fic: the people we used to be (part two)
Title: the people we used to be
Author: ladysonsie
Artist: sweetiejelly
Rating: Soft NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters? Not mine. Just borrowing to play in the sandbox with. I like to get 'em dirty, okay?
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah
Word Count: 12.2k
Warnings: Strong language. Mini!angst. Sexual content.
Spoilers: None. Show's over, kids!
Summary: Two AU style vignettes threaded together by a phone call in canon. A payphone brings together a homeless vet with a trust fund baby looking for something more. And a rentboy is just what a high powered director needs to fill the void within.
Author's Notes: In Master Post
---
Noah never thought his worth would be measured in box office receipts and how many accolades academy members wanted to dole out. His entire existence boiled down to profit margins and whether he was going to secure the new up-and-comer for whatever movie the studio had him working on. Somewhere along the line he lost what it was that made him love movies. Love to help bring words and sounds and art together in such a way that it actually came alive.
Where chaos would reign and nothing would be the same.
But now Noah is just tired. So fucking tired, exhausted, drained. Every inch of creativity sucked out slowly through his pores and left long ago in the back of some dark and dank warehouse filled to the brim with too many extras working on yet another remake from years past. Noah sucks in a deep breath as he rolls over, eyes settling on the empty space in his bed next to him. Always empty. He’s been trying to sleep but like usual it’s being evasive.
Everything in his life these days seems to be laden in ambiguity. He feels like each day is the same monotonous stretch of time. Nothing exists outside of sleepless nights and days that extend for miles that have him coiled so tightly he feels like he can’t breathe.
He runs his hands along the cool white sheets letting his fingers swirl in a pattern where the mattress is bare.
Empty.
Everything is just empty.
He’s tired, so tired. He rubs his hand into his eyes and turns to watch the clock slowly tick by.
At least it’s something to do until morning.
And then it starts all over again.
---
It’s raining in Los Angeles. Long, slow drops plopping down on the windshield as Noah drives though the canyon. The kind of rain that feels like it will last forever doing just this. Blanketing this town in a steady beat against her, needing to protect everyone from the truth that happens when it’s noting but calm winds and dark silence to showcase everyone’s sins in the open.
There is a barrier when it rains here, people aren’t used to it. The energy changes as everyone moves through the streets watching the black tar get a fresh shining. You feel almost safe to do the ungodly things you shouldn’t be doing because by morning it all will be clean and back to normal.
As civilized as it can be in this city of broken angels.
Noah taps his fingers on the wheel as he makes his way down the winding roads, a tiredness shaking his joints. There is a deep ache that stays with him that he hasn’t learned how to ease quite yet.
An emptiness that hollows him from the inside out.
His headlights finally guide him to the bottom of the hill and he turns the car onto the main street. Streetlamps glowing and lighting his way.
He told him eleven o’clock.
Noah hopes he’s there.
He hates waiting.
---
His blond hair is matted from the rain but it still shines under the light as Noah pulls up. There he is, just like they had talked about, waiting by the payphone at the end of the street. Hand on hip, dark jeans bled even darker by the water being soaked into the thread. Noah always liked picking them up by the payphone, made it seem less likely someone walking by would think twice about seeing him open his door for some guy just hanging out. More likely, at least Noah told himself this, that they would think they were waiting for a ride by the phone.
The entire scenario is a bit absurd but it makes Noah feel a little calmer about engaging in this whole situation so he keeps telling himself that.
He rolls down his window as the rain jumps at the chance to pour inside.
“Get in. Quick!” Noah demands as he unlocks the door.
The guy comes around the side and slides in to the passengers seat, slamming the door shut. He shakes a little and sends water drops flying onto Noah’s black leather interior trying to dry off as much as he can. Noah gets a good look at him now that he is inside the car and is struck with how gorgeous he is. His wet hair is starting to dry and is sticking up every so slightly around his temples, framing his face in such a way that Noah can’t help but stare. These piercing eyes with long lashes that flutter as he reaches his hand out in a somewhat uncharacteristically proper manner.
“Hi, name’s Luke.” He smiles and Noah can’t help but fixate on those dimples that form as the words leave his lips. Lips that Noah also can’t wait to get around his cock.
This already is different than every other time he’s picked up someone off the street. It’s more polite first date, less backseat fucking.
Noah’s not sure how he feels about that yet.
“I don’t … " Noah clears his throat. “I don’t do names. And I really don’t do talking, okay?”
Better to get this back in his control.
Luke shrugs his shoulders and puts his hands up in slight defense before clicking his seatbelt into place. He then gestures to the road and Noah pulls back on to the street. The night sky is bruised with deep blues and purple as the rain continues to pelt against everything below letting out one riff after another as if she's playing a record just for them.
Noah glances over and catches another glimpse of Luke as they speed past all the night lights flooding into the car.
He has a feeling this one is going to be a handful.
---
Noah slides his room key into the door and waits for the green light to flash. They both stroll in and Noah has this constant buzz in his head that is entirely too loud. He briefly wonders if it’s nerves but quickly dismisses such an idea.
It’s not like this is his first time doing this. What the fuck would he be nervous about?
He blames it on his lack of sleep and moves to the bed and starts to take off his coat. Luke seems to take that as a hint and starts to do the same.
“No, no, wait.” Noah stops him before he can get his other arm out of his jacket. “I like - I like to watch.” He bites his bottom lip and starts to get that warm rush throughout his body that causes everything to feel so full.
It’s the only thing he has in his life right now that can take away that emptiness, at least for the night.
Luke grins slyly and Noah wonders if he should tell him to talk. Normally he relishes the silence but he finds himself drawn to this man and what he would say. But before he can think too much about it Luke steps into the center of the room and slowly starts to strip.
Noah climbs onto the king-sized bed and settles his back against the mound of crisp white pillows and watches as Luke slowly unbuckles his belt and shimmers that delicious ass out of those wet jeans. He peels off his shirt and throws everything onto the chaise in the corner of the suite. Standing there now in nothing but slick skin with a heavy cock nestled between his legs, the jagged scar on his belly catching Noah’s eye.
Perfect.
He’s perfect.
---
“C’mere,” Noah says and Luke follows. He’s clearly good at taking direction. Noah licks his lips as his dick starts to wake up finally having another body so close. Luke’s eyes darken as he helps Noah out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor. He makes quick work of his fingers and gets Noah’s own jeans unbuttoned, helping to slide them off as Noah arches up off the bed.
He’s about to give Luke another command when he feels the warm heat against his belly, the soft slide of tongue as Luke works his way down his abdomen, nipping at Noah’s skin. He reaches up to tweak Noah’s nipples, letting each one pebble underneath the pads of his fingers causing Noah to shiver all the way down his spine.
“I wanna suck you off,” Luke whispers in a breathy tone in-between cat licks near Noah’s hipbone. He pauses to look up at Noah. “Still want me to not talk?” he asks with a smirk so deep across his mouth it makes Noah’s dick start to pulse in excitement.
“You’re a little fucker, aren’t you?” Noah barely is able to get the words out as his whole body is on fire. Luke doesn’t say anything, just starts to flick his tongue against the roof of his mouth then drawing it out to tease Noah.
God damn handful.
“Jesus,” Noah hisses arching up into Luke’s mouth when he finally wraps his lips around the head of his cock.
Noah slams his head back against the pillow and digs to grab onto the ends of the sheets as Luke keeps working him. Rough hands are keeping Noah’s hips down, fingernails scraping deep scarlet marks into his skin. Noah spreads his legs and keeps bucking towards Luke trying to get deeper into that wet heat that is surrounding his dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah starts gasping, the words coming out in a rough chant. He reaches down and curls his fingers into Luke’s hair letting the soft strands serve as a thread to push his mouth further down onto Noah’s cock. He can feel it scrape the back of Luke’s throat, choking him ever so slightly. He starts to work his hips a little faster, causing Luke to suck a little harder.
Helping guide Luke’s head as he has him swallowed down almost the entire length and watching his head bob is causing a swell of heat to rise through Noah’s veins. It’s so incredibly hot to see him bounce that mouth hard and fast over Noah’s cock, so wet now you can hear the slick sounds causing a beat to play into the room.
Just then Luke pops off and Noah lets out a sharp sound at the sudden loss. He sucks a breath in about to protest when Luke takes two fingers and brings them to Noah’s lips seeking permission. Noah obeys, parts his lips and lets Luke inside. He sucks around eagerly, getting them nice and moist, knowing where this is about to go.
Noah’s breathing hitches and he spreads his thighs wider to give Luke better access as he teases the damp fingers around his hole before sinking them inside. Heat flares up in Noah’s body as he feels himself being slowly prepped, gently and methodically.
He normally never lets anyone fuck him but there is nothing else in the world he wants at this moment then Luke’s cock buried deep inside. He can feel his body slowly letting go and giving in to this evening. Letting someone else have the control is helping to relax Noah, give his senses a break from being pulled by everything in his life.
Just them right now. Just them together and filling each other in ways that Noah can’t explain.
Luke pulls his fingers out and jumps up to grab a condom from his jeans pocket. He settles back in-between Noah’s legs and rolls the latex over his dick giving himself a few strong jerks to prepare.
“I want you to fuck me,” Noah says, voice raw and cracked. “Please.”
“That’s the plan.” Luke’s lids lower and he lets out a low moan as he pushes forward. Slowly, inch-by-inch he sinks in, drowning Noah in the fullness of someone else inside him.
Normally it’s a quick fuck and he’s back home, back to that empty bed and vacant existence. He’s never had someone care enough to take their time, relish the moment of that initial burn that tears through them both as they connect. The same tension twisting around each other that slicks their skin damp and pushes everything to the surface.
Luke rocks in slow and deliberate. He’s letting these sounds out, soft groans weaved into his heavy breathing that Noah feels like he could listen to all night. They become more mangled as his thrusts quicken, his body flushed pink from all the sweat.
“Mm, you’re so tight,” he grits out. “I can feel you everywhere. God, so good.” His voice is hoarse, raw.
“You like that?” Noah asks, his own voice gone raspy.
“Yeah, baby, I do.” Luke grunts. “More than you realize.”
Noah can’t deny this fierce pull that is happening. Everything moving in soft, rhythmic thrusts. His head is spinning as Luke bends them in half, his body aching. Wanting this to never end. Their lips meet and Noah’s eyes widen not knowing if this is too far.
And yet not far enough.
Luke keeps pumping his cock inside of Noah, their breathing ratcheting up as their lips get closer. “Fuck me,” Noah lets out in a soft, wet whisper before Luke pushes their lips together, tongues darting to lick inside. Every inch of them wanting to be inside the other. The warmth of Luke’s tongue moving against his own makes Noah’s nerves ignite.
Makes him feel alive.
Everything is moving so fast now, so wet. Noah’s cock flat against his belly leaking, flesh hot. They pull apart as Luke lets a loud moan tear from his throat as he pushes in again, burying as far as he can go.
Each of them are tearing at the seams now, but they are doing it together.
“Oh god,” Noah takes a ragged breath as Luke wraps his hand around Noah’s cock and starts to pull. “Oh god oh god.” He starts fisting it fast and hard, the slickness slapping against his skin, the sound the only thing he can hear on top of the blooding pounding in his ears.
Luke thrusts in one more time and sucks in a noisy breath as he comes undone, coming in unison as Noah’s own hips stutter as he pushes up, his body bursting with every ounce of fire that has been flashing under the surface this entire time. He shoots hot and thick, tremors pulsating as he starts to come down, eyes locked with Luke as he rides out his own wave visibly racking his strong frame.
They continue to watch each other in silence as they suck the air back into their lungs. Shattered and broken bodies finally collapsing in a heap mixing in sweat with the crumpled sheets that surround them.
“Was that okay?” Luke playfully asks as Noah is still settling his heart in his chest. Luke leans back and gently pushes the hair off Noah’s head, kisses his temple. The act so simple and yet so intimate.
Noah knows he’s paying for this but for right now he wants to just let go and give in to the light, weightless feeling. The ache is gone and he’s sleepy, can feel his eyes starting to droop.
“That was everything I needed,” Noah softly says. “And it’s Noah,” he shares as he drifts off.
“Good to know.”
He swears he hears Luke mumble sleep, baby as he finally falls into a deep slumber for the first time in a long time.
He feels satisfied and full.
He feels free.
---
When Noah finally wakes the next morning he stretches out, hoping that Luke would still be snuggled down beside him. He’s not, which is not really all that surprising, but Noah still has a twinge of disappointment in his chest.
He sits up in bed and notices the note on the nightstand.
You’re more than enough, Noah.
Let me keep showing you.
Luke
And there was his number scrawled on the back.
Noah pulls out his cell phone and starts to tap the numbers into the screen.
“Hi, Luke? It's Noah.”
---
Luke is back in his hotel room packing his bags. He’s been here almost five days now and he can’t get a hold of Noah.
Or Noah doesn’t want to be found.
Either way Luke’s not sure it’s really fair of him to bring this all out here when Noah has obviously moved on and built a life for himself. Maybe it’s time to just go back home.
Just then his phone rings and Luke sees the name and number popup on his screen. His chest tightens and his throat dries as he answers it.
“Noah?”
“Luke! Luke! Oh thank god, you’re still here. I was in the desert shooting all week and we had zero cell reception and I just got back and had all these missed calls and your voicemail and oh my gosh Luke are you really here? In Los Angeles?” Noah is rambling a million miles a minute.
It’s sorta adorable.
He's missed that.
“Whoa, whoa. I’m here, yes. In Los Angeles. I was just packing to go home, actually,” Luke pauses and his voice gets quiet. “When you didn’t answer I thought that was your way of telling me … well, of telling me - “
Noah interrupts. “No, no. God,no. I mean, I always wanted to give you space and not pressure you but my god, Luke. Do you know how much I want you in my life?”
Luke smiles. “I want that, too. I know we have a lot of things to talk about and figure out but I just want us to start, okay?”
“Can I come pick you, up? Let’s go get some dinner and we can start there.” Noah’s voice is smooth and patient, practical as always. It makes Luke’s heart clench.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Luke gets off the phone and looks around the room. The ache in his bones is gone and it’s replaced by that flood of warmth he’s missed for so long.
That feeling of home.
The people they might have been are different now.
But they will always be them when they are together.
And that feels a lot like a promise.
yeah i know it's hard to remember,
the people we used to be
it's even harder to picture that
you're not here next to me
---
part one || part two || master post || art post
Author: ladysonsie
Artist: sweetiejelly
Rating: Soft NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters? Not mine. Just borrowing to play in the sandbox with. I like to get 'em dirty, okay?
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Noah
Word Count: 12.2k
Warnings: Strong language. Mini!angst. Sexual content.
Spoilers: None. Show's over, kids!
Summary: Two AU style vignettes threaded together by a phone call in canon. A payphone brings together a homeless vet with a trust fund baby looking for something more. And a rentboy is just what a high powered director needs to fill the void within.
Author's Notes: In Master Post
---
Noah never thought his worth would be measured in box office receipts and how many accolades academy members wanted to dole out. His entire existence boiled down to profit margins and whether he was going to secure the new up-and-comer for whatever movie the studio had him working on. Somewhere along the line he lost what it was that made him love movies. Love to help bring words and sounds and art together in such a way that it actually came alive.
Where chaos would reign and nothing would be the same.
But now Noah is just tired. So fucking tired, exhausted, drained. Every inch of creativity sucked out slowly through his pores and left long ago in the back of some dark and dank warehouse filled to the brim with too many extras working on yet another remake from years past. Noah sucks in a deep breath as he rolls over, eyes settling on the empty space in his bed next to him. Always empty. He’s been trying to sleep but like usual it’s being evasive.
Everything in his life these days seems to be laden in ambiguity. He feels like each day is the same monotonous stretch of time. Nothing exists outside of sleepless nights and days that extend for miles that have him coiled so tightly he feels like he can’t breathe.
He runs his hands along the cool white sheets letting his fingers swirl in a pattern where the mattress is bare.
Empty.
Everything is just empty.
He’s tired, so tired. He rubs his hand into his eyes and turns to watch the clock slowly tick by.
At least it’s something to do until morning.
And then it starts all over again.
---
It’s raining in Los Angeles. Long, slow drops plopping down on the windshield as Noah drives though the canyon. The kind of rain that feels like it will last forever doing just this. Blanketing this town in a steady beat against her, needing to protect everyone from the truth that happens when it’s noting but calm winds and dark silence to showcase everyone’s sins in the open.
There is a barrier when it rains here, people aren’t used to it. The energy changes as everyone moves through the streets watching the black tar get a fresh shining. You feel almost safe to do the ungodly things you shouldn’t be doing because by morning it all will be clean and back to normal.
As civilized as it can be in this city of broken angels.
Noah taps his fingers on the wheel as he makes his way down the winding roads, a tiredness shaking his joints. There is a deep ache that stays with him that he hasn’t learned how to ease quite yet.
An emptiness that hollows him from the inside out.
His headlights finally guide him to the bottom of the hill and he turns the car onto the main street. Streetlamps glowing and lighting his way.
He told him eleven o’clock.
Noah hopes he’s there.
He hates waiting.
---
His blond hair is matted from the rain but it still shines under the light as Noah pulls up. There he is, just like they had talked about, waiting by the payphone at the end of the street. Hand on hip, dark jeans bled even darker by the water being soaked into the thread. Noah always liked picking them up by the payphone, made it seem less likely someone walking by would think twice about seeing him open his door for some guy just hanging out. More likely, at least Noah told himself this, that they would think they were waiting for a ride by the phone.
The entire scenario is a bit absurd but it makes Noah feel a little calmer about engaging in this whole situation so he keeps telling himself that.
He rolls down his window as the rain jumps at the chance to pour inside.
“Get in. Quick!” Noah demands as he unlocks the door.
The guy comes around the side and slides in to the passengers seat, slamming the door shut. He shakes a little and sends water drops flying onto Noah’s black leather interior trying to dry off as much as he can. Noah gets a good look at him now that he is inside the car and is struck with how gorgeous he is. His wet hair is starting to dry and is sticking up every so slightly around his temples, framing his face in such a way that Noah can’t help but stare. These piercing eyes with long lashes that flutter as he reaches his hand out in a somewhat uncharacteristically proper manner.
“Hi, name’s Luke.” He smiles and Noah can’t help but fixate on those dimples that form as the words leave his lips. Lips that Noah also can’t wait to get around his cock.
This already is different than every other time he’s picked up someone off the street. It’s more polite first date, less backseat fucking.
Noah’s not sure how he feels about that yet.
“I don’t … " Noah clears his throat. “I don’t do names. And I really don’t do talking, okay?”
Better to get this back in his control.
Luke shrugs his shoulders and puts his hands up in slight defense before clicking his seatbelt into place. He then gestures to the road and Noah pulls back on to the street. The night sky is bruised with deep blues and purple as the rain continues to pelt against everything below letting out one riff after another as if she's playing a record just for them.
Noah glances over and catches another glimpse of Luke as they speed past all the night lights flooding into the car.
He has a feeling this one is going to be a handful.
---
Noah slides his room key into the door and waits for the green light to flash. They both stroll in and Noah has this constant buzz in his head that is entirely too loud. He briefly wonders if it’s nerves but quickly dismisses such an idea.
It’s not like this is his first time doing this. What the fuck would he be nervous about?
He blames it on his lack of sleep and moves to the bed and starts to take off his coat. Luke seems to take that as a hint and starts to do the same.
“No, no, wait.” Noah stops him before he can get his other arm out of his jacket. “I like - I like to watch.” He bites his bottom lip and starts to get that warm rush throughout his body that causes everything to feel so full.
It’s the only thing he has in his life right now that can take away that emptiness, at least for the night.
Luke grins slyly and Noah wonders if he should tell him to talk. Normally he relishes the silence but he finds himself drawn to this man and what he would say. But before he can think too much about it Luke steps into the center of the room and slowly starts to strip.
Noah climbs onto the king-sized bed and settles his back against the mound of crisp white pillows and watches as Luke slowly unbuckles his belt and shimmers that delicious ass out of those wet jeans. He peels off his shirt and throws everything onto the chaise in the corner of the suite. Standing there now in nothing but slick skin with a heavy cock nestled between his legs, the jagged scar on his belly catching Noah’s eye.
Perfect.
He’s perfect.
---
“C’mere,” Noah says and Luke follows. He’s clearly good at taking direction. Noah licks his lips as his dick starts to wake up finally having another body so close. Luke’s eyes darken as he helps Noah out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor. He makes quick work of his fingers and gets Noah’s own jeans unbuttoned, helping to slide them off as Noah arches up off the bed.
He’s about to give Luke another command when he feels the warm heat against his belly, the soft slide of tongue as Luke works his way down his abdomen, nipping at Noah’s skin. He reaches up to tweak Noah’s nipples, letting each one pebble underneath the pads of his fingers causing Noah to shiver all the way down his spine.
“I wanna suck you off,” Luke whispers in a breathy tone in-between cat licks near Noah’s hipbone. He pauses to look up at Noah. “Still want me to not talk?” he asks with a smirk so deep across his mouth it makes Noah’s dick start to pulse in excitement.
“You’re a little fucker, aren’t you?” Noah barely is able to get the words out as his whole body is on fire. Luke doesn’t say anything, just starts to flick his tongue against the roof of his mouth then drawing it out to tease Noah.
God damn handful.
“Jesus,” Noah hisses arching up into Luke’s mouth when he finally wraps his lips around the head of his cock.
Noah slams his head back against the pillow and digs to grab onto the ends of the sheets as Luke keeps working him. Rough hands are keeping Noah’s hips down, fingernails scraping deep scarlet marks into his skin. Noah spreads his legs and keeps bucking towards Luke trying to get deeper into that wet heat that is surrounding his dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah starts gasping, the words coming out in a rough chant. He reaches down and curls his fingers into Luke’s hair letting the soft strands serve as a thread to push his mouth further down onto Noah’s cock. He can feel it scrape the back of Luke’s throat, choking him ever so slightly. He starts to work his hips a little faster, causing Luke to suck a little harder.
Helping guide Luke’s head as he has him swallowed down almost the entire length and watching his head bob is causing a swell of heat to rise through Noah’s veins. It’s so incredibly hot to see him bounce that mouth hard and fast over Noah’s cock, so wet now you can hear the slick sounds causing a beat to play into the room.
Just then Luke pops off and Noah lets out a sharp sound at the sudden loss. He sucks a breath in about to protest when Luke takes two fingers and brings them to Noah’s lips seeking permission. Noah obeys, parts his lips and lets Luke inside. He sucks around eagerly, getting them nice and moist, knowing where this is about to go.
Noah’s breathing hitches and he spreads his thighs wider to give Luke better access as he teases the damp fingers around his hole before sinking them inside. Heat flares up in Noah’s body as he feels himself being slowly prepped, gently and methodically.
He normally never lets anyone fuck him but there is nothing else in the world he wants at this moment then Luke’s cock buried deep inside. He can feel his body slowly letting go and giving in to this evening. Letting someone else have the control is helping to relax Noah, give his senses a break from being pulled by everything in his life.
Just them right now. Just them together and filling each other in ways that Noah can’t explain.
Luke pulls his fingers out and jumps up to grab a condom from his jeans pocket. He settles back in-between Noah’s legs and rolls the latex over his dick giving himself a few strong jerks to prepare.
“I want you to fuck me,” Noah says, voice raw and cracked. “Please.”
“That’s the plan.” Luke’s lids lower and he lets out a low moan as he pushes forward. Slowly, inch-by-inch he sinks in, drowning Noah in the fullness of someone else inside him.
Normally it’s a quick fuck and he’s back home, back to that empty bed and vacant existence. He’s never had someone care enough to take their time, relish the moment of that initial burn that tears through them both as they connect. The same tension twisting around each other that slicks their skin damp and pushes everything to the surface.
Luke rocks in slow and deliberate. He’s letting these sounds out, soft groans weaved into his heavy breathing that Noah feels like he could listen to all night. They become more mangled as his thrusts quicken, his body flushed pink from all the sweat.
“Mm, you’re so tight,” he grits out. “I can feel you everywhere. God, so good.” His voice is hoarse, raw.
“You like that?” Noah asks, his own voice gone raspy.
“Yeah, baby, I do.” Luke grunts. “More than you realize.”
Noah can’t deny this fierce pull that is happening. Everything moving in soft, rhythmic thrusts. His head is spinning as Luke bends them in half, his body aching. Wanting this to never end. Their lips meet and Noah’s eyes widen not knowing if this is too far.
And yet not far enough.
Luke keeps pumping his cock inside of Noah, their breathing ratcheting up as their lips get closer. “Fuck me,” Noah lets out in a soft, wet whisper before Luke pushes their lips together, tongues darting to lick inside. Every inch of them wanting to be inside the other. The warmth of Luke’s tongue moving against his own makes Noah’s nerves ignite.
Makes him feel alive.
Everything is moving so fast now, so wet. Noah’s cock flat against his belly leaking, flesh hot. They pull apart as Luke lets a loud moan tear from his throat as he pushes in again, burying as far as he can go.
Each of them are tearing at the seams now, but they are doing it together.
“Oh god,” Noah takes a ragged breath as Luke wraps his hand around Noah’s cock and starts to pull. “Oh god oh god.” He starts fisting it fast and hard, the slickness slapping against his skin, the sound the only thing he can hear on top of the blooding pounding in his ears.
Luke thrusts in one more time and sucks in a noisy breath as he comes undone, coming in unison as Noah’s own hips stutter as he pushes up, his body bursting with every ounce of fire that has been flashing under the surface this entire time. He shoots hot and thick, tremors pulsating as he starts to come down, eyes locked with Luke as he rides out his own wave visibly racking his strong frame.
They continue to watch each other in silence as they suck the air back into their lungs. Shattered and broken bodies finally collapsing in a heap mixing in sweat with the crumpled sheets that surround them.
“Was that okay?” Luke playfully asks as Noah is still settling his heart in his chest. Luke leans back and gently pushes the hair off Noah’s head, kisses his temple. The act so simple and yet so intimate.
Noah knows he’s paying for this but for right now he wants to just let go and give in to the light, weightless feeling. The ache is gone and he’s sleepy, can feel his eyes starting to droop.
“That was everything I needed,” Noah softly says. “And it’s Noah,” he shares as he drifts off.
“Good to know.”
He swears he hears Luke mumble sleep, baby as he finally falls into a deep slumber for the first time in a long time.
He feels satisfied and full.
He feels free.
---
When Noah finally wakes the next morning he stretches out, hoping that Luke would still be snuggled down beside him. He’s not, which is not really all that surprising, but Noah still has a twinge of disappointment in his chest.
He sits up in bed and notices the note on the nightstand.
You’re more than enough, Noah.
Let me keep showing you.
Luke
And there was his number scrawled on the back.
Noah pulls out his cell phone and starts to tap the numbers into the screen.
“Hi, Luke? It's Noah.”
---
Luke is back in his hotel room packing his bags. He’s been here almost five days now and he can’t get a hold of Noah.
Or Noah doesn’t want to be found.
Either way Luke’s not sure it’s really fair of him to bring this all out here when Noah has obviously moved on and built a life for himself. Maybe it’s time to just go back home.
Just then his phone rings and Luke sees the name and number popup on his screen. His chest tightens and his throat dries as he answers it.
“Noah?”
“Luke! Luke! Oh thank god, you’re still here. I was in the desert shooting all week and we had zero cell reception and I just got back and had all these missed calls and your voicemail and oh my gosh Luke are you really here? In Los Angeles?” Noah is rambling a million miles a minute.
It’s sorta adorable.
He's missed that.
“Whoa, whoa. I’m here, yes. In Los Angeles. I was just packing to go home, actually,” Luke pauses and his voice gets quiet. “When you didn’t answer I thought that was your way of telling me … well, of telling me - “
Noah interrupts. “No, no. God,no. I mean, I always wanted to give you space and not pressure you but my god, Luke. Do you know how much I want you in my life?”
Luke smiles. “I want that, too. I know we have a lot of things to talk about and figure out but I just want us to start, okay?”
“Can I come pick you, up? Let’s go get some dinner and we can start there.” Noah’s voice is smooth and patient, practical as always. It makes Luke’s heart clench.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Luke gets off the phone and looks around the room. The ache in his bones is gone and it’s replaced by that flood of warmth he’s missed for so long.
That feeling of home.
The people they might have been are different now.
But they will always be them when they are together.
And that feels a lot like a promise.
yeah i know it's hard to remember,
the people we used to be
it's even harder to picture that
you're not here next to me
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