~Fun Fic Friday~
TGIF! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out a long week 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
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"Luke, I love you and you love me. That's why I trust you to not let him interfere in our relationship or even mess it up." Reid answered calmly.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, it's up to you to decide whether you want to spend time with him or not and it's up to me to handle my jealousy."
To say Luke was impressed by Reid's statement would have been an extreme understatement. He was speechless, smitten, falling even deeper (if possible) in love with his boyfriend. Reid had just confirmed his love, he trusted him and he admitted to be jealous. Luke never could have asked for more regarding a relationship: Love, commitment, trust, appreciation, an area of freedom and the spicy ingredient of jealousy. Because Luke couldn't imagining anybody on this planet who was making love to anybody in a more passionate and satisfying way than Reid Oliver when he suffered or recovered from a jealousy attack.
So Luke and Noah met once a week and tried to build a stable, normal friendship and Reid was doing well.
It started two or maybe three months after said heart to heart, Reid and Luke were busy and Reid had just whispered, "I could eat you alive, digest that hotness of yours and birth it again only to ravish it again and again.", into Luke's ear and Luke was literally shaking with desire and want - when the ringtone of his cell indicated, that Noah was calling - at 11:30 pm.
"Ignore it!" Luke groaned.
And Reid ignored it and continued to fondle Luke's balls and renewed the hickey adorning the left side of Luke's neck since September 2010.
15 minutes later Reid was deeply buried in Luke and both were performing an unique tango of bending, lifting and arching deliriously, when Luke's cell chirped again. (Do vultures chirp?)
Now Reid and Luke groaned in unison and Reid's flag sank half-mast first and finally went down completely.
"Please, Reid! Come on!"
"Luke - it's not as if this is subjected to my willpower! Maybe your cock-hypnotizing- powers will work."
But they didn't, Reid was simply not in the mood anymore. So they finally cuddled and went to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Whether Luke nor Noah mentioned the nightly calls when they met next time. Either did Reid. Life was back to normal, until Noah called again - Saturday night at 1 am and a few days later at midnight. Reid was already sleeping, so Luke answered the call, not wanting his tired boyfriend to be woken up, and hissed angrily: "Noah, it's in the middle of the night!" "What? You want me to come to the Metro? Now? No! Good night!"
A comparable scene recurred twice but suddenly the calls stopped. Reid didn't asked why and how, but knowing his Luke, he was sure his boyfriend wasn't willed to let Noah destroy their sex-life.
(Noah, if you won't stop calling in the middle of the night only to interrupt Reid and me fucking, I promise our friendship won't last one more second!")
What could Reid ask for more? Luke putting Noah into his place! Life was so amazing sometimes.
Only two weeks later Reid's beeper buzzed in the middle of the night and when he rushed into the hospital he was confronted with a patient who had a simple panic attack.
"Sorry, Dr. Oliver, I thought the patient had a stroke!"
Knowing Luke liked this pseudo-naive gawking Ali-guy, he bit down his comment and went home.
But two days later it was a patient who suffered from insomnia.
"What NOW? Does this patient look as if he had a stroke, too?"
"No, but I looked at his scans and...!" Ali stammered but couldn't prevent Reid from catching her smile, before she turned quickly.
Okay, this was where the party was.
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