Fic: ATWT: Of Chests and Hair
Title: Of Chests And Hair
Fandom: As The World Turns
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Not mine. No way, no how. No injury is intended. No profit is made.
Author Notes: I've been melancholy and such the last few days, and decided a bit of ridiculous fluff would do the trick. This silliness probably could've been redeemed if I'd included porn, but I wasn't in the mood, so if you feel that you really missed out by not getting to read their first time, please to be finding a first time story HERE and HERE that might, hopefully, fit your needs. ;) And, no, I am not projecting any of my own, um, lustful enjoyment of Luke Snyder's body hair onto Reid at all, okay? Okay. Just so we're straight on that. :P ;)
Thanks to _alicesprings and amelialourdes for beta! Thank you so much! :)
Of Chests and Hair
Reid is pretty sure that today is the day. There have been hints and innuendo from Luke all week, and Reid isn’t sure what is so damn special about tonight, but, hey, it’s Friday, and if Luke’s decided that it’s going to be Reid’s lucky night, then he’s not asking questions.
Katie knows. Reid is certain of that, too, because she made a big production earlier when she brought him a sandwich for lunch going on about how she and Jacob would be staying at Margo’s, for the entire weekend, because Margo was suffering from empty nest syndrome since Casey left town, and that Reid could rest assured that she and Jacob would absolutely not be home for the next two nights, and she was telling him so that he wouldn’t worry about her.
Reid’s not sure who she thinks she’s fooling, certainly not him, but what he finds even more intriguing in a half-amused, half-creeped out kind of way, is the fact that Luke must have said something to Katie, and Reid’s curious about how that conversation might have gone. Reid’s been pretty protective of their personal life, letting Katie think what she will, but he’s sure Luke went on about how they haven’t done the deed, and that Luke wants it to be romantic and special, and Katie would’ve gone all doe-eyed at Luke’s doe-eyes, and it would’ve been a grand, schmaltzy love fest. He’s pretty sure Luke probably called it ‘making love’. Reid’s grossed out by how okay he is with that euphemism for what he hopes to do with Luke.
Regardless, he’s gotten out of the hospital about two hours early, and even though Luke told Reid to pick him up at his mommy’s house at 8:00 sharp, Reid’s thinking that getting a two hour jump on the naked times is an absolutely fantastic idea, and surely Luke won’t mind, either, since they’ve waited, oh, forever for this, so Reid doesn’t bother to call ahead.
Lily lets Reid into the house and says that Luke’s upstairs. She’s just getting ready to yell up to Luke, when her phone rings and it’s more melodrama from Luke’s bratty sister; the one who seems hell-bent on losing her virginity, not the one who is just kinda cute and tugs Reid’s heartstrings in ways that he doesn’t quite like. He usually just shoves cookies at Natalie and hopes that will somehow make it stop, but it doesn’t. And with Ethan it’s nearly just as bad.
Lily waves him toward the stairs, and Reid doesn’t hesitate. If he has to stand and listen to Lily talk to Faith, he’ll probably make a comment about her parenting, and that will lead to...well, at the very least it will lead to nothing good, and it might actually lead to something so very not good that Reid might destroy his chances of getting laid after all. Best to keep his mouth zipped and hustle up the stairs to the safety of Luke and then get them both out of this house as soon as humanly possible.
Reid taps softly on Luke’s bedroom door, and when there’s no answer he pushes the door open. Luke’s not in his room, but the noises coming from the open bathroom indicate that Luke is in there. Reid listens and the sounds don’t indicate anything extraordinarily private going on, so he shuts the bedroom door behind him, and moves toward the bathroom to investigate.
Luke’s standing at the sink with some kind of cup full of something and he’s smearing it on his chest with a wooden stick. Reid’s mind clicks into a realization - wait--that’s...oh, no, no no!
“What are you doing?” Reid asks, horrified.
Luke jumps and actually screams, almost dropping the foul, evil stuff he’s holding in his hand, but unfortunately manages not to at the last second.
“Reid! Oh my God! You scared me!”
“Your door wasn’t locked,” Reid says.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
Reid’s too focused on Luke’s chest and the glistening, drying wax that Luke has spread over a four inch square patch of it right over his left nipple to bother answering.
“What are you doing?” he asks again, waving at Luke’s chest, seized with terror.
Luke looks down and flushes a little. “Waxing,” he says. “Um...you know. For tonight.”
“Why?”
Luke blinks. “Because, um...I...well, I want to be attractive to you and....”
Reid takes the offending bowl of wax from Luke’s hands and puts it down on the counter by the sink. “You are attractive to me, and this is....” Reid’s at a loss for words, so he just shudders, trying to get his point across.
Luke stares at him. “Is this your way of saying you...like my chest hair?”
Reid is flabbergasted. “Yes? Who wouldn’t like your chest hair? What self-respecting gay ma--oh, wait. Okay. Never mind. I know who.” Reid narrows his eyes. “Let’s back up, Mr. Snyder. I don’t like your chest hair, okay? I love it. It turns me on. It’s turned me on since I first saw the full extent of it in Dallas and had to go jerk off in a bathroom as soon as I could get alone, okay? Are we clear?”
Luke’s face is a sight to behold. He’s clearly alternating between confused, bemused, giddy, and amused, and Reid’s fine with all of those muses so long as the giddy still turns into ‘giddy-up’ tonight, and so long as that wax never shows up anywhere near Luke’s body again.
“I...oh,” Luke says. “You noticed my chest hair in Dallas? You jerked off thinking about it?”
Reid narrows his eyes even more. “Leave it to you to focus on that.”
Luke looks smug. “You jerked off thinking about little ol’ me? All the way back then?”
Reid sighs, runs a hand over his face. “Like you’ve never jerked off thinking of me.”
Luke looks like his smile could power a space shuttle launch all the way to the moon. “Are we counting this as verbal foreplay?”
Reid says, “If it gets me to the actual ‘play’ part of the evening, then count it however you want.”
“Give me two minutes,” Luke says. “And then we can get out of here.”
Reid’s glad that Luke is as eager as he is to get to that portion of then evening’s festivities. After all the waiting, he’s not sure if he can take much more.
Reid leans against the door jamb and watches as Luke gets a bottle of baby oil out from under his sink, and works the wax out of the hair on his chest, and then washes off. When he sprays his deodorant and starts to poke at the hair on his head, reaching for some kind of product, Reid’s had enough and grabs his hand.
“Come on, I’m just going to mess it up anyway.”
“Yeah?” Luke asks.
Reid pulls him close, running his hands over Luke’s chest hair and says, “Absolutely.”
The kiss is hot and Reid’s cock is already aching from all of this discussion of what’s to come, and given the way Luke’s humping him, Luke must be feeling much the same. Reid slides his hands over Luke’s chest again, feeling the soft, still damp, absolutely perfect amount of body fur, and says, “Dr. Oliver steps in for yet another last second save. A brain tumor this morning, and chest hair tonight.”
“Glad my chest hair ranks with your patients, Reid,” Luke laughs, half-scolding.
Reid kisses Luke’s mouth, and then ducks his head down to rub his face against Luke’s chest, nuzzling against the hair, and kissing his nipples with short, open-mouthed sucks. Luke gasps, and twists out of Reid’s arms.
“Let’s get out of here,” Luke says, face flushed and breath coming in turned-on gasps.
“Hell, yeah,” Reid agrees. “Katie informs me that she’s going to be at Margo’s all weekend, emphasis hers.” He watches at Luke pulls on a shirt, a v-neck that shows off the hairs that Reid has just triumphantly saved. “What did you tell her?”
Luke smiles. “Does it matter?”
Reid glares, but it’s way too full of love, he knows, to actually do any good. “So long as this actually happens tonight, Mr. Snyder, then you could’ve told her that I was a virgin in need of sweet wooing and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
Luke takes Reid’s hand and pulls him out of the room. “Funny, ‘cause that’s just what I told her. Well, that, and I also sort of revealed that you’ve been suffering from this massive case of blue balls, and that I thought it was about time I did something about it. You know, before they fall off.”
At the bottom of the stairs, Reid sees Luke’s frown when he overhears his mother’s voice still talking on the phone with Faith in the living room.
“Oh, hell no,” Reid says, gripping Luke’s hand harder. “We’re leaving. Mommy will figure out where you are. Or, if you have to, you can text her. But my balls are in need of saving. Your chest hair owes them. No time to waste.”
Luke laughs.
Later, his eyes blown wide with his third orgasm and his ass filled with Reid’s convulsing cock, Luke says, “Damn, you really love my chest hair, don’t you?”
Reid gasps against Luke’s chest, where he’s got his face nestled against the hair in question, trembling through aftershocks. “Mmmph.”
“Yeah,” Luke agrees. “Mmmph sounds about right.”
Reid grins against Luke’s chest hair and mentally declares himself the official conqueror of Luke’s body, and Luke’s ass, mouth, chest, and every hair of him is now Reid’s territory. He then mentally registers Luke’s chest as protected land. Not a single hair shall be chopped, waxed, or shaved.
Rolling off, and disposing of the condom, he thinks he’ll have to find a diplomatic way to inform Luke of this later, once he’s caught his breath, and isn’t likely to just blurt: you mine, grrr, roar, let me beat my chest, and command you to never shave yours.
Luke sighs happily and cuddles Reid close. “I love you,” he says.
Reid doesn’t think mmmph is going to cut it this time. “I love you, too,” he says, resting his head back on Luke’s pecs.
Luke laughs. “Are you sure? Because I’m starting to think you’re in love with my chest hair.”
“Don’t be jealous,” Reid mumbles. “There’s enough of me to go around. You and the hair can share my affections.”
Luke just laughs some more, and he kisses the top of Reid’s head. “Love you. That was amazing. I'm glad we're done waiting.”
“It was," Reid agrees. "And I'm glad too. Best sex I've ever had."
"Really?"
"By far," Reid says. He squeezes Luke, and says softly, "Love you." And Luke makes a soft sound.
Then he presses a kiss to Luke’s chest. “Love you, too,” he says solemnly to the hair.
Luke bats his arm playfully and laughs again. Reid grins, pressing his cheek to Luke’s chest, and drifting off to contented, happy, stupidly-in-love sleep.
THE END
Fandom: As The World Turns
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Not mine. No way, no how. No injury is intended. No profit is made.
Author Notes: I've been melancholy and such the last few days, and decided a bit of ridiculous fluff would do the trick. This silliness probably could've been redeemed if I'd included porn, but I wasn't in the mood, so if you feel that you really missed out by not getting to read their first time, please to be finding a first time story HERE and HERE that might, hopefully, fit your needs. ;) And, no, I am not projecting any of my own, um, lustful enjoyment of Luke Snyder's body hair onto Reid at all, okay? Okay. Just so we're straight on that. :P ;)
Thanks to _alicesprings and amelialourdes for beta! Thank you so much! :)
Of Chests and Hair
Reid is pretty sure that today is the day. There have been hints and innuendo from Luke all week, and Reid isn’t sure what is so damn special about tonight, but, hey, it’s Friday, and if Luke’s decided that it’s going to be Reid’s lucky night, then he’s not asking questions.
Katie knows. Reid is certain of that, too, because she made a big production earlier when she brought him a sandwich for lunch going on about how she and Jacob would be staying at Margo’s, for the entire weekend, because Margo was suffering from empty nest syndrome since Casey left town, and that Reid could rest assured that she and Jacob would absolutely not be home for the next two nights, and she was telling him so that he wouldn’t worry about her.
Reid’s not sure who she thinks she’s fooling, certainly not him, but what he finds even more intriguing in a half-amused, half-creeped out kind of way, is the fact that Luke must have said something to Katie, and Reid’s curious about how that conversation might have gone. Reid’s been pretty protective of their personal life, letting Katie think what she will, but he’s sure Luke went on about how they haven’t done the deed, and that Luke wants it to be romantic and special, and Katie would’ve gone all doe-eyed at Luke’s doe-eyes, and it would’ve been a grand, schmaltzy love fest. He’s pretty sure Luke probably called it ‘making love’. Reid’s grossed out by how okay he is with that euphemism for what he hopes to do with Luke.
Regardless, he’s gotten out of the hospital about two hours early, and even though Luke told Reid to pick him up at his mommy’s house at 8:00 sharp, Reid’s thinking that getting a two hour jump on the naked times is an absolutely fantastic idea, and surely Luke won’t mind, either, since they’ve waited, oh, forever for this, so Reid doesn’t bother to call ahead.
Lily lets Reid into the house and says that Luke’s upstairs. She’s just getting ready to yell up to Luke, when her phone rings and it’s more melodrama from Luke’s bratty sister; the one who seems hell-bent on losing her virginity, not the one who is just kinda cute and tugs Reid’s heartstrings in ways that he doesn’t quite like. He usually just shoves cookies at Natalie and hopes that will somehow make it stop, but it doesn’t. And with Ethan it’s nearly just as bad.
Lily waves him toward the stairs, and Reid doesn’t hesitate. If he has to stand and listen to Lily talk to Faith, he’ll probably make a comment about her parenting, and that will lead to...well, at the very least it will lead to nothing good, and it might actually lead to something so very not good that Reid might destroy his chances of getting laid after all. Best to keep his mouth zipped and hustle up the stairs to the safety of Luke and then get them both out of this house as soon as humanly possible.
Reid taps softly on Luke’s bedroom door, and when there’s no answer he pushes the door open. Luke’s not in his room, but the noises coming from the open bathroom indicate that Luke is in there. Reid listens and the sounds don’t indicate anything extraordinarily private going on, so he shuts the bedroom door behind him, and moves toward the bathroom to investigate.
Luke’s standing at the sink with some kind of cup full of something and he’s smearing it on his chest with a wooden stick. Reid’s mind clicks into a realization - wait--that’s...oh, no, no no!
“What are you doing?” Reid asks, horrified.
Luke jumps and actually screams, almost dropping the foul, evil stuff he’s holding in his hand, but unfortunately manages not to at the last second.
“Reid! Oh my God! You scared me!”
“Your door wasn’t locked,” Reid says.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
Reid’s too focused on Luke’s chest and the glistening, drying wax that Luke has spread over a four inch square patch of it right over his left nipple to bother answering.
“What are you doing?” he asks again, waving at Luke’s chest, seized with terror.
Luke looks down and flushes a little. “Waxing,” he says. “Um...you know. For tonight.”
“Why?”
Luke blinks. “Because, um...I...well, I want to be attractive to you and....”
Reid takes the offending bowl of wax from Luke’s hands and puts it down on the counter by the sink. “You are attractive to me, and this is....” Reid’s at a loss for words, so he just shudders, trying to get his point across.
Luke stares at him. “Is this your way of saying you...like my chest hair?”
Reid is flabbergasted. “Yes? Who wouldn’t like your chest hair? What self-respecting gay ma--oh, wait. Okay. Never mind. I know who.” Reid narrows his eyes. “Let’s back up, Mr. Snyder. I don’t like your chest hair, okay? I love it. It turns me on. It’s turned me on since I first saw the full extent of it in Dallas and had to go jerk off in a bathroom as soon as I could get alone, okay? Are we clear?”
Luke’s face is a sight to behold. He’s clearly alternating between confused, bemused, giddy, and amused, and Reid’s fine with all of those muses so long as the giddy still turns into ‘giddy-up’ tonight, and so long as that wax never shows up anywhere near Luke’s body again.
“I...oh,” Luke says. “You noticed my chest hair in Dallas? You jerked off thinking about it?”
Reid narrows his eyes even more. “Leave it to you to focus on that.”
Luke looks smug. “You jerked off thinking about little ol’ me? All the way back then?”
Reid sighs, runs a hand over his face. “Like you’ve never jerked off thinking of me.”
Luke looks like his smile could power a space shuttle launch all the way to the moon. “Are we counting this as verbal foreplay?”
Reid says, “If it gets me to the actual ‘play’ part of the evening, then count it however you want.”
“Give me two minutes,” Luke says. “And then we can get out of here.”
Reid’s glad that Luke is as eager as he is to get to that portion of then evening’s festivities. After all the waiting, he’s not sure if he can take much more.
Reid leans against the door jamb and watches as Luke gets a bottle of baby oil out from under his sink, and works the wax out of the hair on his chest, and then washes off. When he sprays his deodorant and starts to poke at the hair on his head, reaching for some kind of product, Reid’s had enough and grabs his hand.
“Come on, I’m just going to mess it up anyway.”
“Yeah?” Luke asks.
Reid pulls him close, running his hands over Luke’s chest hair and says, “Absolutely.”
The kiss is hot and Reid’s cock is already aching from all of this discussion of what’s to come, and given the way Luke’s humping him, Luke must be feeling much the same. Reid slides his hands over Luke’s chest again, feeling the soft, still damp, absolutely perfect amount of body fur, and says, “Dr. Oliver steps in for yet another last second save. A brain tumor this morning, and chest hair tonight.”
“Glad my chest hair ranks with your patients, Reid,” Luke laughs, half-scolding.
Reid kisses Luke’s mouth, and then ducks his head down to rub his face against Luke’s chest, nuzzling against the hair, and kissing his nipples with short, open-mouthed sucks. Luke gasps, and twists out of Reid’s arms.
“Let’s get out of here,” Luke says, face flushed and breath coming in turned-on gasps.
“Hell, yeah,” Reid agrees. “Katie informs me that she’s going to be at Margo’s all weekend, emphasis hers.” He watches at Luke pulls on a shirt, a v-neck that shows off the hairs that Reid has just triumphantly saved. “What did you tell her?”
Luke smiles. “Does it matter?”
Reid glares, but it’s way too full of love, he knows, to actually do any good. “So long as this actually happens tonight, Mr. Snyder, then you could’ve told her that I was a virgin in need of sweet wooing and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
Luke takes Reid’s hand and pulls him out of the room. “Funny, ‘cause that’s just what I told her. Well, that, and I also sort of revealed that you’ve been suffering from this massive case of blue balls, and that I thought it was about time I did something about it. You know, before they fall off.”
At the bottom of the stairs, Reid sees Luke’s frown when he overhears his mother’s voice still talking on the phone with Faith in the living room.
“Oh, hell no,” Reid says, gripping Luke’s hand harder. “We’re leaving. Mommy will figure out where you are. Or, if you have to, you can text her. But my balls are in need of saving. Your chest hair owes them. No time to waste.”
Luke laughs.
Later, his eyes blown wide with his third orgasm and his ass filled with Reid’s convulsing cock, Luke says, “Damn, you really love my chest hair, don’t you?”
Reid gasps against Luke’s chest, where he’s got his face nestled against the hair in question, trembling through aftershocks. “Mmmph.”
“Yeah,” Luke agrees. “Mmmph sounds about right.”
Reid grins against Luke’s chest hair and mentally declares himself the official conqueror of Luke’s body, and Luke’s ass, mouth, chest, and every hair of him is now Reid’s territory. He then mentally registers Luke’s chest as protected land. Not a single hair shall be chopped, waxed, or shaved.
Rolling off, and disposing of the condom, he thinks he’ll have to find a diplomatic way to inform Luke of this later, once he’s caught his breath, and isn’t likely to just blurt: you mine, grrr, roar, let me beat my chest, and command you to never shave yours.
Luke sighs happily and cuddles Reid close. “I love you,” he says.
Reid doesn’t think mmmph is going to cut it this time. “I love you, too,” he says, resting his head back on Luke’s pecs.
Luke laughs. “Are you sure? Because I’m starting to think you’re in love with my chest hair.”
“Don’t be jealous,” Reid mumbles. “There’s enough of me to go around. You and the hair can share my affections.”
Luke just laughs some more, and he kisses the top of Reid’s head. “Love you. That was amazing. I'm glad we're done waiting.”
“It was," Reid agrees. "And I'm glad too. Best sex I've ever had."
"Really?"
"By far," Reid says. He squeezes Luke, and says softly, "Love you." And Luke makes a soft sound.
Then he presses a kiss to Luke’s chest. “Love you, too,” he says solemnly to the hair.
Luke bats his arm playfully and laughs again. Reid grins, pressing his cheek to Luke’s chest, and drifting off to contented, happy, stupidly-in-love sleep.
THE END