Fic: A Perfectly Messy Evening Part I
Title: A Perfectly Messy Evening
Author: ladysonsie
Artist: sarafim
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own the porn, but that's about it. Sadly if I was in charge there would a lot more use of dildos going around.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah and Casey/Ali
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: Graphic M/M and M/F sex. Which means, yes, there is some het!sex going on here kids. Including pegging. There is also language and the smallest mention of Reid. Implied Luke/Reid, but barely.
Spoilers: None. This is set sometime in the near future where both couples are back together.
Summary: One night. One apartment. Two couples connect emotionally and physically.
Author's Notes: In Master Post
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[Noah]
“Hey, Mayer? Gonna fuck me anytime soon?” Luke asks, those I can get anything I want with these dimples deepening as his mouth settles into a smirk. He’s flat on his back, arms arched over his head as his fingers loosely wrap around the headboard playing with the curls in the ironwork. His whole body is open and exposed, skin naked stretched tight over all that firm muscle, dick curving up hard against his belly.
He’s the most beautiful thing Noah’s even seen. And all he can seem to do at the moment is stare and drink it all in, wanting it to stay like this forever.
“Can’t a guy just take a minute to appreciate his boyfriend’s naked body?” Noah shoots back, trying to keep up the banter even with the serious edge underneath. Boyfriend. He never thought he'd learn not to take a word for granted anymore. My boyfriend. All he has to do is shut his eyes and fade into all the blackness to take him back to that space, so dark and alone, never quite able to get fully ahead of those feelings. He’s had his eyes back for months now but these moments still scare him, push him to an edge of a quiet abyss where he is constantly reminded of what was once lost. So he tries to imprint them in his mind, still afraid one day that’s all he’ll have again.
That all he’ll have is the image of the warm body that is painting this moment in front of him right now and the silence that comes with that.
“You had your minute, now I want to see some action. That is, if you can handle all this?” Luke arches up some as if to punctuate his point by offering up his dick, his grin infectious. Noah’s on his knees in-between Luke’s spread legs, smooth thighs gently lay out in front of him. He takes his index finger and runs it slowly along the inside causing that mouth of Luke’s to exchange the quips for a low whimper, and Noah smirks at how easy it is to shut his boyfriend up. He keeps getting closer and closer, teasing Luke by swirling his finger along the sensitive skin just shy of the intended target. “Noah,” Luke finally whines, body starting to tremble.
“Hm?” Noah answers, not looking up from playing connect the dots on Luke’s groin, fingers aching to reach out and grab his leaking cock but trying to stay strong. “You want something you’re going to have to ask for it, Snyder.” Noah smiles down at the reaction he’s causing, literally keeping Luke on edge with the barest of touch.
Luke lets out an exasperated sigh and then the littlest “Oh!” squeaks out when Noah’s fingers ghost along the hard length just enough that Luke forgoes the pretend indignation and immediately dives into a quick litany of phrases. “Please, God. Noah, touch me. Need you to touch me now,” his body starting to writher against the black of midnight wrapped around the mattress.
Noah’s about to keep up the game, still wanting to draw the tease out as long as he can, but Luke’s cock is so close, so beautifully hard and begging for it, that Noah grabs it before the thoughts are finished processing in his mind. It’s hot, dripping as the tip leaks against the dark read head and Noah’s fingers wrap perfectly around the thick shaft, melding together as he gives it a quick stroke. Fast gone is his patience that was there a minute earlier with playing around. Luke lets out a throaty groan and Noah stokes him hard and fast again, wanting more of those sounds to fill their room.
“Shit, love the way you touch me,” Luke lets out in-between sharp notes of pleasure as Noah keeps fisting his wet cock, watching the heat disappear within his fingers as that distinctive sound plays against his skin. Noah’s own dick is hard, to the point of aching to get into that tightness and release the buildup of deep pressure that is screaming in the corners of his mind. He suddenly stops stroking Luke, the loss of contact giving way to an unhappy whine from the pout of bitten lips.
Noah quickly bends up his body to get access to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube already out, his dick brushing against the curve of Luke’s hip and the friction against the sharp bone causing him to shudder down the arc of his spine. The snap cuts through the sweat laced air as he soaks his fingers in the sticky substance and settles back in-between Luke’s legs, back to teasing him as he slowly circles his hole drawing out the sensation.
“You want it, baby? Want me in you?” Noah asks, voice low and rough as he continues to keep Luke keyed up by not giving him what he desires.
Luke’s fingers are wrapped tight around the iron above him now, pulled white at the knuckles as he tries desperately to thrust down onto Noah. “Fuck, need you to… open me, Noah,” he groans out, patience lost at the edge of the words. “Open me up, baby. Please.”
Noah almost loses it at the sight of Luke spread, wet and begging to be stretched. He stops teasing his fingers and pushes in two at once, the burn causing Luke to let out a sharp gasp that Noah feels vibrate off his own cock. He scissors back and forth and brushes up against Luke’s prostate eliciting more delicious sounds. Beautiful jagged notes that ghost along Noah’s skin causing him to tremble, his senses still heightened from so long relying on just the reverberation of words.
He then withdraws his fingers and quickly adds more lube, this time slicking himself up instead. He positions the head of his dick at Luke’s entrance and lets out a shaky breath before working himself in.
Slowly. Slowly.
Not too fast, hang on. Must make this last.
“So tight, Luke,” Noah rasps as his body starts squeezing sweat into beads across his skin. “So good like this.”
They had been together numerous times since reuniting after Reid but there still was this ache in Noah’s stomach, a mixture of jealousy and regret poured over gratefulness, all competing with each other. Not quite knowing how to melt the past emotions into the present and future ones.
Noah drives deeper into Luke and hears his moan squeeze around his cock, and he is suddenly struck with this wave of feeling that is so right. Inside like this, so warm and safe, he wishes he could crawl into Luke and never leave. Protected from his mind pitting fears and insecurities against himself. Never letting doubt and worry and his father’s voice of being a failure, never being enough, dictate his actions again.
Never wanting to lose this again.
Luke reaches up and gently brushes his thumb down his cheek streaking the sweat as Noah hovers above, continuing to work their rhythm in sync. “Hey, where’d you go?” Luke asks as his breathing labors more heavily, a whisper of concern in his eyes.
The layers of hurt are still there, they probably always will be, but all Noah can seem to get out is, "I love you” and somehow it makes everything okay, everything worth it when Luke smiles back up at him, wrapping his legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
Luke grabs at Noah’s ass giving it a gentle squeeze before moving his hands back up to grip the headboard, fingers scraping against the metal as his body starts to moan in satisfaction. Noah can feel Luke’s insides pulling at the solid heat desperately trying to push his body over the edge. “C’mon, harder.” Noah thrusts in again, balls tight against Luke’s skin as he gets them connected deeper. “Fuck me,” Luke demands and his mouth gasps out into a perfect silent scream when Noah takes his cock between his fingers again and starts pulling, pulling. Everything suddenly is strung tight like a clothesline, muscles bathed in a salty glow, as Luke clamps down around Noah’s buried cock. He comes almost violently into Noah’s hand; shuddering so hard the bed shakes as streams of white shoot through onto his stomach.
Feeling Luke fall apart underneath him is all it takes and with a sharp “Oh God” on his lips Noah’s following, emptying himself into his boyfriend. Letting go and riding out the wave of his orgasm before collapsing down, come and sweat smearing between their flushed bodies.
Noah settles back into his senses and pulls out slowly, watching in concern as Luke winces at the separation.
Everything is a mess now.
Hot and sticky and stained on both of them, mixing together all over soaked skin.
A mess.
But still perfect.
For a second Noah thinks about leaving it all there, not wanting to change anything about this instant, wanting to freeze time where he’s safe and cocooned away from his broken mind. But Luke’s already reaching for the washcloth by the bed and wiping at his stomach before moving on to Noah’s, almost reverently cleaning him up. Noah’s body tingles at the gentle touch and his eyes watch the prefect mess they created disappear into the terry cloth.
Gone.
But they’re still here, together. And that’s all that matters.
Still a perfect mess between them.
Luke discards the washcloth and lets out yawn before snuggling back down against Noah and pulling his arms around his waist, bodies spooned together with the sheets wrapped at their feet. He takes Noah’s hand and brings the calloused palm to his lips, kissing the pulse point, his tongue lightly tracing the lifeline. Noah’s eyes shut at the feeling of wet warmth being pressed into his skin and lets out a soft purr.
“So, you going to really tell me now where you went in that mind of yours earlier?” Luke asks softly. “I do have ways to get it out of you, you know.” He presses his hips back against Noah rubbing his overworked dick and Noah can feel Luke’s satisfied smile.
He can also feel his body start to perk up again.
Noah ignores that for the time being and pauses purposefully, even after all this time still needing to work himself up to sharing. Words tend to become lost on his tongue and drown in his thoughts, never seeing the light of day.
Safer that way.
He can feel the steady rhythm of Luke’s heart beat through his skin, his body lulling his brain into this calmness with every slow patient note as Luke waits, not pushing him. Waiting until Noah’s ready.
Always waiting.
“I just love you so much,” Noah cautiously starts. “It- it scares me.” He takes a deep breath in before rushing everything else out, afraid it’ll get lost too far in him if he doesn’t. “It scares me that I’ll push you away again because sometimes I get frightened that I won’t be able to live up to that. To you. To us. To what’s real.”
Luke takes Noah’s arms and wraps them tighter around him, and Noah melts further into their jigsaw position. All tangled limbs and pressed skin protecting him from the screams in his head to stop this and run away, not wanting to hurt Luke. Not wanting Luke to hurt him.
Never wanting to hurt each other again.
“You have to learn not to push me away,” Luke gently says, his voice soft and soothing, “but push towards me. Yell, rant, cry whatever you need.” His heart speeds up and Noah knows that this is something that’s been there for a while. “Just do it with me instead of running away to do it on your own. Can you try that?”
Noah feels lighter at the exchange of words, releasing everything into the air makes it all seem okay. He feels the crack in those deep layers of jumbled emotions helping him to change his fear, the ache in his gut softening.
“Yes,” he whispers into Luke’s shoulder. “I can try that.” He mouths at a small section of skin, lightly pressing kisses into the dip of shoulder.
“And always know that I love you and that you’re enough, Noah. You’re more than enough.”
Noah’s chest tightens at that, a quick flash of his own existence boiled down to lesson still needing to be learned. Maybe one day he’ll get there.
He hopes.
Until then he can work on showing Luke just how much he loves him back. “I love you, too,” he says huskily, hands grabbing at Luke’s hips and pulling him up. “I love every part of you.” He hears Luke groan as he maneuvers them into a straddling position, Noah working his body to lay flat as he gets Luke on top of his chest, smooth thighs gripping his sides like Luke was squeezing against the lines of a mare.
Hard body meant to ride.
Noah pets at the small of Luke’s back bringing him close enough so he can reach his dick, already hard again but just out of reach of Noah’s tongue. Luke inches up some and braces against the iron headboard, the movement giving way to delightful friction that sparks heat all throughout Noah’s lengthened body. He gets close enough and Noah can smell the soap and musk and sweat that is coming sweetly off Luke’s skin. He lets his tongue bath the crown of Luke’s cock, tasting all the flavors as Luke begins to unstitch above him, panting and starting to thrust, fucking Noah’s mouth. He fills up as Luke thickens on his tongue, all hard skin and pulsing heat trying to push him to choke as he stretches his throat taking Luke in deeper.
Noah suddenly remembers something as it shoots through his brain and he pulls off quickly, coughing at the loss. Luke darts his eyes down at him and is opening his mouth to protest when Noah interrupts. “Shit. Casey! Casey’s here. I totally forgot I let him in to wait for Ali in her room.” Noah’s face reddens; flush from excitement darkening into the hue of embarrassment “God, I bet he’s heard us this whole time.”
Luke’s fingers tighten around the scrollwork, his cock leaking in front of Noah’s face as this look washes over him. “Noah.”
“Yeah,” Noah looks up.
“Fuck Casey. Suck me. Suck me now.”
Noah pauses for a moment then quickly swallows Luke back down at that, wet pressure causing Luke to let out an even louder moan.
[Casey]
Casey pushes at his earbuds trying to get them further into his ear canal to block out the sound of the moaning coming from the other bedroom. The volume was already at the loudest he could get away with without causing permanent damage and the sounds of ACDC only allowed him to drift so far into his subconscious until Luke brought him back.
Or Luke’s moans brought him back.
Fuck me.
He bangs the back of his head against the fabric-covered headboard letting out soft whooshes as they connect, hoping maybe he can beat the sounds out of his brain. He screws his eyes tight and tries to desperately focus on the pounding rhythm coming through his iPod, needing to wash away any residual imagery he’s experiencing at the moment.
Because Luke and Noah. Naked. And having …
No. No. No.
Casey jolts his eyes open when he feels soft fingers ruffle his hair and sees Ali standing above him, a slight grin on her lips, dark green scrubs hugging slim curves. God, she’s beautiful. He really doesn’t understand sometimes why she’s with a screw-up like him.
“Hey, were you waiting long?” she asks as he turns off the music and pulls the headphones out.
“Ali! Thank God you’re here. You don’t know what I’ve been going through,” he replies with a slight mock overreaction, pulling at her waist and burying his head against her stomach. “It’s so loud!”
She just giggles and pets at his hair, her whole body vibrating with the warm sound. “Aw, I think it’s sweet. They’ve been like that since they finally got over themselves and got back together.”
Casey lets out a low groan at more do not want imagery flashing quickly through his brain. “Yes, yes. Luke. Noah. Back together. Soul mates reunited. Fantastic. But do they have to be so damn loud about it?” He tries to get further into the polyester fabric covering her tummy hoping it will bleach out any more thoughts of people having sex.
People having sex that aren’t him.
She gently pushes at his shoulders making him whine at being forced to pull himself back up, closer to those sounds. “C’mon, Case. I need to go shower. I’m all dirty and grimy from being at the hospital for the last twelve hours.”
Casey looks up into her soft blue eyes and decides to change that plan right away. “But I like you all dirty and grimy,” he says roughly. “I think it’s sexy seeing my girl like this.” He pulls at her waist and turns her quickly so she lands on the bed, a belly laugh escaping from beneath her work clothes. “It makes me want to do naughty things.” He climbs over her and gets on top, loving the way she looks laid out, hair mussed and the barest hint of skin peaking out from above her drawstring.
“You like me dirty, huh?” she counters slyly her hands gripping at his hips. “Are you gonna be sure about that when you get closer and take a whiff of all this?” She stretches her arms above her head as if inviting him to do what he pleases with the willowy body framing the light green comforter.
He could work with that. Most definitely
“You mean, would I still want you after I do this?” He starts tickling her, rubbing his face everywhere against the exposed skin causing her to shriek in hysterics. “After I smell every inch of you?” He continues his playful little game as his girlfriend is worming her way out of his grasp, white smile lightning up the whole room.
“Casey!” she chuckles. “Stop it!” Her laugh bouncing off the walls and warming Casey’s skin as she teasingly smacks him. He could listen to her laugh all day. Bottle it and carry it with him just to play those sounds over and over. Weighty noises that make his heart swell.
He’s never felt what love sounds like before.
“Okay, okay,” he continues after ending with the tickle monster routine. “I can stop acting like a five-year old, I promise.” He crosses his heart and holds up his hand.
She raises her eyebrow up at him. “I highly doubt that.”
“Oh trust me, I can. Especially when I have more… adult actives in mind.” Her eyes twinkle at the suggestion of changing their game. Casey swallows thickly, still getting that darting spark watching her like this, so gorgeous, so flawless.
His.
Finally, after all they’ve been through. She’s his.
And it’s perfect. As perfect as a beautiful mess can be.
He tugs at the top scrub, inching it up her chest until she lifts her head and he can remove it completely revealing the black lace bra underneath. He then slowly unties the drawstring on her pants, unraveling the course rope until it falls out of his fingers and he’s able to dip them below working the material off her hips. She gasps at the touch against the sensitive skin, body rolling in a slight tremble. Ali then lifts up and he finishes pulling, discarding the barriers across the room. Leaving her completely bare on the bed except for matching lace capturing the best parts of her still behind a hint of sheer dark fabric.
“Casey-“ she softly whispers as his hands start traveling lightly over all her dips and curves. “Ooh.” He reaches down and presses his lips to hers, tasting the hint of vanilla gloss as she kisses him back, all warm tongue and sweet flavors fooling around together. He moans into the kiss, filling her mouth with the sound as he takes his hands and tenderly runs them across her breasts, playing with them through the lacy bra, before pulling the material down, cupping it underneath her tits.
He grins when they break apart, cool air working back into both their bodies. “See, I told you I could act like an adult.” He then lowers his head and swirls his tongue around each of her nipples, bathing them in wetness, leaving them hard and erect. A whimper escaping as he tugs one into his mouth, lightly scraping teeth firm enough that Ali starts writhing. Wispy sounds falling from her lips as her hands thread through his hair and yank gently, only adding to his already aching cock.
He loves playing with her like this; making those sounds leave her tight little body as he controls the way they are strung together to form a perfect melody. Casey wants to speed up those notes now, wants to hear her body explode into a faster song causing her to come, causing her to fall apart.
Wants to cause her eyes to blow wide as he pushes her over the edge.
He quickly sits up and loses his own shirt and tosses it somewhere in the corner of the room before standing to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his jeans. His cock brushing against his belly before he kneels back down, grabbing the base to slick up, feeling already so close that touch alone glints shudders across his body. Ali goes to scoot down when he softly pushes against her hip stopping her. “No, want you to ride me,” he says, eyes darkening. “Want to watch you bounce.”
Her face falls into this sexy map of lines as she quirks her lips up and moves with him, changing positions on the bed until his back his flat against the matted twill wrapped around the headboard and she’s straddling him, tiny body so light she almost feels like a rag doll. She grabs hold to his shoulders and lifts up enough that he gets into position helping her work herself back down onto his cock, ragged moans splitting from her insides as she seats herself completely and he’s suddenly deep in this wet tightness, warm and clutching around him.
Ali then bends forward and bites along his neck, hot breath against his skin as she licks along his pulse point before gritting, “Fuck me, Case,” deep into his ear.
Shit.
He thrusts up hard and she lets out this mixture of a giggle and a gasp and quickly tries to find purchase by digging her nails into his skin, the hard bite of pain causing a sharp shiver down his spine. Ali throws her head back, hair sweeping to her sides and arches her body into a curve as Casey continues to fuck up into her, forcing these shallow groans from inside. She’s chewing her bottom lip to keep the noise low, biting and staining it a deep shade of pink and Casey wishes he could take a picture of her like this. Open, flush, taking all of him in.
So fucking beautiful.
He lets her work him, bouncing on his dick, her tits jiggling with each movement. Seeing her like this, tight and hot and digging into him, he knows he’s not going to last much longer. He reaches up and squeezes at her breast, firmly taking the roundness and holding on as they both are letting go.
Falling apart together.
And then she lets her head fall back again and opens those pouty lips into the shape of an O as she silently moans and she squeezes around his cock. And that’s all it takes and Casey is coming, hard and fast and with his own sounds bleeding from the back of his throat as he pours every last drop into the condom, buried deep within Ali, everything turning to a white flash behind his eyes as he rides out his orgasm with her doing the same.
She’s panting and bending foreword kissing his cheek, murmuring into his ear. “Oh God, Casey. Christ.” Her whole body is still trembling and Casey lets himself feel a source of satisfaction from causing her to be so broken.
He smiles inside at himself.
She moves off him and he ties the condom off, throwing it in the wastebasket near the nightstand. “Five minutes and then I really do have to go take that shower.”
Casey just yawns and hums his approval, petting at her hair as she snuggles into the crook of his arm. He keeps the motion up, soothing out the baby fine hair at her crease line, getting the courage to tell her something he’s been meaning to since they got back together.
“Ali?”
He can tell she’s already half-asleep, lidded eyes heavy with post-coital weight. “Hmm?” she mutters into his arm.
He swallows, fingers continuing to play with her hair. “You know, I’ve only ever loved two people in my life. You and Maddie.” He feels her tense barely, awake now but not moving. He continues, “Maddie taught me what is was to want to be better, to turn myself into my best version," he's barely above a whisper, being honest like so fresh and scary he's afraid to speak any louder. "And I will always love her for that but you?”
Ali sits up down, not bothering to clutch the sheet against her breasts like so many women instinctively do. Open, honest in everything, he thinks.
“You make me comfortable with me. You love me for who I am and who I will be, no matter what. You love all of me.”
He hesitates at the admission, hoping she understands that loving him the way she does makes him want to be better, but the acceptance allows him to still be who he is.
And that’s something he’s never had before. The feeling of being not a failure, but someone that deserves to be loved just as he is.
Now. At this moment.
She just softly smiles and kisses him, the understanding mixing into the corners of his mouth as she traces it with her tongue. Everything warm and right.
Part Two
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Author: ladysonsie
Artist: sarafim
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own the porn, but that's about it. Sadly if I was in charge there would a lot more use of dildos going around.
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah and Casey/Ali
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: Graphic M/M and M/F sex. Which means, yes, there is some het!sex going on here kids. Including pegging. There is also language and the smallest mention of Reid. Implied Luke/Reid, but barely.
Spoilers: None. This is set sometime in the near future where both couples are back together.
Summary: One night. One apartment. Two couples connect emotionally and physically.
Author's Notes: In Master Post
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[Noah]
“Hey, Mayer? Gonna fuck me anytime soon?” Luke asks, those I can get anything I want with these dimples deepening as his mouth settles into a smirk. He’s flat on his back, arms arched over his head as his fingers loosely wrap around the headboard playing with the curls in the ironwork. His whole body is open and exposed, skin naked stretched tight over all that firm muscle, dick curving up hard against his belly.
He’s the most beautiful thing Noah’s even seen. And all he can seem to do at the moment is stare and drink it all in, wanting it to stay like this forever.
“Can’t a guy just take a minute to appreciate his boyfriend’s naked body?” Noah shoots back, trying to keep up the banter even with the serious edge underneath. Boyfriend. He never thought he'd learn not to take a word for granted anymore. My boyfriend. All he has to do is shut his eyes and fade into all the blackness to take him back to that space, so dark and alone, never quite able to get fully ahead of those feelings. He’s had his eyes back for months now but these moments still scare him, push him to an edge of a quiet abyss where he is constantly reminded of what was once lost. So he tries to imprint them in his mind, still afraid one day that’s all he’ll have again.
That all he’ll have is the image of the warm body that is painting this moment in front of him right now and the silence that comes with that.
“You had your minute, now I want to see some action. That is, if you can handle all this?” Luke arches up some as if to punctuate his point by offering up his dick, his grin infectious. Noah’s on his knees in-between Luke’s spread legs, smooth thighs gently lay out in front of him. He takes his index finger and runs it slowly along the inside causing that mouth of Luke’s to exchange the quips for a low whimper, and Noah smirks at how easy it is to shut his boyfriend up. He keeps getting closer and closer, teasing Luke by swirling his finger along the sensitive skin just shy of the intended target. “Noah,” Luke finally whines, body starting to tremble.
“Hm?” Noah answers, not looking up from playing connect the dots on Luke’s groin, fingers aching to reach out and grab his leaking cock but trying to stay strong. “You want something you’re going to have to ask for it, Snyder.” Noah smiles down at the reaction he’s causing, literally keeping Luke on edge with the barest of touch.
Luke lets out an exasperated sigh and then the littlest “Oh!” squeaks out when Noah’s fingers ghost along the hard length just enough that Luke forgoes the pretend indignation and immediately dives into a quick litany of phrases. “Please, God. Noah, touch me. Need you to touch me now,” his body starting to writher against the black of midnight wrapped around the mattress.
Noah’s about to keep up the game, still wanting to draw the tease out as long as he can, but Luke’s cock is so close, so beautifully hard and begging for it, that Noah grabs it before the thoughts are finished processing in his mind. It’s hot, dripping as the tip leaks against the dark read head and Noah’s fingers wrap perfectly around the thick shaft, melding together as he gives it a quick stroke. Fast gone is his patience that was there a minute earlier with playing around. Luke lets out a throaty groan and Noah stokes him hard and fast again, wanting more of those sounds to fill their room.
“Shit, love the way you touch me,” Luke lets out in-between sharp notes of pleasure as Noah keeps fisting his wet cock, watching the heat disappear within his fingers as that distinctive sound plays against his skin. Noah’s own dick is hard, to the point of aching to get into that tightness and release the buildup of deep pressure that is screaming in the corners of his mind. He suddenly stops stroking Luke, the loss of contact giving way to an unhappy whine from the pout of bitten lips.
Noah quickly bends up his body to get access to the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube already out, his dick brushing against the curve of Luke’s hip and the friction against the sharp bone causing him to shudder down the arc of his spine. The snap cuts through the sweat laced air as he soaks his fingers in the sticky substance and settles back in-between Luke’s legs, back to teasing him as he slowly circles his hole drawing out the sensation.
“You want it, baby? Want me in you?” Noah asks, voice low and rough as he continues to keep Luke keyed up by not giving him what he desires.
Luke’s fingers are wrapped tight around the iron above him now, pulled white at the knuckles as he tries desperately to thrust down onto Noah. “Fuck, need you to… open me, Noah,” he groans out, patience lost at the edge of the words. “Open me up, baby. Please.”
Noah almost loses it at the sight of Luke spread, wet and begging to be stretched. He stops teasing his fingers and pushes in two at once, the burn causing Luke to let out a sharp gasp that Noah feels vibrate off his own cock. He scissors back and forth and brushes up against Luke’s prostate eliciting more delicious sounds. Beautiful jagged notes that ghost along Noah’s skin causing him to tremble, his senses still heightened from so long relying on just the reverberation of words.
He then withdraws his fingers and quickly adds more lube, this time slicking himself up instead. He positions the head of his dick at Luke’s entrance and lets out a shaky breath before working himself in.
Slowly. Slowly.
Not too fast, hang on. Must make this last.
“So tight, Luke,” Noah rasps as his body starts squeezing sweat into beads across his skin. “So good like this.”
They had been together numerous times since reuniting after Reid but there still was this ache in Noah’s stomach, a mixture of jealousy and regret poured over gratefulness, all competing with each other. Not quite knowing how to melt the past emotions into the present and future ones.
Noah drives deeper into Luke and hears his moan squeeze around his cock, and he is suddenly struck with this wave of feeling that is so right. Inside like this, so warm and safe, he wishes he could crawl into Luke and never leave. Protected from his mind pitting fears and insecurities against himself. Never letting doubt and worry and his father’s voice of being a failure, never being enough, dictate his actions again.
Never wanting to lose this again.
Luke reaches up and gently brushes his thumb down his cheek streaking the sweat as Noah hovers above, continuing to work their rhythm in sync. “Hey, where’d you go?” Luke asks as his breathing labors more heavily, a whisper of concern in his eyes.
The layers of hurt are still there, they probably always will be, but all Noah can seem to get out is, "I love you” and somehow it makes everything okay, everything worth it when Luke smiles back up at him, wrapping his legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
Luke grabs at Noah’s ass giving it a gentle squeeze before moving his hands back up to grip the headboard, fingers scraping against the metal as his body starts to moan in satisfaction. Noah can feel Luke’s insides pulling at the solid heat desperately trying to push his body over the edge. “C’mon, harder.” Noah thrusts in again, balls tight against Luke’s skin as he gets them connected deeper. “Fuck me,” Luke demands and his mouth gasps out into a perfect silent scream when Noah takes his cock between his fingers again and starts pulling, pulling. Everything suddenly is strung tight like a clothesline, muscles bathed in a salty glow, as Luke clamps down around Noah’s buried cock. He comes almost violently into Noah’s hand; shuddering so hard the bed shakes as streams of white shoot through onto his stomach.
Feeling Luke fall apart underneath him is all it takes and with a sharp “Oh God” on his lips Noah’s following, emptying himself into his boyfriend. Letting go and riding out the wave of his orgasm before collapsing down, come and sweat smearing between their flushed bodies.
Noah settles back into his senses and pulls out slowly, watching in concern as Luke winces at the separation.
Everything is a mess now.
Hot and sticky and stained on both of them, mixing together all over soaked skin.
A mess.
But still perfect.
For a second Noah thinks about leaving it all there, not wanting to change anything about this instant, wanting to freeze time where he’s safe and cocooned away from his broken mind. But Luke’s already reaching for the washcloth by the bed and wiping at his stomach before moving on to Noah’s, almost reverently cleaning him up. Noah’s body tingles at the gentle touch and his eyes watch the prefect mess they created disappear into the terry cloth.
Gone.
But they’re still here, together. And that’s all that matters.
Still a perfect mess between them.
Luke discards the washcloth and lets out yawn before snuggling back down against Noah and pulling his arms around his waist, bodies spooned together with the sheets wrapped at their feet. He takes Noah’s hand and brings the calloused palm to his lips, kissing the pulse point, his tongue lightly tracing the lifeline. Noah’s eyes shut at the feeling of wet warmth being pressed into his skin and lets out a soft purr.
“So, you going to really tell me now where you went in that mind of yours earlier?” Luke asks softly. “I do have ways to get it out of you, you know.” He presses his hips back against Noah rubbing his overworked dick and Noah can feel Luke’s satisfied smile.
He can also feel his body start to perk up again.
Noah ignores that for the time being and pauses purposefully, even after all this time still needing to work himself up to sharing. Words tend to become lost on his tongue and drown in his thoughts, never seeing the light of day.
Safer that way.
He can feel the steady rhythm of Luke’s heart beat through his skin, his body lulling his brain into this calmness with every slow patient note as Luke waits, not pushing him. Waiting until Noah’s ready.
Always waiting.
“I just love you so much,” Noah cautiously starts. “It- it scares me.” He takes a deep breath in before rushing everything else out, afraid it’ll get lost too far in him if he doesn’t. “It scares me that I’ll push you away again because sometimes I get frightened that I won’t be able to live up to that. To you. To us. To what’s real.”
Luke takes Noah’s arms and wraps them tighter around him, and Noah melts further into their jigsaw position. All tangled limbs and pressed skin protecting him from the screams in his head to stop this and run away, not wanting to hurt Luke. Not wanting Luke to hurt him.
Never wanting to hurt each other again.
“You have to learn not to push me away,” Luke gently says, his voice soft and soothing, “but push towards me. Yell, rant, cry whatever you need.” His heart speeds up and Noah knows that this is something that’s been there for a while. “Just do it with me instead of running away to do it on your own. Can you try that?”
Noah feels lighter at the exchange of words, releasing everything into the air makes it all seem okay. He feels the crack in those deep layers of jumbled emotions helping him to change his fear, the ache in his gut softening.
“Yes,” he whispers into Luke’s shoulder. “I can try that.” He mouths at a small section of skin, lightly pressing kisses into the dip of shoulder.
“And always know that I love you and that you’re enough, Noah. You’re more than enough.”
Noah’s chest tightens at that, a quick flash of his own existence boiled down to lesson still needing to be learned. Maybe one day he’ll get there.
He hopes.
Until then he can work on showing Luke just how much he loves him back. “I love you, too,” he says huskily, hands grabbing at Luke’s hips and pulling him up. “I love every part of you.” He hears Luke groan as he maneuvers them into a straddling position, Noah working his body to lay flat as he gets Luke on top of his chest, smooth thighs gripping his sides like Luke was squeezing against the lines of a mare.
Hard body meant to ride.
Noah pets at the small of Luke’s back bringing him close enough so he can reach his dick, already hard again but just out of reach of Noah’s tongue. Luke inches up some and braces against the iron headboard, the movement giving way to delightful friction that sparks heat all throughout Noah’s lengthened body. He gets close enough and Noah can smell the soap and musk and sweat that is coming sweetly off Luke’s skin. He lets his tongue bath the crown of Luke’s cock, tasting all the flavors as Luke begins to unstitch above him, panting and starting to thrust, fucking Noah’s mouth. He fills up as Luke thickens on his tongue, all hard skin and pulsing heat trying to push him to choke as he stretches his throat taking Luke in deeper.
Noah suddenly remembers something as it shoots through his brain and he pulls off quickly, coughing at the loss. Luke darts his eyes down at him and is opening his mouth to protest when Noah interrupts. “Shit. Casey! Casey’s here. I totally forgot I let him in to wait for Ali in her room.” Noah’s face reddens; flush from excitement darkening into the hue of embarrassment “God, I bet he’s heard us this whole time.”
Luke’s fingers tighten around the scrollwork, his cock leaking in front of Noah’s face as this look washes over him. “Noah.”
“Yeah,” Noah looks up.
“Fuck Casey. Suck me. Suck me now.”
Noah pauses for a moment then quickly swallows Luke back down at that, wet pressure causing Luke to let out an even louder moan.
[Casey]
Casey pushes at his earbuds trying to get them further into his ear canal to block out the sound of the moaning coming from the other bedroom. The volume was already at the loudest he could get away with without causing permanent damage and the sounds of ACDC only allowed him to drift so far into his subconscious until Luke brought him back.
Or Luke’s moans brought him back.
Fuck me.
He bangs the back of his head against the fabric-covered headboard letting out soft whooshes as they connect, hoping maybe he can beat the sounds out of his brain. He screws his eyes tight and tries to desperately focus on the pounding rhythm coming through his iPod, needing to wash away any residual imagery he’s experiencing at the moment.
Because Luke and Noah. Naked. And having …
No. No. No.
Casey jolts his eyes open when he feels soft fingers ruffle his hair and sees Ali standing above him, a slight grin on her lips, dark green scrubs hugging slim curves. God, she’s beautiful. He really doesn’t understand sometimes why she’s with a screw-up like him.
“Hey, were you waiting long?” she asks as he turns off the music and pulls the headphones out.
“Ali! Thank God you’re here. You don’t know what I’ve been going through,” he replies with a slight mock overreaction, pulling at her waist and burying his head against her stomach. “It’s so loud!”
She just giggles and pets at his hair, her whole body vibrating with the warm sound. “Aw, I think it’s sweet. They’ve been like that since they finally got over themselves and got back together.”
Casey lets out a low groan at more do not want imagery flashing quickly through his brain. “Yes, yes. Luke. Noah. Back together. Soul mates reunited. Fantastic. But do they have to be so damn loud about it?” He tries to get further into the polyester fabric covering her tummy hoping it will bleach out any more thoughts of people having sex.
People having sex that aren’t him.
She gently pushes at his shoulders making him whine at being forced to pull himself back up, closer to those sounds. “C’mon, Case. I need to go shower. I’m all dirty and grimy from being at the hospital for the last twelve hours.”
Casey looks up into her soft blue eyes and decides to change that plan right away. “But I like you all dirty and grimy,” he says roughly. “I think it’s sexy seeing my girl like this.” He pulls at her waist and turns her quickly so she lands on the bed, a belly laugh escaping from beneath her work clothes. “It makes me want to do naughty things.” He climbs over her and gets on top, loving the way she looks laid out, hair mussed and the barest hint of skin peaking out from above her drawstring.
“You like me dirty, huh?” she counters slyly her hands gripping at his hips. “Are you gonna be sure about that when you get closer and take a whiff of all this?” She stretches her arms above her head as if inviting him to do what he pleases with the willowy body framing the light green comforter.
He could work with that. Most definitely
“You mean, would I still want you after I do this?” He starts tickling her, rubbing his face everywhere against the exposed skin causing her to shriek in hysterics. “After I smell every inch of you?” He continues his playful little game as his girlfriend is worming her way out of his grasp, white smile lightning up the whole room.
“Casey!” she chuckles. “Stop it!” Her laugh bouncing off the walls and warming Casey’s skin as she teasingly smacks him. He could listen to her laugh all day. Bottle it and carry it with him just to play those sounds over and over. Weighty noises that make his heart swell.
He’s never felt what love sounds like before.
“Okay, okay,” he continues after ending with the tickle monster routine. “I can stop acting like a five-year old, I promise.” He crosses his heart and holds up his hand.
She raises her eyebrow up at him. “I highly doubt that.”
“Oh trust me, I can. Especially when I have more… adult actives in mind.” Her eyes twinkle at the suggestion of changing their game. Casey swallows thickly, still getting that darting spark watching her like this, so gorgeous, so flawless.
His.
Finally, after all they’ve been through. She’s his.
And it’s perfect. As perfect as a beautiful mess can be.
He tugs at the top scrub, inching it up her chest until she lifts her head and he can remove it completely revealing the black lace bra underneath. He then slowly unties the drawstring on her pants, unraveling the course rope until it falls out of his fingers and he’s able to dip them below working the material off her hips. She gasps at the touch against the sensitive skin, body rolling in a slight tremble. Ali then lifts up and he finishes pulling, discarding the barriers across the room. Leaving her completely bare on the bed except for matching lace capturing the best parts of her still behind a hint of sheer dark fabric.
“Casey-“ she softly whispers as his hands start traveling lightly over all her dips and curves. “Ooh.” He reaches down and presses his lips to hers, tasting the hint of vanilla gloss as she kisses him back, all warm tongue and sweet flavors fooling around together. He moans into the kiss, filling her mouth with the sound as he takes his hands and tenderly runs them across her breasts, playing with them through the lacy bra, before pulling the material down, cupping it underneath her tits.
He grins when they break apart, cool air working back into both their bodies. “See, I told you I could act like an adult.” He then lowers his head and swirls his tongue around each of her nipples, bathing them in wetness, leaving them hard and erect. A whimper escaping as he tugs one into his mouth, lightly scraping teeth firm enough that Ali starts writhing. Wispy sounds falling from her lips as her hands thread through his hair and yank gently, only adding to his already aching cock.
He loves playing with her like this; making those sounds leave her tight little body as he controls the way they are strung together to form a perfect melody. Casey wants to speed up those notes now, wants to hear her body explode into a faster song causing her to come, causing her to fall apart.
Wants to cause her eyes to blow wide as he pushes her over the edge.
He quickly sits up and loses his own shirt and tosses it somewhere in the corner of the room before standing to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his jeans. His cock brushing against his belly before he kneels back down, grabbing the base to slick up, feeling already so close that touch alone glints shudders across his body. Ali goes to scoot down when he softly pushes against her hip stopping her. “No, want you to ride me,” he says, eyes darkening. “Want to watch you bounce.”
Her face falls into this sexy map of lines as she quirks her lips up and moves with him, changing positions on the bed until his back his flat against the matted twill wrapped around the headboard and she’s straddling him, tiny body so light she almost feels like a rag doll. She grabs hold to his shoulders and lifts up enough that he gets into position helping her work herself back down onto his cock, ragged moans splitting from her insides as she seats herself completely and he’s suddenly deep in this wet tightness, warm and clutching around him.
Ali then bends forward and bites along his neck, hot breath against his skin as she licks along his pulse point before gritting, “Fuck me, Case,” deep into his ear.
Shit.
He thrusts up hard and she lets out this mixture of a giggle and a gasp and quickly tries to find purchase by digging her nails into his skin, the hard bite of pain causing a sharp shiver down his spine. Ali throws her head back, hair sweeping to her sides and arches her body into a curve as Casey continues to fuck up into her, forcing these shallow groans from inside. She’s chewing her bottom lip to keep the noise low, biting and staining it a deep shade of pink and Casey wishes he could take a picture of her like this. Open, flush, taking all of him in.
So fucking beautiful.
He lets her work him, bouncing on his dick, her tits jiggling with each movement. Seeing her like this, tight and hot and digging into him, he knows he’s not going to last much longer. He reaches up and squeezes at her breast, firmly taking the roundness and holding on as they both are letting go.
Falling apart together.
And then she lets her head fall back again and opens those pouty lips into the shape of an O as she silently moans and she squeezes around his cock. And that’s all it takes and Casey is coming, hard and fast and with his own sounds bleeding from the back of his throat as he pours every last drop into the condom, buried deep within Ali, everything turning to a white flash behind his eyes as he rides out his orgasm with her doing the same.
She’s panting and bending foreword kissing his cheek, murmuring into his ear. “Oh God, Casey. Christ.” Her whole body is still trembling and Casey lets himself feel a source of satisfaction from causing her to be so broken.
He smiles inside at himself.
She moves off him and he ties the condom off, throwing it in the wastebasket near the nightstand. “Five minutes and then I really do have to go take that shower.”
Casey just yawns and hums his approval, petting at her hair as she snuggles into the crook of his arm. He keeps the motion up, soothing out the baby fine hair at her crease line, getting the courage to tell her something he’s been meaning to since they got back together.
“Ali?”
He can tell she’s already half-asleep, lidded eyes heavy with post-coital weight. “Hmm?” she mutters into his arm.
He swallows, fingers continuing to play with her hair. “You know, I’ve only ever loved two people in my life. You and Maddie.” He feels her tense barely, awake now but not moving. He continues, “Maddie taught me what is was to want to be better, to turn myself into my best version," he's barely above a whisper, being honest like so fresh and scary he's afraid to speak any louder. "And I will always love her for that but you?”
Ali sits up down, not bothering to clutch the sheet against her breasts like so many women instinctively do. Open, honest in everything, he thinks.
“You make me comfortable with me. You love me for who I am and who I will be, no matter what. You love all of me.”
He hesitates at the admission, hoping she understands that loving him the way she does makes him want to be better, but the acceptance allows him to still be who he is.
And that’s something he’s never had before. The feeling of being not a failure, but someone that deserves to be loved just as he is.
Now. At this moment.
She just softly smiles and kisses him, the understanding mixing into the corners of his mouth as she traces it with her tongue. Everything warm and right.
Part Two
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