FIC: Comfort and Warmth (1/1)
Title: Comfort and Warmth
Author: cindergal
Pairing/Characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 881
Spoilers: spoilers for the 12/25/09 episode
Summary: The things that bring Noah comfort and warmth on Christmas night.
Disclaimer: Not mine. For fun, not profit
Author's Notes: It's all the socks' fault. The socks, they got to me.
Noah realizes he's in Luke's old room at the farm as soon as he steps through the door. Even after all this time, it still smells the same, like fresh laundry and Luke's cologne and something else that he just identifies as Luke. He has good memories of this room, memories of hushed voices and stolen kisses. Whispered confessions and falling in love.
"Noah?" Luke's hand touches his elbow and Noah jumps, startled out of his memories. He can practically feel Luke flinch beside him. "Sorry, I was talking and you didn't seem to hear me."
"Sorry. I...what were you saying?"
"I said the room's all ready. Your duffel bag is on the bed. The bathroom is the next door down on your left, if you remember..."
"I remember," Noah says softly. In his mind he sees Luke coming out of the bathroom, still warm and damp from his shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Noah stands in the hallway, stupid with love and lust, and Luke just flashes him and grins before sauntering into his room.
"We've got lots of extra people for the holiday, so I'll be downstairs, bunking on the sofa."
"Emma's rules," Noah says automatically.
He can hear Luke breathing next to him, slowly in and out, as if he's trying to regain his composure. "Actually," Luke says. His voice breaks and he clears his throat. "Uh, actually, Grandma Emma said we were both welcome to sleep in here tonight, but I just figured...you know, you haven't wanted to..." His voice trails off, and Noah can hear how miserable he is, and his already broken heart cracks a little bit more.
"It's your room," Noah says, searching for something to say. "I don't want to kick you out of your own room." Again, he thinks.
“You mean...”
“I could sleep on the sofa.”
Luke makes a sound, something between a laugh and a sob. "Don't worry about it. I'll keep my phone on in case you need anything and don't want to tackle the stairs. Or my dad is right across the hall."
And before Noah can think of something less stupid to say, the door clicks softly closed, and he is alone. Just like he wanted.
He lays in bed for at least an hour, wide awake and unable to sleep, all of these images of those early days with Luke at the farm flooding his memory. He finally reaches for his cell phone, fingering the keys until he orients himself, and presses one on the speed dial. Luke answers immediately.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" Noah asks, even though he can tell that he didn't.
"No," Luke says quietly. "I can't fall asleep."
"I was wondering if you would do something for me?"
"Anything," Luke says, and Noah smiles because he knew that's exactly what he would say.
"I forgot to bring up my gift, the one that you gave me? Could you bring it up to the room?"
"What, right now?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, sure. I'll be right there."
It's only a minute or so before the door opens and then closes behind Luke. Noah is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he feels it dip as Luke sits down next to him.
"Here you go," Luke says, setting the box in his lap.
Noah takes the cover off the box, and the scent of coffee fills the air. He feels around the box until he finds what he's looking for. Luke chuckles as he pulls them out.
"Are your feet cold?" he asks.
"Freezing," Noah says. He reaches down and puts the socks on his feet.
“There. All warm and comfy,“ Luke says. His hand tentatively rests on Noah's shoulder, and then squeezes gently when he doesn't pull away. "You all set, then?"
"No...not exactly."
"What do you need?" Luke asks.
Noah takes a breath, suddenly, inexplicably nervous. "Do you think...if I asked you to sleep here with me..."
"Don't worry," Luke says gently, "I won't read too much into it."
Noah feels vaguely guilty, like he's taking advantage. And it must show on his face, because Luke brushes his hair back off his forehead and kisses his cheek. "Don't worry," he repeats. "Sleeping with you is not a hardship, baby. And I know this doesn't mean everything's okay with us. But it's okay for tonight, right?"
"Right," Noah says. He tries to put the cover back on the box, but for some reason, his hands are shaking.
"Can I help?" Luke asks.
Noah nods, and Luke takes the box from his hands. He can hear him set it on the nightstand.
"Okay, scoot over. You're on my side," Luke says, and Noah can't help but smile.
"Bossy."
"Always."
Noah moves over and lays on his side, and Luke pulls the quilt over them and then spoons up behind him like he always does. And just like always, Noah relaxes as soon as he feels the solid warmth of Luke pressed up against him. Luke’s hand slides around Noah's waist and then travels up to rest over his heart.
"Merry Christmas, Noah," Luke whispers in his ear.
Noah reaches his hand up and threads his fingers with Luke's, feeling his own heart thrumming in his chest.
"Merry Christmas, Luke."
Author: cindergal
Pairing/Characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 881
Spoilers: spoilers for the 12/25/09 episode
Summary: The things that bring Noah comfort and warmth on Christmas night.
Disclaimer: Not mine. For fun, not profit
Author's Notes: It's all the socks' fault. The socks, they got to me.
Noah realizes he's in Luke's old room at the farm as soon as he steps through the door. Even after all this time, it still smells the same, like fresh laundry and Luke's cologne and something else that he just identifies as Luke. He has good memories of this room, memories of hushed voices and stolen kisses. Whispered confessions and falling in love.
"Noah?" Luke's hand touches his elbow and Noah jumps, startled out of his memories. He can practically feel Luke flinch beside him. "Sorry, I was talking and you didn't seem to hear me."
"Sorry. I...what were you saying?"
"I said the room's all ready. Your duffel bag is on the bed. The bathroom is the next door down on your left, if you remember..."
"I remember," Noah says softly. In his mind he sees Luke coming out of the bathroom, still warm and damp from his shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Noah stands in the hallway, stupid with love and lust, and Luke just flashes him and grins before sauntering into his room.
"We've got lots of extra people for the holiday, so I'll be downstairs, bunking on the sofa."
"Emma's rules," Noah says automatically.
He can hear Luke breathing next to him, slowly in and out, as if he's trying to regain his composure. "Actually," Luke says. His voice breaks and he clears his throat. "Uh, actually, Grandma Emma said we were both welcome to sleep in here tonight, but I just figured...you know, you haven't wanted to..." His voice trails off, and Noah can hear how miserable he is, and his already broken heart cracks a little bit more.
"It's your room," Noah says, searching for something to say. "I don't want to kick you out of your own room." Again, he thinks.
“You mean...”
“I could sleep on the sofa.”
Luke makes a sound, something between a laugh and a sob. "Don't worry about it. I'll keep my phone on in case you need anything and don't want to tackle the stairs. Or my dad is right across the hall."
And before Noah can think of something less stupid to say, the door clicks softly closed, and he is alone. Just like he wanted.
He lays in bed for at least an hour, wide awake and unable to sleep, all of these images of those early days with Luke at the farm flooding his memory. He finally reaches for his cell phone, fingering the keys until he orients himself, and presses one on the speed dial. Luke answers immediately.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" Noah asks, even though he can tell that he didn't.
"No," Luke says quietly. "I can't fall asleep."
"I was wondering if you would do something for me?"
"Anything," Luke says, and Noah smiles because he knew that's exactly what he would say.
"I forgot to bring up my gift, the one that you gave me? Could you bring it up to the room?"
"What, right now?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, sure. I'll be right there."
It's only a minute or so before the door opens and then closes behind Luke. Noah is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he feels it dip as Luke sits down next to him.
"Here you go," Luke says, setting the box in his lap.
Noah takes the cover off the box, and the scent of coffee fills the air. He feels around the box until he finds what he's looking for. Luke chuckles as he pulls them out.
"Are your feet cold?" he asks.
"Freezing," Noah says. He reaches down and puts the socks on his feet.
“There. All warm and comfy,“ Luke says. His hand tentatively rests on Noah's shoulder, and then squeezes gently when he doesn't pull away. "You all set, then?"
"No...not exactly."
"What do you need?" Luke asks.
Noah takes a breath, suddenly, inexplicably nervous. "Do you think...if I asked you to sleep here with me..."
"Don't worry," Luke says gently, "I won't read too much into it."
Noah feels vaguely guilty, like he's taking advantage. And it must show on his face, because Luke brushes his hair back off his forehead and kisses his cheek. "Don't worry," he repeats. "Sleeping with you is not a hardship, baby. And I know this doesn't mean everything's okay with us. But it's okay for tonight, right?"
"Right," Noah says. He tries to put the cover back on the box, but for some reason, his hands are shaking.
"Can I help?" Luke asks.
Noah nods, and Luke takes the box from his hands. He can hear him set it on the nightstand.
"Okay, scoot over. You're on my side," Luke says, and Noah can't help but smile.
"Bossy."
"Always."
Noah moves over and lays on his side, and Luke pulls the quilt over them and then spoons up behind him like he always does. And just like always, Noah relaxes as soon as he feels the solid warmth of Luke pressed up against him. Luke’s hand slides around Noah's waist and then travels up to rest over his heart.
"Merry Christmas, Noah," Luke whispers in his ear.
Noah reaches his hand up and threads his fingers with Luke's, feeling his own heart thrumming in his chest.
"Merry Christmas, Luke."