Skywalker and Solo-a porny one shot set in the "Hazard Pay" 'verse
Title: Skywalker and Solo 1/1
Author: Rebop13
Rating: Terribly Naughty. That is, NC-17
Characters: Noah/ OMC
Disclaimer: Not even close to being mine, no harm, no foul.
Summery: This is a one shot set in willworkfordean's wonderful, marvelous, heartbreaking, alternate "Hazard Pay 'verse. Lisa was terribly indulgent and kindly granted me permission to play with her toys, especially Jefferson Carter. If you have not read this story, OMG go here: Hazard Pay And if you have, this little "missing moment" takes place right after the most recent chapter, which can be found here:Hazard Pay Chapter 8
Author's Note: This is a first for me, diving into someone else's world. Which goes to show how enamored I am with this story, and what has happened to Noah in it, and Lisa's creation, Jeff Carter.To me, this is what fan fiction is all about-to take characters that we adore, and put them in situations that are unexpected, yet still make sense- they still retain their essential selves. I've read some AU's where the characters are so altered they don't even seem to be Luke and Noah anymore-this certainly isn't the case. To be sure, this Noah is terribly damaged, and has run so far away from Oakdale. It's as distant as the Milky Way. But as screwed up as he is, he's still our effed up Noah, going on a very surprising journey. And his partner in crime is Jeff Carter.
Now, Jeff shares more than a little resemblance to a certain silver haired journalist that Lisa and I apparently both have an unhealthy interest in. But the beauty of this story is how much Jeff has become a fully fledged, fascinating character in his own right. I know OC's are generally verboten in fan fic, but rules are meant to be broken, IMHO-if you can pull it off. And Lisa's Jeff is a real guy, not some artificial plot device-which is something I can't stand. I mean, Lisa has given so much Jeff personality I feel like I KNOW him. What's really weird is that she was writing chapter 8 while I was writing this, and we only talked in the sketchiest details about the plot- and certain things just dovetailed. Like we both knew that Jeff spoke french and read newspapers in a messy way. It was almost eerie, a major brain twin moment.
Anyway, much ado about nothing. I am beyond grateful that Lisa allowed me to write a smutty, schmoopy interlude-probably to keep me from pestering her to death. Thank you so much, sweetie!
Jefferson Davis Carter loved, more than anything, a good story.
He'd been that way since early childhood. However, the stories read to him by his nanny in his overstuffed nursery held little appeal. Jeff wasn't terribly interested in Oz or Narnia or Treasure Island. Instead, Jeff directed his insatiable curiosity towards the mysterious, baffling world of adults. He learned at a tender age that people rarely said what they actually meant. But if he stayed quiet and just listened carefully, he'd sometimes find the truth of things, discover what lurked under the surface.
And that was far more compelling than anything Lewis Carroll could ever write.
He honed his skills by being a fly on the wall, observing his dysfunctional, too rich for their damn own good family. He listened at his grandmother Edith's legendary teas, where both finger sandwiches and vicious gossip were both generously served. He listened to his mother's long, tearful phone calls, fueled by gin. He listened to his father's rambling, sometimes self pitying monologues as they drove aimlessly in his beautiful old Austin Healy roadster.
Jeff listened and learned, and tried to solve the puzzle. Perhaps, deep down he was hoping that if he did, he could find that magic formula that would help heal his parents. Make them the beautiful, happy couple that they pretended to be on the pages of Harper's Bazaar.
Unfortunately, Jeff never found it, no matter how hard he tried. And when the Dark Times came, Jeff barely survived it. The quiet, shy child was suddenly the center of the story. His family's wealth and privilege shielded him from the worst of public scrutiny, but he still felt the ghoulish interest from people who loved scandal and tragedy. To cope, he became even more aloof and distant. And when he finally remembered the truth, emancipating himself from his family was the first step. He cultivated his outsider personae even more in college. It helped him even more than anything he learned in journalism class, that detachment. He wanted to forever remove himself from the center of the drama.
But now, somehow, he was part of a story again. As his life had suddenly become very intertwined with the harrowing saga of one Noah Mayer. Who was now sound asleep in a sex rumpled bed, one long arm hanging over the mattress.
In spite of the chaos that happened in Egypt, and the emotional explosion the following day, Jeff found himself awakening at his usual time, still exhausted and anxious. He had vague, unsettling dreams, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a bit suffocated in Noah's unconscious embrace.
He slid out of bed, careful not to wake Noah, and put on a discarded pair of shorts and a white hotel robe. He made a hushed phone call to room service in flawless French and now was sitting at a small table, drinking tea. Outside, the light was thin and wintery, and it also slid enticingly over Noah's well muscled shoulders and messy dark hair. Noah always looked much younger when he slept, the guarded expression he usually wore was missing. It also revealed a man who had endured enough shit to last several lifetimes, even though he only was in his mid twenties. Jeff felt an uncharacteristic wave of tenderness as he looked at him, which explained why he was in so much trouble now.
When it came to Noah, Jeff discovered he couldn't help himself, no matter how hard he fought it.
It had been so damn easy in the beginning. Despite the mountain of personal baggage, Noah was pretty much a dream come true. Jeff had almost given up finding the right cameraman. He'd burned through six in his short TNN career, and the network was starting to seriously complain. "What the hell do you do to them, Carter?" Patty bitched at him once. "They need six months of therapy after working with you."
Then came the miracle, thanks to Hoyt. Jeff finally found the Watson to his Holmes, the Robin to his Batman, the Solo to his Skywalker. Noah embraced Jeff's mantra of 'Work Comes First' like a priest taking final vows. He was ridiculously talented, hardworking and adaptable. Nothing seemed to faze him. Not the cobra in his camera bag, the scorpion in his boot, or the embarrassing case of lice they both got in Bulgaria. Noah would cheerfully eat roasted termites handed to him by African tribesman, or drink warm yak milk. He would uncomplainingly wade through Brazilian mud, sleep standing up on a filthy Calcutta train, not bat an eye when they got shot at by Sudanese soldiers.
Noah talked when the travel got tedious, and was funny and smart and interesting. He also knew when to shut the hell up when Jeff needed to think. He was able to to blend chameleon-like into the background while Jeff was doing an interview, could compose an arresting shot worthy of a John Ford movie in seconds. Even better, Noah was able to anticipate what Jeff wanted before the words even left his mouth. Pretty much the only thing that annoyed Jeff was Noah's nervous smoking habit, but he also rather enjoyed nagging him about it.
He surprised himself more than a little by taking Noah to bed-it was a gigantic risk, playing with a bonfire while wearing gasoline soaked clothes. Jeff had worked very hard to get where he was, and becoming the 'queer journalist' was about the last thing he wanted as a reputation. But Noah was a person he instinctively knew he could trust. Besides, the man was fucking gorgeous, and could turn a saint into a sinner. He was incredible in bed, and while Jeff loved the sex, he also discovered he liked the intimate aftermath just as much, another surprise. There was nothing better than lazing in bed with Noah, talking about their day, sleepily laughing and dozing. Jeff had gotten very used to the cozy feel of Noah's long body wrapped around his.
And then came that awful moment in that nameless square in Cairo, where Noah had basically gone crazy. Those angry punks had nothing on his lover, and the unthinking rage that Jeff witnessed almost made him piss himself. There was nothing of the warm, shy man he'd come to know. It made him panic, and say stupid, very hurtful things. It was only later that he realized the the demon inside Noah had come out not to destroy, like his father-but to protect someone.
Him.
Jeff sighed and drained his cup of his now very cool Earl Grey. It was now time that he used his highly touted reporter's skills on his most difficult subject: himself. And there was no room any more for the steaming pile of bullshit he'd been feeding both Noah and, most of all, Jefferson Davis Carter. Egypt had proven that beyond a doubt, that they weren't just "friends with benefits" or "'colleagues" anymore.
He'd taken the first step by telling Noah a secret that he'd thought he'd carry to his grave. It had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done, in a life full of really tough choices. And the aftermath had been such a fucking relief, because he knew he could trust Noah, since Noah knew all about the Dark Times too.
With a sigh, he carefully put down his cup and decided it was time to stop fretting like some dithery maiden aunt, and just get on with it. After all, this was his general approach to pretty much everything else. With a slight smile, he went back to the bed, shrugging off the robe and clambering over the slightly snoring Noah. Noah stirred and rolled over, just as Jeff slid under the comforter.
"You're cold." Noah mumbled."C'mere." He then drew Jeff close, drenching him in delicious, naked Noah body heat. Jeff gave a grateful sigh.
"Time izzit?" Noah asked muzzily, still not opening his eyes. "We gotta get going?"
Jeff gently stroked the side of Noah's face, fingers grazing against beard stubble. "Still really early. And we're staying put for awhile, Solo. You apparently, have a pretty serious flu bug, one that needs a lot of TLC."
Noah suddenly opened his eyes, blinking a little in the light. "For an obsessive compulsive workaholic, this scofflaw act is coming pretty easily to you. Should I worry?"
Jeff chuckled. "Nah. Even those cursed with OCD need to recharge their batteries once awhile. Besides, while you may not have beri-beri or chicken pox, you still have some healing to do, son. That black eye of yours is turning all sorts of interesting colors. Does it hurt?"
Noah's smile got a bit wider. "I can't keep my tough guy rep and actually answer that question, Carter."
Jeff brushed some hair away from Noah's forehead. "You're right." he said very, very softly." But let me kiss it better, just in case." he leaned forward and very carefully pressed his lips on Noah's bruised skin. When he drew back, he saw that Noah had crumbled, and his eyes were suspiciously bright.
"Thank you." he whispered raggedly. "That does feel much better." Then he tilted Jeff's chin up and gave him a long, sweet kiss on the mouth.
Jeff sighed into it, as he loved to kiss Noah. His lips were warm and soft, and he made this incredibly sexy little noise, like a fat tabby cat purring in a sunny window seat. This particular kiss was slow and reverent, and tasted a bit salty. Jeff soon realized he was tasting Noah's tears. He felt something crumble within himself as well.
The kisses deepened and intensified, with Noah still making that sweet, erotic purr, and Jeff now making a few noises of his own, mostly moans. He ran his hands over Noah's broad shoulders, the muscles smooth and solid as river rock. He arched up in pleasure as Noah finally allowed him to breath, as he used his talented mouth elsewhere. Noah traced Jeff's pale skin with lips, teeth and tongue, leaving bites and kisses on the base of his throat, nipples, ribs, belly. Jeff got a little lost in the heady sensations, fingers desperately clutching the sheets.
"Damn, that feels sooo good." Jeff finally gasped.
Noah paused somewhere in the vicinity of Jeff's boxers, now tented like a Sioux tepee. He looked up, dark blue eyes crinkled up in huge amusement. "Da-yum, ah'm glad." he teased. "Love how southern you get when you're all hot and bothered."
Jeff burst out laughing, attempting to swat at him, and missed him by a good three inches. "You sound like Foghorn Leghorn, idiot. Don't you have better things to do than mock me?"
Noah's smile became almost feral." You're right. I do." He gave the delicate skin near Jeff's crotch and hipbone a playful bite, raising a bruise, and while Jeff was distracted by the delicious pain, Noah pulled down Jeff's shorts, letting his cock hit the cool air. It wasn't neglected for long-Noah licked a long stripe down it's wet, aching length, toying with him for a few seconds. Then he got down to business, as Noah loved giving head just as much as Jeff did.
Jeff was pretty sure his accent was getting even more pronounced as he grunted out, "yeah" and 'goddamn!' and 'fuck, yes!' as Noah sucked and hummed and teased. Then he was reduced to just loud, desperate moans when Noah got even more merciless, rolling his tightened balls with calloused fingers, then determinedly licking his way into Jeff's most private place. Jeff shamelessly opened up like a drunken slut on New Year's Eve, head lolling back on the sweaty pillow as Noah expertly found that delicious, secret spot that made his cock jump.
He was close, so close, dancing on the edge of an inferno. He fought the temptation to grab his cock and make himself come, as he wanted something more. He managed to half shout, "Stop, stop!"
Noah immediately raised his head, cheeks flushed with his own arousal, lips swollen and wet. Before Noah had time to look worried, Jeff gasped raggedly."Don't wanna come just yet. I-I want-"
And Noah, still apparently good at guessing Jeff's needs, gave him a wobbly smile, eyes full of cautious understanding. "Shhh-I got this."
Then he reached for the half empty bottle of lube from the nightstand and one of the trojans. Jeff watched in prickly anticipation, heart thudding rapidly against his ribs as Noah slid the condom over his heavy cock, hands shaking a little. So damn gorgeous, his lover, sharp cheekbones shadowed, ribs and narrow hipbones etched in the half light, strong chest beaded with sweat. Noah bit his lower lip as he smeared his cock with lube, making it shine obscenely. Then he took Jeff's breath away as he slicked up his fingers and pushed one inside, up to the knuckle. Then two. Then three. Jeff moaned his approval with each careful step, as it felt so fucking good, and he still wanted more.
When Noah paused for a second, slightly unsure, Jeff said bluntly, "C'mon and fuck me already, Solo." Noah cracked a grin as Jeff made it even more obvious by spreading his legs wide, signaling that he wanted to be screwed through the mattress. It was something that Jeff didn't do very often-too much of an admittedly bossy, toppy control freak. But Jeff knew he needed to be vulnerable right now, just like Noah needed to be in charge. Every wall between them needed to finally fall for whatever it was between them to work.
In spite of the prep, it still fucking hurt at first, and Jeff's arousal flagged for a bit. Noah completely froze at the first wince, stilling his hips. "Jeff…"
"Hush up." Jeff breathed through it, made his body relax. And after few seconds, the pain ebbed, and he felt full, connected. He wrapped his legs tighter around Noah's waist, pulling him in deeper. Noah's whole body shuddered, and a helpless, deep groan rumbled through him. Then he began to move, very slowly at first. Jeff pushed up, meeting his thrusts, and when he slightly angled his body, suddenly it was like all his synapses fired at once, that big, beautiful cock hitting his prostate like it was striking sparks. .
Jeff was crying out something that could have been french, vietnamese or pig latin, and Noah was looking down at him, hair sticking to his forehead in sweaty tendrils, eyes blazing bright, like blue coals. Gorgeous, gorgeous eyes that had once been vacant and blind. He hoped that Noah never looked at Luke this way, this mixture of intense, hungry desire and sweet tenderness. Jeff discovered he craved that look, and he greedily wanted to keep it for himself for a long, long time.
And that jealous thought abruptly ended when Noah fisted Jeff's cock in time to his short, rough thrusts. Jeff was suddenly coming so hard, the walls of the room seemed to waver and melt. His head banged against the headboard, and he sang out a long, wild moan, that sounded like "Noooaaahhh!" Noah came hard too, back arched, all the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. Jeff caught him as he collapsed on top of him, smelling like sweat and sex and Noah. They panted into each other's mouths as they sloppily kissed, both of their bodies shaking in perfect time. He suspected Noah was crying again.
Jeff wanted to say something deep and profound and reassuring, but for once, words failed him. Instead he just held Noah tighter, his face buried in his long neck, silently rocking him, stroking exhausted patterns on his back. After awhile, he was vaguely aware of Noah moving, and felt little kisses and warm breath on his face. Then he tumbled into a deep, lovely sleep.
****
He woke up to the smell of coffee and cigarettes. He stretched out on the bed, finding it empty, and finally opened his eyes. He blinked in what looked like late afternoon sun on a far wall, and heard distant traffic noises. He rolled over and saw Noah, sitting in a chair near a window. He'd opened it slightly, letting the smoke from the cigarette in his lips drift outside. He was dressed in Jeff's favorite outfit, an old white tank top so old it had gotten grey and thin from multiple washings. It clung obscenely to his muscles and accentuated those wide, tanned shoulders even further. An disreputable pair of loose grey sweat pants completed the look, one with a holes in both knees. His big feet were bare.
Noah was frowning and cleaning a camera lens with a tiny brush, babying it like a newborn duckling. A pair of glasses were perched on the end of his nose. Jeff thought he could look at this scene forever and never ever tire of it, but Noah sensed something and finally looked up. He gave Jeff a sweet, pointy toothed smile.
"Hey."
"Hey."Jeff smiled back. He sat up and stretched. "Coffee?"
Noah pointed to a table, where there was a pot on a tray, along with some intriguing covered dishes. "Coffee. And food."
"Good man."Jeff approved heartily. He rubbed his face and climbed out of bed buck naked, taking his time putting on a discarded bathrobe. He cold feel Noah's admiring eyes on him and enjoyed putting on a little show. Then he ambled over to the table and found, not only bacon, but muffins and jam. Noah had also thoughtfully ordered copies of Le Monde, the London and New York Times and the Washington Post. He ruffled through the papers and unceremoniously crunched through some cold bacon, and then smeared a liberal amount of apricot jam on an english muffin. He poured out a cup of coffee, added two sugars and walked over to Noah, both coffee and muffin in hand.
Noah took off his glasses and stowed the lens back in his bag. He stubbed out the cigarette in an actual ash tray, since this was Europe. Jeff sat on the arm of the chair, and Noah's hand snaked up his back to support him. Jeff squinted outside at at a church spire where pigeons were circling. The sky was iron grey and full of the possibility of snow. Noah rubbed his back in small circles while Jeff ate his muffin. He treasured moments like these, because while they were wordless, he and Noah were kind of talking anyway.
"I think I'm going to take a nice, long bath." Jeff finally said. He extended the last bite of muffin to Noah, who ate it from his hand, and then playfully licked off the jam from his fingers. The sight made a little hot thrill go through him, since it was sexy as hell. "You, uh, care to join me?" he said, a little more steadily than he felt.
Noah grinned up at him. "Sure. Sounds nice."
Jeff got up and padded to the bathroom coffee still in hand, Noah following. It was bright and cold and tiled, and Jeff saw that Noah had thoughtfully stowed both their toiletry bags on the counter. While Jeff set his coffee cup at the side of the tub, Noah turned on the tap and proceeded to fill it with hot, steaming water. On a whim, Jeff grabbed a small courtesy bottle of something from the hotel, and cracked it open, emptying it in the swirling water. It immediately started to foam.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "A bubble bath? Really?" He took the container from Jeff and squinted at the label. "And lavender and verbena no less."
"Well, now you know I'm a lavender and verbena kind of guy." Jeff shrugged off his robe. "Get you ass in the tub, Solo, and quit bitching." Jeff clambered in the tub and stretched out with a sigh, as it felt like heaven. Even better was watching Noah strip in the steamy air and settle down between Jeff's legs. Noah cleverly turned off the tap with his foot, and groaned with pleasure.
"I guess that this is not too girly for you after all." Jeff said after a luxurious minute, kissing the side of Noah's face.
"Who am I to argue with the restorative powers of lavender and whatever the hell verbena is." Noah chuckled.
"It's an herb with a lemony scent-it's latin name means 'sacred bough'." Jeff said, grinning.
Noah snorted with laughter."You would fucking know that."
"Gotta justify that incredibly expensive prep school education." Jeff picked up his coffee and took a gratifying sip.
Before he set it down, Noah grabbed the cup and took a swallow of his own. He made a face. "You use too much sugar. I can't taste any coffee."
"Well, yours can peel paint, asshole" Jeff said mildly. He traced the dark vee of hair on the back of Noah's neck with a thumb, wondering if he had nerve to take this step, even though he needed to.
"Hey. Want to play reporter?"
Noah set the cup back on the floor. "Reporter?"
Jeff took a deep breath. "I get to ask you a tough question, then you get to ask me one. I figure it's about time we really start being honest about…well, everything."
For a moment all Jeff could hear was the drip of water from the tap. There was a hint of real fear in Noah's voice when he finally spoke. "Okay."
Jeff slid his hands around Noah's broad chest, resting one palm above his very brave heart."What was it like being blind?"
Jeff could feel every muscle in Noah's body tense up. When he spoke, his voice was distant and strained. "It was like…being suffocated. Everything scared me, nothing was familiar. Things that would normally take me five seconds to do took a half hour or more, or were suddenly impossible. I couldn't read people anymore, either, since I couldn't see their expressions. Sometimes I was glad, because I didn't want to see their pity. I felt utterly helpless and frustrated and was angry all the time. Because the accident was my fault, you know. But I wanted to blame everyone else." Namely Luke, Jeff thought. "I thought I had lost everything, and my life was over. Then, um, when I could see again, I found that I had lost it all anyway, and that my life was never going to be the same."
Oh, baby. Jeff kissed the side of Noah's head, where he could feel the surgical scars under his hair. It was hard to imagine Noah going through such hell, especially since he was such independent, proud creature-much like himself. Fuck Snyder and fuck Oliver for nearly ruining him. "Well, I for one, am very glad you ended up at that bar in San Pedro Sula." Jeff said finally.
"And I'm very glad that poor old Elvis got bad case of Montezuma's revenge." The distress in Noah's voice was gone. Good. "Now. My turn."
Jeff braced himself, as it was usually the questions were about all that money or his eternally screwed up family.Things that Noah had been so far, not remotely curious about, something that Jeff truly appreciated. But the question actually surprised him.
"Ever been in love?"
Jeff blinked, then answered truthfully, "No."
Noah traced Jeff's fingers, rubbing the knuckles. "Why not?"
"Lots of reasons. When I finally came to terms with being gay-and trust me, it was a struggle-I always felt I had to be discreet. Not because I was ashamed or gave a shit what my family thought, but because I was sick of being a topic of discussion in gossip columns. That and the fact that the men I ended up hooking up with were by and large interested in all that money and the Carter name-not me, not really."
Jeff laid his head on Noah's shoulder. "But…if I'm going to really honest with you, Solo-the biggest reason is what happened with my parents. They were two people that started out loving each other and ended up in this tragic, sick train wreck. And the worst part was at the end, I think my dad still loved my mother, even though he hated her, too. They just couldn't stop the carnage-you know? I guess I'm too cowardly to go down that particular road."
Well, maybe not completely cowardly. I seem to be hurtling down that freeway with you, Noah Mayer. In spite of my best efforts to put on the brakes. I think my life would be over now, without you in it.
"I understand that, Jeff." Noah picked up his hand and kissed it."I ended up really hurting…someone I loved more than anything. And I sure as hell don't want to hurt you." He suddenly turned and looked at him, water sloshing a little over the sides of the tub. "So…what are we, exactly?"
Jeff made himself look directly into the fierce blue gaze."Well, I always thought 'boyfriends' sounded like high school, and 'lovers' is something out of a dumb romance novel. I think we're both too fucked up and battle scarred for that nonsense. Me…I'd like fellow traveler. A partner. Someone who always has my back."
That seemed to satisfy Noah, because he gave him a glorious, sweet grin that took Jeff's breath away. And then he was rewarded with a kiss that made breathing even more difficult.
They kissed long and deep, making the water and suds slosh over the sides of the tub. Noah's skin was smooth and slick, like a dolphins. Jeff held the sides of Noah's narrow head in his hands, pressed love bites on his throat. He felt the heated length of Noah's cock under the water, rubbing against his own, doing an obscene underwater dance. Then Jeff stood up, sending even more water on the floor. He grabbed Noah's arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him against the tiles. "Stay. Right. There." he ordered.
Jeff avoided stepping on the coffee cup and grabbed his toiletry bag, where he was pretty damn sure he had something besides shampoo and shaving cream. He was right and returned to the tub, and nearly dropped the lube and the trojan in the water, as Noah was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes, skin flushed and wet from the tub. He was stroking his big cock in anticipation, the reddened head popping through his circled fingers.
God.
Damn.
Jeff grabbed Noah's wrist and stopped him. "Mine." he growled. "All mine." Jeff wasn't in the mood for a lot of foreplay and neither, apparently, was Noah. Noah grabbed the condom from Jeff and tore it open, then quickly slid it down Jeff's now aching length. Jeff got with the program and uncapped the lube, spinning Noah around to face the wall. "Gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk, " Jeff purred in Noah's ear, and Noah shuddered, spreading his legs to give Jeff access.
Jeff took full advantage, stroking that sweet little ass, pushing slick fingers inside his lover's tight, hot channel. Noah's hands squeaked against the tiles, he was trying to hold on to something as Jeff tormented him, finding that hard pleasure knot inside. Noah writhed and grunted and pushed back against Jeff's hands. "God, Jeff-god. Please, please, pleeeease." he chanted desperately between gasps.
"I got you, sweetheart, I got you." Jeff murmured, turning him around again, more gently this time. "I want to see your face when I make you come."
It took a little maneuvering, but they managed. Jeff shoved Noah in the corner of the tub and Noah managed to hold on to the shower curtain rod for balance. Jeff bent low and after a bit of fumbling, found his goal, and he moaned loud as he slid home."Yeah." he said, biting Noah's ear."Yeah." It was both awkward and erotic as hell, with Noah's cock and balls pressed tight between their bellies, now dripping with both sweat and water. Noah wrapped one leg around Jeff's waist, trying to urge him deeper. And Jeff wanted to go deep and stay inside that sweet body for fucking ever. But all too soon his balls tightened and his thrusts stuttered, He found Noah's lips and gave him a fierce kiss as he came, moaning into his mouth.
Noah steadied him as his legs shook and felt like warm jello. Jeff rested his head against Noah's chest as he reached between them, and Noah whimpered a little anticipation. "Come for me, Noah." Jeff commanded, fisting Noah's harder than hard cock. It only took a few rough strokes, and there was a fountain of hot come, splattering Jeff's chest, up to the nipples. Noah's eyes went dark and the bathroom echoed with his almost painful howl.
That's right, Jeff thought. Let it go, baby. Leave the past behind. Forget the blindness, the hurt, the betrayal. Forget Reid Oliver.
Forget Luke.
They held each other, both trembling. Jeff gave him a soft kiss and a wry smile. "I think we need to clean up again."
"I think you might be right." Noah said, kissing him back.
They drained the tub, and took a cold bracing shower. They also ran out of towels, drying each other off and mopping up the mess they made on the bathroom floor. Things finally set to rights, they both left the bathroom naked, bare skin flushed from the sex and the shower. They both flopped on the bed, still a little damp. Noah drew a sheet over the both of them, resting his head on Jeff's chest.
"Sleepy." he said with lazy satisfaction. "I think I like being a no good bum."
"Don't get to used to it, Mayer. I'm gonna work your cute ass off after this little luxurious break is over. I'll call Patty and see if there's anything interesting brewing in Mongolia."
Noah snorted. "Doesn't scare me."
"How about Guam?" Jeff teased, getting sleepy himself. "Or better yet, Tierra del Fuego?"
"Doesn't matter where we are, Carter." Noah said, snuggling closer. "Long as we're partners."
"Partners." Jeff whispered back.
And secretly hoping they would be that way forever.
Author: Rebop13
Rating: Terribly Naughty. That is, NC-17
Characters: Noah/ OMC
Disclaimer: Not even close to being mine, no harm, no foul.
Summery: This is a one shot set in willworkfordean's wonderful, marvelous, heartbreaking, alternate "Hazard Pay 'verse. Lisa was terribly indulgent and kindly granted me permission to play with her toys, especially Jefferson Carter. If you have not read this story, OMG go here: Hazard Pay And if you have, this little "missing moment" takes place right after the most recent chapter, which can be found here:Hazard Pay Chapter 8
Author's Note: This is a first for me, diving into someone else's world. Which goes to show how enamored I am with this story, and what has happened to Noah in it, and Lisa's creation, Jeff Carter.To me, this is what fan fiction is all about-to take characters that we adore, and put them in situations that are unexpected, yet still make sense- they still retain their essential selves. I've read some AU's where the characters are so altered they don't even seem to be Luke and Noah anymore-this certainly isn't the case. To be sure, this Noah is terribly damaged, and has run so far away from Oakdale. It's as distant as the Milky Way. But as screwed up as he is, he's still our effed up Noah, going on a very surprising journey. And his partner in crime is Jeff Carter.
Now, Jeff shares more than a little resemblance to a certain silver haired journalist that Lisa and I apparently both have an unhealthy interest in. But the beauty of this story is how much Jeff has become a fully fledged, fascinating character in his own right. I know OC's are generally verboten in fan fic, but rules are meant to be broken, IMHO-if you can pull it off. And Lisa's Jeff is a real guy, not some artificial plot device-which is something I can't stand. I mean, Lisa has given so much Jeff personality I feel like I KNOW him. What's really weird is that she was writing chapter 8 while I was writing this, and we only talked in the sketchiest details about the plot- and certain things just dovetailed. Like we both knew that Jeff spoke french and read newspapers in a messy way. It was almost eerie, a major brain twin moment.
Anyway, much ado about nothing. I am beyond grateful that Lisa allowed me to write a smutty, schmoopy interlude-probably to keep me from pestering her to death. Thank you so much, sweetie!
Jefferson Davis Carter loved, more than anything, a good story.
He'd been that way since early childhood. However, the stories read to him by his nanny in his overstuffed nursery held little appeal. Jeff wasn't terribly interested in Oz or Narnia or Treasure Island. Instead, Jeff directed his insatiable curiosity towards the mysterious, baffling world of adults. He learned at a tender age that people rarely said what they actually meant. But if he stayed quiet and just listened carefully, he'd sometimes find the truth of things, discover what lurked under the surface.
And that was far more compelling than anything Lewis Carroll could ever write.
He honed his skills by being a fly on the wall, observing his dysfunctional, too rich for their damn own good family. He listened at his grandmother Edith's legendary teas, where both finger sandwiches and vicious gossip were both generously served. He listened to his mother's long, tearful phone calls, fueled by gin. He listened to his father's rambling, sometimes self pitying monologues as they drove aimlessly in his beautiful old Austin Healy roadster.
Jeff listened and learned, and tried to solve the puzzle. Perhaps, deep down he was hoping that if he did, he could find that magic formula that would help heal his parents. Make them the beautiful, happy couple that they pretended to be on the pages of Harper's Bazaar.
Unfortunately, Jeff never found it, no matter how hard he tried. And when the Dark Times came, Jeff barely survived it. The quiet, shy child was suddenly the center of the story. His family's wealth and privilege shielded him from the worst of public scrutiny, but he still felt the ghoulish interest from people who loved scandal and tragedy. To cope, he became even more aloof and distant. And when he finally remembered the truth, emancipating himself from his family was the first step. He cultivated his outsider personae even more in college. It helped him even more than anything he learned in journalism class, that detachment. He wanted to forever remove himself from the center of the drama.
But now, somehow, he was part of a story again. As his life had suddenly become very intertwined with the harrowing saga of one Noah Mayer. Who was now sound asleep in a sex rumpled bed, one long arm hanging over the mattress.
In spite of the chaos that happened in Egypt, and the emotional explosion the following day, Jeff found himself awakening at his usual time, still exhausted and anxious. He had vague, unsettling dreams, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a bit suffocated in Noah's unconscious embrace.
He slid out of bed, careful not to wake Noah, and put on a discarded pair of shorts and a white hotel robe. He made a hushed phone call to room service in flawless French and now was sitting at a small table, drinking tea. Outside, the light was thin and wintery, and it also slid enticingly over Noah's well muscled shoulders and messy dark hair. Noah always looked much younger when he slept, the guarded expression he usually wore was missing. It also revealed a man who had endured enough shit to last several lifetimes, even though he only was in his mid twenties. Jeff felt an uncharacteristic wave of tenderness as he looked at him, which explained why he was in so much trouble now.
When it came to Noah, Jeff discovered he couldn't help himself, no matter how hard he fought it.
It had been so damn easy in the beginning. Despite the mountain of personal baggage, Noah was pretty much a dream come true. Jeff had almost given up finding the right cameraman. He'd burned through six in his short TNN career, and the network was starting to seriously complain. "What the hell do you do to them, Carter?" Patty bitched at him once. "They need six months of therapy after working with you."
Then came the miracle, thanks to Hoyt. Jeff finally found the Watson to his Holmes, the Robin to his Batman, the Solo to his Skywalker. Noah embraced Jeff's mantra of 'Work Comes First' like a priest taking final vows. He was ridiculously talented, hardworking and adaptable. Nothing seemed to faze him. Not the cobra in his camera bag, the scorpion in his boot, or the embarrassing case of lice they both got in Bulgaria. Noah would cheerfully eat roasted termites handed to him by African tribesman, or drink warm yak milk. He would uncomplainingly wade through Brazilian mud, sleep standing up on a filthy Calcutta train, not bat an eye when they got shot at by Sudanese soldiers.
Noah talked when the travel got tedious, and was funny and smart and interesting. He also knew when to shut the hell up when Jeff needed to think. He was able to to blend chameleon-like into the background while Jeff was doing an interview, could compose an arresting shot worthy of a John Ford movie in seconds. Even better, Noah was able to anticipate what Jeff wanted before the words even left his mouth. Pretty much the only thing that annoyed Jeff was Noah's nervous smoking habit, but he also rather enjoyed nagging him about it.
He surprised himself more than a little by taking Noah to bed-it was a gigantic risk, playing with a bonfire while wearing gasoline soaked clothes. Jeff had worked very hard to get where he was, and becoming the 'queer journalist' was about the last thing he wanted as a reputation. But Noah was a person he instinctively knew he could trust. Besides, the man was fucking gorgeous, and could turn a saint into a sinner. He was incredible in bed, and while Jeff loved the sex, he also discovered he liked the intimate aftermath just as much, another surprise. There was nothing better than lazing in bed with Noah, talking about their day, sleepily laughing and dozing. Jeff had gotten very used to the cozy feel of Noah's long body wrapped around his.
And then came that awful moment in that nameless square in Cairo, where Noah had basically gone crazy. Those angry punks had nothing on his lover, and the unthinking rage that Jeff witnessed almost made him piss himself. There was nothing of the warm, shy man he'd come to know. It made him panic, and say stupid, very hurtful things. It was only later that he realized the the demon inside Noah had come out not to destroy, like his father-but to protect someone.
Him.
Jeff sighed and drained his cup of his now very cool Earl Grey. It was now time that he used his highly touted reporter's skills on his most difficult subject: himself. And there was no room any more for the steaming pile of bullshit he'd been feeding both Noah and, most of all, Jefferson Davis Carter. Egypt had proven that beyond a doubt, that they weren't just "friends with benefits" or "'colleagues" anymore.
He'd taken the first step by telling Noah a secret that he'd thought he'd carry to his grave. It had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done, in a life full of really tough choices. And the aftermath had been such a fucking relief, because he knew he could trust Noah, since Noah knew all about the Dark Times too.
With a sigh, he carefully put down his cup and decided it was time to stop fretting like some dithery maiden aunt, and just get on with it. After all, this was his general approach to pretty much everything else. With a slight smile, he went back to the bed, shrugging off the robe and clambering over the slightly snoring Noah. Noah stirred and rolled over, just as Jeff slid under the comforter.
"You're cold." Noah mumbled."C'mere." He then drew Jeff close, drenching him in delicious, naked Noah body heat. Jeff gave a grateful sigh.
"Time izzit?" Noah asked muzzily, still not opening his eyes. "We gotta get going?"
Jeff gently stroked the side of Noah's face, fingers grazing against beard stubble. "Still really early. And we're staying put for awhile, Solo. You apparently, have a pretty serious flu bug, one that needs a lot of TLC."
Noah suddenly opened his eyes, blinking a little in the light. "For an obsessive compulsive workaholic, this scofflaw act is coming pretty easily to you. Should I worry?"
Jeff chuckled. "Nah. Even those cursed with OCD need to recharge their batteries once awhile. Besides, while you may not have beri-beri or chicken pox, you still have some healing to do, son. That black eye of yours is turning all sorts of interesting colors. Does it hurt?"
Noah's smile got a bit wider. "I can't keep my tough guy rep and actually answer that question, Carter."
Jeff brushed some hair away from Noah's forehead. "You're right." he said very, very softly." But let me kiss it better, just in case." he leaned forward and very carefully pressed his lips on Noah's bruised skin. When he drew back, he saw that Noah had crumbled, and his eyes were suspiciously bright.
"Thank you." he whispered raggedly. "That does feel much better." Then he tilted Jeff's chin up and gave him a long, sweet kiss on the mouth.
Jeff sighed into it, as he loved to kiss Noah. His lips were warm and soft, and he made this incredibly sexy little noise, like a fat tabby cat purring in a sunny window seat. This particular kiss was slow and reverent, and tasted a bit salty. Jeff soon realized he was tasting Noah's tears. He felt something crumble within himself as well.
The kisses deepened and intensified, with Noah still making that sweet, erotic purr, and Jeff now making a few noises of his own, mostly moans. He ran his hands over Noah's broad shoulders, the muscles smooth and solid as river rock. He arched up in pleasure as Noah finally allowed him to breath, as he used his talented mouth elsewhere. Noah traced Jeff's pale skin with lips, teeth and tongue, leaving bites and kisses on the base of his throat, nipples, ribs, belly. Jeff got a little lost in the heady sensations, fingers desperately clutching the sheets.
"Damn, that feels sooo good." Jeff finally gasped.
Noah paused somewhere in the vicinity of Jeff's boxers, now tented like a Sioux tepee. He looked up, dark blue eyes crinkled up in huge amusement. "Da-yum, ah'm glad." he teased. "Love how southern you get when you're all hot and bothered."
Jeff burst out laughing, attempting to swat at him, and missed him by a good three inches. "You sound like Foghorn Leghorn, idiot. Don't you have better things to do than mock me?"
Noah's smile became almost feral." You're right. I do." He gave the delicate skin near Jeff's crotch and hipbone a playful bite, raising a bruise, and while Jeff was distracted by the delicious pain, Noah pulled down Jeff's shorts, letting his cock hit the cool air. It wasn't neglected for long-Noah licked a long stripe down it's wet, aching length, toying with him for a few seconds. Then he got down to business, as Noah loved giving head just as much as Jeff did.
Jeff was pretty sure his accent was getting even more pronounced as he grunted out, "yeah" and 'goddamn!' and 'fuck, yes!' as Noah sucked and hummed and teased. Then he was reduced to just loud, desperate moans when Noah got even more merciless, rolling his tightened balls with calloused fingers, then determinedly licking his way into Jeff's most private place. Jeff shamelessly opened up like a drunken slut on New Year's Eve, head lolling back on the sweaty pillow as Noah expertly found that delicious, secret spot that made his cock jump.
He was close, so close, dancing on the edge of an inferno. He fought the temptation to grab his cock and make himself come, as he wanted something more. He managed to half shout, "Stop, stop!"
Noah immediately raised his head, cheeks flushed with his own arousal, lips swollen and wet. Before Noah had time to look worried, Jeff gasped raggedly."Don't wanna come just yet. I-I want-"
And Noah, still apparently good at guessing Jeff's needs, gave him a wobbly smile, eyes full of cautious understanding. "Shhh-I got this."
Then he reached for the half empty bottle of lube from the nightstand and one of the trojans. Jeff watched in prickly anticipation, heart thudding rapidly against his ribs as Noah slid the condom over his heavy cock, hands shaking a little. So damn gorgeous, his lover, sharp cheekbones shadowed, ribs and narrow hipbones etched in the half light, strong chest beaded with sweat. Noah bit his lower lip as he smeared his cock with lube, making it shine obscenely. Then he took Jeff's breath away as he slicked up his fingers and pushed one inside, up to the knuckle. Then two. Then three. Jeff moaned his approval with each careful step, as it felt so fucking good, and he still wanted more.
When Noah paused for a second, slightly unsure, Jeff said bluntly, "C'mon and fuck me already, Solo." Noah cracked a grin as Jeff made it even more obvious by spreading his legs wide, signaling that he wanted to be screwed through the mattress. It was something that Jeff didn't do very often-too much of an admittedly bossy, toppy control freak. But Jeff knew he needed to be vulnerable right now, just like Noah needed to be in charge. Every wall between them needed to finally fall for whatever it was between them to work.
In spite of the prep, it still fucking hurt at first, and Jeff's arousal flagged for a bit. Noah completely froze at the first wince, stilling his hips. "Jeff…"
"Hush up." Jeff breathed through it, made his body relax. And after few seconds, the pain ebbed, and he felt full, connected. He wrapped his legs tighter around Noah's waist, pulling him in deeper. Noah's whole body shuddered, and a helpless, deep groan rumbled through him. Then he began to move, very slowly at first. Jeff pushed up, meeting his thrusts, and when he slightly angled his body, suddenly it was like all his synapses fired at once, that big, beautiful cock hitting his prostate like it was striking sparks. .
Jeff was crying out something that could have been french, vietnamese or pig latin, and Noah was looking down at him, hair sticking to his forehead in sweaty tendrils, eyes blazing bright, like blue coals. Gorgeous, gorgeous eyes that had once been vacant and blind. He hoped that Noah never looked at Luke this way, this mixture of intense, hungry desire and sweet tenderness. Jeff discovered he craved that look, and he greedily wanted to keep it for himself for a long, long time.
And that jealous thought abruptly ended when Noah fisted Jeff's cock in time to his short, rough thrusts. Jeff was suddenly coming so hard, the walls of the room seemed to waver and melt. His head banged against the headboard, and he sang out a long, wild moan, that sounded like "Noooaaahhh!" Noah came hard too, back arched, all the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. Jeff caught him as he collapsed on top of him, smelling like sweat and sex and Noah. They panted into each other's mouths as they sloppily kissed, both of their bodies shaking in perfect time. He suspected Noah was crying again.
Jeff wanted to say something deep and profound and reassuring, but for once, words failed him. Instead he just held Noah tighter, his face buried in his long neck, silently rocking him, stroking exhausted patterns on his back. After awhile, he was vaguely aware of Noah moving, and felt little kisses and warm breath on his face. Then he tumbled into a deep, lovely sleep.
****
He woke up to the smell of coffee and cigarettes. He stretched out on the bed, finding it empty, and finally opened his eyes. He blinked in what looked like late afternoon sun on a far wall, and heard distant traffic noises. He rolled over and saw Noah, sitting in a chair near a window. He'd opened it slightly, letting the smoke from the cigarette in his lips drift outside. He was dressed in Jeff's favorite outfit, an old white tank top so old it had gotten grey and thin from multiple washings. It clung obscenely to his muscles and accentuated those wide, tanned shoulders even further. An disreputable pair of loose grey sweat pants completed the look, one with a holes in both knees. His big feet were bare.
Noah was frowning and cleaning a camera lens with a tiny brush, babying it like a newborn duckling. A pair of glasses were perched on the end of his nose. Jeff thought he could look at this scene forever and never ever tire of it, but Noah sensed something and finally looked up. He gave Jeff a sweet, pointy toothed smile.
"Hey."
"Hey."Jeff smiled back. He sat up and stretched. "Coffee?"
Noah pointed to a table, where there was a pot on a tray, along with some intriguing covered dishes. "Coffee. And food."
"Good man."Jeff approved heartily. He rubbed his face and climbed out of bed buck naked, taking his time putting on a discarded bathrobe. He cold feel Noah's admiring eyes on him and enjoyed putting on a little show. Then he ambled over to the table and found, not only bacon, but muffins and jam. Noah had also thoughtfully ordered copies of Le Monde, the London and New York Times and the Washington Post. He ruffled through the papers and unceremoniously crunched through some cold bacon, and then smeared a liberal amount of apricot jam on an english muffin. He poured out a cup of coffee, added two sugars and walked over to Noah, both coffee and muffin in hand.
Noah took off his glasses and stowed the lens back in his bag. He stubbed out the cigarette in an actual ash tray, since this was Europe. Jeff sat on the arm of the chair, and Noah's hand snaked up his back to support him. Jeff squinted outside at at a church spire where pigeons were circling. The sky was iron grey and full of the possibility of snow. Noah rubbed his back in small circles while Jeff ate his muffin. He treasured moments like these, because while they were wordless, he and Noah were kind of talking anyway.
"I think I'm going to take a nice, long bath." Jeff finally said. He extended the last bite of muffin to Noah, who ate it from his hand, and then playfully licked off the jam from his fingers. The sight made a little hot thrill go through him, since it was sexy as hell. "You, uh, care to join me?" he said, a little more steadily than he felt.
Noah grinned up at him. "Sure. Sounds nice."
Jeff got up and padded to the bathroom coffee still in hand, Noah following. It was bright and cold and tiled, and Jeff saw that Noah had thoughtfully stowed both their toiletry bags on the counter. While Jeff set his coffee cup at the side of the tub, Noah turned on the tap and proceeded to fill it with hot, steaming water. On a whim, Jeff grabbed a small courtesy bottle of something from the hotel, and cracked it open, emptying it in the swirling water. It immediately started to foam.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "A bubble bath? Really?" He took the container from Jeff and squinted at the label. "And lavender and verbena no less."
"Well, now you know I'm a lavender and verbena kind of guy." Jeff shrugged off his robe. "Get you ass in the tub, Solo, and quit bitching." Jeff clambered in the tub and stretched out with a sigh, as it felt like heaven. Even better was watching Noah strip in the steamy air and settle down between Jeff's legs. Noah cleverly turned off the tap with his foot, and groaned with pleasure.
"I guess that this is not too girly for you after all." Jeff said after a luxurious minute, kissing the side of Noah's face.
"Who am I to argue with the restorative powers of lavender and whatever the hell verbena is." Noah chuckled.
"It's an herb with a lemony scent-it's latin name means 'sacred bough'." Jeff said, grinning.
Noah snorted with laughter."You would fucking know that."
"Gotta justify that incredibly expensive prep school education." Jeff picked up his coffee and took a gratifying sip.
Before he set it down, Noah grabbed the cup and took a swallow of his own. He made a face. "You use too much sugar. I can't taste any coffee."
"Well, yours can peel paint, asshole" Jeff said mildly. He traced the dark vee of hair on the back of Noah's neck with a thumb, wondering if he had nerve to take this step, even though he needed to.
"Hey. Want to play reporter?"
Noah set the cup back on the floor. "Reporter?"
Jeff took a deep breath. "I get to ask you a tough question, then you get to ask me one. I figure it's about time we really start being honest about…well, everything."
For a moment all Jeff could hear was the drip of water from the tap. There was a hint of real fear in Noah's voice when he finally spoke. "Okay."
Jeff slid his hands around Noah's broad chest, resting one palm above his very brave heart."What was it like being blind?"
Jeff could feel every muscle in Noah's body tense up. When he spoke, his voice was distant and strained. "It was like…being suffocated. Everything scared me, nothing was familiar. Things that would normally take me five seconds to do took a half hour or more, or were suddenly impossible. I couldn't read people anymore, either, since I couldn't see their expressions. Sometimes I was glad, because I didn't want to see their pity. I felt utterly helpless and frustrated and was angry all the time. Because the accident was my fault, you know. But I wanted to blame everyone else." Namely Luke, Jeff thought. "I thought I had lost everything, and my life was over. Then, um, when I could see again, I found that I had lost it all anyway, and that my life was never going to be the same."
Oh, baby. Jeff kissed the side of Noah's head, where he could feel the surgical scars under his hair. It was hard to imagine Noah going through such hell, especially since he was such independent, proud creature-much like himself. Fuck Snyder and fuck Oliver for nearly ruining him. "Well, I for one, am very glad you ended up at that bar in San Pedro Sula." Jeff said finally.
"And I'm very glad that poor old Elvis got bad case of Montezuma's revenge." The distress in Noah's voice was gone. Good. "Now. My turn."
Jeff braced himself, as it was usually the questions were about all that money or his eternally screwed up family.Things that Noah had been so far, not remotely curious about, something that Jeff truly appreciated. But the question actually surprised him.
"Ever been in love?"
Jeff blinked, then answered truthfully, "No."
Noah traced Jeff's fingers, rubbing the knuckles. "Why not?"
"Lots of reasons. When I finally came to terms with being gay-and trust me, it was a struggle-I always felt I had to be discreet. Not because I was ashamed or gave a shit what my family thought, but because I was sick of being a topic of discussion in gossip columns. That and the fact that the men I ended up hooking up with were by and large interested in all that money and the Carter name-not me, not really."
Jeff laid his head on Noah's shoulder. "But…if I'm going to really honest with you, Solo-the biggest reason is what happened with my parents. They were two people that started out loving each other and ended up in this tragic, sick train wreck. And the worst part was at the end, I think my dad still loved my mother, even though he hated her, too. They just couldn't stop the carnage-you know? I guess I'm too cowardly to go down that particular road."
Well, maybe not completely cowardly. I seem to be hurtling down that freeway with you, Noah Mayer. In spite of my best efforts to put on the brakes. I think my life would be over now, without you in it.
"I understand that, Jeff." Noah picked up his hand and kissed it."I ended up really hurting…someone I loved more than anything. And I sure as hell don't want to hurt you." He suddenly turned and looked at him, water sloshing a little over the sides of the tub. "So…what are we, exactly?"
Jeff made himself look directly into the fierce blue gaze."Well, I always thought 'boyfriends' sounded like high school, and 'lovers' is something out of a dumb romance novel. I think we're both too fucked up and battle scarred for that nonsense. Me…I'd like fellow traveler. A partner. Someone who always has my back."
That seemed to satisfy Noah, because he gave him a glorious, sweet grin that took Jeff's breath away. And then he was rewarded with a kiss that made breathing even more difficult.
They kissed long and deep, making the water and suds slosh over the sides of the tub. Noah's skin was smooth and slick, like a dolphins. Jeff held the sides of Noah's narrow head in his hands, pressed love bites on his throat. He felt the heated length of Noah's cock under the water, rubbing against his own, doing an obscene underwater dance. Then Jeff stood up, sending even more water on the floor. He grabbed Noah's arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him against the tiles. "Stay. Right. There." he ordered.
Jeff avoided stepping on the coffee cup and grabbed his toiletry bag, where he was pretty damn sure he had something besides shampoo and shaving cream. He was right and returned to the tub, and nearly dropped the lube and the trojan in the water, as Noah was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes, skin flushed and wet from the tub. He was stroking his big cock in anticipation, the reddened head popping through his circled fingers.
God.
Damn.
Jeff grabbed Noah's wrist and stopped him. "Mine." he growled. "All mine." Jeff wasn't in the mood for a lot of foreplay and neither, apparently, was Noah. Noah grabbed the condom from Jeff and tore it open, then quickly slid it down Jeff's now aching length. Jeff got with the program and uncapped the lube, spinning Noah around to face the wall. "Gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk, " Jeff purred in Noah's ear, and Noah shuddered, spreading his legs to give Jeff access.
Jeff took full advantage, stroking that sweet little ass, pushing slick fingers inside his lover's tight, hot channel. Noah's hands squeaked against the tiles, he was trying to hold on to something as Jeff tormented him, finding that hard pleasure knot inside. Noah writhed and grunted and pushed back against Jeff's hands. "God, Jeff-god. Please, please, pleeeease." he chanted desperately between gasps.
"I got you, sweetheart, I got you." Jeff murmured, turning him around again, more gently this time. "I want to see your face when I make you come."
It took a little maneuvering, but they managed. Jeff shoved Noah in the corner of the tub and Noah managed to hold on to the shower curtain rod for balance. Jeff bent low and after a bit of fumbling, found his goal, and he moaned loud as he slid home."Yeah." he said, biting Noah's ear."Yeah." It was both awkward and erotic as hell, with Noah's cock and balls pressed tight between their bellies, now dripping with both sweat and water. Noah wrapped one leg around Jeff's waist, trying to urge him deeper. And Jeff wanted to go deep and stay inside that sweet body for fucking ever. But all too soon his balls tightened and his thrusts stuttered, He found Noah's lips and gave him a fierce kiss as he came, moaning into his mouth.
Noah steadied him as his legs shook and felt like warm jello. Jeff rested his head against Noah's chest as he reached between them, and Noah whimpered a little anticipation. "Come for me, Noah." Jeff commanded, fisting Noah's harder than hard cock. It only took a few rough strokes, and there was a fountain of hot come, splattering Jeff's chest, up to the nipples. Noah's eyes went dark and the bathroom echoed with his almost painful howl.
That's right, Jeff thought. Let it go, baby. Leave the past behind. Forget the blindness, the hurt, the betrayal. Forget Reid Oliver.
Forget Luke.
They held each other, both trembling. Jeff gave him a soft kiss and a wry smile. "I think we need to clean up again."
"I think you might be right." Noah said, kissing him back.
They drained the tub, and took a cold bracing shower. They also ran out of towels, drying each other off and mopping up the mess they made on the bathroom floor. Things finally set to rights, they both left the bathroom naked, bare skin flushed from the sex and the shower. They both flopped on the bed, still a little damp. Noah drew a sheet over the both of them, resting his head on Jeff's chest.
"Sleepy." he said with lazy satisfaction. "I think I like being a no good bum."
"Don't get to used to it, Mayer. I'm gonna work your cute ass off after this little luxurious break is over. I'll call Patty and see if there's anything interesting brewing in Mongolia."
Noah snorted. "Doesn't scare me."
"How about Guam?" Jeff teased, getting sleepy himself. "Or better yet, Tierra del Fuego?"
"Doesn't matter where we are, Carter." Noah said, snuggling closer. "Long as we're partners."
"Partners." Jeff whispered back.
And secretly hoping they would be that way forever.