Fic: Merlot (LuRe)
Title: Merlot (1/1)
Author: alissablue
Characters: Luke Snyder, Reid Oliver
Pairing: Luke/Reid
Rating: R, mostly for language
Warnings: Addiction, the tiniest amount of implied angst in the history of ever
Word count: 1,300
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke and/or Reid. If I did, they’d be going at it like rabbits. RABBITS, DAMNIT, RABBITS!!!!
Summary: Luke has a kink that keeps him sober.
A/N1: Inspired by a prompt by rhiannonhero , which can be found here.
A/N2: Keep in mind that this is just a fic. I am in no way trying to make light of any kind of addiction and not trying to offend anyone.
Reid opens the door to let him in and he just knows Luke can smell it on his breath. In what must be less than five seconds, before he even gets the chance to form a single coherent thought, he’s pushed on to the couch, his shirt’s unbuttoned and Luke’s lips crash into his own.
Luke’s straddling him, kissing him hungrily and rubbing up against him. He’s pulling Reid’s hair, grabbing and tugging and Reid hears nothing but Luke moaning in his mouth. Sounds he didn’t even know were coming, escape from his own lips and by the feel of Luke’s tightening jeans against his own, he can sense just how turned on Luke is.
All he can comprehend right then and there is them, lips and hands and fingers and cocks, every part of Luke touching, inhaling and sucking him. His own hands find their way underneath Luke’s shirt and his thumbs linger at Luke’s nipples, causing him to gasp at the sudden stimulation. He feels his boyfriend getting harder by the minute, grinding and moaning and breathing against him and it’s overwhelming, aggressive and dirty beyond belief.
But, despite the fact that he doesn’t care and just wants to fuck Luke so hard and fast he walks with a limp for a week, he can’t ignore the fact that it’s so damn fucked up. So incredibly, unbelievably, monstrously fucked up. Reid knows it and he’s sure somewhere deep down, Luke knows it too. But what Luke tells him later, looking at him with those big, brown, “I would never” eyes, is that he never claimed to be all clean and wholesome and virginal. He never said he wasn’t a dirty little fucker and he never ever tried to give the impression that there was anything vanilla about him, despite what Reid might have assumed.
So Reid drinking a few glasses of a really fine bottle of Merlot and Luke thirstily licking away the lingering bits of it off of Reid’s lips, shouldn’t come as a surprise. Neither should Luke inhaling him like a vacuum cleaner to feel it all the way down his gut. And him sucking Reid’s of wine tasting tongue as if there’s no tomorrow - and relishing in it a little too much- should be the most natural thing in the world. Nope, no surprise there.
But it does worry him.
He’s a genius and a doctor and Luke’s boyfriend and he can’t help but be bothered by this small, seemingly insignificant thought in the back of his mind. Because Luke only drinks sparkly water crap at parties, where Reid drinks beer and scotch and where Reid has two kidneys, Luke only has one. It’s clear as day to anyone why Luke doesn’t and shouldn’t drink. And, while Reid has had the pleasure of discovering just how much of a slut his boyfriend is when no one’s looking - sex in public, role playing and a bundle of toys come to mind - none of Luke’s kinks so far have had anything to do with alcohol. None of them include Luke getting off on the taste of liquor in his mouth.
“Luke, Luke, Luke, stop.”
And he stops right then, right hand fingers clutching the third button of Reid’s maroon shirt and puppy dog eyes with a ‘come hither’ look to die for, looking straight into his own blue eyes. Reid slowly lets out a shaky breath and makes a mental note to himself to remember next time that resistance against Luke Snyder is futile.
Luke yanks at his shirt, bringing Reid closer and leaning in to steal another kiss. He softly nibbles and sucks on Reid’s lower lip and it feels so good, so damn perfect and so fucking divine. Reid’s thinking about it, mulling it over, wondering if this is Luke’s sole purpose in life, sucking on him with such expertise you’d have to think he invented the whole notion. Moving his hips forward, they gently rock back and forth for a while, the arousing friction not lost upon the both of them. Reid puts his hands on both sides of Luke’s face and softly presses his forehead against Luke’s.
“Luke, I know you’re a kinky bastard behind closed doors, but I think you’re enjoying this a little too much.” Luke is breathing heavily, pulling back and smirking and holding his left hand over Reid’s heart. Reid can still feel the remnants of the friction of Luke’s movements and it’s taking every bit of self restraint he never thought he had, not to forget about the whole thing and fuck Luke six ways from Sunday.
“Reid, what are you talking about?”
“The fact that you’re sticking your tongue down my throat and I can feel just how turned on you are, right after I’ve had a few drinks. If this is about the wine, I want you to-”
“It’s not about the wine... It’s not, I swear.” Luke takes his eyes off Reid, letting out a sigh, while his fist releases its firm grasp on Reid’s shirt button. Reid is this close to believing him and he knows he can trust anything and everything that escapes from Luke’s perfectly shaped, pouty lips. But he also knows he’d never be able to let go of the fucked up thought in the back of his mind, if he doesn’t at least ask Luke about it.
“Are you sure about that? I know how you struggle with it, Luke. I know you come to me when you feel like you’re crawling out of your skin, wanting or even needing it more than almost anything else.” And when Luke comes to him, feeling like he’s going mad, crawling out his skin and climbing the walls, they talk. They talk and they fight. They talk and fight and go at it like rabbits, until they smell of nothing but sweat and sex and the craving he felt in every inch is replaced with the feel of Reid in every inch.
“You’re right. Almost anything else. But, hot and worried doctor boyfriend of mine, this is not one of those times.”
“How do I know this is not just you needing the taste of it, wanting a preview, before you decide you want the drink more than you want me right now?”
“Think about it, Dr. Oliver... Why would I? Why would I need to drink any myself, when licking the taste out of your mouth does things to me, the drink itself could never do?”
“Good point, Mr. Snyder... No sense in comparing the magical powers of your genius boyfriend to a bottle of Merlot.”
“Exactly. You know I’d tell you if this was about anything but just you and me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. Not now, not ever.”
“I just want you to be careful, okay? Because I am not going to lose you to a bottle of fine wine.”
Reid caresses Luke’s cheek with his left hand and running his right through Luke’s dirty blonde hair, he pulls him closer and gives him a sweet, chaste kiss. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, when or how it was decided that he deserved to find and fuck and love Luke. But he’s fucking glad it did.
“Don’t worry about it so much… Look, Reid, I’m horny as shit right now. And while licking wine out of your mouth is pretty fucking hot as hell, the reason I’m sitting here in tight jeans, all riled up and hard, is you. The wine is not the kink here. You are… Now take off your pants.”
Reid really doesn’t have to think twice about it.
Later, the last thing he feels before closing his eyes and throwing his head back, is Luke sucking wine off his dick.