Fic: When I Saw You
Title: When I saw you
Author:jeri_1116
Rating: G
W/C: 1,186
Warnings: Might be crap, at this point who the fuck knows.
Disclaimer: I don't own Luke and Noah. Me owning them would be amazing tho- the lack of unnecessary break ups, the non use of blindness to prolong a already dying story would be evident. #Astheworldturnssucks. #crapwriters.
Authors notes: Written for the http://what-did-you-do.livejournal.com/
Tagged with I never saw it coming. by sarahsezlove
I'm promoting aspirwriter with It's dark in that closet
It was summer when Luke first saw Noah, watched as he jogged across a crowded quad and into an equally crowded coffee shop, t-shirt sticking to his back from sweat. Luke had smiled to himself, stored the moment away in his mind and headed off to his summer writing class.
Two weeks later, he had seen him again, recognizing the long lean body bent picking up books he had accidentally knocked out of someone’s hands as he rushed to his own destination. Luke had watched from afar, fascinated, listening as Noah apologized profusely, his voice so deep, yet so soft. Luke couldn't help but gasp.
It was the smile that overtook Noah’s face, a genuine concern that spoke volumes to Luke when he opened his mouth, the sorrys dropping from his lips like snowflakes, one after the other drizzled in kindness, going on and on. So sincere was he, the person he had bumped into could do nothing more than smile back, wave his hand about as a brush off, letting Noah know it was no big deal. Not a big deal at all. Of course, the stranger didn't get away without a few more apologies and another smile - this time bright and brilliant - thrown his way before he was off again.
Luke desperately wanted one of those smile to be thrown his way; wanted to feel what the stranger felt when Noah gave him one. Did it feel like light and love, a soft and glowing warmth spreading through your body? Or was it so sudden, it hit you like a brick, forcing you to remember to breathe? To steady yourself and breathe. Just breathe.
After watching Noah give so freely of his smiles, Luke would sneak into the crowded coffee shop - the one he’d seen Noah run into not so long ago and then found him working in - and sit for hours nursing a cup of coffee, simply watching over the brim of the cup and drinking in the sight of Noah being sweet, slipping extra cookies to little, old ladies and bright, young children as he prepared their requested order.
That’s when Luke knew. He just knew.
Noah was special. Now, maybe Noah didn't know this, but Luke did. Luke knew just by looking at him, watching the way Noah interacted with people, he was something. Something good. Something great.
~~~~~
It was two long weeks later when Luke got the chance to say that very thing. He was running late to his writing class, having tripped over a crack in cement, his books going this way and that and papers falling carelessly to the ground. Without stopping, he had bent down, rushing to pick his things up and hoping there wasn’t too much damage, when a hand reached out in front of him. Once scattered papers, now secure in a strong tanned hand, hovered by his face.
“Are these yours?” Noah said, eyes cast down watching the ground, hand still hovering; waiting.
Luke watched the hand, overwhelmed with emotion. He was close…so close.
A clearing of a throat had Luke snapping out of his daze, his hand shooting out after such a long wait, fingers curling around Noah’s wrist, before they drifted towards a smooth hand to retrieve the papers.
“Yeah. Yeah, they’re mine. I’m such a klutz,” Luke had said, shaking his head ruefully.
“I know what you mean,” Noah finally said, his head shooting up, lips turning up in a slight smile.
Luke had to shake his head, the little gesture making him fuzzy around the edges.
“You’re a life saver,” he said, the compliment turning that slight upturn of lips into a full-on grin.
“It was nothing,” Noah murmured as he moved around, picking up other items that had fallen to the ground. Luke, glued to the spot, was mesmerized by the grin, his thoughts running rampant as his imagination had them living together, married and surrounded by children. “Are you okay?” Noah had to eventually ask, his hand resting on Luke’s shoulder like it belonged there, the shock of it setting off little sparks of lightning throughout Luke's body.
“You’re a great guy!” Luke blurted out, the press of fingers throwing him off balance. His eyes widened at his statement, everything now in slow motion as Noah’s hand had dropped from his shoulder, his own eyes widening as well, face confused by the admission. “I mean…I mean, I watch you.” Luke shook his head at that, because that hadn’t sounded right at all. “I mean…I've seen you.” Luke shook his head again. Nothing was coming out right. “Just…just forget it.” Taking his books, Luke started to walk away. He was becoming a bigger creep by the second and that wasn’t good.
A hand reached out to grab his arm, stopping his retreat. Luke waited with bated breath, hoping he wouldn’t die of embarrassment. “ Thanks,” Noah said, soft and unsure, “…that means a lot.”
Luke smiled, breathing deeply in relief, “I’ve been wanting to say that forever.”
There was an aching silence and the pain of expectation shot through Luke’s body as he waited. He felt like throwing up, the tension so unbearable.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say something to me.” Noah finally said.
“You have?” Luke looked scared, desperately hoping it wasn't a joke.
Noah nodded, “I’ve been waiting, hoping you’d say something…say anything to me.”
All Luke can do is stare.
And that’s how they begin.
~~~~~~
They become inseparable, standing too close in line when there’s enough space to branch out, laughing at jokes only they are privy to, sleeping with each other, without sleeping together - legs intertwined, fingers touching, lips ghosting over necks, cheeks - never making a commitment, yet knowing no one else belongs in what they have. Never in what they have.
It’s four months to the day since Luke first spotted Noah. They are sitting on the floor in Noah’s single dorm room, a pint of ice cream shared between them, their spoons clinking together has they dig in.
“Would you say we…” Noah doesn’t finish the sentence, his eyes focused on the pint, teeth digging into his bottom lip, moments from tasting blood.
“We what?” Luke whispers, eyes solely on Noah.
“Nothing.” Noah says, making swirls with his spoon in the ice cream.
A spoon touches his lips, ice cream about to drip and Noah can do nothing but look up, blue eyes watching the spoon as his tongue slips out to pull it in.
“I never saw it coming,” Luke says, watching as Noah eats the ice cream.
“Saw what?” Noah says, licking his lips.
“You.” Luke gives a soft smile, pulling the spoon away from Noah’s lips.
“Would you be my boyfriend, Luke?” Noah inhales, holds his breath as he waits.
A huge smile breaks across Luke’s face, a shuddering sigh of relief falling from his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Noah exhales and drops his own spoon. His head ends up in Luke’s lap, mouth slightly open, waiting ‘til Luke offers up his again.
There’s silence now; no clinking of spoons, just the soft smack of lips as they share.
And that’s how they end, never to part again.
The end.
Author:jeri_1116
Rating: G
W/C: 1,186
Warnings: Might be crap, at this point who the fuck knows.
Disclaimer: I don't own Luke and Noah. Me owning them would be amazing tho- the lack of unnecessary break ups, the non use of blindness to prolong a already dying story would be evident. #Astheworldturnssucks. #crapwriters.
Authors notes: Written for the http://what-did-you-do.livejournal.com/
Tagged with I never saw it coming. by sarahsezlove
I'm promoting aspirwriter with It's dark in that closet
It was summer when Luke first saw Noah, watched as he jogged across a crowded quad and into an equally crowded coffee shop, t-shirt sticking to his back from sweat. Luke had smiled to himself, stored the moment away in his mind and headed off to his summer writing class.
Two weeks later, he had seen him again, recognizing the long lean body bent picking up books he had accidentally knocked out of someone’s hands as he rushed to his own destination. Luke had watched from afar, fascinated, listening as Noah apologized profusely, his voice so deep, yet so soft. Luke couldn't help but gasp.
It was the smile that overtook Noah’s face, a genuine concern that spoke volumes to Luke when he opened his mouth, the sorrys dropping from his lips like snowflakes, one after the other drizzled in kindness, going on and on. So sincere was he, the person he had bumped into could do nothing more than smile back, wave his hand about as a brush off, letting Noah know it was no big deal. Not a big deal at all. Of course, the stranger didn't get away without a few more apologies and another smile - this time bright and brilliant - thrown his way before he was off again.
Luke desperately wanted one of those smile to be thrown his way; wanted to feel what the stranger felt when Noah gave him one. Did it feel like light and love, a soft and glowing warmth spreading through your body? Or was it so sudden, it hit you like a brick, forcing you to remember to breathe? To steady yourself and breathe. Just breathe.
After watching Noah give so freely of his smiles, Luke would sneak into the crowded coffee shop - the one he’d seen Noah run into not so long ago and then found him working in - and sit for hours nursing a cup of coffee, simply watching over the brim of the cup and drinking in the sight of Noah being sweet, slipping extra cookies to little, old ladies and bright, young children as he prepared their requested order.
That’s when Luke knew. He just knew.
Noah was special. Now, maybe Noah didn't know this, but Luke did. Luke knew just by looking at him, watching the way Noah interacted with people, he was something. Something good. Something great.
~~~~~
It was two long weeks later when Luke got the chance to say that very thing. He was running late to his writing class, having tripped over a crack in cement, his books going this way and that and papers falling carelessly to the ground. Without stopping, he had bent down, rushing to pick his things up and hoping there wasn’t too much damage, when a hand reached out in front of him. Once scattered papers, now secure in a strong tanned hand, hovered by his face.
“Are these yours?” Noah said, eyes cast down watching the ground, hand still hovering; waiting.
Luke watched the hand, overwhelmed with emotion. He was close…so close.
A clearing of a throat had Luke snapping out of his daze, his hand shooting out after such a long wait, fingers curling around Noah’s wrist, before they drifted towards a smooth hand to retrieve the papers.
“Yeah. Yeah, they’re mine. I’m such a klutz,” Luke had said, shaking his head ruefully.
“I know what you mean,” Noah finally said, his head shooting up, lips turning up in a slight smile.
Luke had to shake his head, the little gesture making him fuzzy around the edges.
“You’re a life saver,” he said, the compliment turning that slight upturn of lips into a full-on grin.
“It was nothing,” Noah murmured as he moved around, picking up other items that had fallen to the ground. Luke, glued to the spot, was mesmerized by the grin, his thoughts running rampant as his imagination had them living together, married and surrounded by children. “Are you okay?” Noah had to eventually ask, his hand resting on Luke’s shoulder like it belonged there, the shock of it setting off little sparks of lightning throughout Luke's body.
“You’re a great guy!” Luke blurted out, the press of fingers throwing him off balance. His eyes widened at his statement, everything now in slow motion as Noah’s hand had dropped from his shoulder, his own eyes widening as well, face confused by the admission. “I mean…I mean, I watch you.” Luke shook his head at that, because that hadn’t sounded right at all. “I mean…I've seen you.” Luke shook his head again. Nothing was coming out right. “Just…just forget it.” Taking his books, Luke started to walk away. He was becoming a bigger creep by the second and that wasn’t good.
A hand reached out to grab his arm, stopping his retreat. Luke waited with bated breath, hoping he wouldn’t die of embarrassment. “ Thanks,” Noah said, soft and unsure, “…that means a lot.”
Luke smiled, breathing deeply in relief, “I’ve been wanting to say that forever.”
There was an aching silence and the pain of expectation shot through Luke’s body as he waited. He felt like throwing up, the tension so unbearable.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say something to me.” Noah finally said.
“You have?” Luke looked scared, desperately hoping it wasn't a joke.
Noah nodded, “I’ve been waiting, hoping you’d say something…say anything to me.”
All Luke can do is stare.
And that’s how they begin.
~~~~~~
They become inseparable, standing too close in line when there’s enough space to branch out, laughing at jokes only they are privy to, sleeping with each other, without sleeping together - legs intertwined, fingers touching, lips ghosting over necks, cheeks - never making a commitment, yet knowing no one else belongs in what they have. Never in what they have.
It’s four months to the day since Luke first spotted Noah. They are sitting on the floor in Noah’s single dorm room, a pint of ice cream shared between them, their spoons clinking together has they dig in.
“Would you say we…” Noah doesn’t finish the sentence, his eyes focused on the pint, teeth digging into his bottom lip, moments from tasting blood.
“We what?” Luke whispers, eyes solely on Noah.
“Nothing.” Noah says, making swirls with his spoon in the ice cream.
A spoon touches his lips, ice cream about to drip and Noah can do nothing but look up, blue eyes watching the spoon as his tongue slips out to pull it in.
“I never saw it coming,” Luke says, watching as Noah eats the ice cream.
“Saw what?” Noah says, licking his lips.
“You.” Luke gives a soft smile, pulling the spoon away from Noah’s lips.
“Would you be my boyfriend, Luke?” Noah inhales, holds his breath as he waits.
A huge smile breaks across Luke’s face, a shuddering sigh of relief falling from his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Noah exhales and drops his own spoon. His head ends up in Luke’s lap, mouth slightly open, waiting ‘til Luke offers up his again.
There’s silence now; no clinking of spoons, just the soft smack of lips as they share.
And that’s how they end, never to part again.
The end.