Part of The Home For The Holiday's story
Title:Home For The Holiday's
Author: jeri_1116
Rating: PG
WC: 2,511
Warning: Luke likes the big black dick in this. No, we won't read about said big black dick. But Luke does ride it lot. Noah's heard him.
Disclaimer: I owns nothing, nada and don't wanna. This is fun enough- less stressful.
I want to give a shout out to Random_nic for keeping up with things and not letting Nuke and all their co-stars fall by the wayside. So thanks Ms. Nic, you kinda, sorta rock. Not really but whatever.
Christmas Eve Morning
It’s still dark out; not yet six am. Noah knows Luke's probably in the barn taking care of things - things Holden usually does.
Holden hasn’t been around much. He might be an asshole, but he doesn't like to rub it in that he's left - made a life with someone else. So he leaves it to them, and stays out of Lily's way.
There’s a chain, a sort of list. If Luke can't do it, it's Noah. If Noah can't, it’s passed down to Dallas. The list even includes Reid if work isn’t hectic and he can take a long lunch. Jack is a big help as well, sometimes stopping by with Dallas before work to keep things running smoothly.
It's Noah's turn today. With help from Luke they were to bring in eggs, milk the cows, and feed the horses. That was supposed to occur a half hour ago.
Noah's not down there, though. He's in bed under Reid, trying his best to keep quiet. He’ll get a mouthful from Luke later in the day. Probably a threat to tell Emma what he’s up to, but he'll deal with it. The consequences for what he’s up to are truly worth it.
“You okay?” Reid whispers watching Noah, knowing he's thinking too hard.
“Fine” he whispers back. “Supposed to be helping Luke today.” It’s Christmas Eve, and with the both of them all the chores would be done by seven; seven-thirty if they decided not to rush. Two pairs of hands are always better than one.
Reid leans in, his nose brushing against Noah's neck. “Luke's a little shit, but deep down he understands.” He pulls back nipping Noah's chin. “Dallas is helping him, so don't worry about it.”
Noah sighs. “Okay. I'm glad you're here though.” He smiles, teeth peeking out a little. “I really missed you. I was going crazy without you, you really have no idea.” His smile grows wider as he speaks, blue eyes sparkling in the dark room.
“How much?” Reid asks, smirking as he pushes forward, face going into the crook of Noah's neck. One of Noah's hands come up grasping at Reid's back, lips pressed together tight fighting through the pain. “Hmmm?” Reid says again “how much?” He pushes all the way in, hips grinding down, waiting for Noah to adjust.
“Reid,” he breathes, finger nails sliding down Reid's back, small whelps forming.
“My back will never heal if you keep doing that, Stretch.”
“I said don't call me that.” Noah moans through it though, nails still trailing down.
Reid pulls back. He looks down at Noah, his hand coming up to brush through hair. Without warning he slams back in, his lips suddenly at Noah's ear. “I'll call you Stretch if I want.” Noah's back arches, legs going around Reid's waist locking him in. “Say I can't. Say I can't, and I'll stop right now.”
Noah's legs tighten around Reid's waist like a vice, the pressure causing Reid to groan in pleasure. “Whatever you want. Call me whatever you want,” he moans. Noah's voice sounds like it’s cracking; his head lifts up, his lips searching for Reid's. “Whatever you want,” he repeats, his voice still cracking like he needs water. Their lips crash together like thunder, Reid letting Noah control it.
Reid pumps into him, their lips attached like they need it to properly breathe. Like without it, they'd disappear. “Don't stop,” Noah finally says, coming up for air. He says it a little too loud though.
One of Reid's hands instantly comes up covering his mouth. “Shush” he says, his mouth breaking out into a smile watching as Noah's blue eyes sparkle in the dark. “You're so bad,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” Noah says, his hips bucking up silently, requesting Reid to continue. “I can't wait 'til we're home.”
“Me either,” Reid says into his ear. “Every flat surface...” Reid speeds up, his hand gripping at the base of Noah's cock, jerking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Noah's toes start to curl; Reid's thrusts become erratic. They haven’t been with each other for so long (almost a week). There’s no time for long, drawn out lovemaking, the risk of being caught too high. But Reid loves to make sure Noah is taken care of. “I'm close. You with me?” he asks before biting down on Noah's neck. The action causes Noah to come all over Reid's hand. “There you go,” he praises, still pumping in. “There you go, Stretch. ”
Noah takes deep breaths, his eyes close listening to Reid’s voice as it helps him along.
Shuddering, he holds on while Reid still seeks out his own orgasm. Noah nips at Reid's neck and clenches his hole around Reid's shaft to help him along. It works, the pressure causing Reid to spill powerfully into Noah.
Reid falls into Noah's body, breaths coming out deep and slow like they're his last. “Every time you do that,” he takes another deep breath. “I never last. I like when you do that thing at the very end. I like it a lot,” he says, still breathing deeply.
Noah doesn't say anything. He just smiles a knowing smile, his arms coming up to wrap around Reid's body as his legs finally fall back onto the bed. It isn't long before they are both dozing off, bodies still wrapped around each other, no sheets covering them, the chill of winter having no affect on them at all.
******
It's an hour later when they wake, and it's not because they wanted to.
Reid can hear Luke's voice like it's in his ear. He knows it's coming from the kitchen, though, and knows exactly what's happening. He nudges at Noah, once, twice, before popping his thigh. “Get up!” He says, his voice rough from sleep, but sounding like its urgent so that Noah moves, and quickly.
Noah, however, huffs and rolls over. “Stop hitting me you ass,” he groans into his pillow.
“Noah get up!” Reid sounds panicked; he’s already up looking for his pants.
“Why?” Noah whines. “What's-”
“GET OUT!”
Noah's eyes go wide as he recognizes Luke's voice. Without further discussion he shoots up from the bed searching for his cloths. Noah’s not even worried about the mess he and Reid have made. He's out the door, shirt going over his head, before Reid can reach him. At this point, he’s not even worried about how to explain why Reid's in his room.
Noah races down the hall. Reid is right behind him, trying to keep up. He makes it down the stairs, and sees Dallas first with his arm up, blocking Luke from view. The arm is holding Luke back forcefully. Noah takes a deep breath. He watches from the corner of his eye as Reid disappears around a corner into the parlor.
Noah knows his mother is there, and that she won't come out. She'll stay back there instead of facing it. “Where's Grams?” Noah says, looking at Dallas. There's no use in addressing Luke; at this point he's seething.
“She had something at the church this morning.” Noah looks at the clock and can see it's a little pass 7:30. “You know she likes to get an early start on things,” Dallas says, his arm still locked and pushing Luke back.
Noah finally looks at what has Luke so out of control. He breathes deep, one eye still fixed on the entrance to the parlor. “Why are you here?” he finally says.
“I came to see you guys. I knew you wouldn't come to were I was.”
Noah shakes his head. “You need to leave. This could've waited.”
“I dare you come here, acting like you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Luke,” Noah says.
“….you’ve crossed a line, the kids my have to spend time with you due to a court order, but you don’t get our time! None!"
“Luke!”
“Never again!”
“Luke! Just…..” Noah takes another deep breath. “Please,” he says tiredly.
“He needs to leave!”
Noah places his eyes on Dallas, knowing he has to go another route. Right now there’s no reasoning with Luke. Something has to be done or he’ll just stand there shouting, nothing progressing.
Dallas presses his lips together, knowing what he has to do. He grabs Luke's shirt, pulling him out of the room. “Let’s go.”
“I'm not going-”
“Yes. You. Are.” Luke's eyes go wild at being told what to do. He starts to fight Dallas off of him. Dallas gets his hands though, and pulls Luke's body flush against his, lips pressing firm against Luke's ear. “Think about your mother,” he says tightly, grip still firm and unrelenting. “Go be with her right now.” Dallas’ voice is stern, leaving no room for argument.
Luke goes slack, his breath coming out hard. He pushes away from Dallas body. He’s annoyed at being told what to do. Anger is rolling off of him in waves; Dallas and Noah can feel it. But Luke just sneers, and straightens himself out. He huffs angrily and without another look at Dallas, he makes a bee line straight for his mother.
“Luke.”
Luke doesn't stop “I don't want excuses from you,” he growls heading out of the kitchen. “Tell your fiancé hi.” There’s so much venom in his voice, it’s a little scary. But this is how Luke deals.
Dallas stands there watching, focused on Luke's tense shoulders as he disappears around the corner out of sight. “Today was supposed to be...,” Dallas can't even finish the sentence, he's at such a loss for words. He already knows Luke's anger will take a while to dissipate, and that he'll most likely not talk to Dallas until well into the evening. Dallas makes a sad sigh before following Luke into the parlor.
“Are you happy now?” Noah says sadly watching as Holden hovers by the door of his childhood home. Noah knows Holden should be able to come in grab what ever he wants out of the fridge, turn on the television, kick up his feet and relax. He can't though. And it’s his doing.
He's welcomed to come anytime he wants, really. His mama lives in said childhood home, but the consequences of doing so are far too much. Besides being there for the holidays, Noah and the guys are always there tending to the farm, taking care of the things Holden dropped to shack up with Molly. Confrontation is always a possibility; Luke just proved that in spades. There had been one point when Dallas had to practically drag Jack away before things escalated beyond repair. Although it really doesn't look like things could be fixed at this point, anyway. To this day, Luke wishes Dallas had let Jack go.
“I wanted to see you and Luke, not to mention Mama.” Holden finally says, swallowing hard.
“You see Grams all the time. You should have called. It's obvious she isn't here, so.”
“I know but-”
“Look, tell the kids we say hi.” Noah cuts him off. “You should go back to your fiancé.” He says the word bitterly, much like Luke said it. Noah backs up towards the parlor. He needs to get to Lily. He knows Reid had already probably comforted her, and that Luke came in and did what he needed to do. But he needs to be there as well, giving her his support.
It must hurt like hell to always have to see the person you married for better or worse with another person. Obviously, what you thought as forever was only temporary for the other.
“Noah, come on-”
“Merry Christmas.” Noah says with a tight smile, cutting him off again.
Holden can tell it's a goodbye; a ‘please leave.’ Holden sighs, and backs up and out of the door.
Noah stands there for a moment, watching the spot where Holden had stood just seconds earlier. He's fighting not to cry, trying with all his might to hold it in, his eyes painfully watering as he fights it.
Luke's reaction is to yell, and throw out insults. Noah wants that to be his reaction as well. He doesn't like that his first response is to either go stoic or to cry. Although he knows that reaction is because he's so deeply disappointed in Holden.
Holden didn't just leave Lily and move on with Molly. For months he cheated. Cheated as if Oakdale were a huge community and there was no way he could be caught. He disrespected her; he didn't even try and hide it, or leave her gracefully. She found out and he didn't even apologize, his reasoning being he wasn't sorry for loving Molly, so, no, he couldn't apologize for that. Something along the lines of you don't apologize for loving someone.
What?!
Noah makes a mental note to stop telling Lily that Holden will come back. That he’ll realize what a mistake he’s made. At this point, Noah knows his mother should move on. What Holden did - the way he did it - is unforgivable.
Noah wipes at his cheek, knowing he's failed at the not crying bit.
An arm rests around his shoulders, pulling him in. He has to bend a little; Reid's a little shorter then him. Yet he turns into Reid's hold and nuzzles into his neck. “Don't cry,” Reid whispers. “You're a grown man, for god sakes.” He huffs and squeezes at Noah's side, producing a short thick laugh, warm breath fanning at his neck.
Noah says nothing. He knows Reid is messing with him, trying to get him to laugh. Reid runs his hand through Noah's hair. The other hand now rubs at his back. “Are you okay?” Reid murmurs, still running a hand through Noah's hair.
Noah nods into his neck, “Is Luke okay?” He finally asks, wrapping his arms tight around Reid's waist. “Dallas had to get a little rough with him.”
“He'll be alright,” Reid says. “Although in between consoling Lily, he's giving Dallas death glares. He’s also muttering something about stupid Noah being an ass, too.” Noah gives another laugh at that. “But he'll be fine,” Reid starts again. “You know he can't stay mad at Dallas for too long. For that matter, he can't stay mad at you ever, so it'll be okay. Promise,” Reid says holding Noah tight against his body.
Noah sighs sadly. “Great start to your vacation,” he says sarcastically, pushing away from Reid.
“What are you talking about?” Reid says, shocked. He grabs Noah by the face, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses him softly and pulls away. “This morning was…” he cocks his eyebrow over and over again instead of saying anything, and Noah can't help but outright laugh at that.
“You know what would make it even better for me?”
Noah rolls his eyes. “I have a feeling you're gonna say food and not anything pertaining to me now.” Reid beams at the mention of food. Noah rolls his eyes again, and heads for the fridge. “What would you like, babe?”
Author: jeri_1116
Rating: PG
WC: 2,511
Warning: Luke likes the big black dick in this. No, we won't read about said big black dick. But Luke does ride it lot. Noah's heard him.
Disclaimer: I owns nothing, nada and don't wanna. This is fun enough- less stressful.
I want to give a shout out to Random_nic for keeping up with things and not letting Nuke and all their co-stars fall by the wayside. So thanks Ms. Nic, you kinda, sorta rock. Not really but whatever.
Christmas Eve Morning
It’s still dark out; not yet six am. Noah knows Luke's probably in the barn taking care of things - things Holden usually does.
Holden hasn’t been around much. He might be an asshole, but he doesn't like to rub it in that he's left - made a life with someone else. So he leaves it to them, and stays out of Lily's way.
There’s a chain, a sort of list. If Luke can't do it, it's Noah. If Noah can't, it’s passed down to Dallas. The list even includes Reid if work isn’t hectic and he can take a long lunch. Jack is a big help as well, sometimes stopping by with Dallas before work to keep things running smoothly.
It's Noah's turn today. With help from Luke they were to bring in eggs, milk the cows, and feed the horses. That was supposed to occur a half hour ago.
Noah's not down there, though. He's in bed under Reid, trying his best to keep quiet. He’ll get a mouthful from Luke later in the day. Probably a threat to tell Emma what he’s up to, but he'll deal with it. The consequences for what he’s up to are truly worth it.
“You okay?” Reid whispers watching Noah, knowing he's thinking too hard.
“Fine” he whispers back. “Supposed to be helping Luke today.” It’s Christmas Eve, and with the both of them all the chores would be done by seven; seven-thirty if they decided not to rush. Two pairs of hands are always better than one.
Reid leans in, his nose brushing against Noah's neck. “Luke's a little shit, but deep down he understands.” He pulls back nipping Noah's chin. “Dallas is helping him, so don't worry about it.”
Noah sighs. “Okay. I'm glad you're here though.” He smiles, teeth peeking out a little. “I really missed you. I was going crazy without you, you really have no idea.” His smile grows wider as he speaks, blue eyes sparkling in the dark room.
“How much?” Reid asks, smirking as he pushes forward, face going into the crook of Noah's neck. One of Noah's hands come up grasping at Reid's back, lips pressed together tight fighting through the pain. “Hmmm?” Reid says again “how much?” He pushes all the way in, hips grinding down, waiting for Noah to adjust.
“Reid,” he breathes, finger nails sliding down Reid's back, small whelps forming.
“My back will never heal if you keep doing that, Stretch.”
“I said don't call me that.” Noah moans through it though, nails still trailing down.
Reid pulls back. He looks down at Noah, his hand coming up to brush through hair. Without warning he slams back in, his lips suddenly at Noah's ear. “I'll call you Stretch if I want.” Noah's back arches, legs going around Reid's waist locking him in. “Say I can't. Say I can't, and I'll stop right now.”
Noah's legs tighten around Reid's waist like a vice, the pressure causing Reid to groan in pleasure. “Whatever you want. Call me whatever you want,” he moans. Noah's voice sounds like it’s cracking; his head lifts up, his lips searching for Reid's. “Whatever you want,” he repeats, his voice still cracking like he needs water. Their lips crash together like thunder, Reid letting Noah control it.
Reid pumps into him, their lips attached like they need it to properly breathe. Like without it, they'd disappear. “Don't stop,” Noah finally says, coming up for air. He says it a little too loud though.
One of Reid's hands instantly comes up covering his mouth. “Shush” he says, his mouth breaking out into a smile watching as Noah's blue eyes sparkle in the dark. “You're so bad,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” Noah says, his hips bucking up silently, requesting Reid to continue. “I can't wait 'til we're home.”
“Me either,” Reid says into his ear. “Every flat surface...” Reid speeds up, his hand gripping at the base of Noah's cock, jerking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Noah's toes start to curl; Reid's thrusts become erratic. They haven’t been with each other for so long (almost a week). There’s no time for long, drawn out lovemaking, the risk of being caught too high. But Reid loves to make sure Noah is taken care of. “I'm close. You with me?” he asks before biting down on Noah's neck. The action causes Noah to come all over Reid's hand. “There you go,” he praises, still pumping in. “There you go, Stretch. ”
Noah takes deep breaths, his eyes close listening to Reid’s voice as it helps him along.
Shuddering, he holds on while Reid still seeks out his own orgasm. Noah nips at Reid's neck and clenches his hole around Reid's shaft to help him along. It works, the pressure causing Reid to spill powerfully into Noah.
Reid falls into Noah's body, breaths coming out deep and slow like they're his last. “Every time you do that,” he takes another deep breath. “I never last. I like when you do that thing at the very end. I like it a lot,” he says, still breathing deeply.
Noah doesn't say anything. He just smiles a knowing smile, his arms coming up to wrap around Reid's body as his legs finally fall back onto the bed. It isn't long before they are both dozing off, bodies still wrapped around each other, no sheets covering them, the chill of winter having no affect on them at all.
******
It's an hour later when they wake, and it's not because they wanted to.
Reid can hear Luke's voice like it's in his ear. He knows it's coming from the kitchen, though, and knows exactly what's happening. He nudges at Noah, once, twice, before popping his thigh. “Get up!” He says, his voice rough from sleep, but sounding like its urgent so that Noah moves, and quickly.
Noah, however, huffs and rolls over. “Stop hitting me you ass,” he groans into his pillow.
“Noah get up!” Reid sounds panicked; he’s already up looking for his pants.
“Why?” Noah whines. “What's-”
“GET OUT!”
Noah's eyes go wide as he recognizes Luke's voice. Without further discussion he shoots up from the bed searching for his cloths. Noah’s not even worried about the mess he and Reid have made. He's out the door, shirt going over his head, before Reid can reach him. At this point, he’s not even worried about how to explain why Reid's in his room.
Noah races down the hall. Reid is right behind him, trying to keep up. He makes it down the stairs, and sees Dallas first with his arm up, blocking Luke from view. The arm is holding Luke back forcefully. Noah takes a deep breath. He watches from the corner of his eye as Reid disappears around a corner into the parlor.
Noah knows his mother is there, and that she won't come out. She'll stay back there instead of facing it. “Where's Grams?” Noah says, looking at Dallas. There's no use in addressing Luke; at this point he's seething.
“She had something at the church this morning.” Noah looks at the clock and can see it's a little pass 7:30. “You know she likes to get an early start on things,” Dallas says, his arm still locked and pushing Luke back.
Noah finally looks at what has Luke so out of control. He breathes deep, one eye still fixed on the entrance to the parlor. “Why are you here?” he finally says.
“I came to see you guys. I knew you wouldn't come to were I was.”
Noah shakes his head. “You need to leave. This could've waited.”
“I dare you come here, acting like you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Luke,” Noah says.
“….you’ve crossed a line, the kids my have to spend time with you due to a court order, but you don’t get our time! None!"
“Luke!”
“Never again!”
“Luke! Just…..” Noah takes another deep breath. “Please,” he says tiredly.
“He needs to leave!”
Noah places his eyes on Dallas, knowing he has to go another route. Right now there’s no reasoning with Luke. Something has to be done or he’ll just stand there shouting, nothing progressing.
Dallas presses his lips together, knowing what he has to do. He grabs Luke's shirt, pulling him out of the room. “Let’s go.”
“I'm not going-”
“Yes. You. Are.” Luke's eyes go wild at being told what to do. He starts to fight Dallas off of him. Dallas gets his hands though, and pulls Luke's body flush against his, lips pressing firm against Luke's ear. “Think about your mother,” he says tightly, grip still firm and unrelenting. “Go be with her right now.” Dallas’ voice is stern, leaving no room for argument.
Luke goes slack, his breath coming out hard. He pushes away from Dallas body. He’s annoyed at being told what to do. Anger is rolling off of him in waves; Dallas and Noah can feel it. But Luke just sneers, and straightens himself out. He huffs angrily and without another look at Dallas, he makes a bee line straight for his mother.
“Luke.”
Luke doesn't stop “I don't want excuses from you,” he growls heading out of the kitchen. “Tell your fiancé hi.” There’s so much venom in his voice, it’s a little scary. But this is how Luke deals.
Dallas stands there watching, focused on Luke's tense shoulders as he disappears around the corner out of sight. “Today was supposed to be...,” Dallas can't even finish the sentence, he's at such a loss for words. He already knows Luke's anger will take a while to dissipate, and that he'll most likely not talk to Dallas until well into the evening. Dallas makes a sad sigh before following Luke into the parlor.
“Are you happy now?” Noah says sadly watching as Holden hovers by the door of his childhood home. Noah knows Holden should be able to come in grab what ever he wants out of the fridge, turn on the television, kick up his feet and relax. He can't though. And it’s his doing.
He's welcomed to come anytime he wants, really. His mama lives in said childhood home, but the consequences of doing so are far too much. Besides being there for the holidays, Noah and the guys are always there tending to the farm, taking care of the things Holden dropped to shack up with Molly. Confrontation is always a possibility; Luke just proved that in spades. There had been one point when Dallas had to practically drag Jack away before things escalated beyond repair. Although it really doesn't look like things could be fixed at this point, anyway. To this day, Luke wishes Dallas had let Jack go.
“I wanted to see you and Luke, not to mention Mama.” Holden finally says, swallowing hard.
“You see Grams all the time. You should have called. It's obvious she isn't here, so.”
“I know but-”
“Look, tell the kids we say hi.” Noah cuts him off. “You should go back to your fiancé.” He says the word bitterly, much like Luke said it. Noah backs up towards the parlor. He needs to get to Lily. He knows Reid had already probably comforted her, and that Luke came in and did what he needed to do. But he needs to be there as well, giving her his support.
It must hurt like hell to always have to see the person you married for better or worse with another person. Obviously, what you thought as forever was only temporary for the other.
“Noah, come on-”
“Merry Christmas.” Noah says with a tight smile, cutting him off again.
Holden can tell it's a goodbye; a ‘please leave.’ Holden sighs, and backs up and out of the door.
Noah stands there for a moment, watching the spot where Holden had stood just seconds earlier. He's fighting not to cry, trying with all his might to hold it in, his eyes painfully watering as he fights it.
Luke's reaction is to yell, and throw out insults. Noah wants that to be his reaction as well. He doesn't like that his first response is to either go stoic or to cry. Although he knows that reaction is because he's so deeply disappointed in Holden.
Holden didn't just leave Lily and move on with Molly. For months he cheated. Cheated as if Oakdale were a huge community and there was no way he could be caught. He disrespected her; he didn't even try and hide it, or leave her gracefully. She found out and he didn't even apologize, his reasoning being he wasn't sorry for loving Molly, so, no, he couldn't apologize for that. Something along the lines of you don't apologize for loving someone.
What?!
Noah makes a mental note to stop telling Lily that Holden will come back. That he’ll realize what a mistake he’s made. At this point, Noah knows his mother should move on. What Holden did - the way he did it - is unforgivable.
Noah wipes at his cheek, knowing he's failed at the not crying bit.
An arm rests around his shoulders, pulling him in. He has to bend a little; Reid's a little shorter then him. Yet he turns into Reid's hold and nuzzles into his neck. “Don't cry,” Reid whispers. “You're a grown man, for god sakes.” He huffs and squeezes at Noah's side, producing a short thick laugh, warm breath fanning at his neck.
Noah says nothing. He knows Reid is messing with him, trying to get him to laugh. Reid runs his hand through Noah's hair. The other hand now rubs at his back. “Are you okay?” Reid murmurs, still running a hand through Noah's hair.
Noah nods into his neck, “Is Luke okay?” He finally asks, wrapping his arms tight around Reid's waist. “Dallas had to get a little rough with him.”
“He'll be alright,” Reid says. “Although in between consoling Lily, he's giving Dallas death glares. He’s also muttering something about stupid Noah being an ass, too.” Noah gives another laugh at that. “But he'll be fine,” Reid starts again. “You know he can't stay mad at Dallas for too long. For that matter, he can't stay mad at you ever, so it'll be okay. Promise,” Reid says holding Noah tight against his body.
Noah sighs sadly. “Great start to your vacation,” he says sarcastically, pushing away from Reid.
“What are you talking about?” Reid says, shocked. He grabs Noah by the face, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses him softly and pulls away. “This morning was…” he cocks his eyebrow over and over again instead of saying anything, and Noah can't help but outright laugh at that.
“You know what would make it even better for me?”
Noah rolls his eyes. “I have a feeling you're gonna say food and not anything pertaining to me now.” Reid beams at the mention of food. Noah rolls his eyes again, and heads for the fridge. “What would you like, babe?”