Fun Fic Friday!
~Fun Fic Friday~
TGIF! Happy New Year! What better way to start off the year than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke, Reid, or Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? (Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it.) Here's your chance to contribute a short fic ( Read more... )
Reid's POV
As the meeting gradually broke up, Reid sat in his chair nursing his third cup of coffee and shoveled the last of his bear claw into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he reran the latest argument with Luke in his head. He hadn’t been able to help himself. There was just something about Richie Rich that got under his skin - although, if he was being honest with himself, he knew that there was a very good reason for that. It was as if, by being as rude and objectionable as possible, he was somehow trying to erase the memory of all those times when he thought of Luke and -
“Dr. Oliver - is there anything else you needed to talk to me about?”
The sound of Bob Hughes’ voice brought Reid out of his daydream and, suddenly shaking himself, he pushed his chair back from the table.
“Nope, I think that just about covers it,” Reid replied tersely and stood up to leave. “As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to head out for a while. There’s something I have to do.”
*****
As Luke had stormed out of the room earlier, brushing up against Reid and almost sending him flying, he had muttered something about going to help someone who actually appreciated his input. Ten minutes later, Reid found himself taking a right turn onto the road leading out to Snyder Farm, Luke’s papers on the passenger seat beside him.
He hadn’t intended to drive in that direction at all. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. And he certainly wasn’t going to pander to the temper tantrums of a - oh, who the hell was he kidding? The way they’d been needling each other throughout the meeting, the fierce flame of anger that he had seen burning in Luke’s eyes, the feel of his body against Reid’s as he forced his way out of the room - well it had been pretty fucking hot.
Reid turned the wheel and the car pulled into the long sweeping driveway that led up to the farm. He paused for a moment, then laughed out loud at his own ridiculousness. He couldn’t go there - could he?
*****
Holden, who looked surprised to see Reid there, had nonetheless directed him, with a quick nod of the head, towards the large barn in the corner of a nearby field. As he approached, still unsure of exactly what he was doing there, and pushed the door open a little, Reid could hear the clanging sound of metal against wood, punctuated by curses and threats from a still furious Luke.
“Who the fuck does that asshole think he is? … What gives him the right? … How dare he treat me like that? …”
Reid hesitated for a moment, his hand against the rough wood of the barn door, and thought about turning back before curiosity got the better of him. He’d only seen Luke outside the hospital on a couple of occasions, and he had never seen him in his natural habitat. Some of his most vivid fantasies, on the rare occasions that he had given in to his growing need for the younger man, had featured Luke down on the farm, and usually involved some sort of physical labour. Only that morning, knowing he’d be seeing the young blond at the meeting that afternoon, Reid had jerked off to the thought of
As he pushed the door open even further and stepped noiselessly inside, Reid’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
There was Luke, clearly still unaware of Reid’s presence, standing by a pile of neatly chopped logs, his denim shirt completely open showing off the well defined muscles of his chest, which was covered in a light blond fur that just begged to have Reid’s fingers run their way through it. Reid leaned against the nearby wall - more to steady himself than anything - which was a smart move, because what Luke did next almost made him come right on the spot.
Striding purposefully over to a pump in the opposite corner, he filled a bucket with ice-cold water, the action emphasising the muscles in his bronzed forearms. The muscle in Reid’s jaw began to twitch, and it took all the self-control he could muster not to run over to Luke and push him down onto the nearest hay bale.
Once Luke had finished, he poured the entire contents of the bucket over his head, before sighing deeply and running one hand down the centre of his chest.
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