Skookum 3/?

[rebop13]

Title: Skookum 2/? Author: rebop13 Rating: NC17 Summary: Alternate universe, Luke is running away from something, Noah finds him. Disclaimer: Don't own, mean no harm. Author's Note: Written for Moey, 'cuz I love her.

Noah led Luke to a darkened back bedroom, a firm arm wrapped around his wrist. Luke staggered a bit, still dazed and flushed from a pretty mind-blowing orgasm. He felt high and strangely happy, like he'd downed a couple of martinis in rapid succession. His stupor prevented embarrassment over the fact that he was still half erect, and smeared with with come, which had splattered over his thighs and lower belly. He was also shocked at how little guilt he was experiencing at the moment, as it should have, by rights, been monumental. But it was like he was heading down the rapids in a boat with no paddle, and he had no control. Nor, for once, did he want any.

Noah left him to switch on a nightstand light, bathing the small room with a golden glow. There were more books and movie posters, but Luke only had eyes for the large, old fashioned bed, which took up most of the space. It was made of light pine, and covered with an Indian blanket patterned in black and red, which reminded him of Noah's tattoo. If he wasn't so stupified from the recent handjob, he'd probably be freaked over the sight of it.

This bed was going to be where he finally won or lost the battle within himself. The War for the Real Luke Snyder.

He unceremoniously plopped his butt on the mattress, as standing was somehow pretty difficult at the moment.

"How you doing there, Luke?" Noah still sounded amused.

"Oh-fine. Better than fine, actually." Luke actually giggled."More like fanfuckingtastic." He blushed."I should clean up though. I'm a little sticky."

Noah reached out and brushed back his hair in an affectionate caress. "Let me take care of that." He said, voice dipping very low, sounding just like dark coffee and chocolate syrup.

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. A flush of arousal flickered all over Luke's body, and he realized he was pretty much willing to do anything this sexy, confident man wanted him to. But he had one demand of his own, something that was now bugging him.

"I wanna see some of you first. Not fair that I'm all naked and you're all dressed." Luke thought he managed a credible pout.

Noah's smile traveled wide over his face, teeth Big Bad Wolf sharp and white. "Well, do something about it, cowboy." he teased.

Luke laughed and it felt good to laugh, and it eased a sudden rush of nerves. He reached up, and hands shaking a little, unbuckled Noah's belt and snapped it out of his jeans. Noah watched him intently, eyes half lidded, standing very still. Luke was suddenly very aware what was under Noah's jeans, his crotch was eye level, and there was a serious erection straining against the zipper. Luke paused and realized he didn't quite have the nerve just yet. He threw the belt on the floor with a clatter and dragged Noah's denim shirt out of his pants, popping a few snaps. He was somewhat disappointed to find another layer, a white cotton tank. But the fabric was thin, and he could feel Noah's body heat as his trembling fingers brushed against it.

He couldn't reach the last snap, so Noah undid it, and shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it on the bed post. Without the concealing bulky cloth, Noah's waist seemed even more narrow, his shoulders more broad, a very masculine 'v'. The mysterious tattoo was finally revealed and it snaked up Noah's right arm, all the way to a bulging deltoid. He still couldn't quite make out what it was, but the style made Luke think of totem poles. Noah also had another surprise, a pair of dog tags that hung around his neck on a slender silver chain, dully glinting in the light.

While Luke was processing this, Noah unceremoniously yanked off the tank top, revealing more tantalizing muscle, jutting ribs and smooth, golden skin. "Sorry-I love foreplay, but damn, it's just no fun not touching you back." He toed off his shoes, slid down on the bed, very close to Luke, holding out his arms."C'mere."

Luke didn't need any encouragement, he scooted over and was drawn in to an embrace, which led to some really hard core, down and dirty kissing.

Luke had always liked that part of sex. He could close his eyes and imagine things, imagine he was with someone else, who was an entirely different gender. Now he didn't have to, and holy shit, Noah was really talented. Wet, but not too wet soul kisses that almost bruised, interspersed with playful bites and licks. Luke tried to give as good as he got, but every so often his brain would go on overload, completely sidetracked over how different this all was. How fucking good, how it made his insides do roller coaster dips, and his cock ache and throb. Sex was suddenly a brand new thing.

The skin under Luke's hands was silky but there wasn't any feminine softness, just rippling muscle that made Luke think of horses, wild and powerful. Noah smelled so wonderful too, there were faint traces of Dr, Bronners, and a sharp piney aftershave, mixed with sweat and arousal. Luke decided it was the most addicting thing on earth and it was making him crazy.

So were Noah's hands. They were everywhere, and assured and clever. Every place Noah touched set him on fire. Luke felt like Noah was removing a suit of armor, something he had put on long ago, since puberty, to hide behind. The resulting vulnerability frightened him a little, but the pleasure overrode it.

Noah stopped for a moment after a particularly toe curling kiss, and breathed out, "You still okay there, Luke?" His pupils were blown wide and full of want, but there was also real concern, which brushed against Luke's heart and made it flutter like a trapped moth. Luke was now close enough to see how sooty black Noah's lashes were, and register a scar over one heavy eyebrow. Noah tranced the outline of Luke's now kiss swollen lips with a long, careful finger. "It's your first time with a guy, so I feel a certain responsibility. Don't want to eff this up."

Luke felt his face crease into the biggest smile, one he usually reserved for a snowy Christmas morning. God, who WAS this man? A gay guardian angel? "Do I act like I want to complain to the management? Five gold stars, Mr. Mayer."

Noah smiled big back and it was now edged in some mischief. "Well, I wasn't fishing for compliments, but I always try to give it my best. Now-I promised to clean you up, didn't I? I should get to it." he added with a quick wink. Noah started kissing him again, but this time down his throat, to his collarbone, leaving a trail of heat and pebbled skin.

Noah went even further south, and if Luke thought Noah's hands were amazing, his mouth was a thousand times better. Noah seemed like he couldn't get enough, like Luke was some delicious feast to be pleasurably savored and devoured. Noah was indeed the Big Bad Wolf, with sharp teeth that made it all the better to eat him with. And Luke was loving every delirious second of it.

His nipple's reaction again came as a shock, as Luke never considered them much of an erogenous zone. But Noah's wicked tongue, lips and teeth made him writhe and groan. Noah bit and sucked them, making them throbbing little nubs, and his cocked twitched and jumped with each delicate little bite. He ran his fingers through Noah's hair, which was surprisingly soft, like puppy fur, especially toward the back of his neck. Luke had to gnaw on his lower lip to keep from screaming.

Noah continued his journey southward, and to Luke's amazement, used his tongue to clean up the come trails that stuck to his lower belly hair. It was like Noah found every part of him desirable, and Luke let out a gasp. And then when Noah eyed his now dripping cock with obvious hunger, Luke experienced an unexpected wave of pure panic.

This was one of the Bad Things, the Forbidden Things. "Don't be such a stupid, faggoty cocksucker, Snyder." Kevin Davis' slurred, drunken voice rang through his head. "Men don't want to agree to such disgusting acts." said that faceless counselor from camp, the one that stuck some electrodes to his balls.

Noah paused, sensing something. He reached up to touch Luke's face, calluses rasping over stubble. "Hey there-where'd you go? I've lost you."

Luke cringed, covering his eyes with a hand. "Noah...you don't have to...you know..."

"What-suck your cock?" The matter of factness in Noah's voice made him look at him. Noah's expression was one of complete understanding. "I want to. I want to make you feel good. And baby, that gorgeous cock in my mouth, will make ME feel good. Nothing to be afraid of Luke, there's no sin, in spite of what you bullshit have probably been told. It's okay to be you, your own beautiful self."

And Luke finally believed it, for the very first time, and an old, old wound began to heal. Noah wasn't ashamed and Noah was pretty damn beautiful too. Tears stung sharply in his eyes."Okay." he managed to choke out.

Noah beamed up at him."Okay? Does that also mean it's okay to suck your dick, too?" He slyly kissed Luke's bellybutton."Okay to drive you fucking crazy?"

Luke let out a sharp bark of helpless laughter that cut through the tears."Yeah-you can do that."

"All right then." Noah murmured, and ran his mouth over one of Luke's sharp hip bones, then sucked hard on the space between the crotch and hip. It was an unexpectedly sensitive area, and Luke moaned in surprise. His legs spread without thinking, and that was all the invitation Noah needed.

His cock was suddenly assaulted by warm/wet/good, his hips pinned down by two strong, capable hands. Luke had many blowjobs before, given with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but this one was at a level he'd never experienced. He was being given pleasure by someone who knew exactly how his body worked, and seemed to worship his cock. Noah licked and nibbled at the fat head, now shining with precum and saliva. Then Noah took him impossibly deep, long nose buried in Luke's sweaty pubic hair, swallowing him to the root. That sight made some of Luke's synapses fizzle and short out, and every inhibition melted. Each swipe of Noah's tongue, a careful, erotic scrape of teeth against vulnerable, throbbing flesh made him writhe, hands clutching tightly to the blankets. Along with a slurping sound, there was this helpless, mewling noise, which Luke halfway realized was being made by him.

"Oh my god, oh fucking god, oh Nooooaaaah...!" Luke managed to gasp out. Noah smiled around his dick, and hummed and rolled his tightening balls with one hand. Luke discovered that now he couldn't make any noise at all, except a harsh, desperate panting. He wanted this to last forever, but there was also this wild idea he might not survive it. And then Noah completely destroyed him by brushing a finger over his exposed, vulnerable anus. Shockwaves went up his spine, and he let go.

He tried to choke out a warning, but just howled instead, as his climax pumped hot, erratic spurts of come down Noah's very willing throat. He took it all, the pearly fluid leaking out of the sides of his mouth, a blurred sight so erotic, Luke could hardly stand it.

The aftershocks made him shake all over, and his perception seemed set on slo mo. He could smell the sharp tang of semen and his own sweat, as his heart knocked against his ribs, trying to escape. Noah licked his reddened lips and then ran his tongue over Luke's still throbbing penis, finally making a leisurely journey back to Luke's stupified face, now painted pink with a mottled flush. He grinned down at him.

"I was right." Noah sounded almost smug.

"Right?" Luke said in a very small voice.

"You are as sweet as honey." Noah whispered before kissing him. Luke could taste himself on Noah's tongue, and while it really wasn't sweet, the wonderful, bitter dirtiness of it blew some more brain cells.

Noah then rested his head on Luke's still shaking shoulder, fingers making idle patterns in Luke's damp chest hair. Luke instinctively cuddled close and found he had guessed correctly-Noah's arms were the safest place in the world.

Which maybe is why the next thing happened. There was a snapping of a frayed string, one that had been holding his psyche together like an old, worn out marionette. A sob burst out of him, involuntarily as an orgasm, and then another and another. He wanted to stop, but it was like fighting a tidal wave with a cheap toy bucket. His body shook with the force of it, crying for his confused thirteen year old self, that terrified teenager at camp, so warped and twisted by bigots. He cried for all that he had missed, and all the hurt he had caused with his lies and self denial. He cried for what he almost did to himself, scant hours ago,

Noah just held on tight, petting him and soothing him as Luke's tears streaked down his chest, near the dog tags. His deep voice rumbled in Luke's ear."I've got you, baby. You go ahead and cry-let it all out. It's okay. It will be all right. It will be all right."

He cried for fucking ever, until his throat was raw from it. When he was done, he was limp and helpless and Noah just took care of him, wiped him down with a wet washcloth, helping him move under clean, soft sheets. Then that long, lean body wrapped him up protectively in his arms, keeping the rest of the world away. Luke fell in to deep sleep, with Noah's soft breath against his neck and the sound of the ocean outside.

****

Luke had a surprisingly peaceful dream. He was floating on his back in Snyder pond in high summer, and he could hear the lapping water and the crickets and frogs. He was weightless and carefree, belly warmed by the sun, the pond holding him in a cool embrace. It was perfect.

He woke up to a thin, blueish light, the kind that comes creeping, just before dawn. He could hear the distant cry of gulls and the sing song of the ocean. For a second or two he was puzzled about where he was, but the heavy weight of an arm around his middle reminded him of everything.Of his long journey, the rain and the despair. The light of the "Skookum' sign, like a rescue beacon. The coffee and Van Morrison's gypsy soul.

Of Noah.

He rolled on his back, very carefully. Noah was spooned up beside him, deeply asleep, head mashed up in a pillow, adam's apple exposed. His breathing was soft and even, lips slightly parted. And Luke started to really wonder who he was. This virtual stranger who he had shared his most intimate, dark secrets with, and responded with incredible kindness, humor and compassion. He had helped Luke get through his greatest fear, and he had come out of it relatively intact-at least so far. His throat was still raw from crying, his eyes ached. But he was beginning to truly believe he was going to somehow survive this. He still didn't feel guilty. Now he was just really glad to be alive.

He very slowly turned on his side, to face Noah. Noah stirred a little, gave a small huff, but did not wake up. Luke examined his face, and could make out a faint dusting of freckles that covered that prominent nose, and the beginning of some pretty sexy stubble. He looked lower and was attracted to the silver chain that held the dog tags, now pooled over Noah's rising and falling chest, the tags themselves resting near a small brown nipple. It made Luke magpie curious. Was Noah really in the armed services? Did no one ask and and did Noah not tell?

He carefully picked up the tags, and squinted to read one. To his surprise, he made out the name, "Pete, Charles H." Huh. This opened an unexpected line of thought, of things perhaps none of his business as of yet. What mostly came to mind was this was evidence of another lover. In the army? Really? Did that sort of thing happen? Or maybe a really good friend who didn't ...survive? As he started to put the tags down, and saw with a start that the other one said, "Mayer, Noah B." He also read that Noah was type A positive, and flushed with shame. This was the worst sort of nosiness again.

He turned his attention to Noah's tattoo, trying to figure out what it was, exactly. He realized, amid the elegant pattern, there was a stylized wolf represented, howling at the moon. It was expertly done, although the top part of the design was marred by a large scar, up on Noah's shoulder. As he traced an inked line with a finger, he sensed something. He turned his head and stared into a now very awake pair of blue eyes.

"Hey." Luke rasped out.

"Hey." Noah said, voice even sexier, now that it was drenched in sleep.

"It's really beautiful, your wolf tattoo." Luke said, very glad now that Noah didn't catch him looking at the tags.

"Not a wolf-Coyote." Noah murmured.

"Oh. Well, it's really cool." Luke had never been much of a tattoo fan, but he was starting to change his mind. This belonged on Noah's skin somehow."Why a coyote?"

Noah smiled lazily, and stretched a little."I like the stories. Coyote is trickster god to a lot of native tribes. He's full of piss and vinegar. He sometimes does really good things, sometimes he just likes to cause trouble, sometimes he really fucks up. Like most people."

"Are you Native American?" Luke asked, genuinely curious. Noah's features said otherwise, although maybe there was a grandparent or distant relative.

Noah laughed big."Hardly. Most of my ancestors hail from eastern Europe." His grin faded a little."No, I got the tattoos to honor someone."

'Pete, Charles H.' Luke guessed, but wisely didn't say that out loud. He raised an eyebrow."Tattoos?"

Noah, answered him by rolling over on his stomach. Spread over his back was a black bird, wings outstretched, holding what looked like round, flaming face in two claws. The bird seemed both fierce and full of humor. Luke also saw a repeat of the scar he saw on Noah's shoulder, and realized, with a start, that he was staring at a bullet wound. Okay...combined with the dog tags, that made sense, but it was a chilling, unexpected discovery.

Luke shook off the shock and commented quietly,"It's gorgeous. A crow?"

"Raven. The other native trickster god. He's a big shot around the Pacific Northwest and Canada."

"Ah. What's he holding?" Luke ran a hand respectfully over the pattern, making Noah shiver a little.

"The sun." Noah answered. He rolled on his side again, looking thoughtfully at Luke."It's the best Raven story."

Luke touched Noah's face, then brushed at his hair. "Tell me." He scooted in close, like he did as child, next to Emma, who had just opened a book. Luke had never been able to resist a story.

Noah hesitated for moment, and then began. "It was during the long ago time, in the beginning. There was this selfish chief who kept the sun locked up in a trunk in his lodge. Well, that really ticked Raven off, as he didn't like to fly around in the dark. So he waited outside the chief's lodge, and when the chief's daughter came to the stream to drink, Raven turned himself into a pine needle. She drank him down and became pregnant. By and by, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, that everyone couldn't help but spoil. He was full of trouble too, really demanding, and one day he kept pestering and howling for something to play with, and nothing seemed to satisfy him. The chief finally had enough, and opened up the trunk and handed him the sun to shut him the hell up." Luke chuckled and so did Noah. "Raven laughed, then turned back into his real, true self and flew out of the lodge to hang the sun in the sky. He brought the whole world out of darkness." Noah suddenly swallowed hard. "I forgot to tell you too, that at the beginning of things, Raven had white feathers. But carrying the sun burned him black. It cost him, but anything worthwhile has a price-and bringing the light into the world was infinitely worth it."

It was a funny and beautiful myth, and it touched Luke's heart. He also had a feeling that Noah was telling it the way he himself had been told, and the remembering of it caused him some pain.

"I really liked that." Luke said, snuggling closer, head under Noah's chin."You tell a good story."

"I'm a bartender-part of my job is to be able to spin a yarn or two." Noah sighed in to Luke's hair, one hand lightly petting Luke's ribs.

Luke found himself rubbing a knuckle on Noah's chest, close to where his heart was. "Noah...I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Well, for starters, I must be like, the lousiest lay on earth. I mean, you were incredible, and I just turn around and get all hysterical. Not much fun for you having this high maintenance basket case on your hands." Luke frowned.

"Luke, my choice to invite you here. And look, you don't seem to be a guy who is a basket case, just a person who's having a really tough time right now. Just because I've been out of the closet longer than you, doesn't mean that my coming out wasn't a big, fucked up ordeal as well." Luke held his breath, hoping Noah would elaborate, but he didn't. "Don't apologize. It feels good to take care of you. Somewhere, I hope I'm earning a few cosmic brownie points." He ran a rough hand over Luke's stomach, then surprised him with a nipple pinch. "Plus, having someone this beautiful in my bed is a fucking turn on." Noah purred low." So was making you come, tasting you. Being your first Luke, was a privilege-an honor. So yeah, don't you dare apologize."

Luke felt touched and very aroused at the same time. Noah was awakening all these unfamiliar, new feelings, and they went pretty deep for someone he'd known for only a few hours. "Okay-I won't. But maybe I can make it up to you, Mr. Bartender. After all, you at least deserve..." Luke moved close and licked a stripe down Noah's throat."A tip." Luke's hands traveled over hard chest muscles. "A really, really good tip."

"Hmm..okay. I like that idea." Noah found Luke's mouth, and gave it a nip, then a kiss. His voice dipped to an even lower register. "And my cock most definitely likes that idea."

So, apparently did Luke's, which was springing to life because of Noah's mouth and Noah's voice. He vowed though, that he wasn't going to be a passive participant in this anymore. He wanted to see more of Noah, make Noah moan too, find out if he tasted like Tupelo honey as well. He needed to discover his inner Big Bad Wolf.

He drew back the covers. Noah wasn't completely naked like him, he was still clad in a dark pair of boxers, now tented with a pretty impressive erection. What momentarily distracted Luke from this tantalizing sight was were the scars decorating a long right leg. They were deep and nightmarish, results of a truly horrifying injury. Luke swallowed, and knew he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. "Noah-god..what...?"

"Shrapnel." Noah's voice uncharacteristically tense and tight. "I'm lucky I still have a leg, and can still walk, thanks to some great doctors."

Luke was desperate to know more, but realized that it would be unwise to ask at this moment. Instead, running on instinct, he impulsively leaned down and kissed the worst scar, very gently. He heard Noah's sharp intake of breath, and knew then it was the right gesture. He mapped out scar after ugly scar with his lips, the kisses feather light, like raven wings.

Noah laid totally still while all this was going on, and when Luke finally looked up at Noah's face, he saw that those spectacular blue eyes were suspiciously bright, his expression vulnerable, like something would break inside him. Noah seemed very strong, but there was a flaw hidden deep, like the most perfect block of marble. One wrong tap, and he might crumble. Luke kissed his way up Noah's leg and then grabbed the elastic around the boxers and pulled them down. The dark, wedge shaped head of Noah's penis was revealed, precum beading the tip like bright jewels, dotting on the black hair dusting Noah's lower belly. Luke tugged and Noah raised his hips so that the boxers slid off. He got them down the impossible length of Noah's legs, past some surprisingly delicate feet with high arches. Then he turned to concentrate on more important matters.

Noah's cock was bigger than his, formidable in it's arousal, veins in sharp relief. Luke caressed it, and it was like soft, warm velvet, and it jumped against his hand. No reason to fear this, no reason at all. Noah made a 'ummm' noise as Luke continued to stoke and caress, then he groaned when Luke kissed the very tip. Up so close, Noah smelled so masculine and earthy, and the precum was salty on his tongue. He bathed the head of it with his spit, then, after taking a breath, took some of it in his mouth.

Noah moaned really loud, and his hips bucked up slightly. The movement cause Luke to gag a little, but he kept at it, taking Noah in deeper."Oh fuck, Luke-that's it." Noah breathed, a hand finding Luke's hair, tugging it a little."Feels so damn good."

Luke found himself smiling. He liked this feeling, of making Noah unravel, it had an intoxicating power. His cock was also throbbing as he took Noah further down his throat. Noah hissed and grunted something he couldn't make out, and then Noah surprised him by pushing up, which made Luke gag. He had to pull off Noah with a hasty pop.

"Sorry."Luke said, cheeks burning. "I um, am kinda new at this."

Noah just laughed."Luke-you were doing great. Trust me."

Luke had to grin back. With Noah, there seemed to be no reason to be scared of anything. He came to another impulsive decision. "You got condoms?" He wasn't really sure what the protocol was.

"Hell, yeah." Noah answered. He tilted his head. "Anything particular you have in mind? To save you any awkwardness, I'm...flexible. This, like I said before Luke, is totally your show." He sat up and cupped Luke's face. "What do you want me to do?"

The idea of fucking Noah was pretty mind-blowing, but the idea of Noah fucking him was even more so. It was the root of every fantasy he'd ever masturbated to, hidden by the dark. Now he wanted to make it a reality. "I-I want you to, you know..." Luke blushed and felt ridiculous."Be my first."

The kiss Noah gave him was surprisingly sweet and loving. "Thank you, Luke. I'll make it good for you. Promise" Luke didn't have any doubt, he trusted this man with the Coyote and Raven tattoos.

Noah leaned over and rummaged around in his nightstand, fishing out a Trojan and a bottle of lubricant. Luke felt a burn of anticipation overwhelm him.

Noah flushed a bit, fingering the condom."Uh...Luke? Because of my leg, it's hard for me to kneel for a long period of time. I have to stand-that okay?"

"I don't care if we have to do it upsidedown." Luke playfully kissed Noah's nose.

Noah snorted with amusement. "We can try that later, cowboy." He clambered off the bed, looming tall over Luke."Scoot your pretty ass over here." He said, indicateg the edge of the bed. Luke obeyed, heart thudding in his chest. This was really going to happen. " Noah grabbed a pillow."Put this under your hips and lay down, and let me get busy."

Luke grinned up at him, and ran his fingers down Noah's impossibly narrow torso. "I don't want you to have to all the work, Mayer." He sucked at the tip of Noah's cock, then grabbed the condom from Noah's suddenly limp fingers."Allow me." Noah just nodded, adam's apple bobbing as Luke tore open the Trojan with his teeth, He pulled it from the package and rolled it over Noah's erection. Then he put the pillow under his hips as Noah instructed, spreading his legs. He felt a stab of fear, but the discombobulated expression on Noah's handsome face quelled it. This entire situation was in his control, he realized. Top or bottom held power.

"Jesus, you're sexy." Noah breathed. He picked up the lube bottle, and drizzled some over his fingers. "Luke-listen-you tell me if it hurts, you tell me anytime if you wanna stop-okay?"

"Got it. Now show me what the hell I've been missing all this time." Luke said with a trace of his old, long forgotten bravado.

Noah threw back his head and belly laughed, smile lighting up the room like sunshine. "I can see you're going to be a fucking handful." He gave Luke's dick a squeeze, which made him gasp, then Noah rubbed lube slick fingers against Luke's entrance, which made him gasp even more. Then he slowly put an index finger inside Luke. Luke went still, as Noah moaned, "God, you are so tight"

It was a cautious, gentle breeching, and once Luke relaxed, Noah added another finger inside, carefully massaging. Luke watched him, trying not to tense up. It didn't feel bad, exactly, but he suddenly started to wonder what the fuss was all about. Noah answered that particular question when those wicked fingers of his brushed up against something inside that set him ablaze, made every nerve scream with pleasure.

"What..the..FUCK?!" Luke howled, wild-eyed and gasping."OH, goooodddd!

"Heh." Noah said calmly, seemingly bemused that he just caused Luke to implode."Luke that, huh?" He unmercifully hit that magic spot again.

"What are you doing to me?!" Luke gasped, eyes rolling a little. His cock was now so hard he probably could have driven nails with it.

"Showing you what you have been missing, as per request." Noah added another finger, and scissored them, very slowly. It hurt a little, but the shocks from his prostate nullified any discomfort. Luke could only groan in response.

Noah toyed with him for awhile, deftly playing Luke like some instrument. He became completely without shame, the sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced, and no amount secret porn prepared him for it. When Noah finally pulled away his hand, Luke whimpered in protest. "God, don't you dare stop!"

"Not stopping, just getting ready for the big show. Think you're there." Noah said, smearing his own cock with a generous amount of lube.

Luke drew him closer with an leg."Now, Noah, noooww!" It was like he had a fever, and Noah was the cure.

Noah flashed a quick smile, then got serious. "I gotta go slow-settle down." Noah positioned himself, and Luke held his breath as he slid himself an inch or two inside . Wasn't anything like the fingers, this really did hurt, and his body seized up. Noah reached out and touched his chest."Hey-how are you doing? Want me to stop?" He asked softly.

No, not when he was so close to finally purging the old Luke Snyder."Just..just give me a minute." He licked some sweat from his upper lip and was fascinated to see how this affected Noah, and those eyes became like hot blue laser beams. Even though Luke was overwhelmed with all the new sensations, he didn't want to forget Noah. He could see now how much he was keeping himself in check, sweat trickling down that sculpted chest. Luke shifted a little and wrapped one leg around Noah's waist, and rested another on his shoulder. He sucked in a breath. "Okay."

Noah went in further, hold tight to Luke's waist, inch by torturous inch. Luke made a pained hiss, and Noah froze again."Luke-I'll stop, I'll-"

"NO!" Luke shouted. He forced himself upwards, and Noah there, completely inside him. Noah moaned then, and Luke saw the muscles tighten on his forearms. "You sure...?" Noah gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes.." Luke said, swallowing. His body adjusted, and the pain started to fade. Noah rocked his hips gently forward, and there was that burn, but there was also this small, sweet jolt. "Yeeeaaah..." Luke crooned, as Noah's cock brushed that wonderful spot once more. The next snap of those narrow hips brought him a searing, electric thrill that nearly brought him off the mattress. He half sat up on the bed, needing something to ground himself. He grabbed tight to one of Noah's forearms, the one with the Coyote tattoo.

"Ahh, god...god, godgodogd!"Luke cried out, in time with each deep, sure thrust. He wasn't aware of anything else except Noah and the ecstasy he was tormenting him with. They both were panting and moaning, past words, and Noah's body bent closer, thumbs bruising Luke's hips, flesh smacking flesh. Luke watched the dog tags sway close, grazing him near his navel. Noah was now painted with sweat, and his dark hair stuck to his forehead in fine, curved tendrils.

Luke hit a another impossible level of arousal, like he was dying and flying at the same time. He wasn't sure he was going to survive this, and didn't give a shit. He stared up in Noah's eyes, and he seemed dazed and just as high as Luke. Luke found his left hand, clutching his own over it. Something passed between them then, a connection. They were tied up in a tantric knot of sex and out of control emotion, moving like the waves of the sea.

"Luke..." Noah's voice was harsh and raw."N-not gonna- last- much-longer..fuckfuckfuck!" As soon as Noah said this, Luke knew he wasn't going to either. He couldn't talk, but Noah understood, and released a hip and grabbed Luke's now almost purple and dripping cock and pumped it without mercy. The orgasm that had been building, building, building, begging, begging was launched. Bright lights popped behind his eyes He threw back his head and let out this deep, keening cry, that would have done Coyote justice. Come unfurled in heavy ribbons and hit Noah's heaving chest, spurted up to Luke's nipples.

Noah was a step behind, his whole body shuddered and he came, with an almost a feral growl. Luke was pretty far gone, but he still was coherant enough to witness the beauty of it. Noah became completely undone, and his hand gripped Luke's hand so tight, Luke's fingers felt like they would break. He collapsed like a falling tree, landing on top of Luke with an 'oof'. Luke held him close, and they rode through the trembling aftershocks together. Luke kissed his forehead, as Noah kissed his chest, both tasting sweet and salt. Luke also tasted his own tears, which this time weren't shed out of sadness, but over the wonder of it all.

Noah finally moved and withdrew, making Luke wince a little. He relished the pain though, it was his badge of honor. He'd done it, he'd finally done it, and he probed his head and heart for shame and regret. Then he looked up at Noah's face, and his expression was unbelievably gentle and tender, something he never imagined from an encounter like this. He thought he would be able to look in those dark blue eyes forever.

Noah found his mouth and softly kissed him. "All right then, baby?" he whispered, running a thumb over Luke's lower lip.

"Never better." Luke beamed up at him. He was boneless and peaceful, and it felt like he was floating in Snyder Pond at the height of summer. "Thank you." Noah crinkled a sweet smile in response, and Luke saw a quick flash of the little boy Noah maybe once was.

They both moved fairly slowly in the aftermath. Noah disposed of the condom, fetched another washcloth. He cleaned them both up, the soft cloth feeling good on Luke's sated skin. Even better was cuddling up close to Noah, head tucked on his chest. He could hear the steady, sure thump of his heart, and in his head he also heard Van Morrison singing," I want to rock your gypsy soul/Just like way back in the days of old/Then magnificently we will float into the mystic ..." as the morning sun began to slide under the curtains.

Luke closed his eyes, and slept like a baby