Preflight (1/1)
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noelleleitheficTitle: Preflight (1/1)
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~890
Summary: Luke and Noah say goodbye. For now.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's notes: This is sort of a prequel to Banquet, but you don't have to read that one to get this one. Unless you want to, of course. :)
~~~~
"Hey, Noah?"
"Yeah?"
"What time's your flight?"
"Seven-twenty, I think. Overnight's gonna suck. Hope I can sleep on the plane."
"Need a ride to the airport?"
"Well, the school's got a van --"
"Just say yes."
"O ... kay. Um, yes?"
~~~~
They took Noah's truck, but Luke insisted on driving. He wouldn't give reasons, but Noah had learned the signs by then and knew there was something up a sleeve somewhere. He had some idea about what might be involved. He'd seen the looks Luke had been throwing him in the two days since their mushroom adventure. He'd been throwing plenty of his own. But last-minute trip preparations and foundation work had left them with barely time to sleep, in their separate rooms, much less to spend more than a few captured moments alone together.
Luke chatted as he drove, fiddling with the stereo and shifting in his seat restlessly. He just wasn't made for sitting still, and not for the first time, Noah said a silent thanks that he didn't have to any more. Noah could watch Luke fidget all day and never tire of it.
"So, Faith told me she made you promise to send postcards," Luke was saying, cutting his eyes over to glance at Noah. "She's got a crush on you, you know."
Noah laughed, startled. "Seriously?" He could feel himself blushing.
Luke shrugged and grinned. "Well, I can't say that I blame her," he said. "At least we know she has excellent taste."
Noah reached over to slide a hand across Luke's thigh, feeling strong muscles flex under his fingers. "Well, I know I do," he murmured, watching Luke's grin widen.
It was just a few more seconds before Luke switched lanes and exited the highway. Noah wasn't surprised, just watched to see where they were going. Luke took one turn, then another, and finally, carefully, pulled the truck through a narrow opening in the trees and came to a stop, just out of sight of the road.
Before them was a narrow bubbling stream, dancing over rocks and earth. Luke rolled down the windows a few inches, bringing in the cool of the air and the sound of the water, and turned off the truck.
Noah could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He leaned back against the seat, turning his head toward Luke. "I take it this isn't just a scenic stop," he said.
Luke didn't look at him. Carefully, slowly, he removed the keys from the ignition and laid them on the dashboard. With one hand, he popped the catch on his seatbelt; with the other, he reached to undo Noah's.
Noah wasn't sure later if he grabbed Luke or if Luke jumped him. All he knew that was he suddenly had a lapful of wriggling Luke, had his hands buried in golden hair, had those beautiful lips sealed with his. He licked and sucked, nibbled and tongued his way through Luke's mouth, across his face, down his neck. Luke's moans drove him on, reaching for more, searching for everything.
Oh my God, Luke. He couldn't say it, his mouth too busy feasting, but his hands scrambled around from Luke's hair to his chest, pulling at his shirt, pushing up the hem, fingers reaching up and up to brush across his nipples. Luke's breath hitched in his chest, and Noah caught hard flesh between thumbs and forefingers, pinching and twisting lightly.
Luke's lips popped off his. "Jesus," he breathed into Noah's mouth. "God, Noah."
It wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough. Noah abandoned Luke's chest for points south, fumbling for his belt buckle. Luke grabbed his hands, pushing them instead to Noah's own waist, and they pulled their hips just far enough apart to release leather and metal and denim and skin. Just far enough for hands to capture flesh.
Luke leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, his mouth hanging open. Noah knew his face probably wore a similar look, want and right and love, but his mind and body were focused on the feel of Luke in his hand and the feel of Luke's hand on him.
He twisted his wrist, giving an experimental tug, watching Luke's face, so close to his. Luke's eyelids drooped over blackened pupils, and his mouth closed as he swallowed.
"Luke," Noah whispered, hoarse with desire. "Touch me."
Luke's chin dipped, and he brought their mouths together, tasting Noah's moan as his hand began to move. They kissed and stroked, cocks and hands brushing against each other, hips shifting, hands grasping. They found a rhythm, smooth and languid steadily growing into needy and urgent, good to better to pure perfection.
Luke fell first. He broke their kiss, throwing his head back with a cry, and Noah tipped forward to suck onto his neck, biting down as he followed into bliss.
~~~~
Luke had planned well. Towels to clean up, wet wipes to dab off a few spots on clothing, and he delivered Noah to O'Hare exactly two hours before his flight. Pulling the truck up in front of the terminal, he turned in his seat and shot Noah a burning look.
"So," he said. "Have a good flight."
Noah unfastened his seat belt and slid across until their lips were an inch apart. "I'll be thinking about you the whole time," he murmured, before swallowing Luke's grin.
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~890
Summary: Luke and Noah say goodbye. For now.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's notes: This is sort of a prequel to Banquet, but you don't have to read that one to get this one. Unless you want to, of course. :)
~~~~
"Hey, Noah?"
"Yeah?"
"What time's your flight?"
"Seven-twenty, I think. Overnight's gonna suck. Hope I can sleep on the plane."
"Need a ride to the airport?"
"Well, the school's got a van --"
"Just say yes."
"O ... kay. Um, yes?"
~~~~
They took Noah's truck, but Luke insisted on driving. He wouldn't give reasons, but Noah had learned the signs by then and knew there was something up a sleeve somewhere. He had some idea about what might be involved. He'd seen the looks Luke had been throwing him in the two days since their mushroom adventure. He'd been throwing plenty of his own. But last-minute trip preparations and foundation work had left them with barely time to sleep, in their separate rooms, much less to spend more than a few captured moments alone together.
Luke chatted as he drove, fiddling with the stereo and shifting in his seat restlessly. He just wasn't made for sitting still, and not for the first time, Noah said a silent thanks that he didn't have to any more. Noah could watch Luke fidget all day and never tire of it.
"So, Faith told me she made you promise to send postcards," Luke was saying, cutting his eyes over to glance at Noah. "She's got a crush on you, you know."
Noah laughed, startled. "Seriously?" He could feel himself blushing.
Luke shrugged and grinned. "Well, I can't say that I blame her," he said. "At least we know she has excellent taste."
Noah reached over to slide a hand across Luke's thigh, feeling strong muscles flex under his fingers. "Well, I know I do," he murmured, watching Luke's grin widen.
It was just a few more seconds before Luke switched lanes and exited the highway. Noah wasn't surprised, just watched to see where they were going. Luke took one turn, then another, and finally, carefully, pulled the truck through a narrow opening in the trees and came to a stop, just out of sight of the road.
Before them was a narrow bubbling stream, dancing over rocks and earth. Luke rolled down the windows a few inches, bringing in the cool of the air and the sound of the water, and turned off the truck.
Noah could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He leaned back against the seat, turning his head toward Luke. "I take it this isn't just a scenic stop," he said.
Luke didn't look at him. Carefully, slowly, he removed the keys from the ignition and laid them on the dashboard. With one hand, he popped the catch on his seatbelt; with the other, he reached to undo Noah's.
Noah wasn't sure later if he grabbed Luke or if Luke jumped him. All he knew that was he suddenly had a lapful of wriggling Luke, had his hands buried in golden hair, had those beautiful lips sealed with his. He licked and sucked, nibbled and tongued his way through Luke's mouth, across his face, down his neck. Luke's moans drove him on, reaching for more, searching for everything.
Oh my God, Luke. He couldn't say it, his mouth too busy feasting, but his hands scrambled around from Luke's hair to his chest, pulling at his shirt, pushing up the hem, fingers reaching up and up to brush across his nipples. Luke's breath hitched in his chest, and Noah caught hard flesh between thumbs and forefingers, pinching and twisting lightly.
Luke's lips popped off his. "Jesus," he breathed into Noah's mouth. "God, Noah."
It wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough. Noah abandoned Luke's chest for points south, fumbling for his belt buckle. Luke grabbed his hands, pushing them instead to Noah's own waist, and they pulled their hips just far enough apart to release leather and metal and denim and skin. Just far enough for hands to capture flesh.
Luke leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, his mouth hanging open. Noah knew his face probably wore a similar look, want and right and love, but his mind and body were focused on the feel of Luke in his hand and the feel of Luke's hand on him.
He twisted his wrist, giving an experimental tug, watching Luke's face, so close to his. Luke's eyelids drooped over blackened pupils, and his mouth closed as he swallowed.
"Luke," Noah whispered, hoarse with desire. "Touch me."
Luke's chin dipped, and he brought their mouths together, tasting Noah's moan as his hand began to move. They kissed and stroked, cocks and hands brushing against each other, hips shifting, hands grasping. They found a rhythm, smooth and languid steadily growing into needy and urgent, good to better to pure perfection.
Luke fell first. He broke their kiss, throwing his head back with a cry, and Noah tipped forward to suck onto his neck, biting down as he followed into bliss.
~~~~
Luke had planned well. Towels to clean up, wet wipes to dab off a few spots on clothing, and he delivered Noah to O'Hare exactly two hours before his flight. Pulling the truck up in front of the terminal, he turned in his seat and shot Noah a burning look.
"So," he said. "Have a good flight."
Noah unfastened his seat belt and slid across until their lips were an inch apart. "I'll be thinking about you the whole time," he murmured, before swallowing Luke's grin.
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