when two worlds collide chapter 2
Summary:
Popular. Jock. Outspoken. Handsome. Straight.
These are all words you would use to describe Luke Snyder
Luke's just your normal average teenager. An excellent basketball player he's on track for a full ride scholarship. His parents Lily and Damian Grimaldi couldn't be prouder and Luke's never been more popular with the kids at school. Luke however, is miserable. Isolated from the rest of his family, he's thrown himself into playing basketball only to please his parents but dreams of studying creative writing at university.
Meet Noah Mayer: Quiet. Straight A student. Bookworm
He's also gay
He's everything Luke wants to be.
So what happens when their two worlds collide?
Detention that afternoon was probably one of the easiest the teacher probably had ever had, Noah mused. He and Luke sat at opposite ends of the classroom, staring stonily and muted into their textbooks. Both of them silently seething at one another, trading glares across the room.
As soon as the teacher dismisses them, Noah is gone within an instant, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. Luke grabs his own bag and hurries after him, and catches up with Noah as he enters the bathroom.
Luke paused when he reached the door, and then slowly pushed at it, opening it as quietly as he could. Noah is standing with his back to him, at the mirror opposite. Head down he was entirely still, but for long fingers tapping on the sink in front of him and he didn't see Luke enter. He opened the door a little wider, trying to stay quiet, but the door creaked and the tiny noise alerted Noah. His whole body flinched and he whirled, body braced.
Noah looked absolutely terrified, and when their gazes collide Noah visibly recoils, eyes darting around the room, as if seeking out the best way to escape. When he speaks his voice is angry and trembling slightly
"What the hell do you want Luke, can't you just piss off and leave me the hell alone?"
"Go away!" Luke had never heard Noah raise his voice before and it echoed all around them off the bathroom walls.
Luke did exactly the opposite. He stepped into the bathroom all the way, letting the door slam shut behind him.
Noah was angry, and sick of being made fun of, picked on, enough of being the victim. There was only so much he could take.
"Do you think it’s funny? Some sort of game?" Noah said and Luke realized that he wasn't looking for a way to escape; he was looking for Kevin and the others.
"I’m not laughing, LUKE!" He shouts his name and Luke jumps. Noah made a dash for the door, but Luke is quicker, getting to Noah just as he is pulling the door open, slamming it back shut with his palm. His breath caught when he realized how close he is to Noah and how oh my god tall and long he is, and that's saying something, Luke is pretty tall himself, one of the tallest on the basketball team, and Noah is at least a head taller than he is.
Noah is facing the door, staring at it resolutely and Luke tries speaking to him softly, coaxingly
"Noah, look at me"
All he gets in response is a shake of the head and Luke sees that Noah has closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut
Luke lost his patience and something inside him snaps. He grabs Noah's arm, jerks him around and kisses him. Pressing up against him, his hands come up to hold Noah's hair, holding him in place as he lunges in and takes Noah's mouth in a hard kiss.
Noah is unyielding beneath him, unresponsive as Luke holds him in place. At least he hasn't pushed me away yet, Luke thinks to himself,
Nothing Luke does get a response Noah has his hands clenched into fists by his side and it’s almost like kissing a dummy
Luke gives an angry growl and nips at Noah's lips to make him open up and let him in and now, Noah brings one hand up and with one push, Luke is shoved away.
Not expecting it he stumbles away and falls down on his ass. Noah is glaring down at him, and at this angle, Luke can see the smallest amount of blood glistening on his lower lip.
"I’m sorry" Luke says, holding out a hand.
Noah's only response is to raise a hand and keeping Luke's gaze, slowly and deliberately wipe his hand across his lips, erasing the taste of Luke (and the blood) away. They're both trembling and Luke is breathing heavily.
Luke's whole body feels charged, like he does when he's drunk, only this time, he's pretty sure it’s from kissing Noah alone, since he hasn't had one drop at all today. Noah's blue eyes fill his vision. Luke couldn't have broken their locked stare even if his life had depended on it. This sizzling moment of connection was like nothing he'd ever felt.
Noah blinked, and in an instant the connection is broken and this time when Noah opens the door, Luke makes no move to stop him and the door thuds, echoing through the now empty bathroom and Luke stares at the closed door for a long moment before picking himself up off the floor and exciting the bathroom and heading in the opposite direction.
Noah isn’t sure what wakes him at first; he lies in bed for a moment, disorientated, hearing a thumping in his head before he realizes there's someone pounding on his front door. He catches sight of the clock and groans when he sees 2.30am blinking back at him.
He’d been unsuccessfully trying to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the memory of Luke kissing him out of his mind. He’d bolted after that, skipping out on meeting Maddie and Casey. He’d just driven around at first, aimlessly, before heading home to an empty house, his father away on a mission.
"Alright, alright I’m coming," Noah yelled out. Luckily no one else is home to be woken up by the heavy pounding on the door. He wrenches it open and is stunned to see Luke standing outside, slightly swaying on the porch, clearly inebriated.
He sighs exasperatedly at Luke, "What are you doing here?"
"I was at Kevin’s party and they were trying to hook me up and I just can’t stop thinking about our kiss and I just found myself here at your door,” Luke rambled on in a single sentence, all the while gesturing his hands wildly in the air between them.
“So you thought you’d just come on over at God knows what time and just barge your way in?”
Luke doesn’t say anything and Noah snorts in disgust. "Go away, Luke." He goes to shut the door, but Luke, who moves surprisingly fast for a drunk guy (must be the basketball reflexes, Noah thinks) puts his foot in the gap, preventing Noah from slamming the door in his face.
He overbalances though, falling through the open door and even though Noah catches him before he hits the ground, Luke is a dead weight and they slide down, legs all tangled together, and Noah ends up with a lapful of a boneless Luke. He goes to push Luke away from him, but Luke winds his arms around Noah’s neck with startling strength and he kisses Noah, wet and messy, slightly clumsy, pushing them back with force until Noah's almost horizontal on the floor.
Noah can taste the alcohol, so very strong on Luke’s breath and he tries hard to resist.
Luke tears his mouth away, panting, their mouths only inches apart, breaths mingling. Luke’s brown eyes are startlingly clear, and Noah realizes he may not be as drunk as he had been acting earlier.
"C’mon, kiss me back," Luke half whined, half moaned into Noah’s mouth and Noah can’t help himself, he tries so hard to resist. He is acutely aware of Luke and his whole body feels alive, it’s amazing how good it feels. With a moan of his own; he delves back into the wet hot heat of Luke's mouth.
Noah has one hand in Luke's hair holding him in place, the other reaching down to grab a handful of toned ass. He squeezes and Luke breaks the kiss, throwing back his head and moaning loudly, baring the long sleek line of his neck, proving too tempting for Noah to resist. He attacks, sucking soft wet kisses up and down Luke’s neck moving his way onto his collarbone, pushing his shirt out of the way. He returns to the point where Luke’s neck and shoulder meet and he bites down, laving at the skin, marking and branding Luke as his own.
Luke's hands stole under Noah's t-shirt, his fingers leaving trails of heat, bringing up goose bumps along Noah's arms. He gasps, feeling the hard heat of Noah's erection against his own, nothing but thin cotton between them.
Noah pulled them closer together, so that they were fully pressed, shoulders to knees, sliding an arm around Luke's waist to hold him firmly in place.
They groaned in unison as the pressure built up; Noah's fingers digging almost painfully into Luke's lower back while he mouthed at Luke's neck as they thrust against one another. The flimsy pyjama pants Noah’s wearing really don't conceal much and Luke can feel Noah growing harder against him. Luke slips the tips of his fingers under the elastic band and pulls them down, freeing Noah’s erection from its confinements, watching as it springs up, almost touching Noah’s belly, diving a hand down to wrap his fingers around Noah’s dick.
Noah moans as his erection is freed, cold air hitting it bringing some relief and he bites his lip, determined to hang on, to not end this too soon, wanting to come with Luke, but Luke’s crafty and crazy talented with his hands; a press to the underside of his cock, a combination of slow and fast strokes, and a quick swipe across the head of his cock, which made Noah see stars.
Luke’s strokes finally start to speed up and Noah arches up against him and moans, “Yes, Luke, just like that.” And then he twists enough to capture Luke’s mouth in a frantic kiss, tongue thrusting into Luke’s mouth. Luke twists his hand just so and suddenly Noah’s cumming so hard that his vision greys out at the edges, Luke stroking him all the way through, until Noah has to push his hand away, overly sensitized.
They are suspended in that moment. Noah panting heavily, both of them slumped up against the door, cum dripping from Luke’s fingers onto Noah’s t-shirt.
In a move that comes out of nowhere, Noah hooks his legs over Luke’s and in an instant their positions are flipped with Luke on his back beneath Noah.
Luke is helpless beneath Noah but he’s also desperate to get off and he arches up seeking the heat and contact from Noah,
"Touch me," Luke demands harshly when it seems like Noah is content to touch and tantalize. He rocks his hips up but Noah moves his hand away, instead stroking the inside of his thighs, making Luke curse out and swear at him.
"Noah," his name seems to drag out, a long drawn out moan
Noah gives in and presses a knee down, not so much to hurt but just enough to provide that friction Luke wants and is sobbing for. Noah bends down to capture Luke’s mouth in a frantic kiss, tongue thrusting and meshing together until Noah draws back to suck a Luke’s lower lip. Luke’s entire body jolts as Noah bites down and holds his lip between his teeth, a pleasant shock flowing through his body.
Luke’s already on edge, perilously close after watching Noah come. It isn’t long until he feels the heat unfurling in his belly spreading slowly throughout his limbs, into his chest, before settling in his balls. Noah knows that this combined with all the alcohol in Luke’s system that he won’t last much longer.
Noah jerks open Luke’s fly, tugging hard. Opening it only far enough so Noah can reach through the fly opening in his boxers and jerk him off. 3 rough strokes is all Luke needs to push him over the edge and he bites down on his fist to prevent himself from screaming out loud and he pulses, white bursts of pleasure, coming hard and hot over Noah’s fist.
They lay on the floor, both panting heavily. Noah is covered, his hand all sticky from Luke’s cum, his t-shirt stained with his own.
Noah reached out a hand to Luke, but he scrambles away from Noah’s touch. Luke’s slightly unsteady on his feet, hurriedly putting himself back together, stuffing himself back into his pants and doing up his fly and running his hand through his messy hair. Noah feels like he should say something but words fail him.
“Luke, wait.” Noah said, reaching out to Luke but he was gone, eerily similar to the way Noah had fled the bathroom earlier in the day.
CHAPTER 3
Popular. Jock. Outspoken. Handsome. Straight.
These are all words you would use to describe Luke Snyder
Luke's just your normal average teenager. An excellent basketball player he's on track for a full ride scholarship. His parents Lily and Damian Grimaldi couldn't be prouder and Luke's never been more popular with the kids at school. Luke however, is miserable. Isolated from the rest of his family, he's thrown himself into playing basketball only to please his parents but dreams of studying creative writing at university.
Meet Noah Mayer: Quiet. Straight A student. Bookworm
He's also gay
He's everything Luke wants to be.
So what happens when their two worlds collide?
Detention that afternoon was probably one of the easiest the teacher probably had ever had, Noah mused. He and Luke sat at opposite ends of the classroom, staring stonily and muted into their textbooks. Both of them silently seething at one another, trading glares across the room.
As soon as the teacher dismisses them, Noah is gone within an instant, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. Luke grabs his own bag and hurries after him, and catches up with Noah as he enters the bathroom.
Luke paused when he reached the door, and then slowly pushed at it, opening it as quietly as he could. Noah is standing with his back to him, at the mirror opposite. Head down he was entirely still, but for long fingers tapping on the sink in front of him and he didn't see Luke enter. He opened the door a little wider, trying to stay quiet, but the door creaked and the tiny noise alerted Noah. His whole body flinched and he whirled, body braced.
Noah looked absolutely terrified, and when their gazes collide Noah visibly recoils, eyes darting around the room, as if seeking out the best way to escape. When he speaks his voice is angry and trembling slightly
"What the hell do you want Luke, can't you just piss off and leave me the hell alone?"
"Go away!" Luke had never heard Noah raise his voice before and it echoed all around them off the bathroom walls.
Luke did exactly the opposite. He stepped into the bathroom all the way, letting the door slam shut behind him.
Noah was angry, and sick of being made fun of, picked on, enough of being the victim. There was only so much he could take.
"Do you think it’s funny? Some sort of game?" Noah said and Luke realized that he wasn't looking for a way to escape; he was looking for Kevin and the others.
"I’m not laughing, LUKE!" He shouts his name and Luke jumps. Noah made a dash for the door, but Luke is quicker, getting to Noah just as he is pulling the door open, slamming it back shut with his palm. His breath caught when he realized how close he is to Noah and how oh my god tall and long he is, and that's saying something, Luke is pretty tall himself, one of the tallest on the basketball team, and Noah is at least a head taller than he is.
Noah is facing the door, staring at it resolutely and Luke tries speaking to him softly, coaxingly
"Noah, look at me"
All he gets in response is a shake of the head and Luke sees that Noah has closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut
Luke lost his patience and something inside him snaps. He grabs Noah's arm, jerks him around and kisses him. Pressing up against him, his hands come up to hold Noah's hair, holding him in place as he lunges in and takes Noah's mouth in a hard kiss.
Noah is unyielding beneath him, unresponsive as Luke holds him in place. At least he hasn't pushed me away yet, Luke thinks to himself,
Nothing Luke does get a response Noah has his hands clenched into fists by his side and it’s almost like kissing a dummy
Luke gives an angry growl and nips at Noah's lips to make him open up and let him in and now, Noah brings one hand up and with one push, Luke is shoved away.
Not expecting it he stumbles away and falls down on his ass. Noah is glaring down at him, and at this angle, Luke can see the smallest amount of blood glistening on his lower lip.
"I’m sorry" Luke says, holding out a hand.
Noah's only response is to raise a hand and keeping Luke's gaze, slowly and deliberately wipe his hand across his lips, erasing the taste of Luke (and the blood) away. They're both trembling and Luke is breathing heavily.
Luke's whole body feels charged, like he does when he's drunk, only this time, he's pretty sure it’s from kissing Noah alone, since he hasn't had one drop at all today. Noah's blue eyes fill his vision. Luke couldn't have broken their locked stare even if his life had depended on it. This sizzling moment of connection was like nothing he'd ever felt.
Noah blinked, and in an instant the connection is broken and this time when Noah opens the door, Luke makes no move to stop him and the door thuds, echoing through the now empty bathroom and Luke stares at the closed door for a long moment before picking himself up off the floor and exciting the bathroom and heading in the opposite direction.
Noah isn’t sure what wakes him at first; he lies in bed for a moment, disorientated, hearing a thumping in his head before he realizes there's someone pounding on his front door. He catches sight of the clock and groans when he sees 2.30am blinking back at him.
He’d been unsuccessfully trying to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the memory of Luke kissing him out of his mind. He’d bolted after that, skipping out on meeting Maddie and Casey. He’d just driven around at first, aimlessly, before heading home to an empty house, his father away on a mission.
"Alright, alright I’m coming," Noah yelled out. Luckily no one else is home to be woken up by the heavy pounding on the door. He wrenches it open and is stunned to see Luke standing outside, slightly swaying on the porch, clearly inebriated.
He sighs exasperatedly at Luke, "What are you doing here?"
"I was at Kevin’s party and they were trying to hook me up and I just can’t stop thinking about our kiss and I just found myself here at your door,” Luke rambled on in a single sentence, all the while gesturing his hands wildly in the air between them.
“So you thought you’d just come on over at God knows what time and just barge your way in?”
Luke doesn’t say anything and Noah snorts in disgust. "Go away, Luke." He goes to shut the door, but Luke, who moves surprisingly fast for a drunk guy (must be the basketball reflexes, Noah thinks) puts his foot in the gap, preventing Noah from slamming the door in his face.
He overbalances though, falling through the open door and even though Noah catches him before he hits the ground, Luke is a dead weight and they slide down, legs all tangled together, and Noah ends up with a lapful of a boneless Luke. He goes to push Luke away from him, but Luke winds his arms around Noah’s neck with startling strength and he kisses Noah, wet and messy, slightly clumsy, pushing them back with force until Noah's almost horizontal on the floor.
Noah can taste the alcohol, so very strong on Luke’s breath and he tries hard to resist.
Luke tears his mouth away, panting, their mouths only inches apart, breaths mingling. Luke’s brown eyes are startlingly clear, and Noah realizes he may not be as drunk as he had been acting earlier.
"C’mon, kiss me back," Luke half whined, half moaned into Noah’s mouth and Noah can’t help himself, he tries so hard to resist. He is acutely aware of Luke and his whole body feels alive, it’s amazing how good it feels. With a moan of his own; he delves back into the wet hot heat of Luke's mouth.
Noah has one hand in Luke's hair holding him in place, the other reaching down to grab a handful of toned ass. He squeezes and Luke breaks the kiss, throwing back his head and moaning loudly, baring the long sleek line of his neck, proving too tempting for Noah to resist. He attacks, sucking soft wet kisses up and down Luke’s neck moving his way onto his collarbone, pushing his shirt out of the way. He returns to the point where Luke’s neck and shoulder meet and he bites down, laving at the skin, marking and branding Luke as his own.
Luke's hands stole under Noah's t-shirt, his fingers leaving trails of heat, bringing up goose bumps along Noah's arms. He gasps, feeling the hard heat of Noah's erection against his own, nothing but thin cotton between them.
Noah pulled them closer together, so that they were fully pressed, shoulders to knees, sliding an arm around Luke's waist to hold him firmly in place.
They groaned in unison as the pressure built up; Noah's fingers digging almost painfully into Luke's lower back while he mouthed at Luke's neck as they thrust against one another. The flimsy pyjama pants Noah’s wearing really don't conceal much and Luke can feel Noah growing harder against him. Luke slips the tips of his fingers under the elastic band and pulls them down, freeing Noah’s erection from its confinements, watching as it springs up, almost touching Noah’s belly, diving a hand down to wrap his fingers around Noah’s dick.
Noah moans as his erection is freed, cold air hitting it bringing some relief and he bites his lip, determined to hang on, to not end this too soon, wanting to come with Luke, but Luke’s crafty and crazy talented with his hands; a press to the underside of his cock, a combination of slow and fast strokes, and a quick swipe across the head of his cock, which made Noah see stars.
Luke’s strokes finally start to speed up and Noah arches up against him and moans, “Yes, Luke, just like that.” And then he twists enough to capture Luke’s mouth in a frantic kiss, tongue thrusting into Luke’s mouth. Luke twists his hand just so and suddenly Noah’s cumming so hard that his vision greys out at the edges, Luke stroking him all the way through, until Noah has to push his hand away, overly sensitized.
They are suspended in that moment. Noah panting heavily, both of them slumped up against the door, cum dripping from Luke’s fingers onto Noah’s t-shirt.
In a move that comes out of nowhere, Noah hooks his legs over Luke’s and in an instant their positions are flipped with Luke on his back beneath Noah.
Luke is helpless beneath Noah but he’s also desperate to get off and he arches up seeking the heat and contact from Noah,
"Touch me," Luke demands harshly when it seems like Noah is content to touch and tantalize. He rocks his hips up but Noah moves his hand away, instead stroking the inside of his thighs, making Luke curse out and swear at him.
"Noah," his name seems to drag out, a long drawn out moan
Noah gives in and presses a knee down, not so much to hurt but just enough to provide that friction Luke wants and is sobbing for. Noah bends down to capture Luke’s mouth in a frantic kiss, tongue thrusting and meshing together until Noah draws back to suck a Luke’s lower lip. Luke’s entire body jolts as Noah bites down and holds his lip between his teeth, a pleasant shock flowing through his body.
Luke’s already on edge, perilously close after watching Noah come. It isn’t long until he feels the heat unfurling in his belly spreading slowly throughout his limbs, into his chest, before settling in his balls. Noah knows that this combined with all the alcohol in Luke’s system that he won’t last much longer.
Noah jerks open Luke’s fly, tugging hard. Opening it only far enough so Noah can reach through the fly opening in his boxers and jerk him off. 3 rough strokes is all Luke needs to push him over the edge and he bites down on his fist to prevent himself from screaming out loud and he pulses, white bursts of pleasure, coming hard and hot over Noah’s fist.
They lay on the floor, both panting heavily. Noah is covered, his hand all sticky from Luke’s cum, his t-shirt stained with his own.
Noah reached out a hand to Luke, but he scrambles away from Noah’s touch. Luke’s slightly unsteady on his feet, hurriedly putting himself back together, stuffing himself back into his pants and doing up his fly and running his hand through his messy hair. Noah feels like he should say something but words fail him.
“Luke, wait.” Noah said, reaching out to Luke but he was gone, eerily similar to the way Noah had fled the bathroom earlier in the day.
CHAPTER 3