Bulletproof (40/52)
Title: Bulletproof
Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke.
Previous parts: prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39
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Luke let out a sleepy sound, feeling soft skin against his cheek. He breathed out lightly, turning his face slightly to the right, burrowing it deep in the crook of Reid’s neck. He inhaled deeply, letting in the scent that was part soap and all Reid, marveling at the way it tickled his sleeping senses. He was warm, his body enveloped, cocooned by a combination of Reid’s arm wrapped around his waist and the down comforter. He yawned widely, his tongue darting out and tapping Reid’s shoulder. Luke shifted closer to Reid, grimacing slightly as his sore muscles were slow to respond. One of his legs swung over Reid’s, their feet tangling together under the sheets.
Luke opened his eyes, shifting his gaze to the sleeping man beneath him, whose curls were mussed and flattened by the pillow, his mouth slightly ajar. Luke smiled lovingly, propping his head up on his hand, just watching Reid and his own hand rising and falling with each movement of Reid’s chest. He had never seen Reid looking so peaceful since the day they met. Luke caught himself smiling serenely, wondering when it had happened that he no longer had to force himself to do so. He had never felt quite so free.
He bit his lip and leaned in kissed Reid gently in the corner if his lips. Reid shifted his head slightly, letting out a sleepy sound. His eyes opened into a small squint and the edges of his lips curled up when his sleep-dazed gaze fell on Luke. “Hey, you,” he muttered, his voice still clouded in slumber.
Luke smiled back, leaning in closer and kissing Reid full on the lips, his tongue demanding entrance. Reid complied eagerly, pressing Luke closer, his palm flat along the small of Luke’s back. Luke grinned, all concept of sleep abandoned, his hand still playing with the skin of Reid’s chest, fingers tweaking Reid’s nipples hard. Reid moaned hotly, as though he hadn’t been expecting the action so soon after waking up.
“Mmph, you recover quickly,” he chuckled, his fingers jumping over the bumps of Luke’s spine.
Luke grinned, shifting himself to the right and swinging his leg over to Reid’s side until he was straddling the older man, their lips never parting unless they were speaking. “That a bad thing?”
“Wake up sex?” Reid started, the end of the inquiry cut of by a throaty moan as Luke ground his hips against Reid’s, their cocks waking up with each frictional contact. He sucked on Luke’s bottom lip with as much focus as he had Luke’s cock, biting down and pulling the younger man further toward himself. “Only if it doesn’t happen.” They made out for a moment, getting steadily harder against one another. Luke’s hands were intent on making Reid’s nipples swollen with just the contact from his fingertips. Reid’s hands danced up and down Luke’s back, every once in a while massaging Luke’s butt cheeks and teasing Luke’s hole. “You sore?”
“A little,” Luke murmured, refusing to let his lips leave Reid’s. “My fault,” he joked, “I didn’t stretch properly beforehand. I’m an athlete. I should have known better.”
“Yes, that must be it,” Reid groaned sarcastically with a chuckle.
Luke pulled away with a soft laugh, looking down at Reid, his hand straying tenderly to Reid’s hair, brushing it through and allowing Reid’s curls to naturally wind themselves around Luke’s fingertips. There was a sort of desire that Reid had never seen in Luke’s dark brown eyes. He wondered if he hoped it was love. He thought it might be.
“Do you mind if I . . .” Luke whispered quietly, licking his lips hungrily, moving himself backward, moving his hands in small waves down Reid’s chest. He felt Reid’s stomach contract deeply at the contact from a combination of being ticklish and expectation of what Luke might be requesting.
“Yeah?”
Luke bit his lip nervously. “I mean . . . I’ve heard some people don’t like it-”
“I always through they were idiots,” Reid asserted matter-of-factly, his breaths beginning to come in short, stinted intervals as he watched Luke in anticipation.
Luke snorted at Reid’s tone, leaning down and swirling his tongue instinctively around Reid’s navel as he inched himself further down and between Reid’s legs, guided by pure instinct, Reid’s hard cock leaving a trail of pre-come down Luke’s chest. Luke propped himself up, staring almost hungrily at it. He glanced up uncertainly at Reid, who gave him the smallest nod of encouragement. Luke nodded, pursing his lips and took a rapid, short lick at the head of Reid’s cock, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth to spread the taste. He leaned down and swirled his tongue once around Reid’s head before taking him in.
Reid let out a strangled gasp, trying desperately to refrain from jutting his hips upward into Luke’s mouth before the youth was ready but, Luke, despite operating purely on instinct, seemed to know exactly what he had to do to completely unhinge Reid to his very core. Without any sort of instruction, his hands wrapped around the base of Reid’s cock, tongue swirling around carefully as though he were licking the drips off a melting ice cream cone.
Luke proceeded slowly at first, unsure if he was doing it right, but when Reid could no longer contain himself and thrust naturally into Luke’s mouth, the latter’s mouth curled somewhat around Reid’s cock and he took him further in, humming pleasurably as Reid’s head scraped the roof of his mouth. The noises Reid made when his cock hit the back of Luke’s throat were one’s he’d never in his life admit to outside of that very room and when Luke swirled patterns across the vein on his underside he gasped, feeling his orgasm coiling in preparation to rip through him.
“Luke . . .” he gasped out in warning, thinking the latter would pull back but when he came with one final suck Luke remained where he was. Reid’s discharge flooded his mouth and he swallowed as much as he could before pulling always breathily, his mouth open and eyes dark, a small rivulet of come leaking out of the corner of his gaping mouth. He breathed heavily for a moment, mind blown by the fact that he had so thoroughly unhinged Reid with nothing more than his mouth, until Reid reached around to the back of his head and pulled him closer, liking the come from his chin and kissing him hard.
“Was that . . .” Luke started, nervously.
“So, so good,” Reid muttered, refusing to let Luke’s lips leave his for more time than was necessary.
He rolled them both over until they were both lying on their sides, tongues running against each other as they lay making out. Reid compensated by running his hand down Luke’s side and wrapping it around him, ravaging Luke’s mouth as the latter gasped in surprise, as though he hadn’t been expecting anything more than a heated make out session. He thrust his hips forward, gasping into Reid’s mouth and fucking himself on Reid’s hand. Reid’s tongue curled around his, sucking hard as his hand thrust forward as Luke did, keeping tempo perfectly in unison until Luke came into his hand with unearthly, gasping moans.
Luke’s come coated Reid’s hand in sticky sweetness, which he used to decrease friction as he kept his hand moving as Luke shakily rode out his orgasm, his lips never leaving Luke’s until the younger man stopped quivering and was able to kiss him back. Reid pulled away and brought his hand up to his mouth, managing only to lick the come of his pointer finger before Luke took it and sucked lightly on the remaining fingers, sweeping them clean and watching in amazement as Reid’s eyes couldn’t help but close at the simple pleasure, his free hand massaging the skin at the base of Luke’s neck.
“So, morning sex?” Luke chuckled, taking Reid’s clean fingers and intertwining them with his own, leaning his head back to increase the pressure of Reid’s light massage.
“It’s a lovely thing,” Reid answered, his voice deep, eyes closed blissfully.
“I could get used to it,” Luke laughed, unable to take his eyes off the almost indiscernible freckles on the tip of Reid’s nose.
Reid opened his eyes and smiled softly, meeting and holding Luke’s gaze. “I think I could too,” he admitted, not even thinking about whether that signified a commitment. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was Luke and the way he kept looking at him. “So . . .” he started casually, his fingers tangling in Luke’s hair as they moved down softly to Luke’s tense shoulders, “You’re really trying to blaze through firsts here, aren’t you? First sex, first blow job received, first blow job given, first hand job received.”
“Yeah, I’m a regular trailblazer,” Luke chuckled contently, stretching his arms above his head and exposing his flat stomach further to Reid. “Ugh . . .” he groaned, looking toward the bathroom door, rubbing his stomach gently as it growled. “I should probably shower,” Luke finished sagely, waggling his eyebrows at Reid with a cheeky grin on his face.
Reid rolled his eyes, letting out a similar groan and adopting Luke’s position. “If that’s supposed to be an open invitation, kid, I’ve got to tell you: you have seriously got to give me time to recuperate, you know. We can’t all be nineteen,” he joked, trying hard to be grave.
Luke crinkled his nose mockingly, giving Reid an exasperated look. “Fine. I suppose first shower sex will wait until you catch up, Grandpa.”
Reid shook his head. “God damn, you are so high maintenance,” he grumbled, raising an eyebrow as Luke’s stomach growled again. “Breakfast?”
He cocked an eyebrow as Luke considered this and nodded. Reid grinned and swooped in for a quick peck on the lips before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and wandering over to the dresser, shaking his ass casually as he sauntered and picked out a pair of black boxer briefs and slipping them on. He winked at Luke’s chuckle of amusement and threw a pair of crimson sweatpants at the blonde before exiting the room.
Luke smiled softly, loving that the warm feeling spreading from his chest didn’t disappear the moment Reid left the room. He followed suit, easing himself gingerly from the bed and pulling the sweatpants on. He rubbed his ass, running his hand tenderly along the crack, smiling at the soreness. It was a good type of sore, even better than the kind he would get after a particularly long run or satisfyingly grueling basketball practice. He wouldn’t trade this for anything.
He wandered out into the living room and flopped himself over the backrest of the couch, glancing toward the kitchen where Reid was brewing coffee. “Is it Saturday?” he called, leaning comfortably against the blue and brown couch cushions.
“If you’re asking to watch cartoons, I’m seriously going to rethink this arrangement,” Reid responded, pouring fresh coffee into two flowery mugs and walking toward the living room. He carefully handed one to Luke, continuing to stand over him and eye him critically.
Luke laughed. “When I was little, our kindergarten classes would be split in two. Some kits would attend morning kindergarten, some afternoon. I was part of the latter and every morning, while eating breakfast, I would sit in front of the TV and watch Arthur.”
“Seriously?”
Luke nodded, grinning at the disgust in the doctor’s voice. “I sometimes still do.”
“Go to kindergarten?”
Luke laughed, rolling his eyes. “Watch Arthur while eating breakfast.”
“Great Scott, I’m sleeping with a toddler,” Reid groaned, stepping over Luke’s legs and sitting down on the couch next to him, careful not to spill any coffee on the white couch. He shifted his cup from right hand to left and eased his right arm onto the backrest and around Luke’s shoulders.
Luke grinned, ready to comment on Reid’s marvelous cuddling skills. “I have siblings,” he murmured instead by way of explanation, also transposing his beverage from one hand to the other. His right hand reached up and his fingers intertwined with the ones Reid had resting delicately on his shoulder. He glanced at their hands, pale ones interchangeable with long, tan ones and pressed his lips gently to the back of Reid’s hand before leaning his head the other way and resting it on Reid’s shoulder, allowing Reid to push him in closer.
“Sure.”
“Plus Arthur is excellent,” he murmured, inhaling the strong scent of Java-bought coffee. “You’re telling me you didn’t watch cartoons when you were little?”
“Nope,” Reid answered, Luke’s hair tickling his cheek gently.
“Seriously?”
“I read.”
Luke adjusted his head on Reid’s shoulder bone, loving how warm the skin felt under his own. He couldn’t believe that, for months, he had thought that what he’d had with Noah was the best he could get. That what his parents had, on-and-off, between them, was the way it was meant to be. It was nothing like this. It couldn’t possibly feel as good as this.
“No time like the present,” Luke grinned, an action that Reid felt on his shoulder rather than saw with his eyes. He rolled his own, gingerly lifting the remote off the table with his feet and expertly flicking it back onto his lap.
“Toddler.”
“Would that make you a pedophile?”
“We’re watching the news and people dying after this to wash away the unbearably cheesy cute that I’m sure is coming,” Reid muttered to himself before changing the channels until Luke told him to stop with a cheeky smile on his face.
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Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke.
Previous parts: prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39
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Luke let out a sleepy sound, feeling soft skin against his cheek. He breathed out lightly, turning his face slightly to the right, burrowing it deep in the crook of Reid’s neck. He inhaled deeply, letting in the scent that was part soap and all Reid, marveling at the way it tickled his sleeping senses. He was warm, his body enveloped, cocooned by a combination of Reid’s arm wrapped around his waist and the down comforter. He yawned widely, his tongue darting out and tapping Reid’s shoulder. Luke shifted closer to Reid, grimacing slightly as his sore muscles were slow to respond. One of his legs swung over Reid’s, their feet tangling together under the sheets.
Luke opened his eyes, shifting his gaze to the sleeping man beneath him, whose curls were mussed and flattened by the pillow, his mouth slightly ajar. Luke smiled lovingly, propping his head up on his hand, just watching Reid and his own hand rising and falling with each movement of Reid’s chest. He had never seen Reid looking so peaceful since the day they met. Luke caught himself smiling serenely, wondering when it had happened that he no longer had to force himself to do so. He had never felt quite so free.
He bit his lip and leaned in kissed Reid gently in the corner if his lips. Reid shifted his head slightly, letting out a sleepy sound. His eyes opened into a small squint and the edges of his lips curled up when his sleep-dazed gaze fell on Luke. “Hey, you,” he muttered, his voice still clouded in slumber.
Luke smiled back, leaning in closer and kissing Reid full on the lips, his tongue demanding entrance. Reid complied eagerly, pressing Luke closer, his palm flat along the small of Luke’s back. Luke grinned, all concept of sleep abandoned, his hand still playing with the skin of Reid’s chest, fingers tweaking Reid’s nipples hard. Reid moaned hotly, as though he hadn’t been expecting the action so soon after waking up.
“Mmph, you recover quickly,” he chuckled, his fingers jumping over the bumps of Luke’s spine.
Luke grinned, shifting himself to the right and swinging his leg over to Reid’s side until he was straddling the older man, their lips never parting unless they were speaking. “That a bad thing?”
“Wake up sex?” Reid started, the end of the inquiry cut of by a throaty moan as Luke ground his hips against Reid’s, their cocks waking up with each frictional contact. He sucked on Luke’s bottom lip with as much focus as he had Luke’s cock, biting down and pulling the younger man further toward himself. “Only if it doesn’t happen.” They made out for a moment, getting steadily harder against one another. Luke’s hands were intent on making Reid’s nipples swollen with just the contact from his fingertips. Reid’s hands danced up and down Luke’s back, every once in a while massaging Luke’s butt cheeks and teasing Luke’s hole. “You sore?”
“A little,” Luke murmured, refusing to let his lips leave Reid’s. “My fault,” he joked, “I didn’t stretch properly beforehand. I’m an athlete. I should have known better.”
“Yes, that must be it,” Reid groaned sarcastically with a chuckle.
Luke pulled away with a soft laugh, looking down at Reid, his hand straying tenderly to Reid’s hair, brushing it through and allowing Reid’s curls to naturally wind themselves around Luke’s fingertips. There was a sort of desire that Reid had never seen in Luke’s dark brown eyes. He wondered if he hoped it was love. He thought it might be.
“Do you mind if I . . .” Luke whispered quietly, licking his lips hungrily, moving himself backward, moving his hands in small waves down Reid’s chest. He felt Reid’s stomach contract deeply at the contact from a combination of being ticklish and expectation of what Luke might be requesting.
“Yeah?”
Luke bit his lip nervously. “I mean . . . I’ve heard some people don’t like it-”
“I always through they were idiots,” Reid asserted matter-of-factly, his breaths beginning to come in short, stinted intervals as he watched Luke in anticipation.
Luke snorted at Reid’s tone, leaning down and swirling his tongue instinctively around Reid’s navel as he inched himself further down and between Reid’s legs, guided by pure instinct, Reid’s hard cock leaving a trail of pre-come down Luke’s chest. Luke propped himself up, staring almost hungrily at it. He glanced up uncertainly at Reid, who gave him the smallest nod of encouragement. Luke nodded, pursing his lips and took a rapid, short lick at the head of Reid’s cock, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth to spread the taste. He leaned down and swirled his tongue once around Reid’s head before taking him in.
Reid let out a strangled gasp, trying desperately to refrain from jutting his hips upward into Luke’s mouth before the youth was ready but, Luke, despite operating purely on instinct, seemed to know exactly what he had to do to completely unhinge Reid to his very core. Without any sort of instruction, his hands wrapped around the base of Reid’s cock, tongue swirling around carefully as though he were licking the drips off a melting ice cream cone.
Luke proceeded slowly at first, unsure if he was doing it right, but when Reid could no longer contain himself and thrust naturally into Luke’s mouth, the latter’s mouth curled somewhat around Reid’s cock and he took him further in, humming pleasurably as Reid’s head scraped the roof of his mouth. The noises Reid made when his cock hit the back of Luke’s throat were one’s he’d never in his life admit to outside of that very room and when Luke swirled patterns across the vein on his underside he gasped, feeling his orgasm coiling in preparation to rip through him.
“Luke . . .” he gasped out in warning, thinking the latter would pull back but when he came with one final suck Luke remained where he was. Reid’s discharge flooded his mouth and he swallowed as much as he could before pulling always breathily, his mouth open and eyes dark, a small rivulet of come leaking out of the corner of his gaping mouth. He breathed heavily for a moment, mind blown by the fact that he had so thoroughly unhinged Reid with nothing more than his mouth, until Reid reached around to the back of his head and pulled him closer, liking the come from his chin and kissing him hard.
“Was that . . .” Luke started, nervously.
“So, so good,” Reid muttered, refusing to let Luke’s lips leave his for more time than was necessary.
He rolled them both over until they were both lying on their sides, tongues running against each other as they lay making out. Reid compensated by running his hand down Luke’s side and wrapping it around him, ravaging Luke’s mouth as the latter gasped in surprise, as though he hadn’t been expecting anything more than a heated make out session. He thrust his hips forward, gasping into Reid’s mouth and fucking himself on Reid’s hand. Reid’s tongue curled around his, sucking hard as his hand thrust forward as Luke did, keeping tempo perfectly in unison until Luke came into his hand with unearthly, gasping moans.
Luke’s come coated Reid’s hand in sticky sweetness, which he used to decrease friction as he kept his hand moving as Luke shakily rode out his orgasm, his lips never leaving Luke’s until the younger man stopped quivering and was able to kiss him back. Reid pulled away and brought his hand up to his mouth, managing only to lick the come of his pointer finger before Luke took it and sucked lightly on the remaining fingers, sweeping them clean and watching in amazement as Reid’s eyes couldn’t help but close at the simple pleasure, his free hand massaging the skin at the base of Luke’s neck.
“So, morning sex?” Luke chuckled, taking Reid’s clean fingers and intertwining them with his own, leaning his head back to increase the pressure of Reid’s light massage.
“It’s a lovely thing,” Reid answered, his voice deep, eyes closed blissfully.
“I could get used to it,” Luke laughed, unable to take his eyes off the almost indiscernible freckles on the tip of Reid’s nose.
Reid opened his eyes and smiled softly, meeting and holding Luke’s gaze. “I think I could too,” he admitted, not even thinking about whether that signified a commitment. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was Luke and the way he kept looking at him. “So . . .” he started casually, his fingers tangling in Luke’s hair as they moved down softly to Luke’s tense shoulders, “You’re really trying to blaze through firsts here, aren’t you? First sex, first blow job received, first blow job given, first hand job received.”
“Yeah, I’m a regular trailblazer,” Luke chuckled contently, stretching his arms above his head and exposing his flat stomach further to Reid. “Ugh . . .” he groaned, looking toward the bathroom door, rubbing his stomach gently as it growled. “I should probably shower,” Luke finished sagely, waggling his eyebrows at Reid with a cheeky grin on his face.
Reid rolled his eyes, letting out a similar groan and adopting Luke’s position. “If that’s supposed to be an open invitation, kid, I’ve got to tell you: you have seriously got to give me time to recuperate, you know. We can’t all be nineteen,” he joked, trying hard to be grave.
Luke crinkled his nose mockingly, giving Reid an exasperated look. “Fine. I suppose first shower sex will wait until you catch up, Grandpa.”
Reid shook his head. “God damn, you are so high maintenance,” he grumbled, raising an eyebrow as Luke’s stomach growled again. “Breakfast?”
He cocked an eyebrow as Luke considered this and nodded. Reid grinned and swooped in for a quick peck on the lips before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and wandering over to the dresser, shaking his ass casually as he sauntered and picked out a pair of black boxer briefs and slipping them on. He winked at Luke’s chuckle of amusement and threw a pair of crimson sweatpants at the blonde before exiting the room.
Luke smiled softly, loving that the warm feeling spreading from his chest didn’t disappear the moment Reid left the room. He followed suit, easing himself gingerly from the bed and pulling the sweatpants on. He rubbed his ass, running his hand tenderly along the crack, smiling at the soreness. It was a good type of sore, even better than the kind he would get after a particularly long run or satisfyingly grueling basketball practice. He wouldn’t trade this for anything.
He wandered out into the living room and flopped himself over the backrest of the couch, glancing toward the kitchen where Reid was brewing coffee. “Is it Saturday?” he called, leaning comfortably against the blue and brown couch cushions.
“If you’re asking to watch cartoons, I’m seriously going to rethink this arrangement,” Reid responded, pouring fresh coffee into two flowery mugs and walking toward the living room. He carefully handed one to Luke, continuing to stand over him and eye him critically.
Luke laughed. “When I was little, our kindergarten classes would be split in two. Some kits would attend morning kindergarten, some afternoon. I was part of the latter and every morning, while eating breakfast, I would sit in front of the TV and watch Arthur.”
“Seriously?”
Luke nodded, grinning at the disgust in the doctor’s voice. “I sometimes still do.”
“Go to kindergarten?”
Luke laughed, rolling his eyes. “Watch Arthur while eating breakfast.”
“Great Scott, I’m sleeping with a toddler,” Reid groaned, stepping over Luke’s legs and sitting down on the couch next to him, careful not to spill any coffee on the white couch. He shifted his cup from right hand to left and eased his right arm onto the backrest and around Luke’s shoulders.
Luke grinned, ready to comment on Reid’s marvelous cuddling skills. “I have siblings,” he murmured instead by way of explanation, also transposing his beverage from one hand to the other. His right hand reached up and his fingers intertwined with the ones Reid had resting delicately on his shoulder. He glanced at their hands, pale ones interchangeable with long, tan ones and pressed his lips gently to the back of Reid’s hand before leaning his head the other way and resting it on Reid’s shoulder, allowing Reid to push him in closer.
“Sure.”
“Plus Arthur is excellent,” he murmured, inhaling the strong scent of Java-bought coffee. “You’re telling me you didn’t watch cartoons when you were little?”
“Nope,” Reid answered, Luke’s hair tickling his cheek gently.
“Seriously?”
“I read.”
Luke adjusted his head on Reid’s shoulder bone, loving how warm the skin felt under his own. He couldn’t believe that, for months, he had thought that what he’d had with Noah was the best he could get. That what his parents had, on-and-off, between them, was the way it was meant to be. It was nothing like this. It couldn’t possibly feel as good as this.
“No time like the present,” Luke grinned, an action that Reid felt on his shoulder rather than saw with his eyes. He rolled his own, gingerly lifting the remote off the table with his feet and expertly flicking it back onto his lap.
“Toddler.”
“Would that make you a pedophile?”
“We’re watching the news and people dying after this to wash away the unbearably cheesy cute that I’m sure is coming,” Reid muttered to himself before changing the channels until Luke told him to stop with a cheeky smile on his face.
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