Fic: Save Me (5/?)
Title: Save Me
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grips of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
Ok - Reid's reason for being in town is revealed in this chapter. Basically, I'm hyjacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? (Don't feel bad, I'd forgotten all about her). If you visit Dusty's wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
“You realize this is an idiotic plan from a psychopath, don’t you?” Reid asked, staring at the red-haired woman on the bed in front of him.
“I don’t really care.” Josie tossed her hair.
“How much is he paying you?” Reid wanted to know, throwing the chart done on the bed. He’d just finished faking all the answers to the questions.
“A lot.” She replied. “You?”
“I couldn’t be bought.” Reid smirked. “So he resorted to blackmail.” He glanced at her. “How much longer do you think you can keep this up?”
“As long as I have to.” She stared at her hands, her voice going soft. “I’m not giving Dusty up without a fight.”
“You’re just as crazy as Paul Ryan.”
“Maybe I am.” She allowed. “It’s called being love, Dr. Oliver. You should try it.”
*
It had been a long fucking day.
Reid wanted nothing more than find a hole in the wall bar, have a beer, go back to his hotel room, and not think about hot young blond men or red-haired women.
Yo’s, according to someone at the hospital, would be perfect for that. Reid had to agree the moment he walked in. Some indefinable country song was on the jukebox, there were pool tables, and people of all ages.
Reid made his way over to the bar, ordering a beer and sitting down on the stool. His beer appeared in front of him, and he took a long drink.
At least Oakdale had good beer (and vodka).
He felt himself start to relax, to put the day out of his mind, when a familiar voice spoke up behind him.
“What’s up, Doc?” Reid turned around. So much for avoiding hot young blond men.
“Is that supposed to be funny?” Reid asked, turning back around. The kid sat down next to him, sipping from his drink. “You’re not old enough to buy booze. How’d you…”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned in a way that Reid could only describe as wicked, and Reid felt a stirring sensation in his groin.
Maybe tonight wouldn’t be out of the question after all.
*
They stumbled together out the back door of Yo’s, leaning on each other.
“This…is not the way out.” Reid announced, looking around. There wasn’t much back there, just a dumpster and not a soul in sight.
“You’re drunk.” The kid proudly exclaimed, pushing Reid against the brick wall of the alley.
“Nope.” Reid shook his head. “Buzzed.” He drew out the ‘z’, the vibrations tickling his tongue.
“Buzzed, my ass.” The kid replied. Reid grabbed him by the hips, and pulled him close, so they were chest to chest and groin to groin.
“I like your ass.” Reid said, staring at him. The kid giggled. Reid turned his head, burying his face in the kid’s neck and inhaling him. “I like fucking your ass.” He whispered in the kid’s ear.
“Wanna hear a secret?” The kid replied, looking like he was trying not to laugh again. “I like it too.” Reid couldn’t stop the smile that formed.
Reid leaned up and kissed him, opening his mouth and letting the kid’s tongue inside. The kid moaned and Reid thought that might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
“Wanna fuck you again.” Reid mumbled against his lips, his hands trying to slip under the kid’s jacket and shirt to feel skin. The kid pulled back, looking startled and torn. Reid knew he was debating it, could see how much the kid wanted it, and hoped he’d say yes.
Something about this kid had gotten under his skin.
“What’s your name?” Reid asked softly. The kid’s eyes widened, surprised that he’d asked.
“Luke.”
Luke.
Reid was intending to corrupt a nineteen year old kid, someone eleven years younger than him, whose name came from the Bible.
I’m going to hell.
Luke licked his lips, nervous. Reid stifled a groan. Luke had no idea what that did to him.
What a way to go.
Reid thrust against Luke, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, his hard cock rubbing against Luke’s through their clothes.
“Or maybe,” Reid began, his voice still quiet. “You could fuck me.” He threw it out there, waiting to see what Luke would do. Luke’s eyes shot open and he stared at Reid in disbelief. Reid searched his gaze. “It’s okay, Luke. Whatever you want. We can leave right now, go our separate ways.”
“No.” Luke said it so quietly Reid almost didn’t hear him.
“No, what?”
“Don’t leave.”
“’kay.” Reid said. He could still see the confusion in Luke’s eyes, so he waited another moment before speaking. “Fuck me, Luke. You know you want to.”
He reached out and took Luke’s hand, sliding it between them where they were pressed together. Luke was breathing faster now.
“Feel that?” Reid asked. Luke nodded slowly. “Feel how hard I am? How hard you are?” Another nod. “Do something about it.” Reid moved their hands up and down, rubbing both their cocks. Luke shuddered and then his lips were attacking Reid’s mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. They kissed again and again, hard and fast and rough.
Reid kept up the friction with their joined hands, moving them up and down between them, stroking harder and harder each time. Luke’s free hand was buried in Reid’s hair, grasping and tugging. Reid’s free hand went to work on Luke’s jeans, unfastening them and lowering the zipper before slipping his hand inside and stroking Luke lightly. Luke groaned as the cool fall air hit his cock.
Luke’s hands moved to Reid’s belt, and the young man started undoing it with shaking fingers. Reid attacked Luke’s neck with his lips and teeth and tongue while Luke worked to undo his pants. Mission accomplished, Luke pushed Reid’s pants down mid thigh.
Reid pulled his hand out of Luke’s pants and into his jacket pocket, where he always kept a condom and a small bottle of lube, because you just never knew. He pulled on Luke’s hand, turning it over palm side up and setting the items in his hand. Luke stared at them for a long moment, biting his lip, before curling his fingers around them and sticking them in his own pocket.
“Turn around.” Luke growled his order and Reid smirked at him before doing as he asked. He heard the bottle of lube open and glanced back over his shoulder to watch Luke slick up a couple of fingers. Then Luke’s fingers were sliding along his crack and one slipped inside. Reid braced himself against the wall.
“More.” Reid said after a minute. “Another finger.” Luke complied, leaning forward and pressing a second finger inside. “Harder, Luke.” Luke took direction extremely well; thrusting harder and hitting his prostate, making Reid jerk his hips and groan at the same time. “Again.” Luke did it again and then again. Reid braced his forearms against the brick wall, his head resting on his hands as Luke’s fingers sped up. Luke kept that going for a few more minutes, and then pulled his fingers out.
The sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open filled the air, and then Luke was flush against his ass, his hard cock pressing against him. Reid spread his legs a little, reaching a hand back to grab Luke’s bare hip, helping him line up. Luke slid his cock inside Reid with a gasp, and Reid let out a moan, a little smile on his face.
Luke’s first few thrusts were hesitant, slow, and from the way he was breathing, Reid knew the sensations had to be overwhelming him.
“Come on, Luke.” He urged. “Fuck me.”
That seemed to stir something up inside Luke, and he began moving faster, thrusting a little harder. Reid pushed back against him, taking him as deep as he could.
Luke was started to tremble, and Reid knew he was close. He grabbed one of Luke’s hands, pulling it around and putting it on Reid’s cock. They jerked him off together, Luke still thrusting hard into his ass. Reid was panting, desperate to come before Luke did.
“Harder, Luke.” Luke did as he was told, this time managing to brush Reid’s prostate and that was all it took to send them both over the edge. Reid couldn’t move for a second, Luke laying against him gasping for air.
“I never…” Luke managed, trailing off. Reid gestured for him to pull out and he did, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the dumpster nearby. He fumbled with his pants, finally getting them fastened. Reid looked up from fixing his own clothes to see Luke staring at him.
“You're not going to freak out again, are you?”
“I think you're safe this time.” Luke laughed. “At least until I sober up.”
“Remind me to stay clear.” They stood there awkwardly for a second. Reid glanced around. “How do we get out of here?” Giggling again, Luke turned around in a circle.
“That way.” He pointed.
“Will you be okay to get home?” Reid asked. Luke nodded.
“I'll call a cab.” Reid nodded and then turned to walk the way that Luke had pointed out.
“Reid.” He said, pausing.
“What?” Luke blinked at him.
“My name. It's Reid.” With that, he turned around and walked away. He could feel Luke's eyes long after he was out of sight.
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grips of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
Ok - Reid's reason for being in town is revealed in this chapter. Basically, I'm hyjacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? (Don't feel bad, I'd forgotten all about her). If you visit Dusty's wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
“You realize this is an idiotic plan from a psychopath, don’t you?” Reid asked, staring at the red-haired woman on the bed in front of him.
“I don’t really care.” Josie tossed her hair.
“How much is he paying you?” Reid wanted to know, throwing the chart done on the bed. He’d just finished faking all the answers to the questions.
“A lot.” She replied. “You?”
“I couldn’t be bought.” Reid smirked. “So he resorted to blackmail.” He glanced at her. “How much longer do you think you can keep this up?”
“As long as I have to.” She stared at her hands, her voice going soft. “I’m not giving Dusty up without a fight.”
“You’re just as crazy as Paul Ryan.”
“Maybe I am.” She allowed. “It’s called being love, Dr. Oliver. You should try it.”
*
It had been a long fucking day.
Reid wanted nothing more than find a hole in the wall bar, have a beer, go back to his hotel room, and not think about hot young blond men or red-haired women.
Yo’s, according to someone at the hospital, would be perfect for that. Reid had to agree the moment he walked in. Some indefinable country song was on the jukebox, there were pool tables, and people of all ages.
Reid made his way over to the bar, ordering a beer and sitting down on the stool. His beer appeared in front of him, and he took a long drink.
At least Oakdale had good beer (and vodka).
He felt himself start to relax, to put the day out of his mind, when a familiar voice spoke up behind him.
“What’s up, Doc?” Reid turned around. So much for avoiding hot young blond men.
“Is that supposed to be funny?” Reid asked, turning back around. The kid sat down next to him, sipping from his drink. “You’re not old enough to buy booze. How’d you…”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned in a way that Reid could only describe as wicked, and Reid felt a stirring sensation in his groin.
Maybe tonight wouldn’t be out of the question after all.
*
They stumbled together out the back door of Yo’s, leaning on each other.
“This…is not the way out.” Reid announced, looking around. There wasn’t much back there, just a dumpster and not a soul in sight.
“You’re drunk.” The kid proudly exclaimed, pushing Reid against the brick wall of the alley.
“Nope.” Reid shook his head. “Buzzed.” He drew out the ‘z’, the vibrations tickling his tongue.
“Buzzed, my ass.” The kid replied. Reid grabbed him by the hips, and pulled him close, so they were chest to chest and groin to groin.
“I like your ass.” Reid said, staring at him. The kid giggled. Reid turned his head, burying his face in the kid’s neck and inhaling him. “I like fucking your ass.” He whispered in the kid’s ear.
“Wanna hear a secret?” The kid replied, looking like he was trying not to laugh again. “I like it too.” Reid couldn’t stop the smile that formed.
Reid leaned up and kissed him, opening his mouth and letting the kid’s tongue inside. The kid moaned and Reid thought that might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
“Wanna fuck you again.” Reid mumbled against his lips, his hands trying to slip under the kid’s jacket and shirt to feel skin. The kid pulled back, looking startled and torn. Reid knew he was debating it, could see how much the kid wanted it, and hoped he’d say yes.
Something about this kid had gotten under his skin.
“What’s your name?” Reid asked softly. The kid’s eyes widened, surprised that he’d asked.
“Luke.”
Luke.
Reid was intending to corrupt a nineteen year old kid, someone eleven years younger than him, whose name came from the Bible.
I’m going to hell.
Luke licked his lips, nervous. Reid stifled a groan. Luke had no idea what that did to him.
What a way to go.
Reid thrust against Luke, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, his hard cock rubbing against Luke’s through their clothes.
“Or maybe,” Reid began, his voice still quiet. “You could fuck me.” He threw it out there, waiting to see what Luke would do. Luke’s eyes shot open and he stared at Reid in disbelief. Reid searched his gaze. “It’s okay, Luke. Whatever you want. We can leave right now, go our separate ways.”
“No.” Luke said it so quietly Reid almost didn’t hear him.
“No, what?”
“Don’t leave.”
“’kay.” Reid said. He could still see the confusion in Luke’s eyes, so he waited another moment before speaking. “Fuck me, Luke. You know you want to.”
He reached out and took Luke’s hand, sliding it between them where they were pressed together. Luke was breathing faster now.
“Feel that?” Reid asked. Luke nodded slowly. “Feel how hard I am? How hard you are?” Another nod. “Do something about it.” Reid moved their hands up and down, rubbing both their cocks. Luke shuddered and then his lips were attacking Reid’s mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. They kissed again and again, hard and fast and rough.
Reid kept up the friction with their joined hands, moving them up and down between them, stroking harder and harder each time. Luke’s free hand was buried in Reid’s hair, grasping and tugging. Reid’s free hand went to work on Luke’s jeans, unfastening them and lowering the zipper before slipping his hand inside and stroking Luke lightly. Luke groaned as the cool fall air hit his cock.
Luke’s hands moved to Reid’s belt, and the young man started undoing it with shaking fingers. Reid attacked Luke’s neck with his lips and teeth and tongue while Luke worked to undo his pants. Mission accomplished, Luke pushed Reid’s pants down mid thigh.
Reid pulled his hand out of Luke’s pants and into his jacket pocket, where he always kept a condom and a small bottle of lube, because you just never knew. He pulled on Luke’s hand, turning it over palm side up and setting the items in his hand. Luke stared at them for a long moment, biting his lip, before curling his fingers around them and sticking them in his own pocket.
“Turn around.” Luke growled his order and Reid smirked at him before doing as he asked. He heard the bottle of lube open and glanced back over his shoulder to watch Luke slick up a couple of fingers. Then Luke’s fingers were sliding along his crack and one slipped inside. Reid braced himself against the wall.
“More.” Reid said after a minute. “Another finger.” Luke complied, leaning forward and pressing a second finger inside. “Harder, Luke.” Luke took direction extremely well; thrusting harder and hitting his prostate, making Reid jerk his hips and groan at the same time. “Again.” Luke did it again and then again. Reid braced his forearms against the brick wall, his head resting on his hands as Luke’s fingers sped up. Luke kept that going for a few more minutes, and then pulled his fingers out.
The sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open filled the air, and then Luke was flush against his ass, his hard cock pressing against him. Reid spread his legs a little, reaching a hand back to grab Luke’s bare hip, helping him line up. Luke slid his cock inside Reid with a gasp, and Reid let out a moan, a little smile on his face.
Luke’s first few thrusts were hesitant, slow, and from the way he was breathing, Reid knew the sensations had to be overwhelming him.
“Come on, Luke.” He urged. “Fuck me.”
That seemed to stir something up inside Luke, and he began moving faster, thrusting a little harder. Reid pushed back against him, taking him as deep as he could.
Luke was started to tremble, and Reid knew he was close. He grabbed one of Luke’s hands, pulling it around and putting it on Reid’s cock. They jerked him off together, Luke still thrusting hard into his ass. Reid was panting, desperate to come before Luke did.
“Harder, Luke.” Luke did as he was told, this time managing to brush Reid’s prostate and that was all it took to send them both over the edge. Reid couldn’t move for a second, Luke laying against him gasping for air.
“I never…” Luke managed, trailing off. Reid gestured for him to pull out and he did, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the dumpster nearby. He fumbled with his pants, finally getting them fastened. Reid looked up from fixing his own clothes to see Luke staring at him.
“You're not going to freak out again, are you?”
“I think you're safe this time.” Luke laughed. “At least until I sober up.”
“Remind me to stay clear.” They stood there awkwardly for a second. Reid glanced around. “How do we get out of here?” Giggling again, Luke turned around in a circle.
“That way.” He pointed.
“Will you be okay to get home?” Reid asked. Luke nodded.
“I'll call a cab.” Reid nodded and then turned to walk the way that Luke had pointed out.
“Reid.” He said, pausing.
“What?” Luke blinked at him.
“My name. It's Reid.” With that, he turned around and walked away. He could feel Luke's eyes long after he was out of sight.