FIC - The List
Title: The List
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,469
Characters/Pairing: Luke and Noah
Summary: Noah thinks the unthinkable. But is he right…?
AN: Written for the Nuke-anon with the first line prompt of “Are you cheating on me, Luke? ” and the theme of Apocalypse.
“Are you cheating on me, Luke?”
The six words kept repeating themselves over and over again in Noah’s mind, pushing out all other thoughts and becoming the only thing that he could focus on.
He was meant to be concentrating his energies on looking through the assorted photographs spread out on the table before him so he could choose suitable locations for his next shoot.
But his frantic mind kept coming back to the same question.
Noah couldn’t even believe he was contemplating the question. Luke wouldn’t do that to him… to them.
Not after everything they’d been through.
But the facts were there. Luke had been acting really weirdly recently. There were the abruptly ended phone calls when Noah walked into the room. His boyfriend’s arriving home late without any of the usual rambled explanations. There were unusual silences when Noah had turned around to find Luke just staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. That just wasn’t like Luke. Luke liked to talk about everything and anything.
A silent and introspective Luke unnerved Noah like nothing else.
Just this very morning Noah had wandered bleary eyed out of their bedroom to find Luke already up and typing away on his laptop in their LA apartment’s living room.
That Luke was up before Noah was unheard of and when he’d asked his boyfriend if everything was okay, Luke had almost jumped out of the chair in shock, slammed the laptop shut and spun around with a guilty expression on his face.
Caught red-handed!
Noah bit his lip absentmindedly as he looked at his watch. Luke should be finished at his creative writing course and be back home by now.
His hand pushed past the photographs and reached for his cell. He just had to know the truth. The worry and the not knowing were eating him alive. On the drive in he’d found himself planning to sort through Luke’s pockets while doing the laundry or trying to get a hold of Luke’s cell to check the call log while his boyfriend wasn’t looking.
This was driving him crazy.
Noah’s finger was hovering over the speed-dial when he realized he couldn’t do this over the phone.
He had to see Luke face-to-face.
He left the photos scattered over the desk, grabbed his jacket and cell and left with a mumbled instruction to Janet, the secretary, to hold his calls and he’d be back later.
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As he opened their front door, Noah could hear Luke’s mumbled voice coming from the rear of their apartment.
The bedroom!
Oh shit! He’d caught Luke and his… his - he couldn’t even bring himself to think the word - in the act.
His legs felt like they were going to buckle at any moment and he felt sick to the stomach.
But still he was drawn to the bedroom and his hand was on the doorknob before he’d even realized he’d moved.
Noah swallowed hard, his heart in his mouth, as he pushed open the door.
He was greeted, not by the expected dreaded sight, but by the sight of Luke, fully clothed, as he knelt on the bed.
The blonde exposed a tantalizing strip of bare skin atop the waistband of his jeans as he lent forward to finish threading a strand of white flower-shaped lights through the wooden slats of their headboard.
Luke hopped off the bed and surveyed his handiwork with his arms folded across his chest.
“Luke?” Noah asked in confusion, his head turning to check the rest of the room.
There were unlit candles placed strategically on every surface and he spotted a small overflowing cardboard box of red rose petals on the bedside table.
Luke spun around, his mouth dropping open and his eyes widening in surprise. “Noah?! What are you doing here? You’re too early; nothing’s ready yet!” The blonde’s hands dropped to his hips and Noah could tell he was almost ready to stamp his foot in frustration.
Noah took a step further into the room. “What’s going on? Who were you talking to?”
Luke’s gaze dropped sheepishly to the floor in front of Noah’s feet. “I… I was rehearsing.”
“Rehearsing what?” Noah asked hesitantly, a sinking feeling building in the pit of his stomach that he had got things horribly wrong.
Luke dropped onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging in disappointment as he looked up at Noah. “I wanted to make sure I said it right. I know in the past I… I haven’t always said the right thing.”
“Luke,” Noah said as he took another step forward. He knew what Luke was talking about and they’d agreed - no more recriminations. What was done was done. What had been said was forgiven. On both sides.
He dropped down onto his knees in front of Luke and rested his hands on the blonde’s jean-clad thighs, caressing them gently. “What’s going on?”
When Luke remained silent, Noah pressed on. “Talk to me, Luke.”
Luke sighed and then took a deep breath. “We’ve… we’ve been given an assignment in class about the End of Days and it kind of got me to thinking.”
Noah was confused. “End of Days?”
Luke nodded. “Yeah, you know? End of Days. The Apocalypse. The end of the world as we know it.”
“Yeah, I got that. But what did it make you think about?”
Luke reached out and covered Noah’s hands with his own as he locked eyes with the clear blue. “It made me think about all the things we haven’t done yet.” He nodded back over his shoulder toward the box of rose petals. “We’ve never made love on a duvet strewn with rose petals before.”
Noah smiled up at Luke with a mischievous glint in his eye, remembering a conversation from years ago. “Neither have we done it all sweaty and hot in a locker room after a really rough game of handball.”
Luke grasped Noah’s hands, pulling him closer toward him as he lent forward and murmured huskily into Noah’s ear. “I could arrange that too.”
Noah felt a surge of desire spreading down his spine and pooling in his groin at those whispered words and Luke’s hot breath over his sensitive skin.
Luke pulled back. “But my point is - I want to do all those things with you. I want to do everything with you. While we have time.”
“But you don’t actually believe all of that End of Days stuff? Do you, Luke?”
Luke looked a little sheepish. “No. Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know!” He flung his arms out expressively. “Shit! This is all coming out wrong. Argh! I’m just being stupid, is all.”
He started to rise but Noah gripped his thighs and held him in place. “No. Wait, Luke. You’re not being stupid.” He gave his boyfriend a slow burn of a smile, relief flooding through him that he’d been completely wrong in his suspicions. He felt guilty that he’d even considered it in the first place. “It’s kinda cute, actually.”
Luke could never resist that smile and he found himself smiling back. “Cute, huh?” He flicked his gaze down from Noah’s eyes to his mouth then back again. “Just cute? Not incredibly sexy too?”
“Oh yeah! That too!” Noah readily agreed as he moved his hands off of Luke’s thighs and circled them around his boyfriend’s ass, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed so he could rise up onto his knees and press their lips together.
The kiss started slowly at first but, as was always the way with them, it soon developed into something more.
Luke’s hands came up to fist in Noah’s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss as his tongue pressed past willingly parted lips.
Noah’s one hand held Luke in place as the other slipped down underneath the waistband of his boyfriend’s jeans and a searching finger expertly sought out the tight ring of muscle between pert ass cheeks.
“Have you got time to take an extended lunch break?” Luke panted out as they parted.
“Hell yeah! I’ll make time,” Noah readily agreed as he pulled his lover’s green T-shirt over his head.
“Good,” Luke almost growled as he grabbed Noah by the shirt front and pulled him back into the kiss.
Frantic fingers worked at annoyingly stubborn articles of clothing. Shirt buttons were sent skittering to all four corners of the room and zips were yanked down as jeans and pants were quickly shed, followed by shoes, sneakers, socks and finally underwear… all tossed somewhere unseen behind them.
At last they stood, hard and naked, at the end of the bed.
“Fuck, Luke! Want you… want you so much.” Noah’s voice was gravelly and low with raw desire as he pushed Luke backward onto the bed.
Luke scrambled onto his side and reached for the bedside drawer for their supplies. Ignoring the condoms, which hadn’t seen daylight for long time, he reached for the lube before twisting back and handing it to Noah.
Noah looked at the bottle and then looked at his lover, wantonly stretched out for him, and he closed his eyes against the thought that he’d ever imagined Luke could cheat on him.
“Noah?” Luke asked, his voice edged with concern, as he reached out to touch the taut lines of Noah’s stomach.
Noah opened his eyes at the touch and the call of his name, smiling down at the man beneath him.
He dropped to his knees, squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and placed a kiss to the inside of Luke’s thigh before lovingly but swiftly preparing him to take his length.
He was soon adding a second and third finger and Luke was pushing back against him, the blonde’s fingers twisting in the sheets, his eyes screwed shut. “Now, Noah. Need you now!” Luke growled as he ground himself onto Noah’s long finger as it angled expertly to hit his prostate again and again.
Noah didn’t need ordering twice.
He removed his fingers and positioned himself at Luke’s entrance, hooking his hands behind Luke’s knees as he pushed into him.
He paused at the hiss that escaped his lover’s lips, waiting for him to adjust.
Luke’s eyes shot open and the hazel orbs were several shades darker with lust. “Move!”
Noah moved slowly at first but soon the room was echoing to the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Luke’s legs slipped from Noah’s grasp and hooked behind the pistoning hips, pulling him in even deeper into their frantic rhythm.
As beads of sweat dropped from Noah onto Luke’s torso, dampening his chest hair and mingling with Luke’s own sweat, he knew that he would not last much longer.
He felt the familiar sensation building in the base of his spine and he reached out with one hand to grip around Luke’s girth, his fist a blur of movement as he brought his lover hurtling to his climax.
Luke’s undoing overwhelmed his senses and it was all he could do to hold on as his own climax rolled over him and he jerked his release deep inside the man beneath him.
As Luke’s legs slipped from around him, Noah found himself being pulled down into Luke’s embrace. He rested his head in the crook of Luke’s neck and pressed soft butterfly kisses to the heated skin as their chests heaved together.
Wanting to stay put but knowing he should move, Noah rolled away reluctantly.
He kept their contact by placing one hand flat against Luke’s skin.
Noah could feel the chuckle rising in Luke’s chest. “Ha, guess we never made it to spreading out the rose petals.”
Noah rolled on his side and inched closer, leaning in to lick Luke’s earlobe. “We’ll just have to do it all over again.”
“I like that plan. But wait,” Luke paused as he turned away from Noah and fished for something in the bedside drawer. “There’s something else on my list of things that I want to do with you,” he continued as he turned back over, hiding something behind his back.
Noah cocked an eyebrow questioningly as he waited for Luke to explain. In his experience it was always worthwhile waiting for Luke.
“Will you marry me?” Luke asked as he moved the velvet box he was hiding behind his back into view.
Noah’s breath caught in his throat. He was shocked. He certainly wasn’t expecting this on the drive over here. He looked at Luke’s face then at the box and back to Luke’s expectant face again. He was lost for words.
Luke’s face fell at Noah’s lack of response and he started talking a mile a minute. “Look, I know this is kind of a shock. We haven’t talked about this. Well not since… Ameera. But… but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and… and…” He stuttered to a stop, uncertain how to continue.
Perhaps it was too soon? Maybe Noah didn’t want this?
Noah reached out and took the box from Luke’s grasp. He opened the box and gasped when he saw two simple, identical Platinum rings. He’d be lying if he said he’d never considered the two of them getting married but, Luke was right, they hadn’t talked about it recently.
And… oh hell… who was he kidding?
He wanted nothing more than to marry Luke.
Maybe he should just throw caution to the wind once in a while!
“Yes,” he murmured, barely audible.
Luke found his voice again. “I’ll just send them back. Don’t worry. Forget I even mentioned it.”
He paused when he saw Noah’s smirk. “What?”
“I said yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Luke Snyder!”
“What? Really? You will. I didn’t…” Luke’s rambling was silenced by a kiss.
They broke apart and Noah smiled widely at his ability to silence Luke with his lips. “I have one condition though.”
Luke nodded impatiently, his face alight with excitement and joy.
“I know it’s not legal in Illinois yet but I want to wait until it is.” He could think of no other fitting place than Oakdale and the Snyder clan to bear witness to their union.
“I’m there!” Luke exclaimed. “Whatever you want. Just as long as you agree to be my husband.”
“You do realize that there’s something else we have to add to your list now?” Noah grinned from ear to ear.
“What’s that?”
Noah turned to place the box containing the rings on the bedside table before turning back to face Luke, reaching out to run his hand sensually up and down the inside of Luke’s arm.
“We have to christen this bed for the first time as fiancés,” he smirked suggestively.
“Oh, hell yes! I’m completely on board with that plan,” Luke agreed as he pulled Noah closer.
The End
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Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,469
Characters/Pairing: Luke and Noah
Summary: Noah thinks the unthinkable. But is he right…?
AN: Written for the Nuke-anon with the first line prompt of “Are you cheating on me, Luke? ” and the theme of Apocalypse.
“Are you cheating on me, Luke?”
The six words kept repeating themselves over and over again in Noah’s mind, pushing out all other thoughts and becoming the only thing that he could focus on.
He was meant to be concentrating his energies on looking through the assorted photographs spread out on the table before him so he could choose suitable locations for his next shoot.
But his frantic mind kept coming back to the same question.
Noah couldn’t even believe he was contemplating the question. Luke wouldn’t do that to him… to them.
Not after everything they’d been through.
But the facts were there. Luke had been acting really weirdly recently. There were the abruptly ended phone calls when Noah walked into the room. His boyfriend’s arriving home late without any of the usual rambled explanations. There were unusual silences when Noah had turned around to find Luke just staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. That just wasn’t like Luke. Luke liked to talk about everything and anything.
A silent and introspective Luke unnerved Noah like nothing else.
Just this very morning Noah had wandered bleary eyed out of their bedroom to find Luke already up and typing away on his laptop in their LA apartment’s living room.
That Luke was up before Noah was unheard of and when he’d asked his boyfriend if everything was okay, Luke had almost jumped out of the chair in shock, slammed the laptop shut and spun around with a guilty expression on his face.
Caught red-handed!
Noah bit his lip absentmindedly as he looked at his watch. Luke should be finished at his creative writing course and be back home by now.
His hand pushed past the photographs and reached for his cell. He just had to know the truth. The worry and the not knowing were eating him alive. On the drive in he’d found himself planning to sort through Luke’s pockets while doing the laundry or trying to get a hold of Luke’s cell to check the call log while his boyfriend wasn’t looking.
This was driving him crazy.
Noah’s finger was hovering over the speed-dial when he realized he couldn’t do this over the phone.
He had to see Luke face-to-face.
He left the photos scattered over the desk, grabbed his jacket and cell and left with a mumbled instruction to Janet, the secretary, to hold his calls and he’d be back later.
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As he opened their front door, Noah could hear Luke’s mumbled voice coming from the rear of their apartment.
The bedroom!
Oh shit! He’d caught Luke and his… his - he couldn’t even bring himself to think the word - in the act.
His legs felt like they were going to buckle at any moment and he felt sick to the stomach.
But still he was drawn to the bedroom and his hand was on the doorknob before he’d even realized he’d moved.
Noah swallowed hard, his heart in his mouth, as he pushed open the door.
He was greeted, not by the expected dreaded sight, but by the sight of Luke, fully clothed, as he knelt on the bed.
The blonde exposed a tantalizing strip of bare skin atop the waistband of his jeans as he lent forward to finish threading a strand of white flower-shaped lights through the wooden slats of their headboard.
Luke hopped off the bed and surveyed his handiwork with his arms folded across his chest.
“Luke?” Noah asked in confusion, his head turning to check the rest of the room.
There were unlit candles placed strategically on every surface and he spotted a small overflowing cardboard box of red rose petals on the bedside table.
Luke spun around, his mouth dropping open and his eyes widening in surprise. “Noah?! What are you doing here? You’re too early; nothing’s ready yet!” The blonde’s hands dropped to his hips and Noah could tell he was almost ready to stamp his foot in frustration.
Noah took a step further into the room. “What’s going on? Who were you talking to?”
Luke’s gaze dropped sheepishly to the floor in front of Noah’s feet. “I… I was rehearsing.”
“Rehearsing what?” Noah asked hesitantly, a sinking feeling building in the pit of his stomach that he had got things horribly wrong.
Luke dropped onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging in disappointment as he looked up at Noah. “I wanted to make sure I said it right. I know in the past I… I haven’t always said the right thing.”
“Luke,” Noah said as he took another step forward. He knew what Luke was talking about and they’d agreed - no more recriminations. What was done was done. What had been said was forgiven. On both sides.
He dropped down onto his knees in front of Luke and rested his hands on the blonde’s jean-clad thighs, caressing them gently. “What’s going on?”
When Luke remained silent, Noah pressed on. “Talk to me, Luke.”
Luke sighed and then took a deep breath. “We’ve… we’ve been given an assignment in class about the End of Days and it kind of got me to thinking.”
Noah was confused. “End of Days?”
Luke nodded. “Yeah, you know? End of Days. The Apocalypse. The end of the world as we know it.”
“Yeah, I got that. But what did it make you think about?”
Luke reached out and covered Noah’s hands with his own as he locked eyes with the clear blue. “It made me think about all the things we haven’t done yet.” He nodded back over his shoulder toward the box of rose petals. “We’ve never made love on a duvet strewn with rose petals before.”
Noah smiled up at Luke with a mischievous glint in his eye, remembering a conversation from years ago. “Neither have we done it all sweaty and hot in a locker room after a really rough game of handball.”
Luke grasped Noah’s hands, pulling him closer toward him as he lent forward and murmured huskily into Noah’s ear. “I could arrange that too.”
Noah felt a surge of desire spreading down his spine and pooling in his groin at those whispered words and Luke’s hot breath over his sensitive skin.
Luke pulled back. “But my point is - I want to do all those things with you. I want to do everything with you. While we have time.”
“But you don’t actually believe all of that End of Days stuff? Do you, Luke?”
Luke looked a little sheepish. “No. Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know!” He flung his arms out expressively. “Shit! This is all coming out wrong. Argh! I’m just being stupid, is all.”
He started to rise but Noah gripped his thighs and held him in place. “No. Wait, Luke. You’re not being stupid.” He gave his boyfriend a slow burn of a smile, relief flooding through him that he’d been completely wrong in his suspicions. He felt guilty that he’d even considered it in the first place. “It’s kinda cute, actually.”
Luke could never resist that smile and he found himself smiling back. “Cute, huh?” He flicked his gaze down from Noah’s eyes to his mouth then back again. “Just cute? Not incredibly sexy too?”
“Oh yeah! That too!” Noah readily agreed as he moved his hands off of Luke’s thighs and circled them around his boyfriend’s ass, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed so he could rise up onto his knees and press their lips together.
The kiss started slowly at first but, as was always the way with them, it soon developed into something more.
Luke’s hands came up to fist in Noah’s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss as his tongue pressed past willingly parted lips.
Noah’s one hand held Luke in place as the other slipped down underneath the waistband of his boyfriend’s jeans and a searching finger expertly sought out the tight ring of muscle between pert ass cheeks.
“Have you got time to take an extended lunch break?” Luke panted out as they parted.
“Hell yeah! I’ll make time,” Noah readily agreed as he pulled his lover’s green T-shirt over his head.
“Good,” Luke almost growled as he grabbed Noah by the shirt front and pulled him back into the kiss.
Frantic fingers worked at annoyingly stubborn articles of clothing. Shirt buttons were sent skittering to all four corners of the room and zips were yanked down as jeans and pants were quickly shed, followed by shoes, sneakers, socks and finally underwear… all tossed somewhere unseen behind them.
At last they stood, hard and naked, at the end of the bed.
“Fuck, Luke! Want you… want you so much.” Noah’s voice was gravelly and low with raw desire as he pushed Luke backward onto the bed.
Luke scrambled onto his side and reached for the bedside drawer for their supplies. Ignoring the condoms, which hadn’t seen daylight for long time, he reached for the lube before twisting back and handing it to Noah.
Noah looked at the bottle and then looked at his lover, wantonly stretched out for him, and he closed his eyes against the thought that he’d ever imagined Luke could cheat on him.
“Noah?” Luke asked, his voice edged with concern, as he reached out to touch the taut lines of Noah’s stomach.
Noah opened his eyes at the touch and the call of his name, smiling down at the man beneath him.
He dropped to his knees, squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and placed a kiss to the inside of Luke’s thigh before lovingly but swiftly preparing him to take his length.
He was soon adding a second and third finger and Luke was pushing back against him, the blonde’s fingers twisting in the sheets, his eyes screwed shut. “Now, Noah. Need you now!” Luke growled as he ground himself onto Noah’s long finger as it angled expertly to hit his prostate again and again.
Noah didn’t need ordering twice.
He removed his fingers and positioned himself at Luke’s entrance, hooking his hands behind Luke’s knees as he pushed into him.
He paused at the hiss that escaped his lover’s lips, waiting for him to adjust.
Luke’s eyes shot open and the hazel orbs were several shades darker with lust. “Move!”
Noah moved slowly at first but soon the room was echoing to the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Luke’s legs slipped from Noah’s grasp and hooked behind the pistoning hips, pulling him in even deeper into their frantic rhythm.
As beads of sweat dropped from Noah onto Luke’s torso, dampening his chest hair and mingling with Luke’s own sweat, he knew that he would not last much longer.
He felt the familiar sensation building in the base of his spine and he reached out with one hand to grip around Luke’s girth, his fist a blur of movement as he brought his lover hurtling to his climax.
Luke’s undoing overwhelmed his senses and it was all he could do to hold on as his own climax rolled over him and he jerked his release deep inside the man beneath him.
As Luke’s legs slipped from around him, Noah found himself being pulled down into Luke’s embrace. He rested his head in the crook of Luke’s neck and pressed soft butterfly kisses to the heated skin as their chests heaved together.
Wanting to stay put but knowing he should move, Noah rolled away reluctantly.
He kept their contact by placing one hand flat against Luke’s skin.
Noah could feel the chuckle rising in Luke’s chest. “Ha, guess we never made it to spreading out the rose petals.”
Noah rolled on his side and inched closer, leaning in to lick Luke’s earlobe. “We’ll just have to do it all over again.”
“I like that plan. But wait,” Luke paused as he turned away from Noah and fished for something in the bedside drawer. “There’s something else on my list of things that I want to do with you,” he continued as he turned back over, hiding something behind his back.
Noah cocked an eyebrow questioningly as he waited for Luke to explain. In his experience it was always worthwhile waiting for Luke.
“Will you marry me?” Luke asked as he moved the velvet box he was hiding behind his back into view.
Noah’s breath caught in his throat. He was shocked. He certainly wasn’t expecting this on the drive over here. He looked at Luke’s face then at the box and back to Luke’s expectant face again. He was lost for words.
Luke’s face fell at Noah’s lack of response and he started talking a mile a minute. “Look, I know this is kind of a shock. We haven’t talked about this. Well not since… Ameera. But… but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and… and…” He stuttered to a stop, uncertain how to continue.
Perhaps it was too soon? Maybe Noah didn’t want this?
Noah reached out and took the box from Luke’s grasp. He opened the box and gasped when he saw two simple, identical Platinum rings. He’d be lying if he said he’d never considered the two of them getting married but, Luke was right, they hadn’t talked about it recently.
And… oh hell… who was he kidding?
He wanted nothing more than to marry Luke.
Maybe he should just throw caution to the wind once in a while!
“Yes,” he murmured, barely audible.
Luke found his voice again. “I’ll just send them back. Don’t worry. Forget I even mentioned it.”
He paused when he saw Noah’s smirk. “What?”
“I said yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Luke Snyder!”
“What? Really? You will. I didn’t…” Luke’s rambling was silenced by a kiss.
They broke apart and Noah smiled widely at his ability to silence Luke with his lips. “I have one condition though.”
Luke nodded impatiently, his face alight with excitement and joy.
“I know it’s not legal in Illinois yet but I want to wait until it is.” He could think of no other fitting place than Oakdale and the Snyder clan to bear witness to their union.
“I’m there!” Luke exclaimed. “Whatever you want. Just as long as you agree to be my husband.”
“You do realize that there’s something else we have to add to your list now?” Noah grinned from ear to ear.
“What’s that?”
Noah turned to place the box containing the rings on the bedside table before turning back to face Luke, reaching out to run his hand sensually up and down the inside of Luke’s arm.
“We have to christen this bed for the first time as fiancés,” he smirked suggestively.
“Oh, hell yes! I’m completely on board with that plan,” Luke agreed as he pulled Noah closer.
The End
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