Day Off (1/1)

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Title: Day Off
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing/Characters: Luke/Noah, brief Damian
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~4,600

Summary: Luke, Noah, and a blissful Saturday.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's notes: Pure fluff. No angst, no MaybeDead!Holden, no bad Mason-related plot point possibilities. Big thanks to freakykat and escapes for the beta help!

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Coffee rewarmed in the microwave was easily in the top three on Luke's do not want list, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Even though it was Saturday, he was running late; they'd had to schedule a conference call for this morning, the only time this week that Damian's assistant could work out for all the required parties to be available. So there was no time to make fresh coffee or stop by Java on the way to the office. Noah'd pulled the early shift this morning, third time this week, so Luke's only choices were reheating yesterday's dregs or going uncaffeinated. The latter wasn't in his vocabulary.

His cell trilled just as he took a mouthful of the overly sugared-and-creamed concoction. Pulling a face at the taste, he grabbed the phone: Damian? Puzzled, he answered with a "hey, what's up?"

"Good morning, son." Damian's voice sounded rushed. "I'm sorry to inform you at the last minute like this, but we've had to cancel the conference call. There's a bit of a crisis with one of the subcontractors, so I need to straighten that out first."

"That's okay," Luke said. "I'll come on in anyway and see if I can help with anything."

"No, son, that's fine," Damian said. "It's the weekend, and you've already worked some long hours this week. Take the time to recharge."

Luke hesitated. "Well, if you're sure there's nothing I can do."

Damian chuckled. "Relax, Luciano," he said. "You don't need to feel responsible for everything quite yet. Grimaldi Shipping will still be here on Monday. Go, have some fun."

Luke grinned. "Okay, thanks," he said. "But seriously, call if I can help."

He ended the call and stood there for a moment, at a loss. Absently, he lifted the coffee mug still in his left hand toward his mouth, then stopped and looked down at it, screwed up his face in disgust.

"Oh, as if," he muttered, dumping the foul brew down the sink and heading for the door and his favorite barista.

~~~~

Noah was just handing off a mug and a pastry, with a polite smile of thanks for the business that didn't really touch his eyes, as Luke slipped through the door at Java. The jingling drew Noah's attention, and as he turned and saw who it was, the smile broke into reality. His eyes lit up and softened at the same time, and his sharp eyeteeth came into view.

"Hey!" he said, taking one long stride over to the edge of the counter to meet Luke. "What're you doing here? I thought you had a meeting?"

Luke grinned, reaching up for a kiss. "Got sprung," he said. "Need coffee."

Noah leaned in, his eyes teasing. "Ooo, nonverbal, precaffeine Luke today, huh?" He pressed another kiss against Luke's lips. "One coffee infusion, coming right up."

One more quick kiss, and Luke moved away, sliding into the nearest empty seat. He watched Noah's practiced moves as he made Luke's usual latte, probably sneaking in a pump of hazelnut or caramel, a little sweet surprise for Luke's taste buds. Kind of like Noah himself, in fact.

Luke found it hard to stop grinning these days. Even with their crazy-busy schedules, the jobs and projects and family crises that kept eating into potential together time, they still had the nights, curled up together in their shared bed. Maybe those nights were less often of the hot-and-sweaty variety than they'd like, but who could argue with a Noah-shaped body pillow?

The awake version of that pillow walked over to him, a steaming mug in one hand and a plate in the other, carrying three of Luke's favorite things to him: a latte, a cream cheese-filled croissant, and the tastiest treat of all, the tall-dark-handsome man smiling down at him.

"Here you go," Noah said, bending down for another kiss, lingering a little this time, tongues coming out to taste each other. "Enjoy. I'm on break in five, so I'll be back."

Luke shot him a grin, then watched over the mug, admiring the lines of his boyfriend's body as he moved back behind the counter to greet another customer. The smile was more genuine than polite this time, the light in his eyes warming Noah's whole face. Something clenched in Luke's chest, an ache of contentment, knowing that just his being nearby could brighten Noah's day like that.

He smiled into his coffee, laced with the flavors of hazelnut and happiness.

~~~~

Five minutes stretched to 15 as Noah and Jeff dealt with a late-morning rush of late sleepers, so Luke's coffee and croissant were down to dregs and crumbs by the time Noah slid into a chair opposite him. "Ugh," Noah said, popping the top from a cold bottle of water and taking several long swallows. "My feet are killing me. Half of Oakdale must've come in today. What happened, a massive, city-wide coffeepot failure?"

Luke grinned and leaned forward, grabbing Noah's hand and lacing their fingers together. "Nah, they're just following my lead and coming in for the amazing scenery."

Noah's eyes softened again, as they always did when Luke paid him a compliment. "Mmm, I dunno," he mused, resting his head on his free hand. "I thought it got a lot more scenic in here about 20 minutes ago."

Luke lifted his eyebrows teasingly, his dimples deepening. "Flatterer," he said.

"Nah," came the reply. "Just being honest. Besides," Noah continued, his voice dropping half an octave as he rubbed his thumb against the palm of Luke's hand, "you know what they say about flattery getting you everywhere."

Luke loved, loved flirting with Noah. Especially out in the open like this, no reason to hide anything. Especially now that he knew exactly where it would get them.

The cafe's door opened, and a giggle of teen girls poured in. Noah glanced their way and sighed, giving Luke's hand one final squeeze. "Sorry, looks like break time's over," he said. "You gonna be home later?"

Luke nodded. "Guess so. You're off at 1, right?" Noah nodded. "Maybe we can catch a movie. If you don't need to work on your movie, I mean."

Noah shrugged as he stood up, reaching for Luke's empty plate and mug. "Probably, but a break would be nice. We'll just play it by ear, okay?"

Luke nodded again and stood himself. "I'll check what's playing and see you at home." One last kiss, and they parted.

~~~~~

Luke sighed, pushing the laptop away. None of the movies playing looked interesting, and he didn't really feel like being cooped up inside all afternoon on a day this beautiful anyway. He looked out the window at the crisp blue sky and bright sunshine. A thought struck, and he smiled and reached for his cell phone.

"Hey Dad ... yeah, everything's good. I just have a little favor to ask."

~~~~

Luke was practically bouncing on the sofa with anticipation, aimlessly flipping channels without comprehending anything, when Noah's key finally turned in the lock. Luke pushed the power button on the remote and dropped it onto the cushion as he jumped up, taking three long strides to meet Noah just inside the door.

"Hey," he said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets and tipping up onto his toes.

"Hey," Noah replied, clearly amused by his boyfriend's obvious excitement. He bent for a quick kiss, but Luke pulled him back for a longer one. Their arms came around each other, but just as Noah started to settle into the idea of a nice, long makeout session (or more), Luke broke the kiss, leaning back in Noah's arms and searching out his eyes.

"So," he said. "What would you say to a ballgame?"

Noah blinked at the sudden left turn. "You mean, like, baseball?"

"Yes, baseball, you big doofus," Luke said, stepping back and sliding his arms down to grasp Noah's hands. "It's too great a day to spend indoors, and Dad got us a couple of Cubs tickets. The game's not until 3 today, so if we leave soon we might even make first pitch."

"Hmmm," Noah said, twisting their hands to interlock their fingers. "A day game at Wrigley with the hottest guy in the state. Talk about an offer I can't refuse."

Luke laughed. "Okay, big guy, go get changed." He stepped closer, his mouth an inch from Noah's. "I'd help, but then we'd never make it to Chicago."

~~~~

They left the windows down on Luke's car as they drove toward the city, blasting classic rock all the way, one of the few music styles they always agreed on. They sang along off-key, joked about what David Bowie and Mick Jagger got up to in their private time, even admitted to crushes. (Who knew that Noah appreciated Jim Morrison for more than just his music? Although he admitted Val Kilmer probably figured into it, too.)

Luke decided they should go on road trips more often. Preferably long, meandering ones, with lots of hidden byways where they could park and, ahem, go exploring.

Today, though, was about a different kind of fun. They found a parking lot near the ballpark that Luke was familiar with, and they walked hand-in-hand through Wrigleyville, pausing so Noah could check out the statue of Harry Caray and stare up at the iconic marquee, things he'd only seen onscreen before today. Their seats were good, as usual for the tickets Holden's friend could provide. As they sat, Luke realized Noah's eyes were darting around under the brim of his Cubs cap (a gift from Luke after their day trip to New York), almost as if he were looking for something, or someone.

"Hey." Luke put his hand over Noah's, which was gripping the armrest between them. "Are you okay?"

"Okay?" Noah's head swiveled around. "I'm fantastic! I can't believe how much more beautiful it is here than in the movies. It's so ... green, and open, but small, in a good way. Like, cozy, almost. And the ivy on the brick, it's just perfect."

Luke grinned. Ever the director, his boyfriend. "Yeah, it's amazing. There's not much better than a day game at Wrigley."

Noah leaned back in his seat, sliding his arm across Luke's back. "Unless it's seeing a day game at Wrigley with your gorgeous boyfriend."

"Mmm." Luke made a sound of agreement, leaning into Noah's loose embrace and glancing sideways at him from under his lashes. "Yeah, that part's pretty amazing, too."

~~~~

The game was good, a taut pitcher's duel broken up by two long home-team homers that sent people scrambling out on Waveland, and the Cubs won. Luke and Noah spilled from the ballpark with 30,000 other happy hometown fans, holding hands and laughing, their cheeks and noses pinked with sun.

"You hungry?" Luke bumped Noah's hip with his as they walked toward the car, grinning up at him.

Noah laughed. "Let's see, a foot-long Chicago dog, a Coke big enough to take a bath in, and half of that ice cream thing you tortured me with in the eighth inning. Nah, I think I'm good for a while. You?"

"Well, I could do with more ice cream, but mostly for the spoon licking." His grin grew wider as Noah let out a sound halfway between a moan and a pant, the same one he'd made every time Luke's tongue had twirled around another spoonful of soft serve. "But I'd kind of like us to make it back to Oakdale without driving off the road. I mean, we've spent more than enough time groping in my car or your truck to last us for a while, babe." He tugged Noah closer, wrapping his free arm around Noah's forearm. "I'd rather spend some time groping in our bed."

Noah smiled, that half-surprised, half-grateful look he always got when they talked about living together. Even now that it was a reality, it seemed he still had trouble quite believing his good luck. "Yeah," he said. "If I never hit a body part on a steering wheel again, it'll be too soon."

Luke laughed, picking up his pace and pulling Noah along. "Well let's get going," he said. "The sooner we make it home, the sooner we can make with the groping."

~~~~

They switched to blues on the trip back to Oakdale, three-chord progressions serving as soundtrack as they talked about the game. Noah -- quiet, shy, reserved Noah -- couldn't stop chattering about Wrigley Field, the game, how different things looked when you were practically sitting on the field, not in a club box (like in New York) or up in the cheap seats (like the couple of games he'd been to in childhood). His blue eyes gleamed and his teeth flashed in the fading light as Luke drove south, taking every possible chance to look over and watch his boyfriend's happy face.

Luke felt a warmth seep over him that he'd only felt a handful of times in his life, a sense of contentment and fulfillment that he wanted to wrap around himself like a blanket. It felt like sitting in Grandma Emma's kitchen, eating cookies and drinking cold, fresh milk, surrounded by the peaceful bustle of the farm and his family.

It felt like home.

~~~~

Home felt good. Luke and Noah pushed through the door together, laughing at some silly comment one of them had made. Luke tossed his keys on the coffee table and headed for the refrigerator, hearing the sounds of Noah locking up. Retrieving a couple of bottles of cold water, Luke popped the tops and offered one to Noah as he stepped into the kitchen.

They each took one long drink, Luke watching Noah's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Noah caught his gaze, and his eyes darkened. He set his bottle on the counter, then reached for Luke's bottle with one hand and Luke with the other.

Luke moaned as Noah's cold tongue invaded his mouth without preamble. He grabbed out, reaching for something to hang onto, his hands finally digging into the undersides of Noah's upper arms. Noah's hands gripped the base of Luke's skull, angling his head this way and that, searching for deeper, hotter, more.

Noah pulled back suddenly, caught Luke's gaze, heavy breaths mingling in the air between them. Then he grinned. "Come and get it!" And he was gone, dashing for the bedroom down the hall.

Luke yelled out a laughing protest and took off after him. He dove onto the bed where Noah was already spread out, waiting for him, and went directly for the tickling.

"Ahhhhh!" Noah squirmed and pushed at Luke's roving hands, snickering and trying to get away, but not too far away. Finally he managed to capture Luke's wrists and used the leverage to flip him onto his back, pinning his hands to the mattress and dropping his weight on top of him.

They smiled and breathed at each other for a long moment. "Hello, Luke," Noah said.

"Hello, Noah" came the reply.

A few more rapid breaths, and suddenly hands were scrambling again, pulling at clothes and zippers, pushing off jeans and socks. Their mouths met again and again, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. They rolled together, naked, tangling in sheets, tussling and tossing until they were both laughing at themselves and each other. They pulled apart and rested side by side, catching their breath, Luke's hand tipped back against Noah's stomach. They were both half-hard but in no great hurry to do anything about it.

Luke moved first, ever the impatient one. He climbed on top of Noah, settling himself high on Noah's thighs, their cocks just brushing against each other. Noah's hands lifted to rest on Luke's thighs, thumbs tracing circles just above his knees. Luke surveyed the expanse of skin in front of him and grinned. "I just can't decide where to start," he said, playfully, running his fingertips lightly across Noah's stomach.

"Mmmm, feels good," Noah murmured, his eyes dark and half-lidded. His hands changed position, just enough for his nails to scratch lightly along Luke's skin, sending shivers out in all directions.

Luke leaned forward, holding Noah's gaze, ignoring the charge of friction heat as their cocks rubbed together. His hands slid to wrap around Noah's sides, rubbing gently, as he pressed soft kisses up the center of Noah's chest. He could feel Noah's breath hitch and his heart beat as he moved, languidly running his mouth across Noah's skin, licking and sucking, running his teeth across Noah's hardened nipples. They hadn't had a lot of chances to take things slowly in the months since they'd become lovers. Luke was determined to take advantage this time.

He continued his meandering pace, enjoying the sounds Noah was making. Breathy moans, whispers of his name, wordless exhalations, each simultaneously warming Luke's heart and hardening his cock. He gradually moved lower, sliding down to lie across Noah's legs, pressing kisses across his hipbones, running his tongue along the crease between leg and groin. Noah's hands drifted away, and Luke glanced up to see long fingers tangling into the sheets. Noah's eyes were pressed closed and his head tilted back, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, his breathing raspy.

Luke lifted his head. "Hey, Noah," he said, waiting for Noah to pry his eyes open and look down at him. Blue eyes gone black, and Luke smiled softly. "Relax," he murmured. "We don't have to be in any hurry."

Noah nodded and relaxed infinitesimally. "S'just, so good," he muttered, and Luke rubbed his hands up and down Noah's thighs.

"I know," he said. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Luke knew how hard it was for Noah to let go of his tight rein of control. Responsibility had always weighed heavily on Noah, and most of the time, that was good for both of them. But being with Luke had gradually taught him that it was okay to let someone else worry about things sometimes. Luke loved pampering Noah when he got the rare chance, and tonight, it was everything he wanted.

Luke returned to his leisurely exploration of Noah's body. He moved with catlike grace across the bed, kissing every exposed bit of skin, pausing for long excursions into Noah's mouth. He coaxed Noah onto his stomach and spent just as long on his back as he had on his front. Noah squirmed and moaned, his hips moving against the mattress, while Luke enjoyed the feeling of being thoroughly aroused, and thoroughly arousing his boyfriend, without any particular urgency behind it.

Gradually, Luke began to focus his attention on the area he knew Noah most wanted him to touch. Sliding his hands across Noah's ass, he slipped his thumbs between Noah's thighs and gently urged his legs apart. Noah acquiesced immediately, his breathing hitching again as he did, a sound that shot like lightning through Luke's groin. Luke stretched up, snagging a pillow from the side of the bed. He prodded Noah's hip, and Noah lifted up automatically, settled back down gingerly against the pillow, pressing his erection down into the softness.

Luke smiled at the new landscape in front of him: Noah lay fully open and exposed, a testament to not only his arousal but also his sheer trust in Luke. They'd rarely been in this position, each of them generally preferring the opposite roles, but Noah didn't even question Luke's choice tonight. A wave of love crashed over Luke, and he took a deep breath, savoring the feeling.

"Luke?" Noah had lifted his head off the mattress, turning in Luke's direction.

Luke looked up at him and grinned. "It's okay," he said. "Just enjoying the view."

Noah chuffed out a laugh and dropped his head back to the mattress. "M'kay," he muttered. "I can wait."

Luke chuckled. "Oh, I don't think you'll have to wait long." He bent forward, wrapped his hands around Noah's thighs, and took Noah's balls into his mouth.

"Oh GOD!" Noah jumped at the unexpected contact, but Luke was prepared with his grip on Noah's legs. He swirled his tongue, drawing forth a loud groan from Noah, then sucked lightly, and Noah went limp, panting.

Luke pulled back slowly, then pressed his tongue just behind Noah's sac. Noah shivered and groaned again. "God, Luke," he rasped. "God."

Luke withdrew, replacing mouth with fingers, stroking the sensitive spot with one hand while reaching for the bedside table with the other. He retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom, dropping the latter on the mattress and sliding the bottle under Noah's hip to warm it. He returned his attention to the expanse of shining skin in front of him, gliding kisses across Noah's ass, bending to tease his inner thighs with his tongue. Noah's sighs and moans were nearly constant, a litany of desire that pierced Luke's body and soul. He didn't know it was possible to love anyone this much.

Hand shaking, he retrieved the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. Planting one last kiss at the base of Noah's spine, he circled his middle finger around Noah's anus. Noah jerked, then groaned, louder than before. "Yeah," he rasped. "God, please."

As much as Luke was enjoying going slow, he recognized the desperation in Noah's voice. He needed something faster now, his body beyond waiting. Luke obliged, sliding his finger in all the way. Noah gasped, and Luke pushed his finger down, finding the jackpot almost immediately.

"Jesus!" Noah's voice cracked. "Oh my God, Luke."

Luke bit his lip to keep in control. He moved his finger in a tight circle, feeling Noah loosen around him, then added more lube and a second finger, crooking them down and massaging Noah's prostate. His other hand came up to press against his perineum, a combination that Luke knew drove Noah wild. Sure enough, the string of sounds coming out of Noah changed immediately.

"Fuck, oh shit, God that's so good, oh fuck me, fuck." Luke loved hearing Noah lose control like that, his quiet demeanor giving way to total wanton abandon. "Luke, please, need more, need you."

"God, Noah," Luke said, his voice shredded. "Yeah. I'm gonna fuck you now." He pulled his fingers free, then drove back in with three.

Noah keened, a wail of desperate desire that was the last straw for Luke. He grabbed for the condom wrapper and ripped it with his teeth, slicking it on with shaking hands. He slapped on lube with a few quick strokes, then lined himself up and pushed inside.

"Ahhhh!" Luke wasn't sure if the sound came from him, Noah, or both. He stopped, just the head inside, and waited, trembling with need, for Noah to adjust to the invasion. It seemed like hours but was probably only seconds before Noah pushed back against him, silently asking for more, for everything Luke had to give. Steeling himself, Luke drove in to the hilt.

This time, he knew the keening came from both of them. Breathing hard, Luke bent forward, dropping kisses between Noah's shoulder blades, holding his lover's hips tight against his own. He waited, again, for Noah to be ready. It didn't take long.

"God, Luke, fuck me."

Luke didn't hesitate. He began to move, going from zero to flat-out in a matter of strokes. Each thrust drove Noah into the mattress and pillow underneath him, pushing pants and moans from his throat. Noah flung his hands back, reaching for Luke, and Luke lunged forward, grabbing Noah's wrists and pinning them to the mattress beside their hips, never slowing down his movements.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." Noah sounded practically incoherent with need. "Oh fuck fuck fuck, so good, so close, oh fuck me, just like that yeah yeah oh God I'm gonna --" He cut off on a guttural groan and ground into the mattress, jerking as his climax took him.

With his last shred of control, Luke held still and held his breath, trying so hard not to come as Noah pulsed around him. He wanted more, wanted to keep fucking his beautiful boyfriend, wanted to lose himself in that body. As soon as Noah stopped moving, before he could realize Luke hadn't come, Luke released Noah's wrists, grabbed his hips instead, and pulled Noah up onto his knees before driving back into him.

"SHIT." Noah scrabbled for something, anything to hold onto as Luke pounded into him, knowing the angle was the perfect one to hit Noah's prostate on every stroke. Noah finally got his arms under him and braced on his elbows, shoving himself back wildly, pistoning on Luke's cock. Luke thought his head would explode before his cock, he was so far beyond aroused by the feel of Noah's tight ass around him and the sight of his back muscles flexing as they fucked.

Noah stream of verbalizations was constant now, mostly nonsensical sounds with an occasional expletive thrown in for spice. Luke's thighs were quivering, but he didn't care, couldn't think beyond the need to keep moving, keep driving, keep feeling.

"OH HELL." Noah's head snapped back and he screamed, actually screamed, for fuck's sake, as he was overtaken by another orgasm. Luke didn't even know it was possible for a man to come twice that close together, but he didn't have a chance to even wonder about it, because the feel of Noah's body contracting around him for the second time was more than he could take. He didn't recognize the noises that came out of his mouth as he thrust deep into Noah's body one last time and his climax ripped through him.

They fell onto the mattress together, a tangle of limbs and love.

~~~~

Later, sated and showered, and with the bed straightened back out again, they curled up together against their pile of pillows. Most of them were Luke's, his penchant for high-end bedding a remnant of his privileged upbringing that Noah didn't mind in the least. Well, except when a pillow got in the way of his roving hands, in which case it just got sent flying.

Luke sighed, settling his head against Noah's shoulder and wrapping his arm across Noah's chest. He felt Noah's chin nestle against his head as his arms came around him, holding him close.

"I have to say." Noah's voice rumbled against Luke's ear. "This has been one of the most excellent days I can remember."

Luke smiled sleepily, fingers lazily drawing random patterns on Noah's skin. "It really was," he said. "I should totally take the day off more often."

Noah blew out a laugh. "Yeah, well, you're the boss's son, right? That should get you some special consideration."

Luke lifted his head and rested it on his hand, looking up at Noah. "Don't want to press my luck," he said, grinning. "I'm not through my ninety-day probation period yet."

Noah's arms tightened, and Luke raised up further, capturing Noah's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "Mmm," Noah moaned as they pulled apart. "Yeah, we don't want you losing your job. Be kind of tough to explain to your father when he's the one who fired you."

Luke snickered. "Not to mention the I-told-you-sos from Lucinda. Guess I'll just have to tough it out." He planted a kiss on Noah's chest, then settled his head back down. "It's a lot easier knowing I get to come home to you."

He yawned, feeling sleep drift over him as Noah's arms tightened again. His sleep-washed words were the last thing Luke heard before he drifted off: "Same here."