Amber- boy
Author: scotianova
Title: Amber-boy
related to FFF - Late September -
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
It's not revised, all mistakes are mine
Warnings: none
Amber-boy
Luke loved September, always had. Not because it was the month he was born. No, it was because of its colors.
When he was a kid he refused to spell the name correctly and always spelled it Septamber.
Amber.
September - the amber month.
Luke’s favorite month.
Once someone had called the color of his eyes ‘amber, dark, smooth amber’.
He’d liked that.
A lot.
Casey calling him “Amber-boy” subsequently bothered Luke - but only on the surface.
He was used to Casey’s teasing.
Strolling September-fields, inhaling the rich earthly scent filling the air telling of busy farm-people swarming out and reaping the harvest and the colors, the incredible colors everywhere, rich-deep yellow, deep-red with rusty sprinkle, light brown interveined with dark chocolate, bronze, orange fighting with purple for dominance…
God he never got enough of the wonderful nature in September.
Innocent in its own natural circle - only humans were disturbing, threatening it - with senseless violence, thoughtless actions, heartlessness.
Luke slid his hand gently across the soft full ears surrounding him and deeply inhaled the warm air, filled with powder and promises. Since yesterday his entire life filled with promises.
Promises of honesty, cherishing, sharing and love.
Honesty.
Cherishing.
Sharing.
Love.
Reid.
Luke shook his head almost imperceptively and smiled, he smiled to himself and the one who wasn’t here right now but was with him all along.
Because Reid had marked him, branded him, sealed him, and written his name all over him.
Luke chuckled - Why couldn’t everybody see it?
The R on his forehead,
The E on his right,
an I on his left cheek
and the D on his mouth?
R like “right here”
E like “exclusively his”
I like “ it’s you”
D
finally
the soft dental sound - like Reid’s soft kisses, almost shy, almost chaste - at the first moments before changing into something different, something urgent and fierce.
Like those white a bit crooked teeth softly teasing his nipples.
Yesterday morning, both of them standing at the window of Lucinda’s cottage, watching the soft September-sun rising, Reid so close behind him, holding him tight, one arm wrapped around his chest the other around his waist, optimally distributed soft but distinctive pressure.
“I am not going anywhere” Luke had chuckled pressing his back even closer into Reid.
“Who knows? I have to be sure that you won’t melt into thin air. Or run after him yet again.”
That had hit him. How could Reid be so insecure after what they’d shared the night before?
So he turned, thunderstruck.
“How can you still doubt me, us?” Luke was at a loss of words since Reid’s face mirrored his vulnerability in a way that brought tears to Luke’s eyes, which grew even wider, darker and shinier than Reid considered possible.
“My Amber-man” Reid suddenly whispered as if just having an inspiration.
“What?”
Amber-boy - his old nickname.
Reid couldn’t know that.
“Yeah - it’s as if those incredible September-colors, orange, brown, red, golden, multicolored sprinkled intermingle and become such shiny miraculous amber that's your eyes. And you’re so soft and warm and radiating those soothing rays. You’re unbelievable, Luke. Unbelievably beautiful.”
And then they had kissed again and again and Reid had gently dragged him to their bed.
Yes, they’d made it their bed in just one night.
“I love you so much” - it was just a whisper escaping Luke’s swollen lips but Reid caught it and kept it. He couldn’t answer Luke’s declaration of love right now. His speech organs suddenly refused to do their job. It was almost too much, the love, the richness, the fullness, completion.
Later they’d lain in bed, entangled, holding each other, doing what countless lovers have done countless times before, relive their beginnings, recall the first times they’d noticed that something had changed. Retelling what had amazed them most. They even relived the pain, hurt and insecurities that even increased their pleasures of love - now that they were gone.
“You know, I never figured out what you actually wanted from me - and that made me so insanely insecure.” Luke said softly and caressed Reid’s cheekbone with his thumb.
“Have you figured it out now?”
“Not really, it’s just a miracle.”
“It’s just this...” And with that Reid pulled Luke impossibly closer.
“I wanted to be with you. Luke. Want to be with you, just you. Only you!”
Suddenly Luke shivered feeling the loss of Reid’s comforting warmth. He took the black sweater smelling of Reid that was loosely wrapped around his shoulders and pulled it over his head.
Smoothing it down his upper body and arms he felt better, basking his face in the fading sun he turned around and walked back to the cottage with longwinded and certain strides. Reid would get home soon and Luke wanted to be there, waiting for him, welcoming him with his arms wide open.
Title: Amber-boy
related to FFF - Late September -
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
It's not revised, all mistakes are mine
Warnings: none
Amber-boy
Luke loved September, always had. Not because it was the month he was born. No, it was because of its colors.
When he was a kid he refused to spell the name correctly and always spelled it Septamber.
Amber.
September - the amber month.
Luke’s favorite month.
Once someone had called the color of his eyes ‘amber, dark, smooth amber’.
He’d liked that.
A lot.
Casey calling him “Amber-boy” subsequently bothered Luke - but only on the surface.
He was used to Casey’s teasing.
Strolling September-fields, inhaling the rich earthly scent filling the air telling of busy farm-people swarming out and reaping the harvest and the colors, the incredible colors everywhere, rich-deep yellow, deep-red with rusty sprinkle, light brown interveined with dark chocolate, bronze, orange fighting with purple for dominance…
God he never got enough of the wonderful nature in September.
Innocent in its own natural circle - only humans were disturbing, threatening it - with senseless violence, thoughtless actions, heartlessness.
Luke slid his hand gently across the soft full ears surrounding him and deeply inhaled the warm air, filled with powder and promises. Since yesterday his entire life filled with promises.
Promises of honesty, cherishing, sharing and love.
Honesty.
Cherishing.
Sharing.
Love.
Reid.
Luke shook his head almost imperceptively and smiled, he smiled to himself and the one who wasn’t here right now but was with him all along.
Because Reid had marked him, branded him, sealed him, and written his name all over him.
Luke chuckled - Why couldn’t everybody see it?
The R on his forehead,
The E on his right,
an I on his left cheek
and the D on his mouth?
R like “right here”
E like “exclusively his”
I like “ it’s you”
D
finally
the soft dental sound - like Reid’s soft kisses, almost shy, almost chaste - at the first moments before changing into something different, something urgent and fierce.
Like those white a bit crooked teeth softly teasing his nipples.
Yesterday morning, both of them standing at the window of Lucinda’s cottage, watching the soft September-sun rising, Reid so close behind him, holding him tight, one arm wrapped around his chest the other around his waist, optimally distributed soft but distinctive pressure.
“I am not going anywhere” Luke had chuckled pressing his back even closer into Reid.
“Who knows? I have to be sure that you won’t melt into thin air. Or run after him yet again.”
That had hit him. How could Reid be so insecure after what they’d shared the night before?
So he turned, thunderstruck.
“How can you still doubt me, us?” Luke was at a loss of words since Reid’s face mirrored his vulnerability in a way that brought tears to Luke’s eyes, which grew even wider, darker and shinier than Reid considered possible.
“My Amber-man” Reid suddenly whispered as if just having an inspiration.
“What?”
Amber-boy - his old nickname.
Reid couldn’t know that.
“Yeah - it’s as if those incredible September-colors, orange, brown, red, golden, multicolored sprinkled intermingle and become such shiny miraculous amber that's your eyes. And you’re so soft and warm and radiating those soothing rays. You’re unbelievable, Luke. Unbelievably beautiful.”
And then they had kissed again and again and Reid had gently dragged him to their bed.
Yes, they’d made it their bed in just one night.
“I love you so much” - it was just a whisper escaping Luke’s swollen lips but Reid caught it and kept it. He couldn’t answer Luke’s declaration of love right now. His speech organs suddenly refused to do their job. It was almost too much, the love, the richness, the fullness, completion.
Later they’d lain in bed, entangled, holding each other, doing what countless lovers have done countless times before, relive their beginnings, recall the first times they’d noticed that something had changed. Retelling what had amazed them most. They even relived the pain, hurt and insecurities that even increased their pleasures of love - now that they were gone.
“You know, I never figured out what you actually wanted from me - and that made me so insanely insecure.” Luke said softly and caressed Reid’s cheekbone with his thumb.
“Have you figured it out now?”
“Not really, it’s just a miracle.”
“It’s just this...” And with that Reid pulled Luke impossibly closer.
“I wanted to be with you. Luke. Want to be with you, just you. Only you!”
Suddenly Luke shivered feeling the loss of Reid’s comforting warmth. He took the black sweater smelling of Reid that was loosely wrapped around his shoulders and pulled it over his head.
Smoothing it down his upper body and arms he felt better, basking his face in the fading sun he turned around and walked back to the cottage with longwinded and certain strides. Reid would get home soon and Luke wanted to be there, waiting for him, welcoming him with his arms wide open.