Somebody Should Be Kissing Those Lips -- Part 6
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"I knew you'd take forever to get ready," Reid said when Luke answered the door, not that he minded taking in the sight of Luke in a crisp, white, unbuttoned dress shirt, with a v-neck t-shirt underneath and his untied tie hanging around his neck. "Here, I got you coffee. Cream, no sugar."
"Thanks," Luke said, taking the cup from Reid. "Come in."
While Luke sipped his coffee and looked around the room like he was forgetting something, Reid put his coffee on the credenza by the wall and stepped toward Luke, taking Luke's bottom button in his hand and securing it in its respective buttonhole. He then moved up to the next button.
"What are you doing? I can do th..."
"Shhh...drink your coffee," Reid said in a low voice as he continued to secure the buttons on Luke's shirt. "One of my favorite things is a man in a suit. It's just so fucking sexy, especially suits with vests."
"I have a vest," Luke said, breathy.
"I know," Reid grinned, his eyes on his own meticulous fingers, "I saw it hanging over there." He nodded toward Luke's vest and jacket, hanging on the door of the armoire. His hands moved up. "All those layers...just begging to be peeled away.........mmm..........Crooked tie, tugged away from the neck, still knotted but hanging loosely...as if to say i've-had-a-bad-day-and-need-to-unwind....................so hot."
Reid heard Luke swallow, sensed the change in his respiration, felt his own heart thudding increasingly faster in his chest. When Reid's hands got up to the last few buttons, he tugged at the hair exposed by Luke's v-neck tee. "You're hairy. I like that. Me? I can barely grow a goatee. Grew a soul patch a few years ago..." Reid chuckled at the ridiculousness of his own words. "I know, I know...you don't have to say it..........until I caught my reflection in a window at work and thought I had food on my chin. What a fucking dork, huh? I found a Bic razor and went to the men's room and shaved it." He shook his head. Luke smiled. Reid kept working the buttons. "Lift your chin." Luke did as instructed, and Reid secured the top button at Luke's adam's apple. He then took each side of Luke's tie in his hands and began knotting it. As he did, Luke leaned forward and kissed him. It was a kiss of familiarity, soft and warm...no tongue....lips not exactly open, but not exactly closed either...not a peck, but not necessesarily lingering...an i'm-glad-to-be-home-what's-for-dinner type of kiss...comfortable and safe, as if they'd kissed each other's lips a thousand times before.
Reid smiled. "Enough of that, or I'll start UNbuttoning this shirt instead, and then we'll be really late, and I won't get my license back. I'll be jobless, and you'll have to support me, and I'll have to start calling you my sugar daddy."
"I'm too young to be YOUR sugar daddy." Luke teased.
"Mmmm...but I'd just like saying it." Reid laughed. He smoothed the tie down over Luke's torso. "You look great...c'mon...finish getting dressed. We have to go. We're going to hit traffic, which I guess is good...it'll give you time to lose that boner."
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Reid was flying high when they entered Luke's hotel suite for the third time that day. He'd just been reinstated an hour earlier, and he'd kissed Luke, hard on the mouth, in the middle of a Ft. Worth honky tonk, not too long after riding a mechanical bull like he was John-fucking-Travolta in Urban Cowboy.
"I can't wait to get back in the operating room," Reid was saying as Luke unlocked the door. "What time do we fly out tomorrow?"
"Not sure...I have to contact Captain Scotley...I'll try to get ahold of him before dinner." He located Reid's briefcase and handed it to him. "Here ya go. Told you it was here."
"Thanks," Reid said, putting it down by the door and walking over to the table by the window. "What's this?" He pulled the bottle of sparkling cider from the ice bucket and asked, "You have a hot date? Maybe I should be going..."
"Shut up," Luke said. "Look, there's a card." He opened it and read, "Congratulations on your reinstatement, Dr. Oliver. Please, enjoy the spread. Warmest regards, Lucinda Walsh."
Reid grabbed a few grapes and stuffed them in his mouth and then spoke with his mouth full. "Nice, but why'd she send it to your hotel room?"
"Do you have room service at your condo?" Luke asked sarcastically, and then he added, "Guess she assumed you'd be here?"
Reid waggled his eyebrows. "I like your grandmother." Luke shook his head, as Reid continued to look over all the food on the table...rolls, cheeses, crackers, fruit. "Chocolate!" Reid said, rubbing his hands together. "Man, these look gourmet. Truffely." Luke laughed because Reid was giddy with joy, relief, and food right now. "Mmmm," Reid said, picking up a chocolate. "Dark chocolate."
"They're my favorite," Luke said.
"Mine too," Reid teased, as he made to put it in his mouth, but then he stopped and stepped close to Luke. "Open," he said, in a low voice.
Luke cocked his head and shook it, trying not to smile.
"C'mon," Reid said, smiling, rubbing the candy teasingly against Luke's lower lip. "Open up."
Luke smiled and opened his mouth. Reid deposited the truffel into it, brushing Luke's lower lip wtih this thumb. Luke chewed slowly. Their eyes met. The smile left Reid's face. He swallowed hard. "Good?" His voice cracked.
Luke nodded, put his hand on the back of Reid's neck, and pulled him into a kiss, opening his mouth, the confection still melting, now melting between them, as their tongues swirled together in a warm, chocolately kiss. Reid moaned, deep in his chest, as his hands came up and gripped the sides of Luke's head. He could feel Luke already tugging on the buttons of his shirt, pulling the tail out from the waistband of his pants. Reid continued to lap hungrily at Luke's mouth, his fingers tangled in Luke's hair, sucking Luke-flavored chocolate off his tongue and lips. When the kiss finally broke, both men breathing hard, Reid kissed Luke's forehead, his jaw, his chin, his neck. "God, Luke...I want you...........Luke..................................Luke........." He couldn't stop saying his name.
"I know," Luke breathed out, his fingers skimming the smooth skin on Reid's stomach. "Bed...........now," he said, pulling Reid by his belt toward the bedroom, almost tripping as he pulled off his own shoes. Laughing. Kissing. Touching. By the time they reached the bed, both men were shirtless, with Reid toeing off his shoes and tugging on the hair below Luke's navel.
Luke pulled Reid down on the bed on top of him, their mouths fused together, his leg going around Reid's hip, giving him leverage to rut up against him. Reid broke the kiss and lifted himself up. He soothed and stilled Luke's movements with his body and put his hand on Luke's forehead, smoothing back his hair so that he could see his eyes. He remembered their first time together, just a few weeks ago...fast and dirty and rough...and he flashed on the subtle things that had happened between them since then. "Shhh..." he hushed against Luke's lips, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of them. "Slow, baby," he said, barely above a whisper, the uncharacteristic endearment falling from his mouth like it was the most natural thing he ever said. "Slow..."
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They made love for hours, their hands and mouths and souls touching every inch of each other....all over the suite...touching, tasting, sucking, fucking...in the bed, in the chair, on the table, incorporating Lucinda's buffet, up against the wall, in the shower, on the bathroom floor...Reid on top, Luke on top...everything. And it wasn't all penetrative and about release...it was touching and learning and caressing and validating and sounds and breathing and talking and being close. It was trust. It was laugther. Lots of laughter. It was about words soft, sweet, dirty, and revealing. And when Luke thrust up into Reid for the last time, as the sun was rising over Dallas, both of them finding their bliss and collapsing against each other, exhausted, sore, and utterly sated, it was Reid gathering Luke in his arms and softly but without hesitance saying, "I love you," against the side of Luke's head, as both men drifted off into a perfect sleep.
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Later that afternoon, Reid rested with his back against Luke on the couch in the back of Lucinda's jet, his eyes closed, as Luke played with the fingers on his right hand. "Did you mean it?" Luke asked, hesitancy in his voice.
Reid sat up and turned around. He knew exactly what Luke was asking. He kissed him softly on the lips. "Yes, Luke...I meant it. I love you."
He sat back and tried to guage Luke's reaction, but Luke just stared down at his hands. "Too soon?" Reid asked, afraid of Luke's answer.
"No, " Luke answered.
"Good," Reid said, kissing Luke's temple, his cheek. "Because you wanted me to have feelings. Turns out, I have some pretty big ones when it comes to you."
Luke smiled. "Reid?"
"Yeah?"
"Want to know how I know that it's not too soon?"
"How?"
Luke leaned forward and whispered against Reid's ear. "Because I love you too."
Reid turned away from Luke slightly.
"Reid?"
"Mmm."
"You okay?"
Reid turned back toward Luke, he was grinning just slightly, but his eyes were bright. "I'm more than okay. I'm fucking happy."
Luke smiled. BIG. "I'm happy too."
Reid thumbed Luke's chin. "You ever been to Boston?"
"No."
"I want to take you there. It's my favorite city. I'd like to show it to you sometime."
"What's wrong with today?"
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Reid slipped back into his bed...their bed...and spooned up against Luke. He put his left hand next to Luke's and admired the silver bands on their fingers. They sparkled in their newness, even in the dim light. It had been three days, and he couldn't stop looking at them. He slotted their fingers together and nuzzled Luke behind the ear. "Ya know... the shit's gonna hit the fan tomorrow."
"Yup." Luke agreed.
"Even Katie...as happy as she was for us...I could tell she was thinking that it was too quick."
"It was quick."
"They're going to say I'm too old for you." He kissed the back of Luke's neck.
"Probably."
"They're going to say you are crazy for not getting a pre-nup," Reid continued, tugging on Luke's earlobe.
"That too. They will."
"They're going to say that you're too good for me. I can't argue with that one..."
"I know better," Luke countered.
"They're going to say it won't last."
"We'll prove them wrong."
"They're going to say you're rebounding.
"Reid..."
"They're going to say..."
"Reid!" Luke said, turning around in Reid's arms. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No," he said honestly. "Not at all. No."
"Good," Luke said, leaning close and kissing Reid softly. "Me either. So, let's not worry about it. They're going to say what they want to say. Who cares if they don't get it. WE get it, and this has everything to do with us and nothing to do with them. No matter who comprises the 'them' -- my family, Noah, your coworkers, our friends."
"I don't have any friends here."
"Yes you do...Katie? Duh."
"Technically, she's my roommate."
"She loves you, and she's your friend. So is Henry."
"Hank is NOT my friend."
"You told me yourself that you drink together."
"NO. What I told you is that I run into him when I'm out for an occasional cocktail. He's in the lounge at the Lakeview a lot."
"He lives there; what's your excuse?"
"For some reason, he doesn't take the hint that I don't like him." Reid said, fingering a lock of Luke's hair.
"That's because you really do like him. You told me that you didn't like me on the day you met me, remember? In fact, your exact words were 'I don't like you.' Look how that turned out." Luke chuckled and kissed Reid's neck. Reid angled his head to give Luke better access.
"He sits down with me without being invited, and he talks. I don't say much. He could have a conversation with himself. But I guess he's sort of funny, and he's got some great stories. I think he's gay."
"He's not gay. He likes boobs."
"He IS a boob."
"It's not nice to talk about your friend like that."
Reid laughed. "He's going to call me a cradle robber."
"Because that's how you guys relate...you take friendly jabs at each other. I've heard the two of you in the diner. It's all very tongue-in-cheek. Henry's a good guy. You're his friend. He's an incurable romantic. And he's going to be happy for you."
Reid nodded. He knew it was true.
"And I happen to know that you're friends with some of the nurses at Memorial. In fact, I have it on very good authority that you were seen LINE DANCING at Yo's with Becca, Thalia, and Rodney a couple months back."
Reid laughed. "That's called too many tequila shots. How do you know this shit? Were you stalking me back then?"
"I have my ways..." Luke rolled them over so that he was on top of Reid, his erection pressing against Reid's hip.
"Look at that," Reid joked. "Just the mere mention of Hotrod, and you're turned on."
"No way...THAT guy? Gross. He's so fat...... And ugly."
Reid laughed and nipped at Luke's adam's apple. "Mmmmmm....he's fucking hideous."
Luke licked his bottom lip slowly. Reid knew it was on purpose. "So, so...........so hideous," Luke murmurred, grinding against Reid. "And now, thanks to you, I've forever given up my shot at trying to turn him," Luke teased, bringing Reid's hand to his mouth and licking just slightly at the underside, where Reid's ring rested against his finger.
Reid moaned exaggeratedly, arched his back, and bit Luke's stubbled chin. He relaxed his legs, one hanging over the side of the bed. "I'm just going to lie here and enjoy you doing your thing," Reid said, putting his hands behind his head, already feeling the tightness building low in his abdomen, as Luke's actions caused the material of his boxers to caress his cock in all the right ways.
"I love this about you," Luke said, shifting slightly.
"My big fat one?"
Luke stopped his movements and laughed. "Oh my God. Shut up."
Reid slapped the side of Luke's bare ass. "Keep moving, Snyder."
Luke leaned forward, rocking again, and kissed Reid, licking at his lower lip. "You. The way you smell. Everything. The way you are. That you just let me...I don't know...you let me......................nnngh.........."
Reid closed his eyes, pleasure causing him to lose focus on Luke's words.
"............You..............you don't make me feel like what I'm doing is wrong......it always feels right with.........God, Reid...you feel good..............I love when you let me control things.....it's so good....." Luke licked his own thumb and then brushed it across Reid's nipple.
"Luke..." Reid opened his eyes. He wanted to see Luke come.
Luke moved faster, panting, sweat breaking out on his skin. "Joking about Rodey like that.........what I just said......mmm...N.........No..."
Reid put his fingers softly over Luke's lips, stopping the name from being spoken, and then trailed his hand down over Luke's chest and stomach, finally grabbing Luke's throbbing hardness in his hand.
"He would have freaked.......nnngh.........But you just let it roll right into the heat between us...........fuck, Reid....."
Reid loved hearing that word come out of Luke's mouth. "Say it again..."
"Fuuuuuuck," Luke drawled out.
Reid reached up with his free hand to touch Luke's lips, and as he did, Luke sucked his finger into his mouth.
Reid felt Luke's tongue swirl around his finger, and then it was nothing but white light. He arched his back and cried out, his hand tightening around Luke as he flooded his boxers, and Luke was right behind him, coating Reid's stomach and then collapsing on top of him.
Reid rolled them onto their sides, wrapping a leg around Luke's and holding him close, rubbing his back and shoulders, breathing his name.
After a few moments, he raised himself up on one elbow and gazed down at Luke's blissed out face. He ran a finger down the slope of his nose. "Let's get something straight, Mr. Oliver-Snyder....................I will never consider anything you do to me in bed wrong. Ever. It's so fucking good with you that I still can't even wrap my head around it. And nothing inside or outside of the bedroom has to do with me letting you do anything. I don't own you. Okay?"
"You own my heart," Luke said smiling.
Reid rolled his eyes at the sappiness coming out of his husband's mouth, but then he leaned forward and kissed Luke's chin. "Good...................... now let's figure out how we're gonna out this marriage to everyone. I think we should start with your grandmother. She already likes me..."
fin (epilogue will eventually follow...)