Fic: Getting Shirty
Title: Getting shirty
Author: Hackysack01
Summary: last minute "ugly shirt" fic (half-crack), inspired by LuRe March Madness.
Rating: Pg-13/M?
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Reid was lying on Luke's bed, watching Luke as he finished off some Foundation paperwork when Luke turned to him and asked him to grab some files, gesturing vaguely at the chest of drawers beside the bed.
Reid reached over to open the top one but stopped mid-motion when Luke sharply said "no!" and pointed to the drawer below.
Reid raised an eyebrow and Luke shrugged, looking embarrassed. "It's in the one below," he said, not making eye contact with Reid.
Reid was intrigued, but Luke looked so awkward and uncomfortable that Reid took pity on him and let it go.
But his curiosity had been piqued and when Luke went to the bathroom, Reid couldn't help but pull the drawer open and look inside.
What he saw didn't seem to gel with the level of panic Luke had exhibited - all he could see was a pile of t-shirts - but then it hit him. Luke must have his dildo's and vibrators hidden in the folds of his shirts.
Reid's cheek curved into a smile and he felt his dick harden. He was just about to start rifling through the shirts when he heard a gasp come from behind him, and he froze, caught in the act.
He turned around, unable to wipe the smile entirely off his face, and saw Luke running towards him at break-neck speed. Luke tackled him to the ground and Reid cried out in shock. He tried to get up, pushing at Luke, but Luke held him down, fighting him tooth and nail, grunting and heaving with the effort, his teeth bared and his eyes wild. A laugh burst out of Reid at the ridiculousness of the situation and he went limp under Luke, laughing heartily.
Luke stared down at him, arms either side of him, and the ready blush began to rise in his cheeks. He looked away from Reid, his eyelashes coming down to shield his eyes and Reid couldn't help but smile at the precious vision before him. He ran his hands up Luke's arms and rolled him over and pinned him gently to the floor, their faces and bodies flush against one another.
"I couldn't resist," he explained, kissing Luke's jaw and then nipping at it, "not after a reaction like that."
Luke nodded grudgingly, his cheeks still red, and Reid looked down at him until Luke met his gaze. He pecked Luke on the mouth and slowly stood up and held out a hand to help Luke up too. Luke smiled and lifted his arm to take Reid's outstretched hand, but Reid quickly withdrew it and ran to the "secret" drawer, whooping loudly.
He had a good start on Luke and he grabbed every thing that was in the drawer and dumped it onto Luke's bed...and found himself looking at some of the ugliest shirts known to mankind.
They were in a variety of vomit-inducing colours and stripes, and he turned his head and looked at Luke, who looked equal parts annoyed and mortified.
Reid gestured at the t-shirts and cocked an eyebrow. "You own these?"
Almost impossibly, Luke blush deeper still, and he stared at Reid mutely.
"You paid for these?" He asked, looking down at them in horror and then back up at Luke.
Luke was still silent, and now wearing his best bitch-face.
"Did you actually wear them? Out in public?!"
Luke glared, his cheeks burning.
Reid snorted and stepped closer to him. "Who am I kidding?" He said, lust coiling in his belly. "You're fucking hot, you'd look good wearing a potato sack." He reached out for Luke, but Luke stepped back.
"Seriously?! You're trying to sweet-talk me now?! After all that?!"
"Oh come on Luke, they're fugly! You know that, I know that. Why else would you try and hide them?"
"I can't believe you went snooping!" Luke tried to change the subject.
"I thought you were trying to hide your dildo's!"
Luke's eyes flitted toward another set of drawers and Reid followed his gaze, his smile widening. He stepped closer to Luke and reached down and stroked his cock through his jeans and Luke moaned, bucking against him.
"You know how I like you best?" Reid leant closer and whispered in Luke's ear.
Luke shivered and Reid smiled.
"I like it when you're bare-ass naked."
Luke groaned and looked up at Reid, his eyes dark with lust.
Reid ran a hand through Luke's hair and pulled him close and kissed him hard. Luke's hands reached down and groped Reid's arse, pulling him close to grind their cocks together, and Reid broke the kiss long enough to pull Luke's shirt up over his shoulders before maneuvering them to the bed, the ugly shirts all but forgotten.