Fic: Koinonia - Part Eleven
Title: Koinonia
Author: PABWECG (aka Patricia)
Beta: msLUREdin
Artist: sripley
Rating: Up to NC-17
Word Count: 58,071
Summary: Luke is in Oakdale (ATWT canon, fall 2008) and Reid is in Dallas. Both of them are living their lives day to day, but each feels there's is something missing from their life. After a time they meet in Haiti doing different types of volunteer work post-earthquake. Their lives are irrevocably changed by the situation in Haiti and by their connection to each other. Meanwhile, Luke is engaged to Noah when he meets Reid...but will this change both their plans for the future?
A/N: I can’t say thank enough to msLUREdin for her wonderful and supportive beta work. She kept me going with all her encouraging comments and lavish praise, and her patience in reading this monster. THANK YOU, my dear!! Also, BIG thanks to sripley for her gorgeous artwork and her help with my posting questions! And finally, thank you to traciamc for pulling all this together and for being SO patient with me!
Koinonia - community, communion, joint participation, sharing and intimacy.
Chapter 41 (Saturday Evening)
The Legim was in a covered casserole dish in the oven on low. He eyed the macaroons - which weren’t really a Haitian dish, but seemed to fit the rest of the meal so well - tempted to taste another one; he popped one in his mouth and swore he’d save the rest for later. The peppers and tomatoes were ready to be added to the rice once it was almost done. The salad was all set.
He was pretty impressed with himself, especially considering the size of the tiny kitchenette. But if the Haitians could do this over a fire, or one small burner, he could do it in a tiny American kitchen.
He stepped through the swinging door to check the living room once more. The small table was set for two with bowls, water glasses, and small plates and silverware. There was also a candle and a vase containing a few late-summer wildflowers. It looked nice, and as Reid anticipated Luke coming over, his heart began to beat a little faster.
“I love him,” he said to himself. He’d said it to Luke and to others, but saying aloud to himself at this moment, he realized just how true it was - how big it was.
“Okay focus.” He said aloud to himself. “What else do you need to do?” He looked around, saw the few unlit candles he’d placed about the room, and went to the stereo. He picked up the new CD he had purchased - authentic Haitian music - and put it down, popping in a Coleman Hawkins one for now instead.
He went into the kitchen and turned off the stove, adding the vegetables, and turned the corner to the small bedroom, walking through it to the bathroom and a quick shower. When he was finished and dry, he put on his blue shirt - the one Anne Marie had said he looked sexy in, and which Luke’s eyes had affirmed that night - a pair of loose comfortable, linen pants, and he laid down on the bed.
He wondered if Luke would stay the night. When he thought about it, his heart raced, he was filled with desire, and he felt like the happiest man on Earth. Luke here beside him, Luke in his arms all night long, making love to Luke. It was almost a paralyzing happiness - he loved Luke so much, it scared him. It made him feel powerless to have one person give him so much happiness.
But the more he thought about Luke, the more he smiled. Luke’s presence, and his own love for Luke, enlivened him.
He sat up and ran his fingers through his damp curls, opening the double glass doors and walking out into the living room once again. He lit the candles and waited. Everything was ready; now he just needed Luke to arrive. He’d never done this before, cooked for a date. And this was not just a date - cooking for a man he loved, for the man he loved. There was a first time for everything, and he had done well.
But waiting, that was definitely not his strongest attribute.
He stopped his pacing and sat down on the couch. On the table was a novel that Luke had loaned him. He’d said that he thought Reid would like it, and so far that was true. He picked it up and began reading the fourth chapter, having a more difficult time focusing than he had the previous night.
But after a while he could reconnect with the characters; and as he read he saw the story through Luke’s eyes - how Luke would admire the main character with his honest compassionate courage, and how Luke would feel angry at the antagonist for his ends-justify-the-means attitude - but even so, Luke would feel compassion for that character as well.
Reid smiled as he thought about Luke’s wise, generous heart, and he felt overwhelmed by the knowledge that Luke loved him.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
He’s here.
Reid stood with an inhale, and went straight to the door and opened it.
Luke. He breathed and took him in - his eyes and mouth, his eyes again, his broad chest, down to his waist and hips, and back up again to his eyes.
“Hi,” he said. And he smiled at Luke.
Luke licked his lips. “Hi,” he said, looking nervous but happy.
Reid inclined his head. “Come in.”
Luke stepped in and his eyes traveled about the room, taking in the sights and sounds with a genuine smile, and then they landed on Reid again, where they stopped. Luke looked happy, content, beautiful.
Reid smiled back at him with an exhale. Then he stepped up to him and stood before him, laughing quietly.
How could the pieces of one’s life fall together so quickly?
“What?” Luke asked.
Reid shook his head, still amazed by how complete his life felt. “C’mere,” he said, and they both stepped towards each other and Reid wrapped his arms around him and felt Luke’s go around his own back. And he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his smile growing.
“I’m so happy, Luke,” he said, his lips against Luke’s neck. Luke pulled back and looked at him. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”
Luke’s smiling eyes widened silently.
And then they took on a serious look, and his lips parted. His breathing became more shallow and he swallowed. He gazed at Reid hungrily. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life.”
Reid knew that the same was true for himself, and gazed with hunger back at him. “Will you stay with me tonight, Luke?”
Luke inhaled, pursed his lips, and nodded.
Reid was filled with happiness. “Good.” He smiled a breath. And then he kissed Luke - several soft kissed on his beautiful lips, which parted.
He opened his eyes and watched Luke - his eyes closed, his lips parted, his face showed how aroused he was. He fought an internal battle - take Luke now or wait until after they eat and take their time. Luke was here, in his arms, and they wanted each other - right now. He kissed Luke once more. But the food was ready, and he really wanted to feed Luke and dance with him.
He pulled back, and in a moment Luke opened his eyes and looked back at him, slightly dazed.
“Let’s eat.” Reid said.
Luke nodded silently, his breathing still shallow, his eyes going from Reid’s eyes to his mouth and back again.
Reid took a step back, putting some distance between them, and took Luke’s hand. Then he inclined his head and Luke followed him to the small table.
He nodded towards a chair. “You stay here.” He insisted, and Luke smiled and sat down.
He fetched the food - all in small bowls - and set it on the table. And when he was done, he sat down too. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He’d never done this before, and he wanted it all to be perfect. He’d never wanted things to be more perfect - never cared with other lovers about things like that.
Luke took his hand and held it in his own, resting them together on his thigh. When Reid turned his head to look at him, his eyes were closed, and he had that look of contentment on his face again. And watching him, Reid felt his own anxiety slip away. In a moment Luke opened his eyes and looked at him with a calm smile; and then he lifted Reid’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers several times.
And Reid, his hand still in Luke’s leaned over and kissed his mouth. “I love you.” He said quietly.
“You have no idea what those words do to me.” Luke said.
“I think I do.”
Luke smiled.
“You hungry?” Reid asked.
“Yeah.” Luke nodded. “And it smells so good.”
He smiled a closed lip smile, and then he served them both while Luke poured them each some water.
They ate with very little talk. Sometimes they spoke of the flavors or textures of the food, sometimes of a particular moment in a song they just heard. But mostly they ate and they tasted and they listened, and they felt the presence of the moment, just that. Which was more than enough. They fed themselves and they fed each other; they held hands, and they let them go. They drank the fresh cool water, and they tasted the spices and the sweetness, the rich a savory flavors.
And Reid was happy. A year ago he’d wondered what the meaning of it all was. He’d thought there must be more to life than successful surgery, and good food and good sex. He’d wondered why people wanted their sorry lives saved.
Well, now he knew. It was so they could taste the sweetness of peaches, and the spiciness of peppers. It was so they could hear the sensuous slide of a saxophone or the rhythmic beating of a drum. It was so they could feel the grasp of another’s hand or see the light in their eyes. It was so they could know the gratitude of saving a friend’s life from a gunshot wound, and it was feeling the arms of the person you love most in the world wrapped around you on a small cot all night long.
Sweet, bitter, spicy and rich. Laughter, tears, joy and sorrow. You could avoid these things if you lived on the surface. But if you went deep, touched the earth, and allowed yourself to be touched by others, you could have it all - the ups and downs - real life, real good life. And he wanted it.
He stood and went to the stereo, putting in the new CD. Luke’s eyes watched him from across the room. In a moment a soft solo drum quietly began its steady sound - a sensuous alluring rhythm that was irregular, yet dependable.
Reid stood still, not dancing, his eyes on Luke. A second drum entered the sound - a low slow beat, which rocked back and forth like the quiet strong tide. And Luke stood and slowly made his way towards him.
Reid stepped aside and switched off the lamp closest to him; Luke smiled and did the same, the room taking on new shadows and colors, the candles’ flickers sending flashes of subtle light onto the walls.
And their eyes found each other again. And slowly their bodies moved closer towards each other until they were standing face to face. And Reid reached out and thread the fingers of one hand into Luke’s. And that one place of contact was felt throughout their entire beings. Luke lifted his other hand and lightly ran two fingers across his forehead and through his still slightly long curls, behind his ear, down his neck, trailing down his chest to his waist. And he let his hand rest there.
Still with a few inches between them, Luke’s hand on his waist, his other clasped loosely in his own, they moved as one, dancing with the drums, the candlelight, and each other. And a steady calmness enveloped them, rooted in each other by the small places of simple, gentle contact.
Reid stepped just a little closer until he could feel the warmth radiating off of Luke’s body, and they both closed their eyes. He felt surrounded by Luke, like his presence, energy, and very being extended out far beyond the boundaries of his skin, his body. He could feel Luke all around him, and he smiled.
His hand traveled up Luke’s arm, over his shoulder, to his neck. He draped his arm around Luke’s neck and closed the distance between their bodies, resting his head on Luke’s shoulder. And Luke’s arm came around him and held him close.
Reid knew that he could stay here forever, that there was no place else that he needed to be. Turning his head, he kissed Luke’s neck lightly, several times, and then he licked a path up from his collar bone to just behind his ear, pulling Luke’s earlobe into his mouth briefly.
Luke held his breath and then let it out in a soft pant.
Reid did it again, so slowly, this time stopping to mouth his neck along the way.
Luke panted out occasional unsteady exhales.
Reid mouthed and licked him - so slowly - allowing himself to feel, and to taste, and to smell Luke, hearing his sounds, and feeling his hand grasp at his waist.
Luke’s cock began to harden against him and Reid let out his own breath, his mouth seeking and finding Luke’s pulse point. He began to suck gently on that spot, feeling Luke go almost weak in his arms. He closed suction around it and sucked more firmly. Luke’s hands went to his hair and held him there, and he sucked and licked and bit him, Luke grabbing and pulling at his curls.
He mouthed along Luke’s jaw until he came to his mouth, and his hands came up to hold Luke’s face, and he wrapped his lips around Luke’s, kissing each in turn and then both together. And their open mouths gave and received - lips and tongues exploring, hands pulling each other closer. And Reid tingled with desire.
Luke’s hand fell to his waist, pulling his body close, and then they slipped under his shirt and found his skin. Reid closed his eyes again and felt Luke’s strong hands run over him.
Luke pulled back and looked at him. “Reid,” he breathed.
“Luke,” he barely managed, his emotions beginning to overwhelm him again. Reid didn’t know when - or if - he’d ever felt scared at a moment like this. Of course, there had never been a moment like this - he’d never made love to Luke before, never made love to the man he loved. He was scared - he wasn’t sure why, but he was.
Luke laid a hand on his cheek, and softly said his name again, looking into his eyes.
Then, taking his hand, Luke walked backwards towards the bedroom. He stopped and smiled at Reid before stepping away. He walked to where a lit candle was and picked it up. Blowing out the others in the room, he carried two lit ones back and stopped beside him.
Reid smiled and opened one of the glass doors to the bedroom; then he took the candles from Luke and carried them in, placing one on the dresser and the other on a small table. Then he turned back to face Luke, who was standing just inside the door. Luke stepped closer to him and Reid did the same until, again, they were face to face - and like always, one of their hands found the other and lightly thread into each other.
“I love you,” Luke said.
Reid exhaled. He’d known, but he’d needed to know it again.
Luke took his face in his hands and kissed him, walking him slowly backwards towards the bed. When they reached it, Luke looked him in the eyes and opened the few buttons at the top of Reid’s shirt. Then he ran his fingertips down his neck and over his collarbone. His hands traced down Reid’s chest to his waist. His fingers lifted the edges of his soft, blue, linen shirt, and slipped under it, beginning to lift it up. And then he stopped.
Reid saw Luke’s eyes take him in once more, expressing so much - desire, awe, love - as he looked into his eyes, dropped his gaze to his chest, his lips parting as they slowly returned to his eyes again. He exhaled.
“What?” Reid whispered.
“I wanted you so much…that night.” And Luke’s gaze fell once more to his chest, as if remembering every detail of that evening at Mariella’s. “I would have…or I might have…” And then he was silent, neither one of them needing to express aloud what that meant - that Luke, even while engaged to Noah, had wanted Reid so much that he might have slept with him that night.
“You were so beautiful…” Luke went on in a quiet voice. “I’d been wanting you…for a while.”
“Luke,” he breathed.
And he looked at Luke, taking in his brown eyes and his full lips. And suddenly he needed to taste him, and he leaned in to lick his beautiful neck once again, taking small repeated tastes, from his collarbone to his ear, along his jaw and up to his mouth, along each lip and then slipping his tongue inside Luke’s mouth. And like earlier, it seemed as if Luke would melt against him.
Luke gently mouthed at his tongue, moaning softly. His hands slowly pushed up Reid’s shirt and they broke their kiss and let Luke pull it over his head. Luke’s eyes fell to his chest, widening with desire and awe, with a quiet exhale. And his hands lifted to explore what his eyes hadn’t been able to resist. And Reid let out a shaky breath. He’d imagined and wanted Luke’s touch for so long, and here it was - Luke’s strong warm hands trailing down his chest, feeling every inch of his skin.
But he could see from the fire in Luke’s eyes that touching wasn’t enough, as he bent to lay kisses where his hands had explored. He felt Luke’s warm lips travel over his curves and muscles, his hands holding his sides. Down he traveled, all the way to his belly button, and then he came back up to seek out a nipple. He kissed it.
Reid stood with his hands at his sides, his lips parted, looking down at Luke as he planted soft kisses on his chest, slowly making his way over to his other nipple. Once there he latched on to it and began to gently, rhythmically suck on it.
Reid bit his lip, still just watching, breathing quietly.
Luke sucked harder, his tongue flicking across the erect nub.
“Jesus.” Reid exhaled, and his hands wrapped around Luke’s head.
Luke continued to suck and lick and nip. Slowly he made his way up Reid’s neck and to his mouth once more, and he kissed Reid deeply, sucking on his mouth and pulling his lips close.
Reid’s hands dropped to Luke’s waist and quickly found their way under his shirt. There were no buttons to contend with and shortly he had it up and over Luke’s head, and off of him. His hands immediately went to Luke’s broad chest, and he trailed his thumbs up his torso and his fingertips down his sides. There was an urgent insistence coursing through him. He leaned down and found a nipple, giving it a few quick hard sucks, moved on to the other and repeated the action, nipping it with his teeth before traveling on up to his neck once more, finding his pulse point, and gently biting and sucking. He moved along Luke’s jaw and found his mouth, claiming it.
“Luke,” he said roughly, looking into his eyes, with a sudden possessiveness.
Luke stepped back and licked his lips, and looking at him, began to remove his pants. He stepped out of them and hooked his thumbs into his briefs. But Reid stepped up and stopped him. He looked fiercely into Luke’s eyes and then got down on one knee. He slowly pulled his briefs down to his thighs, gazed at Luke’s cock for a moment, and then returned his eyes to Luke’s half-lidded ones.
He breathed out a shaky breath, lowering his gaze to Luke’s cock once more. Then he leaned in and licked a slow trail from the base to the tip. Luke let out a panting breath and he repeated the motion. He wrapped a hand around Luke’s twitching cock, keeping it still, and he ran his tongue around its head before closing his mouth around it.
“Oh…” Luke panted. “My…”
He began to suck gently, his tongue exploring the shape of the head of Luke’s cock, and tasting the leaking wetness.
“Reid,” Luke softly sighed.
He allowed more of the shaft into his mouth, wrapping his lips around its pulsing heat and pulling back to the head once more.
“Jesus,” Luke breathed.
Luke made the most amazing sounds. He repeated the motion, unsure of what he loved more - the feeling of Luke in his mouth or the sounds he made. He was so responsive; Reid thought he might come simply from Luke’s intense arousal and reactions.
He stopped and pulled Luke’s briefs down the rest of the way, and Luke stepped out of them. Then he stood and removed his own loose pants and briefs all at once.
Luke’s eyes smiled at him - with desire, playfulness, and affection - and Reid thought his heart might burst. He stepped close to Luke and took his face in his hands and kissed him, never wanting his lips to be anywhere else again. Pulling back he looked into Luke’s eyes and whispered, “Luke…I love you.” His eyes roamed Luke’s face, returning again to Luke’s. “So much.” And Luke looked flooded with happiness once again, and his happiness only increased Reid’s. He felt exhilarated.
Luke gently took his face in his hands and kissed him on the mouth - then his jaw and cheek, pulling his earlobe into his mouth, across his cheek once more and down to his lips again, wrapping his own around them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
He wrapped his arms around Luke and his hands spread across the middle of his back, and he kissed him in return, pressing their bodies together. Luke’s bare cock twitched against his own, and Luke’s hands fell to his hips, holding fast to them. His own hands slid over Luke’s ass and he held him.
Luke rocked his hips, rubbing the length of his cock against Reid’s. And he quietly moaned, his eyes closed, as he continued the movement. And Reid watched him purse his lips, and then lick and bite them, his own desire increasing simply by watching and listening to this beautiful man.
“Jesus, Luke.” He said, his hands holding more tightly to Luke’s ass.
But he wanted more.
He stepped away, looked into Luke’s eyes, and then moved around the bed to pull back the covers. Then he stood still and watched as Luke’s eyes took him in from head to toe. When Luke’s eyes had returned to his own, he climbed onto the bed and lay down. Luke licked his lips, and crawled onto the bed and laid down beside him, propped up on an elbow on his side, and looking down at him.
Luke leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, his jaw, his neck and his chest, and back to his mouth again. Luke climbed on top of him, his full weight resting on him, and he pressed into him and kissed him passionately, his desire and love covering Reid like a fierce, warm, protective quilt. And Reid’s hands went around his waist, holding him there, reaching up to kiss him back, arching into him. Luke’s knee went between his thighs and their pelvises slipped closer to mesh together.
Luke continued to kiss him, seemingly unable to get enough of him, wrapping his lips around Reid’s and sucking on them, then lifting his body off of Reid’s and laying kisses on his neck and torso, down to his belly and back up again slowly, until he reached Reid’s mouth once again, which he claimed once more.
Reid had never wanted someone to want him so much as this before. And Luke wanted him; Jesus, he wanted him. And it felt so good. As Luke began to kiss his neck, Reid tilted his head to the side and his hands held Luke there, silently begging Luke to mark him, And Luke began to suck hard, Reid’s hands threading into his hair.
He began to softly pant, feeling claimed by Luke, by his lips and his hands, and his body pressing down on him.
His own hands traveled down the strong muscles of Luke’s back, and over his hips and the curves of his ass. Taking handfuls of his warm strong flesh, he cupped Luke’s ass, pressing their erections together.
Luke lifted his head and looked down into Reid’s eyes. And the desire Reid saw was clear and intense. But slowly there appeared another layer, not replacing the desire, but lying beneath it and intertwined in it. Love. Reid had never loved like this, never been loved like this. Luke’s hand ran through his hair and he laid a kiss on Reid’s cheek and his mouth; and as Luke looked down at him, Reid felt overwhelmed again - like perhaps standing in a too-bright sun, or facing water too deep.
But then Luke softly smiled down at him and Reid breathed again, somehow knowing that it was okay. This love - this life - may not be entirely under his control, but nevertheless it was okay.
And Luke kissed him again, on his mouth and his cheek, repeatedly, going deeper with each one, pressing into Reid once more, his desire building, renewed by the love they’d seen in each other’s eyes. Reid held his face in his hands, kissing him in return, claiming him from below. And Luke’s mouth opened to him, inhaling shaky breaths, and Reid - never having seen anything so beautiful - slipped his tongue inside his mouth, knowing he had to take this man.
And when Luke opened his eyes again, looking down at him and panting softly, Reid looked back at him, silently telling him that. That he was beautiful, that he loved him, that he needed him…that he would take him.
And Luke’s lips parted and he seemed to understand what Reid had silently spoken. And his own eyes answered back. That yes, he could see how much Reid wanted him, needed him. And that yes, he wanted to be taken by him.
And they both knew that there really was no taker, no receiver. That Luke was giving as he received, and that Reid was receiving as he gave. That as Luke allowed Reid to take him, he was receiving so much, and that Reid, as he took, was also relinquishing power, giving himself over to the love and desire he felt for Luke.
Luke looked down at him and took one of his hands, lifting it to his mouth. He licked Reid’s fingertips, slowly pulling two of them into his warm mouth, his tongue swirling around them, sucking on them, and coating them with his saliva. And rising to his knees, he then took that hand and placed it at his entrance.
Reid inhaled, his eyes on Luke’s and pressed the tips of his two fingers inside him. Luke exhaled, looking back at him. And then Luke kissed him again. And they stayed just like that, Reid’s fingers barely inside Luke, their lips softly touching.
Reid took his other and wrapped it around Luke’s cock, slowly pulling on it. Luke rocked his hips slightly, Reid’s fingers in his ass following him.
Luke began to pant in earnest.
Reid looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs flexing and tensing. He was so beautiful.
The tempo of his hand on Luke’s cock increased. His fingers resisted going any deeper - he needed lubrication. Luke still tried, however, to push down on his fingers nonetheless. It was time. They were both ready.
He pulled his fingers out and Luke opened his eyes halfway, looking down at him hungrily. Reid smiled up at him; it felt so good to know that Luke wanted him just as much, and that Luke wanted him inside him.
He reached for the lube and a condom from the bedside table. Luke took them from his hands, and placing the condom on the bed, he opened the lube and poured some into his hand. He took Reid’s needy shaft into his warm hands and coated it, wrapping his hands around its length and spreading it thoroughly. Reid closed his eyes, feeling Luke’s strong hands moving up and down his length. His own hands went to Luke’s hips, squeezing as he thrust upwards into Luke’s palms.
He heard the sound of the condom package being torn and opened his eyes to see it held between Luke’s teeth and the fingers of one hand. Luke removed the condom from its package and took Reid’s dick in his hand once again, rolling it on, his lubed hands running over his shaft several more times.
“God, you’re sexy.” Luke said, looking down at him.
Reid barely raised an eyebrow and then rolled Luke onto his back, hovering above him on his hands and knees.
He laid kisses on Luke’s mouth and cheek, his jaw and his neck, his collarbone and sternum, licking a path down the center of his chest to his belly button, swirling his tongue inside it. He kissed further and further down, reaching Luke’s pubic hair, and pushing his knees up and apart, he reached the base of his cock, lapping at his balls, on his way to Luke’s ass hole. And once there, he slowed down, licking all around it, in circles, getting closer and closer to its opening.
Luke’s abdomen heaved with his panting. The muscles around his entrance clenched and unclenched, as did his hands in the bed sheets. Finally Reid drew his tongue, slow and wide, over his hole.
“Fuck,” Luke whispered.
Reid repeated it.
“Jesus.”
Reid closed his eyes and proceeded to bathe Luke’s entrance with his tongue, round and round, before spearing it with his tongue’s tip.
“Holy fuck.”
Reid pressed inside more deeply and pulled out again.
Reid placed a hand on Luke’s panting belly, feeling his breathing, his muscles tightening. One of Luke’s hands fell on top of his own, and Reid was again overwhelmed with love.
He dipped his tongue in once more, pulled back…in and out, over and over, slowly…and Luke’s hand clenched and unclenched his own.
“Reid…God…Reid…”
He licked around Luke’s entrance once more and then laid several kisses against it. Lifting his head, he looked up at Luke. His legs and knees were spread wide, open and wanting…his lips parted, his half lidded eyes upon Reid…his one hand in Reid’s resting on his abdomen…his other over his head, pulling on his own hair. Reid had never…seen anything so beautiful.
Luke took the lube from beside him on the bed and passed it to him. He poured some into his own hand and spread it over his sheathed cock. Then he poured some more, warming it in his hands before spreading it on Luke’s hole, pressing two fingers deeply inside him. Luke inhaled sharply, spreading his legs farther and pulling his knees up towards his sides. One hand still pressing against Luke’s belly, Reid pumped his two fingers in and out of Luke’s beautiful hole. He slipped a third finger inside Luke, watching as he tossed his head back to the side. And then he brushed a finger gently across his prostate, just once.
Luke looked back at him darkly.
He brushed the nub once more before pulling his fingers out. Then he slowly crawled up over Luke, kneeling between his knees and looking into his eyes. He kissed his mouth deeply, thrusting his tongue inside Luke’s mouth, and Luke tasted himself, cautiously running his tongue over Reid’s own.
He looked down into Luke’s eyes once more. “You’re the most beautiful…” he began, unable to finish.
Luke bit his lip, shared a small smile, a tear.
Luke spread his legs wider and wrapped one around Reid’s back, his hand going into his curls and pulling him down for a kiss. And Reid pressed his full length inside Luke in one slow, deep thrust. Luke gripped tightly to his curls, holding his face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply. And they were still for a few moments, Reid buried deep inside Luke’s ass.
Then he pulled out almost all the way, slowly thrusting back in again.
Luke ran his hands up his back, into his hair, and down his sides, several times, eventually resting those hands on his hips.
“More, Reid.” He whispered into his hair. “Please.”
He kissed the side of Luke’s face and on over to his mouth, and then began to pull out and thrust in again, slowly at first, over and over. Luke rocked his hips up to meet him.
“Yes,” he said.
Reid was close. Hearing Luke, feeling his ass clench and unclench around his cock, just knowing how much Luke wanted him. He was so close. He brushed against Luke’s prostate, and Luke’s hands gripped his hair tightly. “Oh God.”
He was propelled forward, speeding up the tempo of his thrusts, occasionally hitting that spot that would bring those beautiful sounds from his lover.
“Jesus, Reid…oh God…yes…”
Reid couldn’t hold out any longer. The feelings, the sensations, Luke’s voice. He thrust hard and deep, finding that angle and hitting that spot, hearing Luke’s moans and cries reach a higher and higher pitch.
“Fuck…Luke…” And he came hard, emptying himself into Luke - physically and emotionally - shaking and trembling, thrusting through his orgasm, and feeling Luke’s cock empty itself, spilling his warm wetness between their bodies, Luke’s fingers digging into his hip and his curls.
He let his whole weight rest on top of Luke for a moment, his head beside Luke’s on the pillow, his semi-hard cock still in Luke’s ass, Luke’s hand on his back.
Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the lip of the condom, and held it as he slipped out. He removed it and tied it off, dropping it on the floor, and then rolled back over to face Luke. He exhaled, and laughed silently. “Wow,” he said.
Luke smiled at him, rolled onto his side and curled up close to him, wrapping an arm and a leg over him.
He held Luke silently for a few minutes, feeling completely content. No, feeling completely happy. Luke breathed and Reid felt his lips smile against his chest, his hand trailing lightly up and down his arm.
Then Luke lifted his head and bent his elbow, propping himself up on his hand, and smiled down at him. There really wasn’t anything that needed saying. They were both where they wanted to be, and neither of them needed to hear the words to know that it was true. They had just spoken it with their bodies. And their eyes echoed it right now.
Luke pulled the sheet up over them both and settled beside him once more, his arm and leg covering him again. And Reid again felt him smile against his chest, and he pulled Luke close and closed his eyes.
go to Part Twelve/
Author: PABWECG (aka Patricia)
Beta: msLUREdin
Artist: sripley
Rating: Up to NC-17
Word Count: 58,071
Summary: Luke is in Oakdale (ATWT canon, fall 2008) and Reid is in Dallas. Both of them are living their lives day to day, but each feels there's is something missing from their life. After a time they meet in Haiti doing different types of volunteer work post-earthquake. Their lives are irrevocably changed by the situation in Haiti and by their connection to each other. Meanwhile, Luke is engaged to Noah when he meets Reid...but will this change both their plans for the future?
A/N: I can’t say thank enough to msLUREdin for her wonderful and supportive beta work. She kept me going with all her encouraging comments and lavish praise, and her patience in reading this monster. THANK YOU, my dear!! Also, BIG thanks to sripley for her gorgeous artwork and her help with my posting questions! And finally, thank you to traciamc for pulling all this together and for being SO patient with me!
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Chapter 41 (Saturday Evening)
The Legim was in a covered casserole dish in the oven on low. He eyed the macaroons - which weren’t really a Haitian dish, but seemed to fit the rest of the meal so well - tempted to taste another one; he popped one in his mouth and swore he’d save the rest for later. The peppers and tomatoes were ready to be added to the rice once it was almost done. The salad was all set.
He was pretty impressed with himself, especially considering the size of the tiny kitchenette. But if the Haitians could do this over a fire, or one small burner, he could do it in a tiny American kitchen.
He stepped through the swinging door to check the living room once more. The small table was set for two with bowls, water glasses, and small plates and silverware. There was also a candle and a vase containing a few late-summer wildflowers. It looked nice, and as Reid anticipated Luke coming over, his heart began to beat a little faster.
“I love him,” he said to himself. He’d said it to Luke and to others, but saying aloud to himself at this moment, he realized just how true it was - how big it was.
“Okay focus.” He said aloud to himself. “What else do you need to do?” He looked around, saw the few unlit candles he’d placed about the room, and went to the stereo. He picked up the new CD he had purchased - authentic Haitian music - and put it down, popping in a Coleman Hawkins one for now instead.
He went into the kitchen and turned off the stove, adding the vegetables, and turned the corner to the small bedroom, walking through it to the bathroom and a quick shower. When he was finished and dry, he put on his blue shirt - the one Anne Marie had said he looked sexy in, and which Luke’s eyes had affirmed that night - a pair of loose comfortable, linen pants, and he laid down on the bed.
He wondered if Luke would stay the night. When he thought about it, his heart raced, he was filled with desire, and he felt like the happiest man on Earth. Luke here beside him, Luke in his arms all night long, making love to Luke. It was almost a paralyzing happiness - he loved Luke so much, it scared him. It made him feel powerless to have one person give him so much happiness.
But the more he thought about Luke, the more he smiled. Luke’s presence, and his own love for Luke, enlivened him.
He sat up and ran his fingers through his damp curls, opening the double glass doors and walking out into the living room once again. He lit the candles and waited. Everything was ready; now he just needed Luke to arrive. He’d never done this before, cooked for a date. And this was not just a date - cooking for a man he loved, for the man he loved. There was a first time for everything, and he had done well.
But waiting, that was definitely not his strongest attribute.
He stopped his pacing and sat down on the couch. On the table was a novel that Luke had loaned him. He’d said that he thought Reid would like it, and so far that was true. He picked it up and began reading the fourth chapter, having a more difficult time focusing than he had the previous night.
But after a while he could reconnect with the characters; and as he read he saw the story through Luke’s eyes - how Luke would admire the main character with his honest compassionate courage, and how Luke would feel angry at the antagonist for his ends-justify-the-means attitude - but even so, Luke would feel compassion for that character as well.
Reid smiled as he thought about Luke’s wise, generous heart, and he felt overwhelmed by the knowledge that Luke loved him.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
He’s here.
Reid stood with an inhale, and went straight to the door and opened it.
Luke. He breathed and took him in - his eyes and mouth, his eyes again, his broad chest, down to his waist and hips, and back up again to his eyes.
“Hi,” he said. And he smiled at Luke.
Luke licked his lips. “Hi,” he said, looking nervous but happy.
Reid inclined his head. “Come in.”
Luke stepped in and his eyes traveled about the room, taking in the sights and sounds with a genuine smile, and then they landed on Reid again, where they stopped. Luke looked happy, content, beautiful.
Reid smiled back at him with an exhale. Then he stepped up to him and stood before him, laughing quietly.
How could the pieces of one’s life fall together so quickly?
“What?” Luke asked.
Reid shook his head, still amazed by how complete his life felt. “C’mere,” he said, and they both stepped towards each other and Reid wrapped his arms around him and felt Luke’s go around his own back. And he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his smile growing.
“I’m so happy, Luke,” he said, his lips against Luke’s neck. Luke pulled back and looked at him. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”
Luke’s smiling eyes widened silently.
And then they took on a serious look, and his lips parted. His breathing became more shallow and he swallowed. He gazed at Reid hungrily. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life.”
Reid knew that the same was true for himself, and gazed with hunger back at him. “Will you stay with me tonight, Luke?”
Luke inhaled, pursed his lips, and nodded.
Reid was filled with happiness. “Good.” He smiled a breath. And then he kissed Luke - several soft kissed on his beautiful lips, which parted.
He opened his eyes and watched Luke - his eyes closed, his lips parted, his face showed how aroused he was. He fought an internal battle - take Luke now or wait until after they eat and take their time. Luke was here, in his arms, and they wanted each other - right now. He kissed Luke once more. But the food was ready, and he really wanted to feed Luke and dance with him.
He pulled back, and in a moment Luke opened his eyes and looked back at him, slightly dazed.
“Let’s eat.” Reid said.
Luke nodded silently, his breathing still shallow, his eyes going from Reid’s eyes to his mouth and back again.
Reid took a step back, putting some distance between them, and took Luke’s hand. Then he inclined his head and Luke followed him to the small table.
He nodded towards a chair. “You stay here.” He insisted, and Luke smiled and sat down.
He fetched the food - all in small bowls - and set it on the table. And when he was done, he sat down too. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He’d never done this before, and he wanted it all to be perfect. He’d never wanted things to be more perfect - never cared with other lovers about things like that.
Luke took his hand and held it in his own, resting them together on his thigh. When Reid turned his head to look at him, his eyes were closed, and he had that look of contentment on his face again. And watching him, Reid felt his own anxiety slip away. In a moment Luke opened his eyes and looked at him with a calm smile; and then he lifted Reid’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers several times.
And Reid, his hand still in Luke’s leaned over and kissed his mouth. “I love you.” He said quietly.
“You have no idea what those words do to me.” Luke said.
“I think I do.”
Luke smiled.
“You hungry?” Reid asked.
“Yeah.” Luke nodded. “And it smells so good.”
He smiled a closed lip smile, and then he served them both while Luke poured them each some water.
They ate with very little talk. Sometimes they spoke of the flavors or textures of the food, sometimes of a particular moment in a song they just heard. But mostly they ate and they tasted and they listened, and they felt the presence of the moment, just that. Which was more than enough. They fed themselves and they fed each other; they held hands, and they let them go. They drank the fresh cool water, and they tasted the spices and the sweetness, the rich a savory flavors.
And Reid was happy. A year ago he’d wondered what the meaning of it all was. He’d thought there must be more to life than successful surgery, and good food and good sex. He’d wondered why people wanted their sorry lives saved.
Well, now he knew. It was so they could taste the sweetness of peaches, and the spiciness of peppers. It was so they could hear the sensuous slide of a saxophone or the rhythmic beating of a drum. It was so they could feel the grasp of another’s hand or see the light in their eyes. It was so they could know the gratitude of saving a friend’s life from a gunshot wound, and it was feeling the arms of the person you love most in the world wrapped around you on a small cot all night long.
Sweet, bitter, spicy and rich. Laughter, tears, joy and sorrow. You could avoid these things if you lived on the surface. But if you went deep, touched the earth, and allowed yourself to be touched by others, you could have it all - the ups and downs - real life, real good life. And he wanted it.
He stood and went to the stereo, putting in the new CD. Luke’s eyes watched him from across the room. In a moment a soft solo drum quietly began its steady sound - a sensuous alluring rhythm that was irregular, yet dependable.
Reid stood still, not dancing, his eyes on Luke. A second drum entered the sound - a low slow beat, which rocked back and forth like the quiet strong tide. And Luke stood and slowly made his way towards him.
Reid stepped aside and switched off the lamp closest to him; Luke smiled and did the same, the room taking on new shadows and colors, the candles’ flickers sending flashes of subtle light onto the walls.
And their eyes found each other again. And slowly their bodies moved closer towards each other until they were standing face to face. And Reid reached out and thread the fingers of one hand into Luke’s. And that one place of contact was felt throughout their entire beings. Luke lifted his other hand and lightly ran two fingers across his forehead and through his still slightly long curls, behind his ear, down his neck, trailing down his chest to his waist. And he let his hand rest there.
Still with a few inches between them, Luke’s hand on his waist, his other clasped loosely in his own, they moved as one, dancing with the drums, the candlelight, and each other. And a steady calmness enveloped them, rooted in each other by the small places of simple, gentle contact.
Reid stepped just a little closer until he could feel the warmth radiating off of Luke’s body, and they both closed their eyes. He felt surrounded by Luke, like his presence, energy, and very being extended out far beyond the boundaries of his skin, his body. He could feel Luke all around him, and he smiled.
His hand traveled up Luke’s arm, over his shoulder, to his neck. He draped his arm around Luke’s neck and closed the distance between their bodies, resting his head on Luke’s shoulder. And Luke’s arm came around him and held him close.
Reid knew that he could stay here forever, that there was no place else that he needed to be. Turning his head, he kissed Luke’s neck lightly, several times, and then he licked a path up from his collar bone to just behind his ear, pulling Luke’s earlobe into his mouth briefly.
Luke held his breath and then let it out in a soft pant.
Reid did it again, so slowly, this time stopping to mouth his neck along the way.
Luke panted out occasional unsteady exhales.
Reid mouthed and licked him - so slowly - allowing himself to feel, and to taste, and to smell Luke, hearing his sounds, and feeling his hand grasp at his waist.
Luke’s cock began to harden against him and Reid let out his own breath, his mouth seeking and finding Luke’s pulse point. He began to suck gently on that spot, feeling Luke go almost weak in his arms. He closed suction around it and sucked more firmly. Luke’s hands went to his hair and held him there, and he sucked and licked and bit him, Luke grabbing and pulling at his curls.
He mouthed along Luke’s jaw until he came to his mouth, and his hands came up to hold Luke’s face, and he wrapped his lips around Luke’s, kissing each in turn and then both together. And their open mouths gave and received - lips and tongues exploring, hands pulling each other closer. And Reid tingled with desire.
Luke’s hand fell to his waist, pulling his body close, and then they slipped under his shirt and found his skin. Reid closed his eyes again and felt Luke’s strong hands run over him.
Luke pulled back and looked at him. “Reid,” he breathed.
“Luke,” he barely managed, his emotions beginning to overwhelm him again. Reid didn’t know when - or if - he’d ever felt scared at a moment like this. Of course, there had never been a moment like this - he’d never made love to Luke before, never made love to the man he loved. He was scared - he wasn’t sure why, but he was.
Luke laid a hand on his cheek, and softly said his name again, looking into his eyes.
Then, taking his hand, Luke walked backwards towards the bedroom. He stopped and smiled at Reid before stepping away. He walked to where a lit candle was and picked it up. Blowing out the others in the room, he carried two lit ones back and stopped beside him.
Reid smiled and opened one of the glass doors to the bedroom; then he took the candles from Luke and carried them in, placing one on the dresser and the other on a small table. Then he turned back to face Luke, who was standing just inside the door. Luke stepped closer to him and Reid did the same until, again, they were face to face - and like always, one of their hands found the other and lightly thread into each other.
“I love you,” Luke said.
Reid exhaled. He’d known, but he’d needed to know it again.
Luke took his face in his hands and kissed him, walking him slowly backwards towards the bed. When they reached it, Luke looked him in the eyes and opened the few buttons at the top of Reid’s shirt. Then he ran his fingertips down his neck and over his collarbone. His hands traced down Reid’s chest to his waist. His fingers lifted the edges of his soft, blue, linen shirt, and slipped under it, beginning to lift it up. And then he stopped.
Reid saw Luke’s eyes take him in once more, expressing so much - desire, awe, love - as he looked into his eyes, dropped his gaze to his chest, his lips parting as they slowly returned to his eyes again. He exhaled.
“What?” Reid whispered.
“I wanted you so much…that night.” And Luke’s gaze fell once more to his chest, as if remembering every detail of that evening at Mariella’s. “I would have…or I might have…” And then he was silent, neither one of them needing to express aloud what that meant - that Luke, even while engaged to Noah, had wanted Reid so much that he might have slept with him that night.
“You were so beautiful…” Luke went on in a quiet voice. “I’d been wanting you…for a while.”
“Luke,” he breathed.
And he looked at Luke, taking in his brown eyes and his full lips. And suddenly he needed to taste him, and he leaned in to lick his beautiful neck once again, taking small repeated tastes, from his collarbone to his ear, along his jaw and up to his mouth, along each lip and then slipping his tongue inside Luke’s mouth. And like earlier, it seemed as if Luke would melt against him.
Luke gently mouthed at his tongue, moaning softly. His hands slowly pushed up Reid’s shirt and they broke their kiss and let Luke pull it over his head. Luke’s eyes fell to his chest, widening with desire and awe, with a quiet exhale. And his hands lifted to explore what his eyes hadn’t been able to resist. And Reid let out a shaky breath. He’d imagined and wanted Luke’s touch for so long, and here it was - Luke’s strong warm hands trailing down his chest, feeling every inch of his skin.
But he could see from the fire in Luke’s eyes that touching wasn’t enough, as he bent to lay kisses where his hands had explored. He felt Luke’s warm lips travel over his curves and muscles, his hands holding his sides. Down he traveled, all the way to his belly button, and then he came back up to seek out a nipple. He kissed it.
Reid stood with his hands at his sides, his lips parted, looking down at Luke as he planted soft kisses on his chest, slowly making his way over to his other nipple. Once there he latched on to it and began to gently, rhythmically suck on it.
Reid bit his lip, still just watching, breathing quietly.
Luke sucked harder, his tongue flicking across the erect nub.
“Jesus.” Reid exhaled, and his hands wrapped around Luke’s head.
Luke continued to suck and lick and nip. Slowly he made his way up Reid’s neck and to his mouth once more, and he kissed Reid deeply, sucking on his mouth and pulling his lips close.
Reid’s hands dropped to Luke’s waist and quickly found their way under his shirt. There were no buttons to contend with and shortly he had it up and over Luke’s head, and off of him. His hands immediately went to Luke’s broad chest, and he trailed his thumbs up his torso and his fingertips down his sides. There was an urgent insistence coursing through him. He leaned down and found a nipple, giving it a few quick hard sucks, moved on to the other and repeated the action, nipping it with his teeth before traveling on up to his neck once more, finding his pulse point, and gently biting and sucking. He moved along Luke’s jaw and found his mouth, claiming it.
“Luke,” he said roughly, looking into his eyes, with a sudden possessiveness.
Luke stepped back and licked his lips, and looking at him, began to remove his pants. He stepped out of them and hooked his thumbs into his briefs. But Reid stepped up and stopped him. He looked fiercely into Luke’s eyes and then got down on one knee. He slowly pulled his briefs down to his thighs, gazed at Luke’s cock for a moment, and then returned his eyes to Luke’s half-lidded ones.
He breathed out a shaky breath, lowering his gaze to Luke’s cock once more. Then he leaned in and licked a slow trail from the base to the tip. Luke let out a panting breath and he repeated the motion. He wrapped a hand around Luke’s twitching cock, keeping it still, and he ran his tongue around its head before closing his mouth around it.
“Oh…” Luke panted. “My…”
He began to suck gently, his tongue exploring the shape of the head of Luke’s cock, and tasting the leaking wetness.
“Reid,” Luke softly sighed.
He allowed more of the shaft into his mouth, wrapping his lips around its pulsing heat and pulling back to the head once more.
“Jesus,” Luke breathed.
Luke made the most amazing sounds. He repeated the motion, unsure of what he loved more - the feeling of Luke in his mouth or the sounds he made. He was so responsive; Reid thought he might come simply from Luke’s intense arousal and reactions.
He stopped and pulled Luke’s briefs down the rest of the way, and Luke stepped out of them. Then he stood and removed his own loose pants and briefs all at once.
Luke’s eyes smiled at him - with desire, playfulness, and affection - and Reid thought his heart might burst. He stepped close to Luke and took his face in his hands and kissed him, never wanting his lips to be anywhere else again. Pulling back he looked into Luke’s eyes and whispered, “Luke…I love you.” His eyes roamed Luke’s face, returning again to Luke’s. “So much.” And Luke looked flooded with happiness once again, and his happiness only increased Reid’s. He felt exhilarated.
Luke gently took his face in his hands and kissed him on the mouth - then his jaw and cheek, pulling his earlobe into his mouth, across his cheek once more and down to his lips again, wrapping his own around them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
He wrapped his arms around Luke and his hands spread across the middle of his back, and he kissed him in return, pressing their bodies together. Luke’s bare cock twitched against his own, and Luke’s hands fell to his hips, holding fast to them. His own hands slid over Luke’s ass and he held him.
Luke rocked his hips, rubbing the length of his cock against Reid’s. And he quietly moaned, his eyes closed, as he continued the movement. And Reid watched him purse his lips, and then lick and bite them, his own desire increasing simply by watching and listening to this beautiful man.
“Jesus, Luke.” He said, his hands holding more tightly to Luke’s ass.
But he wanted more.
He stepped away, looked into Luke’s eyes, and then moved around the bed to pull back the covers. Then he stood still and watched as Luke’s eyes took him in from head to toe. When Luke’s eyes had returned to his own, he climbed onto the bed and lay down. Luke licked his lips, and crawled onto the bed and laid down beside him, propped up on an elbow on his side, and looking down at him.
Luke leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, his jaw, his neck and his chest, and back to his mouth again. Luke climbed on top of him, his full weight resting on him, and he pressed into him and kissed him passionately, his desire and love covering Reid like a fierce, warm, protective quilt. And Reid’s hands went around his waist, holding him there, reaching up to kiss him back, arching into him. Luke’s knee went between his thighs and their pelvises slipped closer to mesh together.
Luke continued to kiss him, seemingly unable to get enough of him, wrapping his lips around Reid’s and sucking on them, then lifting his body off of Reid’s and laying kisses on his neck and torso, down to his belly and back up again slowly, until he reached Reid’s mouth once again, which he claimed once more.
Reid had never wanted someone to want him so much as this before. And Luke wanted him; Jesus, he wanted him. And it felt so good. As Luke began to kiss his neck, Reid tilted his head to the side and his hands held Luke there, silently begging Luke to mark him, And Luke began to suck hard, Reid’s hands threading into his hair.
He began to softly pant, feeling claimed by Luke, by his lips and his hands, and his body pressing down on him.
His own hands traveled down the strong muscles of Luke’s back, and over his hips and the curves of his ass. Taking handfuls of his warm strong flesh, he cupped Luke’s ass, pressing their erections together.
Luke lifted his head and looked down into Reid’s eyes. And the desire Reid saw was clear and intense. But slowly there appeared another layer, not replacing the desire, but lying beneath it and intertwined in it. Love. Reid had never loved like this, never been loved like this. Luke’s hand ran through his hair and he laid a kiss on Reid’s cheek and his mouth; and as Luke looked down at him, Reid felt overwhelmed again - like perhaps standing in a too-bright sun, or facing water too deep.
But then Luke softly smiled down at him and Reid breathed again, somehow knowing that it was okay. This love - this life - may not be entirely under his control, but nevertheless it was okay.
And Luke kissed him again, on his mouth and his cheek, repeatedly, going deeper with each one, pressing into Reid once more, his desire building, renewed by the love they’d seen in each other’s eyes. Reid held his face in his hands, kissing him in return, claiming him from below. And Luke’s mouth opened to him, inhaling shaky breaths, and Reid - never having seen anything so beautiful - slipped his tongue inside his mouth, knowing he had to take this man.
And when Luke opened his eyes again, looking down at him and panting softly, Reid looked back at him, silently telling him that. That he was beautiful, that he loved him, that he needed him…that he would take him.
And Luke’s lips parted and he seemed to understand what Reid had silently spoken. And his own eyes answered back. That yes, he could see how much Reid wanted him, needed him. And that yes, he wanted to be taken by him.
And they both knew that there really was no taker, no receiver. That Luke was giving as he received, and that Reid was receiving as he gave. That as Luke allowed Reid to take him, he was receiving so much, and that Reid, as he took, was also relinquishing power, giving himself over to the love and desire he felt for Luke.
Luke looked down at him and took one of his hands, lifting it to his mouth. He licked Reid’s fingertips, slowly pulling two of them into his warm mouth, his tongue swirling around them, sucking on them, and coating them with his saliva. And rising to his knees, he then took that hand and placed it at his entrance.
Reid inhaled, his eyes on Luke’s and pressed the tips of his two fingers inside him. Luke exhaled, looking back at him. And then Luke kissed him again. And they stayed just like that, Reid’s fingers barely inside Luke, their lips softly touching.
Reid took his other and wrapped it around Luke’s cock, slowly pulling on it. Luke rocked his hips slightly, Reid’s fingers in his ass following him.
Luke began to pant in earnest.
Reid looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs flexing and tensing. He was so beautiful.
The tempo of his hand on Luke’s cock increased. His fingers resisted going any deeper - he needed lubrication. Luke still tried, however, to push down on his fingers nonetheless. It was time. They were both ready.
He pulled his fingers out and Luke opened his eyes halfway, looking down at him hungrily. Reid smiled up at him; it felt so good to know that Luke wanted him just as much, and that Luke wanted him inside him.
He reached for the lube and a condom from the bedside table. Luke took them from his hands, and placing the condom on the bed, he opened the lube and poured some into his hand. He took Reid’s needy shaft into his warm hands and coated it, wrapping his hands around its length and spreading it thoroughly. Reid closed his eyes, feeling Luke’s strong hands moving up and down his length. His own hands went to Luke’s hips, squeezing as he thrust upwards into Luke’s palms.
He heard the sound of the condom package being torn and opened his eyes to see it held between Luke’s teeth and the fingers of one hand. Luke removed the condom from its package and took Reid’s dick in his hand once again, rolling it on, his lubed hands running over his shaft several more times.
“God, you’re sexy.” Luke said, looking down at him.
Reid barely raised an eyebrow and then rolled Luke onto his back, hovering above him on his hands and knees.
He laid kisses on Luke’s mouth and cheek, his jaw and his neck, his collarbone and sternum, licking a path down the center of his chest to his belly button, swirling his tongue inside it. He kissed further and further down, reaching Luke’s pubic hair, and pushing his knees up and apart, he reached the base of his cock, lapping at his balls, on his way to Luke’s ass hole. And once there, he slowed down, licking all around it, in circles, getting closer and closer to its opening.
Luke’s abdomen heaved with his panting. The muscles around his entrance clenched and unclenched, as did his hands in the bed sheets. Finally Reid drew his tongue, slow and wide, over his hole.
“Fuck,” Luke whispered.
Reid repeated it.
“Jesus.”
Reid closed his eyes and proceeded to bathe Luke’s entrance with his tongue, round and round, before spearing it with his tongue’s tip.
“Holy fuck.”
Reid pressed inside more deeply and pulled out again.
Reid placed a hand on Luke’s panting belly, feeling his breathing, his muscles tightening. One of Luke’s hands fell on top of his own, and Reid was again overwhelmed with love.
He dipped his tongue in once more, pulled back…in and out, over and over, slowly…and Luke’s hand clenched and unclenched his own.
“Reid…God…Reid…”
He licked around Luke’s entrance once more and then laid several kisses against it. Lifting his head, he looked up at Luke. His legs and knees were spread wide, open and wanting…his lips parted, his half lidded eyes upon Reid…his one hand in Reid’s resting on his abdomen…his other over his head, pulling on his own hair. Reid had never…seen anything so beautiful.
Luke took the lube from beside him on the bed and passed it to him. He poured some into his own hand and spread it over his sheathed cock. Then he poured some more, warming it in his hands before spreading it on Luke’s hole, pressing two fingers deeply inside him. Luke inhaled sharply, spreading his legs farther and pulling his knees up towards his sides. One hand still pressing against Luke’s belly, Reid pumped his two fingers in and out of Luke’s beautiful hole. He slipped a third finger inside Luke, watching as he tossed his head back to the side. And then he brushed a finger gently across his prostate, just once.
Luke looked back at him darkly.
He brushed the nub once more before pulling his fingers out. Then he slowly crawled up over Luke, kneeling between his knees and looking into his eyes. He kissed his mouth deeply, thrusting his tongue inside Luke’s mouth, and Luke tasted himself, cautiously running his tongue over Reid’s own.
He looked down into Luke’s eyes once more. “You’re the most beautiful…” he began, unable to finish.
Luke bit his lip, shared a small smile, a tear.
Luke spread his legs wider and wrapped one around Reid’s back, his hand going into his curls and pulling him down for a kiss. And Reid pressed his full length inside Luke in one slow, deep thrust. Luke gripped tightly to his curls, holding his face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply. And they were still for a few moments, Reid buried deep inside Luke’s ass.
Then he pulled out almost all the way, slowly thrusting back in again.
Luke ran his hands up his back, into his hair, and down his sides, several times, eventually resting those hands on his hips.
“More, Reid.” He whispered into his hair. “Please.”
He kissed the side of Luke’s face and on over to his mouth, and then began to pull out and thrust in again, slowly at first, over and over. Luke rocked his hips up to meet him.
“Yes,” he said.
Reid was close. Hearing Luke, feeling his ass clench and unclench around his cock, just knowing how much Luke wanted him. He was so close. He brushed against Luke’s prostate, and Luke’s hands gripped his hair tightly. “Oh God.”
He was propelled forward, speeding up the tempo of his thrusts, occasionally hitting that spot that would bring those beautiful sounds from his lover.
“Jesus, Reid…oh God…yes…”
Reid couldn’t hold out any longer. The feelings, the sensations, Luke’s voice. He thrust hard and deep, finding that angle and hitting that spot, hearing Luke’s moans and cries reach a higher and higher pitch.
“Fuck…Luke…” And he came hard, emptying himself into Luke - physically and emotionally - shaking and trembling, thrusting through his orgasm, and feeling Luke’s cock empty itself, spilling his warm wetness between their bodies, Luke’s fingers digging into his hip and his curls.
He let his whole weight rest on top of Luke for a moment, his head beside Luke’s on the pillow, his semi-hard cock still in Luke’s ass, Luke’s hand on his back.
Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the lip of the condom, and held it as he slipped out. He removed it and tied it off, dropping it on the floor, and then rolled back over to face Luke. He exhaled, and laughed silently. “Wow,” he said.
Luke smiled at him, rolled onto his side and curled up close to him, wrapping an arm and a leg over him.
He held Luke silently for a few minutes, feeling completely content. No, feeling completely happy. Luke breathed and Reid felt his lips smile against his chest, his hand trailing lightly up and down his arm.
Then Luke lifted his head and bent his elbow, propping himself up on his hand, and smiled down at him. There really wasn’t anything that needed saying. They were both where they wanted to be, and neither of them needed to hear the words to know that it was true. They had just spoken it with their bodies. And their eyes echoed it right now.
Luke pulled the sheet up over them both and settled beside him once more, his arm and leg covering him again. And Reid again felt him smile against his chest, and he pulled Luke close and closed his eyes.
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