Weekend / Distraction / Going Under

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Title: Weekend / Distraction / Going Under
Author: noelleleithe
Rating: R
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Word count: ~160 / ~140 / ~250
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's note: Here are three ficlets that were posted during a recent comment fic-a-thon at The Hayloft. Prompter/prompt given after each story. Unbetaed, so all my fault. :)

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Weekend

They've been kissing for hours, off and on, with little catnaps slipping in here and there. Luke lies sprawled half across Noah's long body in the center of their bed, one long leg thrown across Noah's, one hand tangled into Noah's hair. It's one of his favorite ways to spend a weekend morning, or afternoon, or pretty much any time at all with Noah. It's not better than sex--nothing is better than that--but it's amazing in its own way, different, softer, sweeter.

He loves to breathe in Noah's scent, taste the coffee and musk on his tongue, listen to his little moans and sighs. Noah's bare skin feels like satin, and when Luke's eyes open briefly between kisses, it looks just as smooth, sleek and burnished gold in the soft light from the window.

The sheets rustle as Noah shifts, pressing his hard cock into Luke's hip, and Luke smiles against Noah's mouth before accepting the silent invitation.

nouveau_monday, prompt: noah/luke - kissing for hours.

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Distraction

He had no idea what he was doing.

Noah sat reading his film history book, right hand slowly sliding the end of a highlighting marker in and out of his mouth. He curled his tongue around the yellow plastic, dipped the tip into the narrow opening at the end, sucked at it a little. His long fingers wrapped around the shaft, thumb rubbing back and forth, back and forth, until Luke thought he would scream.

He must have made a sound, because Noah looked up at him, lips still wrapped around the end of the marker. He read Luke's expression with the familiarity born of practice, and slowly, he smiled, letting the marker rest against his bottom teeth. A knowing eyebrow lifted, and Luke shoved both of their books aside and straddled Noah's lap, replacing hard plastic with demanding tongue.

stardiver, prompt: noah accidentally arouses luke until he can't help himself anymore (not dub-con, just OMG NOW)

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Going Under

Luke can feel all of Noah against all of him, wet and warm and hard in all the right places, and he stares up into blue gone navy, flicks his eyes to Noah's mouth, just inches from his. He manages words first, which shouldn't surprise either of them. "Noah--" he starts, but before he gets any further, Noah's hands are on his face and he's kissing Luke, and Luke's not sure which of them is more surprised by that.

Noah doesn't hold back anything, kissing Luke hard and deep and open, tongue stroking his, and Luke's hands, held so carefully away from Noah, fall unbidden onto the wet skin of Noah's back, palms rubbing, fingers squeezing, searching for anything to ground him in the moment so he doesn't miss any of it. Noah moans into his mouth and the sound shoots straight to Luke's cock, already hard against Noah's hip. He shifts restlessly, desperate for more friction, more heat, more Noah. Noah presses forward, pins Luke harder against the island, and Luke's mind whites out as Noah thrusts his tongue deeper into Luke's mouth.

Luke can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel it all, raw and dark and new. His hands clutch Noah's ass of their own accord, pulling him closer, grinding their hips together. He gasps into Noah's mouth, shudders wracking his body, and suddenly he's coming hard, shaking, every movement echoing back to him as Noah jerks and moans and follows him into the abyss.

indigo_5, prompt: The post- midnight swim tug-of-war, except Maddie doesn't walk in.