Home (1/1)

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Title: Home (1/1)
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing/characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~3,720
Summary: So after the LA trip, Luke told Noah to take him home ...
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's notes: I watched the 9/3 episode on my cell phone while waiting to pick up friends at the airport for Dragon*Con. I then watched it about eight MORE times over the weekend. Thank God for YouTube and mobile web and LukeVanFan, man. Anyway, this started up in my head on about viewing number three, and I finished it up in the hotel room Labor Day night. Thanks to juliadw for beta!

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They were barely inside the door before Noah dropped his backpack, spun Luke around, and shoved him against the hardwood, pinning his arms above his head. "Noah, what are you--"

Noah's stubbled cheek rubbed against Luke's as he leaned in close, bringing his mouth to Luke's ear. "What I've wanted to do since I saw you outside Java," he growled. "You must not be a mind reader after all, because when I said 'someplace private,' I meant 'home, now.'"

He pressed his hips into Luke's and Luke couldn't hold back a gasp. He tried to keep his cool as long as he could, enjoying one of their favorite little teasing games. "I figured you just wanted to take a nap," he murmured. "It's been an hour and you still haven't even kissed me."

Noah ground his hips, drawing another involuntary gasp from Luke. "Yeah, you noticed that?" he said. "I figured you'd know by now, Luke. If I don't kiss you when we're in public, it's for one reason and one reason only. I don't trust myself to stop there. If I don't kiss you in public, it's because I need to get you somewhere private." He bit Luke's earlobe. "I need to get you somewhere private fast."

Luke's heart felt like it would pound out of his chest. "I think we're somewhere private now."

"Mmmmm," Noah moaned against his cheek, his tongue coming out to trace along Luke's skin. "Yeah, we are." He released Luke's hands, his own hands sliding down to wrap around the base of Luke's head. "And I'm going to kiss you now. And I'm not going to stop."

Noah's mouth was a scant inch from his, their bodies were pressed together from chest to knees, and all Luke could see was Noah's eyes, blue and black and burning into his. Luke forfeited the game without another thought. "God," he breathed. "Yes, Noah, please."

Noah kissed him. After all that buildup, Luke expected heat and pressure, but instead he got warmth and softness. He moaned into the kiss, Noah's lips just brushing his, tongue coming out light and airy. Luke's hands drifted to cup Noah's hips, still flush against his, not moving, just being there, a warm, hard presence.

Noah's light kisses moved away from Luke's mouth, trailing across his jawline. Luke tilted his head up automatically, and Noah's tongue curled under his chin and down his neck, drawing lazy patterns on his skin. Luke shivered, and Noah lifted his mouth away, blowing lightly on the wetness left behind.

"Talk to me," Noah rasped. It was a common request when Noah took charge of their lovemaking; he loved to hear Luke's voice, especially the noises he made. Luke didn't know how coherent he'd be this time, since Noah already had him a quivering mess, and they'd barely gotten started.

He decided to start with that. "God, Noah, do you have any idea what you do to me?" he said, as Noah's mouth returned to his neck. "We're fully clothed and barely in the door and I'm already throbbing all over. I want you so much I can't even think."

He broke off on a moan as Noah sucked at the hollow between his collarbones, tonguing and nibbling the sensitive spot. "Ohhhhhh yeah," he groaned. "Oh, Noah, I missed you so much. You took my heart with you when you left, Noah, you always do."

Noah pulled back again, and Luke whimpered at the loss. He opened his eyes to find Noah looking at him, his expression solemn. "You always have my heart, Luke," Noah said softly. "And I have yours." His hands came up to cup Luke's face, fingers stroking lightly. "I promise to take good care of it."

Luke felt the connection between them like a live wire, an infinite loop of love and trust. He slid one hand to Noah's shoulder and the other to rest over his heart--Luke's heart, beating in Noah's chest. Noah followed his lead, and they stood there together a moment, hands on hearts. Something seemed to shift between them, and Luke felt himself smiling.

"What?" Noah asked, starting to smile himself.

Luke wasn't sure how to articulate the feeling, but he wanted to try. "I feel like ... like we just said vows or something," he said. He searched Noah's eyes. "You have to know that this is it for me. You're the one. Even when I get moody or don't tell you exactly what I'm feeling or do something stupid, I still love you so much I can't possibly put it into words."

Noah leaned forward to brush their lips together briefly. "I feel the same way," he whispered. He quirked a crooked smile. "Or maybe I should say 'same here'?"

Luke grinned and lifted his face to capture Noah's smiling lips. This kiss was greedier, insistent, sealing that connection and searching for more. Noah met him kiss for kiss, tangling their tongues, his hands sliding under the hem of Luke's shirt. Noah broke the kiss as he wrapped his hands into the soft cotton.

"I love this shirt," Noah said. "I love how it's just tight enough to show off your body and drive me crazy, and I love how the color turns your eyes that bright, gorgeous green." He smiled his sexy smirk. "But I have to admit, I like it best when I'm taking it off you."

Luke lifted his arms as Noah did just that, then pushed at Noah's plaid shirt, sending it to the floor to meet Luke's. Noah leaned back to pull off his t-shirt, then pressed Luke back against the door. Luke sucked in a breath as the chill of the wood against his back contrasted with the heat of Noah against his chest.

He felt surrounded by Noah, and it was exactly where he wanted to be.

Noah dipped his head to capture Luke's lips again and wrapped his arms around Luke's waist, pulling him away from the door and starting to walk backward down the hallway to their bedroom. Luke's hands came up to steady himself by gripping Noah's upper arms, feeling his biceps flex as they moved, still kissing. Noah stopped just inside their bedroom door to toe off his sneakers, kicking them off to the side, and Luke hurried to follow his lead. As the shoes hit the floor, Noah's lips moved from Luke's mouth back to his neck and his hands moved from Luke's waist to his ass, squeezing and kneading his cheeks.

"Talk to me," he growled against Luke's skin, repeating his earlier request.

Luke laughed a little shakily. "Hard to talk and kiss at the same time."

Noah immediately tightened his hold on Luke, pulling him toward him, pressing their groins together. "Should I make the 'hard' pun?" he said, and Luke could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hard in all the right places, Noah," he said, his hands wandering over hard biceps, hard pecs, hard shoulders. "Have I told you lately how hot you look? All that swimming we've been doing down at the pond this summer is sure paying off." Noah bit lightly at the tendon on the side of Luke's neck, and Luke groaned. "Mmmmm. I've got the hottest boyfriend in the country, and you wonder why I think I can't measure up to all that Hollywood stuff?"

Noah chuckled against Luke's shoulder. "You must not have looked in a mirror lately, Snyder," he said. "Because I have the hottest boyfriend in the country, too. Nothing Hollywood could offer could ever come close."

Luke smiled, scratching his fingernails up and down Noah's back the way he knew he liked. "Quite a mutual admiration society we've got going on," he said, humming under his breath for a moment as Noah's mouth drifted further down his chest. "So if you're hot and I'm hot, what does that make us together?"

Noah paused, breathing warm, moist air onto Luke's left nipple. "Hmmmm, I don't know," he murmured. "Superheated?"

His lips closed around Luke's nipple, and Luke had to agree with Noah's assessment. "Oh God yes," he groaned. "Jesus, I think I'm going to go up in flames. Shit," he said, his eyes falling shut as Noah bit down lightly. "Yeah, just like that. God, Noah, you are so, so good at this."

Noah laughed lightly, his teeth still latched onto Luke's nipple, and Luke felt every vibration shooting straight to his cock. Noah's tongue lapped across the tip of the hardened skin, and Luke groaned, his knees starting to buckle. Only Noah's tight grip kept him from melting into a puddle on the floor.

"I love how strong you are," Luke managed to say, trying his best to keep up Noah's request. "You keep me grounded and safe. I want your arms around me all the time. Don't ever let go."

Noah released his grip on Luke's nipple, and Luke opened his eyes and looked down to meet Noah's gaze. "I won't let go, Luke," Noah promised. "Even if I'm not there in person, I'm always going to be there with you."

Luke nodded, stroking Noah's hair back from his face. "I know," he replied. "Even when I have trouble remembering that, I do know it. Just like I'm always with you."

Noah rose to his feet then, taking Luke's hands. He led them to the bed, stopping beside it and reaching for Luke's belt. He held Luke's gaze as he unfastened Luke's jeans and pushed them down his hips, taking his underwear along for the ride. Luke stepped out of both and closer to Noah, reaching for Noah's belt. Noah watched him silently as Luke finished undressing Noah, until they were bare for each other.

Noah sat on the edge of the bed and drew Luke down with him, rolling them until Luke was on his back and Noah hovering over him. Noah kissed him deeply, and in Luke's estimation much too briefly, but since he kept his mouth moving over Luke's skin after he broke the kiss, Luke had no complaints. He looked down at Noah, who looked up at him expectantly as his tongue drifted down Luke's chest. Luke grinned and started talking again.

"I love watching you like this, Noah," he said. "Watching you touch me and kiss me, that gets me almost as hot as what you're doing. You are so beautiful and you're mine, and I am the luckiest guy on earth."

"Second luckiest," Noah cut in, and Luke laughed.

"Tied, then," he conceded. "I am just so, so thankful every day that you walked into my life, and not just because of this." He moaned as Noah's mouth closed over his right nipple, and he brought a hand up to cradle Noah's head. "Although this is a really, really good reason to be thankful. God, Noah, what you do to me."

Noah chuckled as he moved further down Luke's body, pushing Luke's legs apart to make room for him to settle between them. He ran his tongue once up the underside of Luke's cock before closing his mouth around the head, and Luke let out a loud moan. One of the best things about having their own place is that they didn't have to keep quiet, since they both loved hearing each other while they made love.

Luke was especially glad for the privacy now, because considering what Noah was doing with that talented tongue, there was no possible way he could keep quiet. "Oh my God, Noah," Luke ground out between gritted teeth. His fingers flexed in Noah's hair as he fought to keep himself from forcing Noah's head down. "Fuck, that's so good. God I love your mouth. I love the way you kiss me and suck me. Sometimes I can't even look at your mouth or I'll get hard--"

Noah tilted his head then and sucked in all of Luke. It had taken several months before Noah could manage this, but oh, was it ever worth the practice, Luke thought. He was beyond words, beyond holding anything back, his hips bucking up as he fucked Noah's beautiful mouth. Noah moved with him, taking it all, knowing exactly what Luke needed and how he needed it. He dug his fingernails into Luke's thighs, and that little flash of pain was all Luke could take. He shouted as he came, shooting into Noah's mouth, fingers pulling at Noah's hair. Noah stayed with him all the way, his mouth gradually softening until he was simply cradling Luke's spent cock on his tongue. With one final lingering kiss, he moved back up Luke's body, nestling his head into the crook of Luke's neck and wrapping his arms around his chest.

Luke tried to gather his wits. Holy hell, he felt like Noah had sucked his brains right out his cock. He wanted to tell Noah how great that was but couldn't muster up the power of speech right then. In a minute, he thought.

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Luke opened his eyes to find Noah lying next to him, head propped up on one hand, grinning.

"Hey," Luke rasped. "What ..." He blinked. "Did I fall asleep?"

Noah laughed. "Just for a few minutes," he said. "I almost got worried until you started snoring."

Luke covered his face with one hand. "Oh man, now that's embarrassing."

"Not at all," Noah replied, pulling the hand away from Luke's face with his free hand. "I consider it a compliment. Knocked you out with a blowjob."

Luke snorted lightly. "Oh, you really are a jerk, Mayer, and full of yourself, too" he said, linking their fingers together. "Or maybe I should say, full of me?"

Noah quirked up an eyebrow. "Well, that'd be fine if you like," he said drily. "But I was thinking about getting you full of me."

After that mind-shattering orgasm, Luke would've bet that his usually quick refractory time would be measured in hours. He was wrong. He was so suddenly hard that it hurt, a burn of blood rushing under oversensitized skin. He moaned loudly, an involuntary reaction to both Noah's words and his own instant arousal. "God," he said. "Yes."

Noah bent to kiss him again, open-mouthed and urgent, and Luke's hands slid back into Noah's hair, holding him close and deepening the kiss. Luke felt Noah still hard against his thigh, and he groaned into Noah's mouth, anticipating the feel of him sliding deep inside. It was just what he needed, to have Noah around and inside him, to feel him all over.

Luke shifted toward Noah and brought his leg up to wrap around Noah's thigh, pulling him closer. Their cocks brushed together and Noah pulled back, letting out a long hiss. "Hold on, hold on," he said, reaching down to press his cock against his stomach with his hand. He blew out a breath and brought his forehead down to press against Luke's. "God, didn't want to come like that, but I am so close," he said. "Hope I can hold it together long enough to get inside you."

Luke grinned. "You'd better," he said. "Wouldn't be fair to tease me like that."

He rolled away, reaching into the bedside table for the lube and a condom. They'd both finally gotten tested during OU's Gay Pride weekend a few months earlier and come up clean, as expected, so they'd dispensed with condoms most of the time. In cases like this, though, when one of them was overstimulated, a condom helped them slow things down a little.

Noah plucked both items out of Luke's hand and nodded toward the head of the bed. "Pillow?" he asked, and Luke's breath caught as he nodded. They'd tried pretty much every position they could think of over the months but found they both liked the ones that let them look at each other when they made love. They joked now and then about their "boring old missionary position" sex life, but in reality they knew it was nothing of the sort.

Luke pulled down an extra pillow and lifted his hips to settle into the soft cushion. Noah was already tearing open the condom, and while Luke loved putting it on himself, he knew that would be too much for Noah right now. Instead, he bent his knees and settled his feet onto the mattress on either side of Noah, running his toes along the sides of Noah's legs. Noah glanced up at him and grinned, and Luke deliberately broke the gaze and shifted to look instead at Noah's cock.

His mouth watered. Noah was fully hard, red skin shading to almost purple around the head. His cock was long and graceful, matching his body, and curved up toward his hard stomach. Luke felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight of his boyfriend preparing to fuck him into the mattress. Seriously, how did I ever get so lucky?

Condom in place, Noah reached for the lube and slicked up his fingers. Luke sighed as Noah reached between his legs, circling around his hole before sliding a finger inside. "Oh yeah," Luke groaned as a shudder went through him. "So good. More, Noah, need more."

Noah added a second finger, scissoring and stretching, then almost as quickly went up to three, knowing exactly how long Luke needed to adjust. He turned his hand palm up and bent his fingers, lightly massaging Luke's prostate.

"Shit, yeah, oh fuck." Luke's writer's vocabulary went right out the window in the throes of passion, replaced mostly with words that would make a sailor blush. "Right there, yeah. Oh Jesus, Noah, fuck me, please."

"Yeah," Noah said, driving his fingers into Luke. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you."

Luke opened his eyes, not even realizing he'd closed them, and met Noah's gaze, trying to put both love and desperation into his eyes. He needed Noah in him, damn foreplay and preparation. "Now, Noah," he said. "I'm ready, please."

Luke watched as Noah pulled his hand away, adding more lube and sliding his hand over his cock to coat it. He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second before leaning forward and sliding his hand behind Luke's right knee, pushing his leg up into the air and bringing his ankle up to rest on Noah's shoulder. He met Luke's gaze again as his lube-slicked hand guided his cock into Luke.

Luke sucked in a breath in reaction to the burn as Noah slid all the way inside with one slow thrust, but he fought to keep his eyes open so Noah wouldn't stop or pull back. He wrapped his free leg around Noah's waist, pulling him in closer, and Noah leaned forward, the stretch opening Luke even further. Noah stopped there, as deep inside Luke as he could get, and it was all Luke could do not to pound his fists against the mattress in frustration.

"Dammit, Noah, fuck me now," he demanded, shoving his hips against Noah's as hard as he could manage.

Noah chuckled. "Impatient, aren't you?" he asked. "Well, settle in, because I'm going to fuck you for a long, long time."

Luke groaned as Noah started to move, sliding halfway out and then back in, slowly and deliberately. Much too slowly for Luke's preference. "God, you are such a jerk," he said. "You're killing me here, Noah."

Noah grunted softly. "Killing myself, too," he admitted. "Just don't want it to be over. You feel too good."

Luke couldn't agree more. Despite his body's cries for harder and faster, every slow, firm stroke Noah made hit every hot spot on Luke's entire body. It felt like bits of Noah were all over him, swarming over his skin, finding all the places that made him shiver and moan. Luke didn't want that feeling to ever end.

It seemed Noah didn't either. He was moaning on every thrust now, managing to get out only a few words, like "God" and "good" and "Luke." Luke couldn't even manage that much, all of his brain power having flown south to his cock and ass. He could feel his climax just over the horizon, creeping up like the sunrise, about to erupt across the landscape of their bed.

When it arrived, though, it felt less like an eruption than it did a slow-motion lava flow. Heat and sensation poured out from Luke's cock across his body, enveloping him in a cocoon of pleasure and Noah. His ears buzzed and his eyes watered, and it didn't seem to end. Noah still moved deliberately inside him, and every thrust sent out another wave of warmth, until Luke couldn't tell if he was still coming or coming a hundred times, over and over again. He didn't know how long it went on until he felt Noah shudder and thrust deep inside one more time, his body shaking against Luke's as his own climax took him.

Gradually, the waves receded and Luke began to come back to himself. Noah lowered Luke's raised leg to the mattress and pulled out carefully, discarding the used condom and crawling up to fall onto the bed beside Luke, one arm flung across Luke's chest. They lay there silently, breathing, just being together.

Noah moved first, lifting up to place a soft kiss on Luke's lips. "Missed you," he said. "Not going away without you again."

Luke smiled. "Not letting you," he said, bringing his arms up to pull Noah in closer. "Next time you get a high-powered meeting in LA, I'm going with you. Need to check out those hot parties for myself and keep those hot actors away from my super-hot boyfriend."

Noah laughed. "Not an actor in all of Hollywood hot enough to compete," he said. "Not when I have you to come home to."

Luke pulled Noah back for another long kiss. "Mmmm, home is good."

"Yeah," Noah said against Luke's lips. "Yeah, it is. But Luke?"

"Yeah?" Luke met Noah's gaze, blue eyes soft and filled with love.

"Just so you know, for me?" Noah said, tightening his arms around Luke. "The where doesn't really matter much. Home ... home is wherever you are."

Luke felt his face break into a dimpled grin. "There's only one thing I can possibly say to that," he said. "Same here."

They swallowed up each other's laughter with a kiss.

Comments

[spirelloforyou.livejournal.com]

You have the ability to write a super hot love scene like that, and then suddenly change it to such a beautiful romantic moment with

"Just so you know, for me?" Noah said, tightening his arms around Luke. "The where doesn't really matter much. Home ... home is wherever you are."

*Reaching for the box of tissues.*