On My Skin - Part Five
Title: On My Skin
Author: escapes
Artist: mizumichan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. If I owned them things would have ended a lot differently.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah, Casey, Maddie, The Colonel
Word Count: 25,000 so far. WIP but will be completed shortly.
Warnings: Some violence, some smut, drama, a minimum of political goings-on
Spoilers: Show's over. So if you're being spoiled, Im sorry for your luck, son
Summary: AU set in the near future. Luke is the public face of the Amorial Vine implant, a nano-skin technology that reacts to the chemicals your body produces when you meet your soulmate. Billions have found the love of their life, but Luke's arm has remained stubbornly blank. Noah Mayer is the son of Colonel Winston Mayer and quietly fund the campaign in his the Colonel's shadow. When he starts to learn things about the way the campaign is being run behind his back, Noah leaves and takes a position about Northwestern teaching Film Studies. He's taking his life back and the first thing he does to celebrate his freedom is get the implant, something the Colonel had forbidden. With the move and the implant, Noah sets off chain of events that change change five lives and the fate of a nation.
Go see the amazing art here: http://mizumichan.livejournal.com/251114.html
Author’s Notes: I'm sorry for the delay in posting and the fact that it's still a WIP. There ware times during this that my life seemed like it was actively conspiring against me to get it done, up to the death of a family member in the days before my original posting date. I apologize that it's being posted as a WIP, but I will keep going until it's done and post it asap. Very big thank you's to crownroyal_51 noelleleithe and freakykat for the cheerleading and betas.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Part Five
The sun slanted through the uncovered windows and flooded across the bed, warming the sheets and painfully pulled Luke out of the clutches of sleep. Groaning, Luke rolled onto his back and scrubbed his hands over his face as he contemplated rolling away from the light, or giving up the fight and just getting up.
The call of nature kicked in and Luke knew that fight was over. He’d lost. Groaning again, he made his way to the bathroom and then shuffled his way to the kitchen, flicking the switch on his coffee maker and loading a pod in. He slid a mug under the spout and leaned forward onto the counter, resting his forehead on the door of the upper cabinet, and closed his eyes again.
Once he heard the familiar gurgle of the drip finishing, Luke slit open his eyes and reached for the mug, immediately taking a sip and regretting it as his tongue was scorched. Sighing as the warmth worked its way down to his stomach, Luke took a few more swallows as he waited for the caffeine to kick in.
He thought about the night before and spending time with Noah. It had been one of the best evenings he’d spent in a long time. They’d kept away from talking politics, but it had turned out that they hadn’t even needed that conversation starter. Luke was glad that he hadn’t let his impressions of Colonel Mayer spill over onto his son. Noah was about as different from the Colonel as Luke was from his own biological father.
Almost half of the mug of coffee was gone and his eyes had gone from half mast to fully open and his brain was firing enough to contemplate more than coffee to start his day with and whether it was too soon to call Noah and see if he wanted to meet for brunch or something. Raising his mug again, Luke paused as a flash of color caught his eye. His fingers suddenly became nerveless,and the mug dropped to the tile floor, splattering coffee and shards of mug over Luke’s feet, the floor, and the cupboard doors.
Luke didn’t hear any of it. His entire focus was on his lower arm, where twisting strands of color were spreading even as he looked at them. Luke always knew that someday he’d see the Amorial Vine growing on his own arm; he’d had the tests and knew that his soulmate was out there somewhere. But as he brought his shaking arm up closer to his face, he thought that nothing could have prepared him for the shock of waking up on a Sunday morning and being physically different than when he’d gone to bed the night before.
It had happened. It had finally happened. Luke knew that standing in a pool of spilled coffee and broken mug was probably something he should be fixing, but he was transfixed by the colors blossoming across his arm. His thoughts were flying all over. Should he tell someone? Should he keep it to himself? How long could it be kept to just friends and family? What would happen when someone spilled to the media?
At the thought of the media, Luke’s thoughts screeched to a halt. It wouldn’t just be him in the media. Noah. It had to be Noah. Didn’t it?
Luke’s mind skittered to his cell phone charging in the bedroom. Turning quickly, Luke forgot about the spilled coffee and broken mug. He was quickly reminded as his bare feet lost traction as he stepped in coffee, and instead of bracing his hands on the countertops on either side of him, instinct kicked in, and his arms flew up in the air. The next thing he knew the wind was knocked out of him as he landed in a sprawl, coffee soaking into his sleep pants and sharp shards of coffee mug digging into his back, his ass, and the back of his legs.
Groaning as he laid there, Luke delicately got up, found his footing on a dry patch of floor and started pulling shards of mug out of his skin. Once nothing else seemed to be stuck in him, Luke pulled down his coffee soaked sleep pants and let them fall in a pile at his ankles, kicking them off as he made his way naked to the bathroom. The sight of bands of color on his arm brought back the reason why he’d been in such a hurry in the first place.
Leaning out the door that led to his bedroom, Luke grabbed his cell phone and held his thumb on the screen, letting the biometric screen read his fingerprint and pulse pattern. Once it had unlocked, Luke spoke his command. “Call Noah Mayer.”
The phone confirmed his request and pulled up the contact information that had been added there by Noah the night before. Luke dabbed blood he could see coming from a few of the deeper cuts along his side and back the call connected.
“Noah Mayer speaking.”
Luke smirked at the professional tone in the way Noah answered the phone. “Noah, it’s Luke.”
Luke heard a definite relaxing on the other end of the line and what sounded like someone flopping back down onto the pillows. “Hey. Miss my company already?”
Luke smiled at the warmth that had come into Noah’s tone, compared to the efficient tone when he’d first picked up. “You take your dressing off of your implant yet?”
Luke heard the sounds of rustling sheets and the muffled sounds of a phone switching from one hand and ear to another. “Not yet. Just fell into bed last night. You’re up early, considering how late we were out last night.”
“Could you take it off now?”
There was a pause on the line and Luke knew the tone of his voice was sounding a little freaked, no matter how hard he’d tried to hide it. “What’s wrong, Luke?”
“What do you think?”
There was another pause as the full weight of Luke’s question settled onto Noah. “Okay. I’m pulling it off now.”
Luke heard more rustling and an indrawn breath, the muffled thud of the phone dropping, then being picked up and then silence.
Luke let it stretch out until he couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s on your arm, too, isn’t it?”
“Where do you live? I think we’ve got some figuring out to do.”
Luke let out a relieved breath as his eyes slid closed. He gave Noah his address and code to the front door. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“Okay.”
Luke heard the line disconnect and tried not to let his body react to the knowledge that Noah was going to be coming there. Feeling a trickle of coffee that was working its way down from his hair, Luke threw the blood-spotted hand towel he’d been using to dab at the cuts on the counter and headed for the shower.
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“Luke?!”
Luke raised his head at the panicked sound of his name, and before he could respond, the bathroom door was thrown open and Noah stood there, breathing a little strained and a startled look on his face.
Luke clutched his towel tighter and turned around so he was looking at Noah directly instead of through the mirror. “Noah? What’s wrong?”
“Jesus, you scared the… I saw the broken dishes and blood in the kitchen and…”
Luke blushed as he went up to Noah and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I thought I’d have enough time to shower and clean up the mess.”
“What happened?”
Luke felt his cheeks grow hotter as he looked away. “Noticed my arm when I was half asleep and in the middle of my cup of coffee. Then in my mission to get to my phone, I forgot about the spill and…”
Noah winced at the mental picture. “Ouch.” He made a spinning motion with his hand.
Luke nodded as he stepped away and turned around. “Soap and brand new cuts are a whole world of ouch as well, but I kinda had coffee dripping out of my hair.”
Luke felt Noah’s soft touch on his shoulders and back as he looked at the cuts as the other man snorted a little in amusement. “Sorry, mental picture of that is a little amusing.”
“Shut up.”
“Drop the towel.”
“What, no dinner first?”
Noah snorted behind Luke and gently pushed him forward. “Where is your stuff for cuts?”
Luke walked to the counter and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit that his mother had insisted that he have. Handing it over his shoulder to Noah, Luke dropped the towel, hissing as some of the terrycloth had stuck to a few of the cuts.
Noah took off his jacket and hung it on a towel hook. Luke saw a flash of color on the other man’s arm before he disappeared, blocked by Luke’s body in the mirror’s reflection. “I’m going to have to give this round of the fight to the coffee cup. It kicked your ass. Literally.”
Luke rolled his eyes and looked down over his hip to where Noah was kneeling behind him. “And you were how graceful this morning when I woke you up? Don’t think I didn’t hear you drop the phone.”
Luke jumped when he felt a light smack on his hip. “I wouldn’t sass a man who has rubbing alcohol within easy reach.”
Luke snorted and bit his lip as Noah’s fingertips rubbed salve on the worst of the cuts. He pressed the front of his hips into the cupboard in front of him, trying to will away just how much his body was reacting to the touch.
The next few minutes were the sounds of band aids being unwrapped and placed on the cuts and Luke’s increasingly unsteady breath.
When he was done, Luke heard Noah close the first aid kit with a snap. Luke kept facing the mirror. “If you want to go to the living room, I’ll get changed and be right out.”
Noah’s voice came from behind him, deeper and huskier than he’d ever heard it. “Turn around.”
Luke felt a tide of goosebumps work their way from his shoulders down to his wrists as he closed his eyes and kept where he was.
There was the rustle of material as Noah got to his feet and then Luke felt denim and cotton pressed against him from shoulder to ankle. Noah’s hands came around to rest on counter next to Luke’s, the length of their arms pressing together. Luke looked down and saw the pattern on his own arm continuing on Noah’s.
He raised his eyes to meet Noah’s in the mirror and shivered at the heat he saw in them. Noah kept their eyes locked as he spoke into Luke’s ear. “If you don’t think that kneeling behind you when you’re naked hasn’t affected me just as much as it’s affected you, you’re crazy.”
Luke drew in a breath as Noah’s hands splayed over his hips and pulled them slowly back until his ass was pressed against the proof that Noah was just as ready to snap as Luke was.
Luke’s eyes slid closed as he groaned. It was too much and not enough all at once. They needed to talk, but right now talking was the last thing on his mind, unless it involved the words more, deeper, faster, and harder.
Opening his eyes again, Luke turned to face Noah, fusing their mouths together before the rest of his body had even finished turning. Noah’s arms came around Luke’s waist, being careful of the injured areas, and pulled them flush together.
Luke wrapped one arm around Noah’s shoulders as the other threaded through his hair. His fingers curled in and drew him closer, deepening the kiss and pulling a low growl from deep in Noah’s chest.
Luke could feel himself being walked backwards towards the bedroom and pulled out of the kiss, going back for several small pecks before putting his hand in front of Noah’s lips to stop him from going in for another kiss. “One sec, we have to go back to the counter.”
Noah curled his fingers around Luke’s wrist and moved the hand from in front of his mouth, leaning in towards Luke’s neck as he spoke. “You want to do this on the counter?”
Luke’s body approved of that idea wholeheartedly, but he shook his head as much as he could with Noah’s mouth kissing, and his stubble scratching, the sensitive skin. “Guh… S-supplies. Don’t have any in the bedroom.”
Noah didn’t answer, instead he kept up his ministration on Luke’s neck and started walking them back towards the counter.
Once they were there, Luke blindly opened the drawer he knew the supplies were in and grabbed the familiar box and tube. “‘kay. Ready.”
“You don’t keep them beside the bed?”
Luke felt his eyes rolling back as Noah hit a sensitive spot behind his ear. “Never brought anyone back here.”
Noah stopped what he was doing and looked up at Luke. “Really?”
Luke shrugged a shoulder, feeling a blush blooming. “Didn’t see the point if it wasn’t going to be something like…” Luke trailed off, looking down at the Vine growing on his arm, even more detailed than the last time he’d looked at it.
A growl from Noah brought his attention back to the other man and he whooped out a surprised breath as he was bodily lifted off the ground as Noah laid a kiss on him that curled his toes.
Luke stopped them at the side of the bed, pulling at Noah’s t-shirt, only breaking their kiss when they had to pull the material over Noah’s head. The jeans and boxers were easier, hands unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing downwards.
Once they were both naked, Luke pushed Noah down on his unmade bed and explored every part of him that he couldn’t see in the darkness of the club the night before. Noah was gorgeous, there was no way around that. It was clear that he’d taken advantage of the fitness centers in all the hotels he’d stayed at and it showed in the sharply cut muscles on his arms and torso. Luke’s hands reached out and traced the V ridge that pointed down from each hip towards the upward swung proof that Noah wanted this as much as Luke did.
With a move that would have made a wrestler proud, Luke found himself on his back as Noah loomed over him. The click of the lube opening brought an indrawn breath from both of them and a second later, Luke gasped again as cool, slick fingers worked their way, one by one, inside of him.
When he was half out of his mind with want and his fingertips were digging into Noah’s shoulders to pull him closer, Luke arched his back and let out a stuttered breath as Noah slid slowly and deeply inside of him.
Luke reached up and curled his fingers around the back of Noah’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss as his body adjusted. When he was ready, Luke wrapped his legs around Noah’s hips and clenched his muscles to prod Noah into motion, filling the room with the sound of skin colliding and breaths that were gasped in and moaned out until shouts of completion rang through the condo.
When they lay spent and boneless, trying to catch their breath, Noah raised his head and looked at his arm. “Hmm, looks like really good sex adds more to the Vine.”
Luke lazily raised his arm, looking at the new twist in the Vine, the strand starting out the same green of his eyes and ending in the dark indigo that Noah’s darkened to seconds before he came. Luke touched the new addition to Noah’s vine and then carded his fingers through Noah’s sweat damp hair. “As much as I want to stay here and go for round two…”
Noah groaned against Luke’s collarbone. “We need to figure things out.”
Luke wanted to groan too. This was going to be an interesting conversation.
PART SIX
Author: escapes
Artist: mizumichan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. If I owned them things would have ended a lot differently.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah, Casey, Maddie, The Colonel
Word Count: 25,000 so far. WIP but will be completed shortly.
Warnings: Some violence, some smut, drama, a minimum of political goings-on
Spoilers: Show's over. So if you're being spoiled, Im sorry for your luck, son
Summary: AU set in the near future. Luke is the public face of the Amorial Vine implant, a nano-skin technology that reacts to the chemicals your body produces when you meet your soulmate. Billions have found the love of their life, but Luke's arm has remained stubbornly blank. Noah Mayer is the son of Colonel Winston Mayer and quietly fund the campaign in his the Colonel's shadow. When he starts to learn things about the way the campaign is being run behind his back, Noah leaves and takes a position about Northwestern teaching Film Studies. He's taking his life back and the first thing he does to celebrate his freedom is get the implant, something the Colonel had forbidden. With the move and the implant, Noah sets off chain of events that change change five lives and the fate of a nation.
Go see the amazing art here: http://mizumichan.livejournal.com/251114.html
Author’s Notes: I'm sorry for the delay in posting and the fact that it's still a WIP. There ware times during this that my life seemed like it was actively conspiring against me to get it done, up to the death of a family member in the days before my original posting date. I apologize that it's being posted as a WIP, but I will keep going until it's done and post it asap. Very big thank you's to crownroyal_51 noelleleithe and freakykat for the cheerleading and betas.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Part Five
The sun slanted through the uncovered windows and flooded across the bed, warming the sheets and painfully pulled Luke out of the clutches of sleep. Groaning, Luke rolled onto his back and scrubbed his hands over his face as he contemplated rolling away from the light, or giving up the fight and just getting up.
The call of nature kicked in and Luke knew that fight was over. He’d lost. Groaning again, he made his way to the bathroom and then shuffled his way to the kitchen, flicking the switch on his coffee maker and loading a pod in. He slid a mug under the spout and leaned forward onto the counter, resting his forehead on the door of the upper cabinet, and closed his eyes again.
Once he heard the familiar gurgle of the drip finishing, Luke slit open his eyes and reached for the mug, immediately taking a sip and regretting it as his tongue was scorched. Sighing as the warmth worked its way down to his stomach, Luke took a few more swallows as he waited for the caffeine to kick in.
He thought about the night before and spending time with Noah. It had been one of the best evenings he’d spent in a long time. They’d kept away from talking politics, but it had turned out that they hadn’t even needed that conversation starter. Luke was glad that he hadn’t let his impressions of Colonel Mayer spill over onto his son. Noah was about as different from the Colonel as Luke was from his own biological father.
Almost half of the mug of coffee was gone and his eyes had gone from half mast to fully open and his brain was firing enough to contemplate more than coffee to start his day with and whether it was too soon to call Noah and see if he wanted to meet for brunch or something. Raising his mug again, Luke paused as a flash of color caught his eye. His fingers suddenly became nerveless,and the mug dropped to the tile floor, splattering coffee and shards of mug over Luke’s feet, the floor, and the cupboard doors.
Luke didn’t hear any of it. His entire focus was on his lower arm, where twisting strands of color were spreading even as he looked at them. Luke always knew that someday he’d see the Amorial Vine growing on his own arm; he’d had the tests and knew that his soulmate was out there somewhere. But as he brought his shaking arm up closer to his face, he thought that nothing could have prepared him for the shock of waking up on a Sunday morning and being physically different than when he’d gone to bed the night before.
It had happened. It had finally happened. Luke knew that standing in a pool of spilled coffee and broken mug was probably something he should be fixing, but he was transfixed by the colors blossoming across his arm. His thoughts were flying all over. Should he tell someone? Should he keep it to himself? How long could it be kept to just friends and family? What would happen when someone spilled to the media?
At the thought of the media, Luke’s thoughts screeched to a halt. It wouldn’t just be him in the media. Noah. It had to be Noah. Didn’t it?
Luke’s mind skittered to his cell phone charging in the bedroom. Turning quickly, Luke forgot about the spilled coffee and broken mug. He was quickly reminded as his bare feet lost traction as he stepped in coffee, and instead of bracing his hands on the countertops on either side of him, instinct kicked in, and his arms flew up in the air. The next thing he knew the wind was knocked out of him as he landed in a sprawl, coffee soaking into his sleep pants and sharp shards of coffee mug digging into his back, his ass, and the back of his legs.
Groaning as he laid there, Luke delicately got up, found his footing on a dry patch of floor and started pulling shards of mug out of his skin. Once nothing else seemed to be stuck in him, Luke pulled down his coffee soaked sleep pants and let them fall in a pile at his ankles, kicking them off as he made his way naked to the bathroom. The sight of bands of color on his arm brought back the reason why he’d been in such a hurry in the first place.
Leaning out the door that led to his bedroom, Luke grabbed his cell phone and held his thumb on the screen, letting the biometric screen read his fingerprint and pulse pattern. Once it had unlocked, Luke spoke his command. “Call Noah Mayer.”
The phone confirmed his request and pulled up the contact information that had been added there by Noah the night before. Luke dabbed blood he could see coming from a few of the deeper cuts along his side and back the call connected.
“Noah Mayer speaking.”
Luke smirked at the professional tone in the way Noah answered the phone. “Noah, it’s Luke.”
Luke heard a definite relaxing on the other end of the line and what sounded like someone flopping back down onto the pillows. “Hey. Miss my company already?”
Luke smiled at the warmth that had come into Noah’s tone, compared to the efficient tone when he’d first picked up. “You take your dressing off of your implant yet?”
Luke heard the sounds of rustling sheets and the muffled sounds of a phone switching from one hand and ear to another. “Not yet. Just fell into bed last night. You’re up early, considering how late we were out last night.”
“Could you take it off now?”
There was a pause on the line and Luke knew the tone of his voice was sounding a little freaked, no matter how hard he’d tried to hide it. “What’s wrong, Luke?”
“What do you think?”
There was another pause as the full weight of Luke’s question settled onto Noah. “Okay. I’m pulling it off now.”
Luke heard more rustling and an indrawn breath, the muffled thud of the phone dropping, then being picked up and then silence.
Luke let it stretch out until he couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s on your arm, too, isn’t it?”
“Where do you live? I think we’ve got some figuring out to do.”
Luke let out a relieved breath as his eyes slid closed. He gave Noah his address and code to the front door. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“Okay.”
Luke heard the line disconnect and tried not to let his body react to the knowledge that Noah was going to be coming there. Feeling a trickle of coffee that was working its way down from his hair, Luke threw the blood-spotted hand towel he’d been using to dab at the cuts on the counter and headed for the shower.
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“Luke?!”
Luke raised his head at the panicked sound of his name, and before he could respond, the bathroom door was thrown open and Noah stood there, breathing a little strained and a startled look on his face.
Luke clutched his towel tighter and turned around so he was looking at Noah directly instead of through the mirror. “Noah? What’s wrong?”
“Jesus, you scared the… I saw the broken dishes and blood in the kitchen and…”
Luke blushed as he went up to Noah and put his hands on the other man’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I thought I’d have enough time to shower and clean up the mess.”
“What happened?”
Luke felt his cheeks grow hotter as he looked away. “Noticed my arm when I was half asleep and in the middle of my cup of coffee. Then in my mission to get to my phone, I forgot about the spill and…”
Noah winced at the mental picture. “Ouch.” He made a spinning motion with his hand.
Luke nodded as he stepped away and turned around. “Soap and brand new cuts are a whole world of ouch as well, but I kinda had coffee dripping out of my hair.”
Luke felt Noah’s soft touch on his shoulders and back as he looked at the cuts as the other man snorted a little in amusement. “Sorry, mental picture of that is a little amusing.”
“Shut up.”
“Drop the towel.”
“What, no dinner first?”
Noah snorted behind Luke and gently pushed him forward. “Where is your stuff for cuts?”
Luke walked to the counter and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit that his mother had insisted that he have. Handing it over his shoulder to Noah, Luke dropped the towel, hissing as some of the terrycloth had stuck to a few of the cuts.
Noah took off his jacket and hung it on a towel hook. Luke saw a flash of color on the other man’s arm before he disappeared, blocked by Luke’s body in the mirror’s reflection. “I’m going to have to give this round of the fight to the coffee cup. It kicked your ass. Literally.”
Luke rolled his eyes and looked down over his hip to where Noah was kneeling behind him. “And you were how graceful this morning when I woke you up? Don’t think I didn’t hear you drop the phone.”
Luke jumped when he felt a light smack on his hip. “I wouldn’t sass a man who has rubbing alcohol within easy reach.”
Luke snorted and bit his lip as Noah’s fingertips rubbed salve on the worst of the cuts. He pressed the front of his hips into the cupboard in front of him, trying to will away just how much his body was reacting to the touch.
The next few minutes were the sounds of band aids being unwrapped and placed on the cuts and Luke’s increasingly unsteady breath.
When he was done, Luke heard Noah close the first aid kit with a snap. Luke kept facing the mirror. “If you want to go to the living room, I’ll get changed and be right out.”
Noah’s voice came from behind him, deeper and huskier than he’d ever heard it. “Turn around.”
Luke felt a tide of goosebumps work their way from his shoulders down to his wrists as he closed his eyes and kept where he was.
There was the rustle of material as Noah got to his feet and then Luke felt denim and cotton pressed against him from shoulder to ankle. Noah’s hands came around to rest on counter next to Luke’s, the length of their arms pressing together. Luke looked down and saw the pattern on his own arm continuing on Noah’s.
He raised his eyes to meet Noah’s in the mirror and shivered at the heat he saw in them. Noah kept their eyes locked as he spoke into Luke’s ear. “If you don’t think that kneeling behind you when you’re naked hasn’t affected me just as much as it’s affected you, you’re crazy.”
Luke drew in a breath as Noah’s hands splayed over his hips and pulled them slowly back until his ass was pressed against the proof that Noah was just as ready to snap as Luke was.
Luke’s eyes slid closed as he groaned. It was too much and not enough all at once. They needed to talk, but right now talking was the last thing on his mind, unless it involved the words more, deeper, faster, and harder.
Opening his eyes again, Luke turned to face Noah, fusing their mouths together before the rest of his body had even finished turning. Noah’s arms came around Luke’s waist, being careful of the injured areas, and pulled them flush together.
Luke wrapped one arm around Noah’s shoulders as the other threaded through his hair. His fingers curled in and drew him closer, deepening the kiss and pulling a low growl from deep in Noah’s chest.
Luke could feel himself being walked backwards towards the bedroom and pulled out of the kiss, going back for several small pecks before putting his hand in front of Noah’s lips to stop him from going in for another kiss. “One sec, we have to go back to the counter.”
Noah curled his fingers around Luke’s wrist and moved the hand from in front of his mouth, leaning in towards Luke’s neck as he spoke. “You want to do this on the counter?”
Luke’s body approved of that idea wholeheartedly, but he shook his head as much as he could with Noah’s mouth kissing, and his stubble scratching, the sensitive skin. “Guh… S-supplies. Don’t have any in the bedroom.”
Noah didn’t answer, instead he kept up his ministration on Luke’s neck and started walking them back towards the counter.
Once they were there, Luke blindly opened the drawer he knew the supplies were in and grabbed the familiar box and tube. “‘kay. Ready.”
“You don’t keep them beside the bed?”
Luke felt his eyes rolling back as Noah hit a sensitive spot behind his ear. “Never brought anyone back here.”
Noah stopped what he was doing and looked up at Luke. “Really?”
Luke shrugged a shoulder, feeling a blush blooming. “Didn’t see the point if it wasn’t going to be something like…” Luke trailed off, looking down at the Vine growing on his arm, even more detailed than the last time he’d looked at it.
A growl from Noah brought his attention back to the other man and he whooped out a surprised breath as he was bodily lifted off the ground as Noah laid a kiss on him that curled his toes.
Luke stopped them at the side of the bed, pulling at Noah’s t-shirt, only breaking their kiss when they had to pull the material over Noah’s head. The jeans and boxers were easier, hands unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing downwards.
Once they were both naked, Luke pushed Noah down on his unmade bed and explored every part of him that he couldn’t see in the darkness of the club the night before. Noah was gorgeous, there was no way around that. It was clear that he’d taken advantage of the fitness centers in all the hotels he’d stayed at and it showed in the sharply cut muscles on his arms and torso. Luke’s hands reached out and traced the V ridge that pointed down from each hip towards the upward swung proof that Noah wanted this as much as Luke did.
With a move that would have made a wrestler proud, Luke found himself on his back as Noah loomed over him. The click of the lube opening brought an indrawn breath from both of them and a second later, Luke gasped again as cool, slick fingers worked their way, one by one, inside of him.
When he was half out of his mind with want and his fingertips were digging into Noah’s shoulders to pull him closer, Luke arched his back and let out a stuttered breath as Noah slid slowly and deeply inside of him.
Luke reached up and curled his fingers around the back of Noah’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss as his body adjusted. When he was ready, Luke wrapped his legs around Noah’s hips and clenched his muscles to prod Noah into motion, filling the room with the sound of skin colliding and breaths that were gasped in and moaned out until shouts of completion rang through the condo.
When they lay spent and boneless, trying to catch their breath, Noah raised his head and looked at his arm. “Hmm, looks like really good sex adds more to the Vine.”
Luke lazily raised his arm, looking at the new twist in the Vine, the strand starting out the same green of his eyes and ending in the dark indigo that Noah’s darkened to seconds before he came. Luke touched the new addition to Noah’s vine and then carded his fingers through Noah’s sweat damp hair. “As much as I want to stay here and go for round two…”
Noah groaned against Luke’s collarbone. “We need to figure things out.”
Luke wanted to groan too. This was going to be an interesting conversation.
PART SIX