In a Sky Filled With Light (Luke/Noah, R)
In a sky filled with light
Luke/Noah (As the World Turns)
R
3,250 words
Notes: Part of my goal of writing/posting fic every day in January.
26 loosely related drabbles, prompted by words from each letter of the alphabet.
My favorite thing about writing in a soap fandom is the excuse to be unapologetically cheesy.
a: “there’s left over apple pie in the fridge if you want some,” Luke called over his shoulder and when he came back downstairs Noah was sitting in the chair at the head of the table, a huge piece of pie in front of him.
Noah pulled him down so Luke was perched on his thigh and he grinned, bracing himself with an arm around Noah’s shoulder.
“Want some?” Noah teased and he held up his fork for Luke. “mmm,” Luke mumbled low around a mouthful of sweet apples, “I love pie.”
The smile dissolved into something darker, Noah dropping the fork to the table and curling his fingers in Luke’s hair. It was dirty from the get go, Noah‘s tongue coming out to lick the stickiness from Luke’s lips before their mouths had touched and that surprised Luke still, months later, the way different sides of Noah came out at random moments, sweet in the morning, soft around the edges, darker and slightly more aggressive when he hadn’t had much sleep. It was thrilling, all the things they were uncovering about each other.
b: Noah handed Luke the bottle of coke and Luke took it, the glass cold in his palm, the condensation already forming in the heat of the late afternoon. “Thanks,” Luke mumbled and took a drink, lips closing around the mouth of the bottle, head back, eyes closed. When he opened them, Noah was watching him, or rather, had his eyes on Luke’s mouth and an intense, dark look in his eyes Luke was starting to get used to. He flushed hot all over when Noah met his eyes.
c: Luke realized they hadn’t really been on a date, not really, nothing official anyway. They’d decided on Thursday, so as not to interfere with movie night at the pool house and Luke made Maddie come over and help him pick out something to wear, something that looked good but made it seem like he wasn’t trying too hard.
“I don’t understand what the deal is, Luke,” Maddie said, standing in front of his open closet which was starting to look like it had exploded. “You see each other every day, you spend so much time together, what’s so important about this?”
Luke just sighed and threw another pair of jeans on the floor. “I can’t believe you have to ask me that,” Luke and and Maddie just laughed. “I know, I can’t believe I even said that. Show me what you have so far,” she said, motioning towards the pile of clothes already sitting on the bed.
d: It was a comforter he’d gotten one year as a christmas gift and it was years old, worn and soft and Luke hadn’t ever realized how nice it was to wake up underneath it until he was waking up with Noah, his head tucked under Luke’s chin, the blanket pulled up over both of them. Luke could feel Noah’s heat seeping into his own skin, warming him everywhere so that they almost didn’t need the covers but there was something so sweet and intimate in waking up next to someone, their bodies hidden underneath a mountain of blankets. Luke wanted to spend the rest of his foreseeable future doing it every day with Noah.
e: It wasn’t supposed to be easy. Luke didn’t know anything about love, about first love or real love or the kind of love that lasted forever but if anything he knew it wasn’t easy, that anything worth having was worth fighting for. His parents were proof of that, but he didn’t want it to be difficult, they didn’t always make sense together and sometimes Luke felt like he was fighting for them harder than Noah was, putting all his energy into making this thing between them work, making into something lasting and real.
“I wish this wasn’t so hard,” Luke mumbled like a confession and Noah didn’t say anything but his fingers tightened a little around Luke’s and Luke felt the pressure on his chest ease just a little.
f: She was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen and Luke wasn’t much of a crier but there were tears building in his throat, that ache, as Luke lifted her out of her kennel. She had a bright red bow around her neck and her ears flopped, her soft fur the color of sunshine.
“I can’t believe you did this,” Luke whispered, his throat closing around the words so that they were nothing more than the shape of something meant to express the tightness in his chest.
“What are you going to name her?” Noah asked after a little while later, watching as Luke held her.
“Lucky,” Luke said, leaning over to kiss Noah.
g: There was still so much to learn, and Luke had no idea what he was supposed to get Noah, what you got someone who had gone, in the short span of six months, from being a friend to being his whole world.
“I think you’re over thinking this way too much, dude,” Casey said, picking up a dark blue sweater and showing it to Luke. Luke made a face and shook his head. He knew what he wanted, something that meant more than “hey, I had no idea what to get you” and more than “hey, thanks for being my friend,” but no idea what sort of gift meant “you’re my whole life and I’m too scared to tell you I love you but I hope you get it from this gift.”
h: they took the horses out and Noah looked nervous but he did better than Luke had thought he would, talking gently to the mare when she got skittish, petting her mane and feeding her bits of carrot and apple. When they got back as the sun was starting to sink low in the sky, after they’d put the horses up and washed up for dinner, Noah pressed Luke up against one of the hundred year old trees, hands on his hips, and kissed him slow and hot, until Luke had forgotten that there was ever anything to worry about.
i: The ice cream had melted, still cold but mostly a mess of liquid and Luke held it up to Noah’s lips, huffing out a laugh when it dripped off the spoon, sliding down Noah’s chin.
“Hang on,” Luke laughed, and leaned forward, tongue coming out to lick the vanilla from Noah’s skin. Noah went still, frozen, and then he groaned, tangling his fingers in Luke’s hair and bringing their mouths together, tongue licking ice cream from Luke’s lips and tongue.
Luke did it again, brought the spoon to Noah’s mouth and at the last second when Noah opened his mouth for the ice cream, Luke pushed the spoon into his own mouth, taking the bite for himself and pushing the ice cream between Noah’s lips with his tongue.
j: Noah looked like he’d just come back from a run, flushed and sweaty and Luke didn’t care, just pushed his hands up under his t-shirt and leaned up to kiss him. It didn’t matter that Noah smelled like sweat and dirt, it didn’t matter that there was a houseful of people about to wake up and come looking for breakfast, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered except for the way Noah opened his mouth for Luke, the flutter of his pulse, the pounding of his heart, the way his breath caught.
k: It felt like Luke had inadvertently handed over the key to his own heart, like Jack and Davey Jones and it wasn’t in his own hands any more, all the power given over to someone else, which scared the hell out of Luke, not being in control of his own heart, that was the most frightening prospect. Not that he didn’t trust Noah, he did, he didn’t trust himself not to get his heart broken. Luke felt like it should have come with a warning, or maybe he could have said something to Noah, “careful, handle with care, fragile.” But he kept it to himself and had no one to blame when he kept falling.
l: There was so much about Noah that Luke loved but everything was summed up in the way Noah was with Lucky, talking quietly to her, holding her in his palms when she whined. And on Sunday afternoons when they went out to the farm and Luke would come back to find Noah asleep in the hammock, Lucky curled up on his chest, not sleeping, just watching Noah like it was her job to keep an eye on him. He didn’t lose his patience with her, even when she didn’t quite get the concept of not going to the bathroom inside or when she got overly excited and couldn’t stop jumping up on everyone. And it was Noah’s infinite patience that separated him from his father.
m: He wasn’t overly muscular and he wasn’t bulky, he was tall and lean but strong, strong in the set of his shoulders and the flex of muscle in his back, and Luke wanted to run his hands over Noah’s skin to feel the bunch of muscle, to feel the strength in Noah that Luke admired so much. They were built so different from each other, Luke was stocky and shorter than Noah but they fit perfectly, their bodies complimenting each other in ways Luke never thought would matter. Noah was the perfect height for Luke to rest his head on his shoulder and Noah’s palm fit in the curve of Luke’s spine, warm and reassuring.
n: New meant learning things about each other, exposing each other to things about themselves they didn’t necessarily love. Like Noah’s insecurities about the kind of man his father was, the kind of hate and bigotry he’d been raised with that he’d done his best to pass onto Noah. And his shyness around new people and the fact that he still wasn’t a hundred percent accepting of his own sexuality, like there was something to be ashamed of. And Luke was opening himself up to Noah, revealing his stubbornness, his short temper and his inability to forget. And when they fought it wasn’t so much butting heads as it was not lining up.
o: Luke wasn’t easily jealous but he was crazy possessive and that was starting to scare him. Maddie insisted there wasn’t a difference but Luke was starting to understand, it meant not minding when Noah talked to good looking guys but making it well known to every one around that Noah wasn’t available and that Luke was the guy keeping him unavailable. It wasn’t kinky or dirty, just straight forward, and if Luke got a little carried away when they were alone, pressing his fingertips into the hollow of Noah’s hips or sucking bruises into his skin, it wasn’t really the same as jealousy.
p: The rain was a bare reprieve from the heat and Luke was happy to let it wash away the grime and sweat of the day, soaking them both to the bone, his t-shirt clinging to him, his hair hanging wet and heavy in his eyes. They stood, panting, trying to catch their breath. Luke could see the outline of Noah’s nipples, the definition of his chest, and he felt his mouth go dry. The rain fell harder and Luke’s breath stuttered in his chest and he wanted to get naked and roll around out here in the rain and earth with Noah, to drink the water from Noah’s skin and press their bodies together.
q: The quiet moments were the ones that caught Luke off guard, the ones he ended up tucking away and saving for later. They caught him by surprise. Like the way Noah held his hand, fingers curled around Luke’s palm, his thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles into the paper thin skin on the inside of his wrist. Or when Noah was sleeping, napping together in Luke’s bed, rain falling down against the windows in rhythmic patterns, and he’d huff and move closer in sleep, fingers tucked in Luke’s shirt. Those were the moments Luke loved most, the times that made all the other stuff worth it.
r: There were so many ways in which they were wrong for each other that it kept Luke second guessing everything. Wondering if something with as many wrongs could still be right and it went around and around in his head, tripping over everything else. He wanted to shut his brain off, to just live in the moments when everything was right, when they made sense and they weren’t focused on all the obstacles and all the things that could go wrong when you loved someone with your whole heart, when it made you vulnerable and open to getting your heart broken.
s: It was his favorite shirt, from his sophomore year in high school and the class trip to Chicago, when they’d gone to Navy Pier. It was torn on one sleeve and worn around the collar and now, none of it matter, now it smelled like Noah. They wore each other’s clothes, when they were scrambling for Luke to make it home before curfew and Luke’s shirt had disappeared under the bed and Noah just shoved one of his own into Luke’s hands. Luke didn’t want to wash it, wanted to see if he could get it to always smell like Noah, a security blanket, a reminder that Noah was his, that this wasn’t going anywhere.
t: It was one thing to say the words out loud, “I trust you” but it was another to mean them and Luke was nineteen, how was he supposed to know if he meant them, to really know what trust was. His parents trusted each other and that hadn’t stopped them from hurting each other. How was he supposed to know what it meant to trust someone so completely, to put his heart in Noah’s hands and now that it was safe. His fear of getting hurt didn’t keep him from trusting Noah, but it meant pulling back sometimes, putting space between the two of them when he felt too vulnerable, like all his weaknesses were showing.
u: “I promise it’s worth the fear,” Luke said quietly and started climbing the rickety wooden ladder that led to the roof. Noah followed at a distance and when Luke climbed up over the old railing, he held his hand out. “Wow,” Noah breathed, head back, taking in the expanse of midnight sky, the millions of stars overhead. “See?” Luke grinned, and he gingerly sat down on the slope of the roof, feet braced against the tile. Noah unfolded himself next to Luke and leaned back on his hands, eyes on the sky as it spread it out above them.
v: Noah’s voice made Luke shiver, made that familiar rush slide down his spine and melt in his stomach, slightly husky and urgent and pitched low. And the way Noah said Luke’s name, sweet in the morning and later, when they were alone, hands on each other, mouths used and sore, and it was rough around the edges, slightly frantic sometimes. Noah had spent years keeping his emotions in check, taught by his father to never let anything show and now he was letting it out slowly, and it was in his voice, showing everything that he was feeling in the way his voice cracked or the dip lower when he was turned on.
w: It was an unspoken agreement. They’d talked about it that one time and since then it was just agreed that they were going to wait to do anything more than get each other off with hands and rubbing. And it was enough for now, Luke liked curling his fingers around Noah, the rush he got when Noah’s voice broke on his name and he came wet and hot in Luke’s hand. And it wasn’t like either of them knew what the hell they were doing when it came to actual sex. Noah, for his part, at least had had sex and Luke chose to not think about it, but he knew the way it was supposed to go if only between a guy and a girl. But Luke hadn’t so much as kissed another guy before Noah and it wasn’t like he had any gay friends he could go to and ask for a quick overview of gay sex.
x:Noah had left his shirt, the dark red polo he’d been wearing, in Luke’s bedroom. He’d been wearing layers, a long sleeved t-shirt underneath but still, seeing it on his bed, the shirt Noah had been wearing when he’d come over, was intimate, something sweet about it that Luke didn’t know how to name. He picked it up, the worn cotton soft, and raised to his face. It smelled like Noah, like his deodorant and that weird soap he used and Luke groaned, he loved how Noah smelled. His favorite thing about coming home after they’d spent a couple hours together, wrapped around each other, making out was how he could smell Noah on him.
y: Luke knew what it was to yearn, to want something so badly, to feel it like an ache in his chest and they’d spent months getting to know each other, Luke tip toeing around his feelings. But it was new to have Noah, to touch him, kiss him, be near him and still want, to feel those things in his chest a heavy need, a yearning for everything, anything Noah could give him. He couldn’t explain it and he didn’t know how to fix it but every time he and Noah were around each other Luke lost his breath with the want.
z: Noah wore jeans that hung on his hips, that fit him perfectly and sometimes he’d raise his arms over his head, arch his back, stretching and they’d slip an inch, his t-shirt rucked up a little and Luke would flush hot and have to look away to keep his thoughts from showing on his face, how he wanted to reach out and touch.
Luke loved everything about spending time with Noah and he loved the making out and the getting off but there was something about the way Noah pulled Luke against his chest and hugged him, arms tight around his back, their bodies lining up together like Noah wasn’t afraid to let Luke in, that made Luke’s pulse flutter wildly in his throat.
Luke/Noah (As the World Turns)
R
3,250 words
Notes: Part of my goal of writing/posting fic every day in January.
26 loosely related drabbles, prompted by words from each letter of the alphabet.
My favorite thing about writing in a soap fandom is the excuse to be unapologetically cheesy.
a: “there’s left over apple pie in the fridge if you want some,” Luke called over his shoulder and when he came back downstairs Noah was sitting in the chair at the head of the table, a huge piece of pie in front of him.
Noah pulled him down so Luke was perched on his thigh and he grinned, bracing himself with an arm around Noah’s shoulder.
“Want some?” Noah teased and he held up his fork for Luke. “mmm,” Luke mumbled low around a mouthful of sweet apples, “I love pie.”
The smile dissolved into something darker, Noah dropping the fork to the table and curling his fingers in Luke’s hair. It was dirty from the get go, Noah‘s tongue coming out to lick the stickiness from Luke’s lips before their mouths had touched and that surprised Luke still, months later, the way different sides of Noah came out at random moments, sweet in the morning, soft around the edges, darker and slightly more aggressive when he hadn’t had much sleep. It was thrilling, all the things they were uncovering about each other.
b: Noah handed Luke the bottle of coke and Luke took it, the glass cold in his palm, the condensation already forming in the heat of the late afternoon. “Thanks,” Luke mumbled and took a drink, lips closing around the mouth of the bottle, head back, eyes closed. When he opened them, Noah was watching him, or rather, had his eyes on Luke’s mouth and an intense, dark look in his eyes Luke was starting to get used to. He flushed hot all over when Noah met his eyes.
c: Luke realized they hadn’t really been on a date, not really, nothing official anyway. They’d decided on Thursday, so as not to interfere with movie night at the pool house and Luke made Maddie come over and help him pick out something to wear, something that looked good but made it seem like he wasn’t trying too hard.
“I don’t understand what the deal is, Luke,” Maddie said, standing in front of his open closet which was starting to look like it had exploded. “You see each other every day, you spend so much time together, what’s so important about this?”
Luke just sighed and threw another pair of jeans on the floor. “I can’t believe you have to ask me that,” Luke and and Maddie just laughed. “I know, I can’t believe I even said that. Show me what you have so far,” she said, motioning towards the pile of clothes already sitting on the bed.
d: It was a comforter he’d gotten one year as a christmas gift and it was years old, worn and soft and Luke hadn’t ever realized how nice it was to wake up underneath it until he was waking up with Noah, his head tucked under Luke’s chin, the blanket pulled up over both of them. Luke could feel Noah’s heat seeping into his own skin, warming him everywhere so that they almost didn’t need the covers but there was something so sweet and intimate in waking up next to someone, their bodies hidden underneath a mountain of blankets. Luke wanted to spend the rest of his foreseeable future doing it every day with Noah.
e: It wasn’t supposed to be easy. Luke didn’t know anything about love, about first love or real love or the kind of love that lasted forever but if anything he knew it wasn’t easy, that anything worth having was worth fighting for. His parents were proof of that, but he didn’t want it to be difficult, they didn’t always make sense together and sometimes Luke felt like he was fighting for them harder than Noah was, putting all his energy into making this thing between them work, making into something lasting and real.
“I wish this wasn’t so hard,” Luke mumbled like a confession and Noah didn’t say anything but his fingers tightened a little around Luke’s and Luke felt the pressure on his chest ease just a little.
f: She was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen and Luke wasn’t much of a crier but there were tears building in his throat, that ache, as Luke lifted her out of her kennel. She had a bright red bow around her neck and her ears flopped, her soft fur the color of sunshine.
“I can’t believe you did this,” Luke whispered, his throat closing around the words so that they were nothing more than the shape of something meant to express the tightness in his chest.
“What are you going to name her?” Noah asked after a little while later, watching as Luke held her.
“Lucky,” Luke said, leaning over to kiss Noah.
g: There was still so much to learn, and Luke had no idea what he was supposed to get Noah, what you got someone who had gone, in the short span of six months, from being a friend to being his whole world.
“I think you’re over thinking this way too much, dude,” Casey said, picking up a dark blue sweater and showing it to Luke. Luke made a face and shook his head. He knew what he wanted, something that meant more than “hey, I had no idea what to get you” and more than “hey, thanks for being my friend,” but no idea what sort of gift meant “you’re my whole life and I’m too scared to tell you I love you but I hope you get it from this gift.”
h: they took the horses out and Noah looked nervous but he did better than Luke had thought he would, talking gently to the mare when she got skittish, petting her mane and feeding her bits of carrot and apple. When they got back as the sun was starting to sink low in the sky, after they’d put the horses up and washed up for dinner, Noah pressed Luke up against one of the hundred year old trees, hands on his hips, and kissed him slow and hot, until Luke had forgotten that there was ever anything to worry about.
i: The ice cream had melted, still cold but mostly a mess of liquid and Luke held it up to Noah’s lips, huffing out a laugh when it dripped off the spoon, sliding down Noah’s chin.
“Hang on,” Luke laughed, and leaned forward, tongue coming out to lick the vanilla from Noah’s skin. Noah went still, frozen, and then he groaned, tangling his fingers in Luke’s hair and bringing their mouths together, tongue licking ice cream from Luke’s lips and tongue.
Luke did it again, brought the spoon to Noah’s mouth and at the last second when Noah opened his mouth for the ice cream, Luke pushed the spoon into his own mouth, taking the bite for himself and pushing the ice cream between Noah’s lips with his tongue.
j: Noah looked like he’d just come back from a run, flushed and sweaty and Luke didn’t care, just pushed his hands up under his t-shirt and leaned up to kiss him. It didn’t matter that Noah smelled like sweat and dirt, it didn’t matter that there was a houseful of people about to wake up and come looking for breakfast, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered except for the way Noah opened his mouth for Luke, the flutter of his pulse, the pounding of his heart, the way his breath caught.
k: It felt like Luke had inadvertently handed over the key to his own heart, like Jack and Davey Jones and it wasn’t in his own hands any more, all the power given over to someone else, which scared the hell out of Luke, not being in control of his own heart, that was the most frightening prospect. Not that he didn’t trust Noah, he did, he didn’t trust himself not to get his heart broken. Luke felt like it should have come with a warning, or maybe he could have said something to Noah, “careful, handle with care, fragile.” But he kept it to himself and had no one to blame when he kept falling.
l: There was so much about Noah that Luke loved but everything was summed up in the way Noah was with Lucky, talking quietly to her, holding her in his palms when she whined. And on Sunday afternoons when they went out to the farm and Luke would come back to find Noah asleep in the hammock, Lucky curled up on his chest, not sleeping, just watching Noah like it was her job to keep an eye on him. He didn’t lose his patience with her, even when she didn’t quite get the concept of not going to the bathroom inside or when she got overly excited and couldn’t stop jumping up on everyone. And it was Noah’s infinite patience that separated him from his father.
m: He wasn’t overly muscular and he wasn’t bulky, he was tall and lean but strong, strong in the set of his shoulders and the flex of muscle in his back, and Luke wanted to run his hands over Noah’s skin to feel the bunch of muscle, to feel the strength in Noah that Luke admired so much. They were built so different from each other, Luke was stocky and shorter than Noah but they fit perfectly, their bodies complimenting each other in ways Luke never thought would matter. Noah was the perfect height for Luke to rest his head on his shoulder and Noah’s palm fit in the curve of Luke’s spine, warm and reassuring.
n: New meant learning things about each other, exposing each other to things about themselves they didn’t necessarily love. Like Noah’s insecurities about the kind of man his father was, the kind of hate and bigotry he’d been raised with that he’d done his best to pass onto Noah. And his shyness around new people and the fact that he still wasn’t a hundred percent accepting of his own sexuality, like there was something to be ashamed of. And Luke was opening himself up to Noah, revealing his stubbornness, his short temper and his inability to forget. And when they fought it wasn’t so much butting heads as it was not lining up.
o: Luke wasn’t easily jealous but he was crazy possessive and that was starting to scare him. Maddie insisted there wasn’t a difference but Luke was starting to understand, it meant not minding when Noah talked to good looking guys but making it well known to every one around that Noah wasn’t available and that Luke was the guy keeping him unavailable. It wasn’t kinky or dirty, just straight forward, and if Luke got a little carried away when they were alone, pressing his fingertips into the hollow of Noah’s hips or sucking bruises into his skin, it wasn’t really the same as jealousy.
p: The rain was a bare reprieve from the heat and Luke was happy to let it wash away the grime and sweat of the day, soaking them both to the bone, his t-shirt clinging to him, his hair hanging wet and heavy in his eyes. They stood, panting, trying to catch their breath. Luke could see the outline of Noah’s nipples, the definition of his chest, and he felt his mouth go dry. The rain fell harder and Luke’s breath stuttered in his chest and he wanted to get naked and roll around out here in the rain and earth with Noah, to drink the water from Noah’s skin and press their bodies together.
q: The quiet moments were the ones that caught Luke off guard, the ones he ended up tucking away and saving for later. They caught him by surprise. Like the way Noah held his hand, fingers curled around Luke’s palm, his thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles into the paper thin skin on the inside of his wrist. Or when Noah was sleeping, napping together in Luke’s bed, rain falling down against the windows in rhythmic patterns, and he’d huff and move closer in sleep, fingers tucked in Luke’s shirt. Those were the moments Luke loved most, the times that made all the other stuff worth it.
r: There were so many ways in which they were wrong for each other that it kept Luke second guessing everything. Wondering if something with as many wrongs could still be right and it went around and around in his head, tripping over everything else. He wanted to shut his brain off, to just live in the moments when everything was right, when they made sense and they weren’t focused on all the obstacles and all the things that could go wrong when you loved someone with your whole heart, when it made you vulnerable and open to getting your heart broken.
s: It was his favorite shirt, from his sophomore year in high school and the class trip to Chicago, when they’d gone to Navy Pier. It was torn on one sleeve and worn around the collar and now, none of it matter, now it smelled like Noah. They wore each other’s clothes, when they were scrambling for Luke to make it home before curfew and Luke’s shirt had disappeared under the bed and Noah just shoved one of his own into Luke’s hands. Luke didn’t want to wash it, wanted to see if he could get it to always smell like Noah, a security blanket, a reminder that Noah was his, that this wasn’t going anywhere.
t: It was one thing to say the words out loud, “I trust you” but it was another to mean them and Luke was nineteen, how was he supposed to know if he meant them, to really know what trust was. His parents trusted each other and that hadn’t stopped them from hurting each other. How was he supposed to know what it meant to trust someone so completely, to put his heart in Noah’s hands and now that it was safe. His fear of getting hurt didn’t keep him from trusting Noah, but it meant pulling back sometimes, putting space between the two of them when he felt too vulnerable, like all his weaknesses were showing.
u: “I promise it’s worth the fear,” Luke said quietly and started climbing the rickety wooden ladder that led to the roof. Noah followed at a distance and when Luke climbed up over the old railing, he held his hand out. “Wow,” Noah breathed, head back, taking in the expanse of midnight sky, the millions of stars overhead. “See?” Luke grinned, and he gingerly sat down on the slope of the roof, feet braced against the tile. Noah unfolded himself next to Luke and leaned back on his hands, eyes on the sky as it spread it out above them.
v: Noah’s voice made Luke shiver, made that familiar rush slide down his spine and melt in his stomach, slightly husky and urgent and pitched low. And the way Noah said Luke’s name, sweet in the morning and later, when they were alone, hands on each other, mouths used and sore, and it was rough around the edges, slightly frantic sometimes. Noah had spent years keeping his emotions in check, taught by his father to never let anything show and now he was letting it out slowly, and it was in his voice, showing everything that he was feeling in the way his voice cracked or the dip lower when he was turned on.
w: It was an unspoken agreement. They’d talked about it that one time and since then it was just agreed that they were going to wait to do anything more than get each other off with hands and rubbing. And it was enough for now, Luke liked curling his fingers around Noah, the rush he got when Noah’s voice broke on his name and he came wet and hot in Luke’s hand. And it wasn’t like either of them knew what the hell they were doing when it came to actual sex. Noah, for his part, at least had had sex and Luke chose to not think about it, but he knew the way it was supposed to go if only between a guy and a girl. But Luke hadn’t so much as kissed another guy before Noah and it wasn’t like he had any gay friends he could go to and ask for a quick overview of gay sex.
x:Noah had left his shirt, the dark red polo he’d been wearing, in Luke’s bedroom. He’d been wearing layers, a long sleeved t-shirt underneath but still, seeing it on his bed, the shirt Noah had been wearing when he’d come over, was intimate, something sweet about it that Luke didn’t know how to name. He picked it up, the worn cotton soft, and raised to his face. It smelled like Noah, like his deodorant and that weird soap he used and Luke groaned, he loved how Noah smelled. His favorite thing about coming home after they’d spent a couple hours together, wrapped around each other, making out was how he could smell Noah on him.
y: Luke knew what it was to yearn, to want something so badly, to feel it like an ache in his chest and they’d spent months getting to know each other, Luke tip toeing around his feelings. But it was new to have Noah, to touch him, kiss him, be near him and still want, to feel those things in his chest a heavy need, a yearning for everything, anything Noah could give him. He couldn’t explain it and he didn’t know how to fix it but every time he and Noah were around each other Luke lost his breath with the want.
z: Noah wore jeans that hung on his hips, that fit him perfectly and sometimes he’d raise his arms over his head, arch his back, stretching and they’d slip an inch, his t-shirt rucked up a little and Luke would flush hot and have to look away to keep his thoughts from showing on his face, how he wanted to reach out and touch.
Luke loved everything about spending time with Noah and he loved the making out and the getting off but there was something about the way Noah pulled Luke against his chest and hugged him, arms tight around his back, their bodies lining up together like Noah wasn’t afraid to let Luke in, that made Luke’s pulse flutter wildly in his throat.