Ficlet: If Kisses Fixed Boo-Boos
Title: If Kisses Fixed Boo-Boos
Author: G
Characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. No money made.
Summary: Luke fixes Noah's boo-boo.
Notes: Wrote this for the lovely kelly_ken who I ♥ muchly and who also inspired this little ficlet. It stemmed from a comment I made in my recap today, and Kavetha left me a reply which got this little scene in my head going. Thanks, hunnie! Hope you like. Just a tiny ficlet/drabble. :-)
Luke sat awkwardly on the couch next to Noah. Neither boy uttered a word, and both were still.
They sat for fifteen minutes like this, statues. Only breathing. Not touching.
Then Luke let out a breath and ran his hand through his hair, and as he placed his hand back on the couch, flattening it against the cushions, Noah’s left hand crept out from his side and slowly tangled with Luke’s.
They sat for another fifteen minutes, silently clutching each other, fingers holding securely.
Luke hadn’t known what to expect when he’d received Noah’s simple text of “Come over tonight?” but had immediately agreed to do so anyway. He’d had a long, harrowing day at work, and sitting pointlessly on the couch for the next hour or so seemed like a good idea to him, to clear his mind.
Except now Noah was pulling him, tugging on Luke’s hand so that Luke had no choice but to slide closer to Noah on the couch until their sides were pressing together. Noah lifted his hand from Luke’s and put it around his shoulder.
Luke suddenly realized that they were cuddling. Actually cuddling together, here on the couch that Noah shared with Maddie in their small apartment. The first time they’d cuddled since…Luke couldn’t remember when.
Noah was warm, as warm as he’d ever been, and Luke fell into him, muscles relaxing against Noah’s body heat while Noah softly stroked Luke’s arm. Luke let his head fall against Noah’s shoulder, and Noah’s head dipped gently to rest against Luke’s own.
Cuddling. Actually cuddling. Luke tried to keep a steady heartbeat, lest he give himself away. It was a difficult task.
And apparently he was concentrating so much on his heart rate that he wasn’t paying any attention to his hands. Which is why, when his left hand wandered up to Noah’s face, he didn’t stop himself.
And Noah didn’t stop him, either.
They were face to face now, as much as Noah could be while still blind. But there was kindness and need in Noah’s darkened eyes, and Luke was thumbing across Noah’s lips before anything else could register in his brain.
And then they were kissing. Soft, warm. Lips upon lips. Their bodies shifted so they could reach better, be more comfortable. Noah’s arms pulled Luke tighter against him. Luke’s mouth wandered from Noah’s, softly kissing his chin, his cheek, his temple. Noah bowed his head for easier access, his hands still caught tight in Luke’s clothes, as Luke pressed a slow mouth over Noah’s forehead.
Luke pulled back only quick enough to see that Noah had closed his eyes in content. Then he leaned back in to Noah’s face and ran sweet, feather-light kisses over Noah’s eyelids, starting with his left and working leisurely to his right. Noah’s eyelashes swept across Luke’s lips, dusting a smile onto his face.
Then they pulled apart. Noah held Luke to him as before. Luke spoke into Noah’s chest.
“What time are you going in tomorrow?”
Noah’s response was soft. “Nine a.m.”
Luke nodded into his shirt, and the two of them spent the next two hours cuddled together on the couch, on the night before Noah’s big surgery.
Author: G
Characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. No money made.
Summary: Luke fixes Noah's boo-boo.
Notes: Wrote this for the lovely kelly_ken who I ♥ muchly and who also inspired this little ficlet. It stemmed from a comment I made in my recap today, and Kavetha left me a reply which got this little scene in my head going. Thanks, hunnie! Hope you like. Just a tiny ficlet/drabble. :-)
Luke sat awkwardly on the couch next to Noah. Neither boy uttered a word, and both were still.
They sat for fifteen minutes like this, statues. Only breathing. Not touching.
Then Luke let out a breath and ran his hand through his hair, and as he placed his hand back on the couch, flattening it against the cushions, Noah’s left hand crept out from his side and slowly tangled with Luke’s.
They sat for another fifteen minutes, silently clutching each other, fingers holding securely.
Luke hadn’t known what to expect when he’d received Noah’s simple text of “Come over tonight?” but had immediately agreed to do so anyway. He’d had a long, harrowing day at work, and sitting pointlessly on the couch for the next hour or so seemed like a good idea to him, to clear his mind.
Except now Noah was pulling him, tugging on Luke’s hand so that Luke had no choice but to slide closer to Noah on the couch until their sides were pressing together. Noah lifted his hand from Luke’s and put it around his shoulder.
Luke suddenly realized that they were cuddling. Actually cuddling together, here on the couch that Noah shared with Maddie in their small apartment. The first time they’d cuddled since…Luke couldn’t remember when.
Noah was warm, as warm as he’d ever been, and Luke fell into him, muscles relaxing against Noah’s body heat while Noah softly stroked Luke’s arm. Luke let his head fall against Noah’s shoulder, and Noah’s head dipped gently to rest against Luke’s own.
Cuddling. Actually cuddling. Luke tried to keep a steady heartbeat, lest he give himself away. It was a difficult task.
And apparently he was concentrating so much on his heart rate that he wasn’t paying any attention to his hands. Which is why, when his left hand wandered up to Noah’s face, he didn’t stop himself.
And Noah didn’t stop him, either.
They were face to face now, as much as Noah could be while still blind. But there was kindness and need in Noah’s darkened eyes, and Luke was thumbing across Noah’s lips before anything else could register in his brain.
And then they were kissing. Soft, warm. Lips upon lips. Their bodies shifted so they could reach better, be more comfortable. Noah’s arms pulled Luke tighter against him. Luke’s mouth wandered from Noah’s, softly kissing his chin, his cheek, his temple. Noah bowed his head for easier access, his hands still caught tight in Luke’s clothes, as Luke pressed a slow mouth over Noah’s forehead.
Luke pulled back only quick enough to see that Noah had closed his eyes in content. Then he leaned back in to Noah’s face and ran sweet, feather-light kisses over Noah’s eyelids, starting with his left and working leisurely to his right. Noah’s eyelashes swept across Luke’s lips, dusting a smile onto his face.
Then they pulled apart. Noah held Luke to him as before. Luke spoke into Noah’s chest.
“What time are you going in tomorrow?”
Noah’s response was soft. “Nine a.m.”
Luke nodded into his shirt, and the two of them spent the next two hours cuddled together on the couch, on the night before Noah’s big surgery.