmmm, you're welcome," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his nose against Luke's cheek. "Trust me, the feeling was mutual."
He felt Luke's cheeks widen into a grin. "Well, I doubt that," he said. "But we can fix that shortly. 'Cause I also really, really want a turn."
Noah pulled his head back, catching Luke's gaze again. "I want that, too," he said, serious, choosing his words carefully. "I really, really do. But we don't have to rush here, Luke. We have plenty of time. Besides," he felt himself smirking a little, "I kinda like having all these firsts to experience. Why not spread them out a little?"
Luke searched his eyes for a moment, apparently finding the answer he wanted there, and his face slowly broke into a bright smile, dimples showing. "Yeah," he said. "It is kinda nice. Because, you know, Noah" -- he leaned forward for one more quick kiss -- "I want all my firsts to be with you."
Noah knew he was grinning goofily again, but he didn't really care. The only things that mattered were the fullness in his chest, and the banquet of joy curled up next to him.
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,430
Summary: Love is a banquet on which we feed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's notes: What really should've happened after the Italy trip. And who knows? Maybe it did. ;) Big thanks to
freakykat for the beta!!~~~~
There was something about Luke that always made Noah think of food. Maybe it was his caramel eyes and creamy skin, or his cinnamon-spice smell, or the way he'd peeled Noah's psyche like an onion, never shredding a single fragile layer.
Then again, it could just be the thought of giant sandwiches made with four different kinds of meat.
Noah blew out a sharp breath. Concentrate, Mayer, he thought, focusing on the computer screen in front of him. His assignment, to write a report on his Italy trip, wasn't going to finish itself, although he might have more luck with it that way, seeing how long it had taken for him to write the scant two pages so far. He'd borrowed his former roommate's new single dorm room for the evening, hoping to get the report out of the way without interruption so he wouldn't feel guilty about spending the rest of the night back at the farm with Luke, maybe even taking one of those long walks around Snyder Pond. The ones that didn't actually involve all that much walking, truth be told.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. It wasn't the freaking Great American Novel, just five pages about the three most important things he learned about filmmaking during his trip. He even knew what he wanted to say: location isn't as important as lighting, a nondescript café is nearly always a better choice than yet another Trevi Fountain scene, and going to Italy without the person you love more than anything in the world is the stupidest move anyone could ever make.
Okay, so maybe the last idea needed a little work. Something about finding truth, maybe. Film professors always ate up that stuff.
Food again.
Luke.
Noah closed his eyes, and that instantly accessible image of Luke popped up, his eyes dancing with humor, dimples on display. That smile, that face had kept Noah going through long nights in Rome, lying awake in his narrow hostel bed, hot with desire and need. Sharing a tiny room with a bathroom down the hall had meant cold showers twice daily, no opportunity for release. It was probably a good thing Luke hadn't made the trip, or it's unlikely either of them would've seen much of the city.
Noah typed a few words, deleted one, added three more. He paused, his mind flooded with images of Luke typing on his laptop earlier that day, when Noah had surprised him at the farm. His unbridled delight had warmed Noah from head to toe, made him never want to leave that spot, made him want to turn Luke around and fuck him right there on Emma's dining room table.
Noah felt himself blush, as much from arousal as from embarrassment at the thought of going at it in the kitchen of the farm. Okay, yeah, he could admit to himself that it was a fantasy he'd had many times, but that place was like Grand Central Station, never empty for more than a few minutes. He'd need to see notarized proof that no one else would be anywhere within five miles of the farm for hours before he'd so much as open one button on Luke's shirt in that room.
Not that any of it kept them from flirting like maniacs. It's a wonder neither of them had exploded from a year of built-up tension. Tension that now gripped the back of Noah's shoulders and his neck until he knew there was no way his paper was getting written tonight.
He saved the file and closed the laptop. Glancing around the dorm room, he considered. Dan had left an hour earlier for a party at his girlfriend's apartment, so it was unlikely that he'd be home that night. Luke had gone back to the farm after their meeting (and cuddle session), telling Noah to finish that paper while he finished his foundation research, so they could both take off the following afternoon and evening to spend together.
Noah thought he could probably persuade Luke to reschedule.
Picking up his cell phone, he sent his roommate a quick text message just in case: "Need room tonite. Call first if coming back. Thx." He followed that up with a longer note to Luke: "Can't write tonight. Can't think. Need a break. Want to come have Chinese w/me?"
The answers came within minutes: "NP," followed shortly by "Love to. Be there in a bit."
~~~~~
Luke arrived just five minutes after the Chinese delivery, the boxes of fried rice and sesame chicken and egg rolls steaming on Dan's desk when Luke knocked on the open door.
"Hey!" Noah said, turning from his dinner prep to grab Luke's hand and pull him into the room and into a kiss, pushing the door closed in the process. He moaned softly as he opened his mouth against Luke's, feeling a thrill of love and lust run through him when Luke's tongue came out to meet his.
"Mmmmm." Luke drew out the single syllable as he slowly pulled himself out of the kiss. "Wow." He blinked up at Noah, rubbing the flats of his palms up and down Noah's arms. "That was worth the trip over all by itself."
Noah felt himself smiling that goofy-stupid grin only Luke seemed to be able to bring out in him. "Plenty more where that came from," he said, his voice gravelly. "But first, I think I promised you dinner."
Luke grinned back. "Smells great. Hunan?"
"Of course. Best Chinese in town. Got extra egg rolls and iced tea, too." Noah pulled over the second desk chair and dropped into it, grabbing one of the paper-wrapped pairs of chopsticks. Luke settled into the other chair, just inches away, and drew an egg roll out of its container. He glanced at Noah from under his eyelashes, and Noah recognized the mischief in his eyes just one second before Luke slid his lush lips around the end of the roll. And sucked.
"Shit." The chopsticks clattered to the desktop and Noah had his hands wrapped around Luke's shoulders and his mouth on his neck almost before he realized he was moving. The discarded egg roll fell through his line of vision as Luke's hands came up to grip the back of Noah's head, long fingers tangling into Noah's hair. Noah tugged and shifted, pulling Luke into his lap so he straddled Noah's legs. Noah slid one hand to Luke's ass and pulled their groins together.
The shared gasp from the contact pushed their faces apart, and their gazes met, hazel-brown and slate blue. Their mouths hung open, slack with surprise and want.
"Luke," Noah rasped. "Really, really not hungry right now."
They were up and on the bed almost before they realized they were moving, shedding clothes all the way, but Noah stopped short of removing underwear. They'd done some fooling around off and on over the past year, even going as far as jerking each other off in the front seat of Noah's truck just before his trip, but they had yet to be fully naked with each other. Noah wanted to be sure they were on the same page before taking that step.
This was just fine with him, though. They lay side by side on the narrow bed, arms and legs entwined, pressed together from hips to shoulders. They kissed lazily, hungrily, and everything in between. Their hands and mouths explored, caressing and kissing what seemed to Noah like acres of skin. His body buzzed with sensation, every nerve ending straining, begging for something just out of reach.
Noah pulled out of their kiss, bringing his forehead to rest against Luke's. Their breath mixed in the air between them, heat and moisture, and suddenly Noah wondered what in the hell they were waiting for anyway.
"Noah," Luke rasped. "God, I want you." It seemed Luke was thinking the same thing.
Only problem was, they were in someone else's room, in someone else's bed, with no supplies and no way to safely do what they really wanted to do. Noah made a quick decision: if they were taking their time, then it was time for the next step.
He reached for Luke's boxer-briefs, hands sliding under the elastic, tugging lightly. Luke blinked at him, then grinned, a slow, sexy, dirty smile that made Noah's breath hitch in his chest. Luke's hands came up to join Noah's, and then they were scrambling again, shedding their underwear and crashing back together, sucking in breaths at the feel of their cocks rubbing together for the first time.
Noah's head was spinning. He'd thought rubbing through clothes and with hands shoved down pants was the best feeling ever, and Lord knows they'd both gotten off that way. But all of that that paled in comparison to being skin-on-skin with Luke. Finally.
Luke's head tilted back as he gasped, exposing a long expanse of neck that Noah just couldn't resist. His mouth landed on the taut tendon there, sucking and biting, uncaring that he'd leave behind a mark. Luke tasted like salted caramel, tangy and sweet and rich. It was a feast Noah would never tire of.
"Mmmm ... Noah," Luke murmured. "God, you feel so good."
Noah couldn't agree more, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He blazed a trail down Luke's chest, sucking and nibbling and kissing, drawing forth more moans and gasps with every touch. His hands slid to cup Luke's bare hips, thumbs caressing taut skin, fingers pressing into strong muscle. Luke's body shifted under Noah's touch, restless, silently begging for more.
Noah gave it to him. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and lowered it around Luke's cock for the first time.
"JESUS." If it wasn't for Noah's grip on his hips, Luke would've levitated right off the bed. Noah held on, pressing Luke back down, lifting his head, dragging his tongue along the bottom of Luke's cock. If Luke's neck tasted like salted caramel, then this was all dark chocolate, earthy and raw and bittersweet. Noah tightened his lips and dipped down again, sucking lightly, calling up memories of the few times someone had done this to him and trying to replicate the things he'd liked best.
"Oh my God, Noah." Luke's voice was ragged, and Noah felt long fingers tangling into his hair, tugging lightly, as if they couldn't decide whether to push or pull. Noah ignored them and slipped one hand over to wrap around the base of Luke's cock, lifting and dipping in time with his mouth as he concentrated on giving Luke the best blowjob he could manage, considering his complete lack of experience.
Luke certainly seemed to think it was just fine, thanks, but then, it was his first experience, too. His sounds were mostly incoherent now, both his hands wrapped into Noah's hair, his hips shifting and thrusting up shallowly. Noah tried to move with him, but Luke's movements were so erratic that it wasn't doing much good. Finally Noah took in a deep breath through his nose, tilted his head and tried to open his throat, and swallowed as much of Luke as he could, sucking hard.
"FUUUUUUCK." Luke really did levitate off the bed then, pushing his hips against Noah's face as he came, and came, and came. Noah swallowed and sucked and licked as best he could, surprised to find that he actually could handle most of it, not so surprised to find he loved the taste. French roast coffee with a float of cream, he decided, rolling his eyes a little at his flight of fancy.
He crawled up the bed, having forgotten about his own state of arousal in his focus on Luke. But as he lowered himself half across Luke's body to initiate another kiss, his hard cock brushed Luke's hip, and he sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth. Jesus, he could cut glass with that thing.
He heard a soft chuckle from below him, followed by a soft murmur. "Hey, lemme help you with that."
Luke's fingers closed around Noah's cock and tugged lightly, once, twice, and on the third pull, Noah exploded, shooting creamy white across Luke's stomach. His arms gave out and he collapsed, half on the bed and half on Luke, mumbling Luke's name against his shoulder.
It took him a few minutes to gather his wits again. Turning his head slightly, so that his cheek rested against Luke's shoulder instead of his mouth, he said, "Well. That was ..."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Luke said, laughing. "Oh man. I feel ... God, I feel like running a marathon or something."
Noah snorted. "Fine for you, I don't think I'll be able to move for a couple of days."
Luke shifted around, pushing and pulling until they were lying side by side, facing each other. He leaned forward, drawing Noah into a long, wet, deep kiss, then pulled back just far enough so that they could look into each other's eyes. "Thank you, Noah."
Noah blinked. "Thank me? For what?"
"For doing that," Luke said, flicking his eyes down and back up. "For not holding back. I know it's still hard for you sometimes, no pun intended, and I just think I should tell you that I appreciate it. Because I really, really do." He kissed Noah again, three brief open-mouthed kisses that left Noah wanting more.
"Mmmm, you're welcome," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his nose against Luke's cheek. "Trust me, the feeling was mutual."
He felt Luke's cheeks widen into a grin. "Well, I doubt that," he said. "But we can fix that shortly. 'Cause I also really, really want a turn."
Noah pulled his head back, catching Luke's gaze again. "I want that, too," he said, serious, choosing his words carefully. "I really, really do. But we don't have to rush here, Luke. We have plenty of time. Besides," he felt himself smirking a little, "I kinda like having all these firsts to experience. Why not spread them out a little?"
Luke searched his eyes for a moment, apparently finding the answer he wanted there, and his face slowly broke into a bright smile, dimples showing. "Yeah," he said. "It is kinda nice. Because, you know, Noah" -- he leaned forward for one more quick kiss -- "I want all my firsts to be with you."
Noah knew he was grinning goofily again, but he didn't really care. The only things that mattered were the fullness in his chest, and the banquet of joy curled up next to him.
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Banquet
Date: 2009-09-02 01:47 pm (UTC)I'm september from vh.net. I really enjoyed the pace of this story and your descriptions of each scene. It flowed extremely well and it was an excellent read, not to mention *thud* hot. :)
Re: Banquet
Date: 2009-09-02 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-05 10:11 pm (UTC)Forgive the long quote - I could not pick just a part of that - the image was incredible!
I just finished reading all of your stories and I think your terrific. I can't wait to read more of your version of the boys both L/N and V/J.
Thank you so much for sharing!