Fic: Tranches De Vie (1/?) - Of Love and Fresh Water
Title: Tranches De Vie - Of Love and Fresh Water
Author: playingwithcake
Rating: Ranging from PG to NC17. This one is PG-13 for language and implied sex
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Summary: A series of ficlets depicting (or trying to) some aspects of Reid's and Luke's lives.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. This all comes from my twisted, perverted mind.
Warning: None.
Author's Note: This series assume a mature relationship between Luke and Reid. No train. No babboon heart pediatrician. Big thanks to unifiedxdivide for the beta! You rock. Yes, you really do. :)
Luke loves watching Reid.
He doesn't ever get tired of watching this man and discreetly discovering all kinds of things he didn't know about the brilliant doctor. One of his favorite thing in the whole wide world is to watch Reid. When he sleeps. When he eats. When they have sex, or when they make love (those have quickly become two different things in Luke's mind).
Watching Reid eat was always quite the experience. Luke was always so shocked at the sheer amount of food Reid could ingest in a really short time. Luke would never, ever understand how the man could eat so much and look so fucking good, the bastard.
But it was the quasi-erotic ways in which Reid would eat that was the most fascinating for Luke. Watching him enthusiastically open his mouth, his tongue brushing slightly over his teeth to greet a forkful of pasta, or a spoonful of pudding. His lips would wrap slowly around the utensil, as his eyes would close, savoring each bite as if it was his last, as if what he was about to ingest was the most expensive caviar on earth. There would sometimes be a small moan, a muffled "Oh my GAWD, mmmmm" or just plain silence, as if eating was a religious experience for Reid. Luke often thought that it was.
But Luke's very favorite was to watch Reid when Luke is the one feeding him. There was not quite anything that would come close to how his eyes would look when Luke held a piece of juicy pink grapefruit, a slice of ripe pineapple or a few plump half bitten strawberries between two fingers, hand feeding Reid pieces after juicy pieces. Reid would have his eyes fixated on his, slowly approaching Luke, opening his mouth slightly, licking his lips in anticipation. Luke would sometimes tease him and rub the juicy fruit on Reid's lips, smearing all the sweetness there before getting closer and kissing Reid, lapping at his lips. Reid would always groan, both frustrated because he was denied food, but also turned on by the sloppy, sticky kisses Luke would peppered his mouth with. This very oral oriented foreplay most invariably led to them having sex in the most innovative of ways.
"Never would have thought you'd be such a gourmand and gourmet, Mr Snyder."