Trust (Learning and Giving)
Author: cindyls1969
Two-shot
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17 like whoa!
Summary: After Noah punches Reid at the Lakeview and then tells Luke its about being fed up, not caring, Luke decides to take matters into his own hands.
Noah woke up, panicking at being in the dark for a moment until he realized that he could see moonlight coming in the window. He took a deep breath, calmed down and relaxed against the bed for a second.
Wait…a bed? How did he get here?
It was at that moment that the rest of his body made itself known. He was lying on a bed, in nothing but his underwear. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. (What did it say about his life that that wasn’t the weirdest part?)
That would be the fact that both arms were tied to what he was assuming the bed frame with something that felt soft and silky. He was comfortable, all things considered, so he was pretty sure that whoever had tied him here wasn’t out to hurt him.
Now… if he could just figure out what the fuck had happened?
He thought about it, and he remembered the meeting at the Lakeview for the hospital. He remembered punching that asshole Reid in the face. God that had felt better than it probably should have.
Could it be Reid who had him? Noah doubted he’d be this comfortable if Reid had resorted to kidnapping.
What else? His brain was a little fuzzy.
Luke! He remembered Luke coming after him, asking him if punching Reid meant that he still cared. Noah had been so startled and unsure he’d lied through his fucking teeth, telling him it had been about being fed up, not caring. There were so many words between him and Luke that he regretted and those ranked right up there as the worst.
Afterward he’d walked around for a while, pissed off and disappointed in himself, but after an hour he’d been tired and headed back to his truck.
Damn, his head was aching a little. What had happened? He remembered walking up to his truck, opening the door and hearing a sound behind him. He tried to turn and look but a hand holding a cloth had clamped over his mouth and there was a smell that was somehow bitter and sweet at the same time and that was it, everything went black.
FUCK!!!
This was starting to piss him off. He pulled hard at the restraints on his arms but whoever tied them must have been a fucking boy scout. They were knotted with care, not getting any tighter, but they weren’t loosening either.
He sighed and settled back in. This wasn’t his first kidnapping and he had learned some things the first time around. Exhausting himself wasn’t going to solve anything and he’d better conserve his strength in case he got an opportunity to get free.
He tried to relax but his whole body was buzzing. He almost smiled though. This reminded him of the couple of times that he and Luke had tried to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom. Luke had tied his arms to the headboard with ties and…
HOLY SHIT!!!
That’s was he was tied with. Fucking ties! Could this be…? Nah, Luke didn’t have it in him…did he?
He’d been so involved in trying to figure it out that he’d missed the doorknob turning and as the door opened, Noah’s heart gave a little stutter. It was Luke.
He looked gorgeous. His black pajama pants and skintight, white wife beater set off the glow of his skin and his feet were bare. Damn, he’d always had a thing for barefoot Luke.
He looked up into Luke’s normally expressive face, but it was shuttered and it hurt to see him so closed off. He watched as Luke flipped a switch on the wall, bathing the room in a soft orange glow from a lamp beside the bed.
“I’m glad you finally woke up Noah. I was kind of worried. You slept for longer than I’d anticipated.” Luke walked over to the bed and reached out to tenderly stroke over Noah’s cheekbone. “You look so tired. You haven’t been sleeping.”
“What are you doing Luke? How did I get here? Where is here?” Noah knew he was babbling but he couldn’t see to get himself to shut up.
Luke just looked down at him, gently touching his face and it was taking all of Noah’s will to not lean into it.
“We’re at a little cabin I rented. It’s in the middle of nowhere. And we got here in your truck.”
His graceful fingers continued their exploration of Noah’s face and neck. God he missed Luke’s touch.
“What am I doing here? Well, it’s simple really.” He ran his fingers over Noah’s lips, smiling a little as Noah let one finger slip into his mouth. Luke had always had a thing for Noah’s oral fixation.
“We’re here to find out if this really and truly is the end of us.” Luke’s eye’s flicked up to Noah’s. “Because in all honesty? This is killing me Noah. Every time I see you I feel like my heart is ripping a little further out of my chest.”
He gave a humorless chuckle. “And Reid seems to think he can fix it, and for a while, I thought that maybe he could too.”
Luke watched at the hurt flared in Noah’s eyes before he turned his head away.
Luke gripped his chin, gentle but firm and turned it back. “Now I’m not so sure.”
He let go of Noah’s face and started pacing. Noah tried not to notice how Luke moving away seemed to leave him feeling cold.
“So what do you want? And don’t you think people are going to notice when I don’t show up for work?” Noah was trying to sound calm and reasonable but it was difficult.
Luke smirked at him. “Well, your boss at Java has received several texts from you about a sudden trip to LA to finalize some of the details for your grant, as has Ali and Casey. I’m pretty sure that you’re all mine for at least the next 4 days or so.”
He knew this Luke. This was the Luke that was determined, the same one who let the election be rigged, the same one who wouldn’t let him go when all Noah thought he needed was space. The same Luke who almost got himself killed investigating Reg’s death.
This Luke kind of scared the shit out of him. He was pretty sure it was the Grimaldi coming out in him.
“You could have just come and talked to me Luke.”
Luke swung around to face him, his eyes blazing. “Yeah right.” He snorted his derision. “Because that’s worked so well for me so far.”
Noah blushed. He knew Luke was right. He was as much of a problem as Luke was when it came to talking. Honesty about their feelings hadn’t been their strong point lately.
Noah pulled on the tie around his left arm, the one closest to Luke. “You really think this is the answer Luke?”
Luke walked back over and put a hand on Noah’s chest, fingers trailing over the soft skin and catching on a nipple. He smiled when Noah stilled and his breath hitched.
“Well…it’s like this.” He circled the nipple with one finger, causing it to peak and then pinched it hard between his fingers. Noah cried out in shock at the sudden pain but couldn’t stop himself from arching into it.
Luke’s voice was getting deeper and Noah found himself shivering. “I remember when we used to play. I didn’t like doing it often because of how far you used to go under. I was so worried about not being able to bring you out of sub-space.”
Those sly fingers kept plucking at Noah’s nipple, every tug sending shudders down his spine. “But I need you to talk to me Noah…and I need you to be honest.” Another hard pinch left Noah gasping for breath.
“And if I can’t get you to do it willingly, I’m fucking well going to do any way I can.” Luke brought his hand up to his mouth, licking over his thumb before using it to soothe over Noah’s abused nipple, making him moan.
“Luke…please…”
The problem was, Noah wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He knew he should be asking to be let go, but it was hard to concentrate when Luke’s hands were on his skin.
The finger’s of Luke’s other hand slid into Noah’s hair, scratching softly against his scalp causing Noah to almost purr.
“Shhh baby. It’s okay, I got you.” Those mesmerizing fingers moved over to the other nipple, pinching and tugging it to an aching pleasure that his body wasn’t sure what to do with.
His hips kept thrusting into the air, trying and failing to find some kind of friction for his rock hard cock to rub against. The soft cotton of his briefs felt like sandpaper against the sensitive skin.
Luke leaned down to whisper against Noah’s ear. “I’m going to take care of you, I promise. And when it’s over, we’ll have figured this out. And if you want to go and never speak to me again, I’ll let you.”
He sucked Noah’s lobe into his mouth, biting down just sharp enough to sting and Noah moaned. “But until then, you’re mine so you’d better just get used to it.”
“Luke you can’t…” Noah swallowed, trying to get control before continuing. “You can’t just keep me here.”
Luke smiled sweetly at him and ran the tips of his fingers down Noah’s chest, following the lines of his abs, one slender finger dipping into his navel. When they moved to slip along the waistband of his briefs, Noah discovered that he was having a hard time catching his breath.
“Oh Bubby, I think I can.” Luke mouthed along Noah’s jaw until he reached his lips. “Besides, I think I won’t be keeping “against your will” for long.”
Luke stopped to lap along the seam of Noah’s lips. When his fingers brushed through the faint trail of hair that disappeared under his underwear, Noah gasped and Luke took advantage of it, pushing his tongue into Noah’s mouth, letting them both remember the taste of each other.
When Luke pulled back to breath he looked into Noah’s eyes, looking for signs that Noah really wanted to stop this. He didn’t find any. He wanted this to work, but he wouldn’t force Noah if he truly didn’t want it.
Noah could already feel himself slipping into that place in his head. The one where it just made sense to let Luke take over and make all the decisions for him. But it felt too much like failing to give in yet.
“Luke, sex hasn’t ever been the problem between us.” And it really hadn’t. Even with both of their limited experience, it hadn’t taken long for them to figure out how to blow each other’s minds.
Luke chuckled and moved his hand down to brush over the tent in the front of Noah’s briefs. The gentle touch caused his cock to twitch and he could feel the material getting damp
“This isn’t about sex, Noah.” Luke sipped his hand down farther, cradling Noah’s balls in one hand through the material. If Luke’s hand hadn’t tightened around him at that moment, coming in his underwear like a teenager would have been a real possibility.
“You…ugh…have your hand on my balls Luke.” That hand was currently trying to make Noah crazy with gentle tugs. “Seems like a…fuck…sex thing to me.”
His eyes met Luke’s and were caught in the intensity he saw there. He thinks it’s maybe the reason he didn’t see the sharp slap to the inside of his thigh coming. The sting made his dick throb and pulse out a thick blob of pre-come. He could feel it slide down his length until it was absorbed by the cotton still covering him.
“This is about trust Noah.” The second blow was less of a surprise but no less jarring. He tried to hold back a whimper but he had a feeling he wasn’t very successful. “This is about you trusting me to know what you need. It’s about you realizing that letting me help you and take care of you doesn’t make you weak.”
Luke scraped his nails across the reddened skin, causing Noah to gasp and twist against the restraints.
“It’s about me trusting you to not push me away when you’re scared.” He leaned down to lick over the nail marks, soothing the heat with the wetness of his tongue.
“It’s also about me learning to trust that you mean what you say when you tell me how you feel about me.”
Noah’s knees bent and he planted his feet on the bed so that his legs could splay further apart, giving Luke better access.
“Luke I…Mason, he…” He couldn’t seem to find the words he needed. It happened to him a lot.
Luke moved back up and kissed him softly, letting his forehead rest against Noah’s. “I know sweetheart, and I’m sorry. I should have realized that when you said it didn’t matter it meant that he didn’t matter, not my feelings about it. I should have trusted you.”
Noah could feel tears gathering behind his eyes and his resistance was slipping badly. It would be so easy to just let go. But it was hard to silence that little tiny voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his father that kept reminding him of his pride.
“Luke, it’s not that easy…” The words were pulled out of him almost against his own volition.
Luke pulled back and nodded. “I know. But I’m going to show you, okay? That you can trust me. And that I trust you.”
Noah looked up at him, not sure what he was supposed to say, but Luke just smiled. It was a strange smile though and it kind of worried him.
“Luke…”
Those plush lips were against his for a moment, their warmth and softness drawing him in. It distracted him enough that he missed Luke opening the drawer on the bedside table and pulling something small out of it.
Luke put it in the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled back, sliding the drawer closed at the same time.
He moved down so he could grasp the waistband of Noah’s underwear, drawing them carefully over his engorged flesh and down his legs before he could protest.
He grabbed an ankle and looped it quickly with another tie that Noah hadn’t noticed then did the same with the other. His legs were tied, knees slightly bent so that Luke could have access without Noah being able to push him away.
He crawled up on the bed between Noah’s splayed legs and leaned over him, not touching except for the slightest of touches of clothing against his skin.
“Noah, do you remember your safe word?” Those hazel eyes were locked on his and Noah squirmed to feel the intensity of that gaze on him.
He nodded. “Eternity.” It was a whisper, but it made Luke’s expression soften a little. He rewarded Noah with an chaste kiss.
Noah thought that maybe here was a way to get out of this without having to give in but Luke quickly set him straight.
“If you say that word, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing, but I won’t let you go and I’ll keep trying.” Luke leaned in to place soft kisses on Noah’s face, ghosting over his eyes, his nose, the stubble on his jaw.
“I’m not giving up this time baby. I can’t. I love you and I need you and I’m going to show that this is all worth it, I promise.”
Noah looked at him and Luke could see that he was trying to decide what to say. He held himself over Noah, trying to keep his expression open and let the other man see that everything he was saying was true.
“Do you trust me Noah?”
Noah was shaking under him, like the uncertainty was breaking him to pieces.
“I want to Luke, but I don’t know if I can.” He wanted to take it back, as soon as he said it. The pain it caused in
Luke’s face almost broke his heart, but it was the truth and there was no denying it.
“Will you let me make a start and try and show you that you can?”
There wasn’t any choice, not really. Noah loved Luke with everything he was and he knew that what was wrong between them was as much his fault as it was Luke’s. He needed to show Luke that he could trust Noah as well.
“Yes. Whatever it takes.”
The smile that lit Luke’s face was breathtaking. It was the smile of Luke of old and Noah hadn’t even realized how much he missed it until he saw it again. Then it melted into something a little darker that sent shivers down Noah’s spine.
Luke leaned in and kissed Noah, hard and dirty before pulling back and sitting on his heels. His expression was serious as he looked down at Noah.
“Are you ready to hear the Rules Noah?”
Part 2: http://cindyls1969.livejournal.com/23223.html
Two-shot
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17 like whoa!
Summary: After Noah punches Reid at the Lakeview and then tells Luke its about being fed up, not caring, Luke decides to take matters into his own hands.
Noah woke up, panicking at being in the dark for a moment until he realized that he could see moonlight coming in the window. He took a deep breath, calmed down and relaxed against the bed for a second.
Wait…a bed? How did he get here?
It was at that moment that the rest of his body made itself known. He was lying on a bed, in nothing but his underwear. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. (What did it say about his life that that wasn’t the weirdest part?)
That would be the fact that both arms were tied to what he was assuming the bed frame with something that felt soft and silky. He was comfortable, all things considered, so he was pretty sure that whoever had tied him here wasn’t out to hurt him.
Now… if he could just figure out what the fuck had happened?
He thought about it, and he remembered the meeting at the Lakeview for the hospital. He remembered punching that asshole Reid in the face. God that had felt better than it probably should have.
Could it be Reid who had him? Noah doubted he’d be this comfortable if Reid had resorted to kidnapping.
What else? His brain was a little fuzzy.
Luke! He remembered Luke coming after him, asking him if punching Reid meant that he still cared. Noah had been so startled and unsure he’d lied through his fucking teeth, telling him it had been about being fed up, not caring. There were so many words between him and Luke that he regretted and those ranked right up there as the worst.
Afterward he’d walked around for a while, pissed off and disappointed in himself, but after an hour he’d been tired and headed back to his truck.
Damn, his head was aching a little. What had happened? He remembered walking up to his truck, opening the door and hearing a sound behind him. He tried to turn and look but a hand holding a cloth had clamped over his mouth and there was a smell that was somehow bitter and sweet at the same time and that was it, everything went black.
FUCK!!!
This was starting to piss him off. He pulled hard at the restraints on his arms but whoever tied them must have been a fucking boy scout. They were knotted with care, not getting any tighter, but they weren’t loosening either.
He sighed and settled back in. This wasn’t his first kidnapping and he had learned some things the first time around. Exhausting himself wasn’t going to solve anything and he’d better conserve his strength in case he got an opportunity to get free.
He tried to relax but his whole body was buzzing. He almost smiled though. This reminded him of the couple of times that he and Luke had tried to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom. Luke had tied his arms to the headboard with ties and…
HOLY SHIT!!!
That’s was he was tied with. Fucking ties! Could this be…? Nah, Luke didn’t have it in him…did he?
He’d been so involved in trying to figure it out that he’d missed the doorknob turning and as the door opened, Noah’s heart gave a little stutter. It was Luke.
He looked gorgeous. His black pajama pants and skintight, white wife beater set off the glow of his skin and his feet were bare. Damn, he’d always had a thing for barefoot Luke.
He looked up into Luke’s normally expressive face, but it was shuttered and it hurt to see him so closed off. He watched as Luke flipped a switch on the wall, bathing the room in a soft orange glow from a lamp beside the bed.
“I’m glad you finally woke up Noah. I was kind of worried. You slept for longer than I’d anticipated.” Luke walked over to the bed and reached out to tenderly stroke over Noah’s cheekbone. “You look so tired. You haven’t been sleeping.”
“What are you doing Luke? How did I get here? Where is here?” Noah knew he was babbling but he couldn’t see to get himself to shut up.
Luke just looked down at him, gently touching his face and it was taking all of Noah’s will to not lean into it.
“We’re at a little cabin I rented. It’s in the middle of nowhere. And we got here in your truck.”
His graceful fingers continued their exploration of Noah’s face and neck. God he missed Luke’s touch.
“What am I doing here? Well, it’s simple really.” He ran his fingers over Noah’s lips, smiling a little as Noah let one finger slip into his mouth. Luke had always had a thing for Noah’s oral fixation.
“We’re here to find out if this really and truly is the end of us.” Luke’s eye’s flicked up to Noah’s. “Because in all honesty? This is killing me Noah. Every time I see you I feel like my heart is ripping a little further out of my chest.”
He gave a humorless chuckle. “And Reid seems to think he can fix it, and for a while, I thought that maybe he could too.”
Luke watched at the hurt flared in Noah’s eyes before he turned his head away.
Luke gripped his chin, gentle but firm and turned it back. “Now I’m not so sure.”
He let go of Noah’s face and started pacing. Noah tried not to notice how Luke moving away seemed to leave him feeling cold.
“So what do you want? And don’t you think people are going to notice when I don’t show up for work?” Noah was trying to sound calm and reasonable but it was difficult.
Luke smirked at him. “Well, your boss at Java has received several texts from you about a sudden trip to LA to finalize some of the details for your grant, as has Ali and Casey. I’m pretty sure that you’re all mine for at least the next 4 days or so.”
He knew this Luke. This was the Luke that was determined, the same one who let the election be rigged, the same one who wouldn’t let him go when all Noah thought he needed was space. The same Luke who almost got himself killed investigating Reg’s death.
This Luke kind of scared the shit out of him. He was pretty sure it was the Grimaldi coming out in him.
“You could have just come and talked to me Luke.”
Luke swung around to face him, his eyes blazing. “Yeah right.” He snorted his derision. “Because that’s worked so well for me so far.”
Noah blushed. He knew Luke was right. He was as much of a problem as Luke was when it came to talking. Honesty about their feelings hadn’t been their strong point lately.
Noah pulled on the tie around his left arm, the one closest to Luke. “You really think this is the answer Luke?”
Luke walked back over and put a hand on Noah’s chest, fingers trailing over the soft skin and catching on a nipple. He smiled when Noah stilled and his breath hitched.
“Well…it’s like this.” He circled the nipple with one finger, causing it to peak and then pinched it hard between his fingers. Noah cried out in shock at the sudden pain but couldn’t stop himself from arching into it.
Luke’s voice was getting deeper and Noah found himself shivering. “I remember when we used to play. I didn’t like doing it often because of how far you used to go under. I was so worried about not being able to bring you out of sub-space.”
Those sly fingers kept plucking at Noah’s nipple, every tug sending shudders down his spine. “But I need you to talk to me Noah…and I need you to be honest.” Another hard pinch left Noah gasping for breath.
“And if I can’t get you to do it willingly, I’m fucking well going to do any way I can.” Luke brought his hand up to his mouth, licking over his thumb before using it to soothe over Noah’s abused nipple, making him moan.
“Luke…please…”
The problem was, Noah wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He knew he should be asking to be let go, but it was hard to concentrate when Luke’s hands were on his skin.
The finger’s of Luke’s other hand slid into Noah’s hair, scratching softly against his scalp causing Noah to almost purr.
“Shhh baby. It’s okay, I got you.” Those mesmerizing fingers moved over to the other nipple, pinching and tugging it to an aching pleasure that his body wasn’t sure what to do with.
His hips kept thrusting into the air, trying and failing to find some kind of friction for his rock hard cock to rub against. The soft cotton of his briefs felt like sandpaper against the sensitive skin.
Luke leaned down to whisper against Noah’s ear. “I’m going to take care of you, I promise. And when it’s over, we’ll have figured this out. And if you want to go and never speak to me again, I’ll let you.”
He sucked Noah’s lobe into his mouth, biting down just sharp enough to sting and Noah moaned. “But until then, you’re mine so you’d better just get used to it.”
“Luke you can’t…” Noah swallowed, trying to get control before continuing. “You can’t just keep me here.”
Luke smiled sweetly at him and ran the tips of his fingers down Noah’s chest, following the lines of his abs, one slender finger dipping into his navel. When they moved to slip along the waistband of his briefs, Noah discovered that he was having a hard time catching his breath.
“Oh Bubby, I think I can.” Luke mouthed along Noah’s jaw until he reached his lips. “Besides, I think I won’t be keeping “against your will” for long.”
Luke stopped to lap along the seam of Noah’s lips. When his fingers brushed through the faint trail of hair that disappeared under his underwear, Noah gasped and Luke took advantage of it, pushing his tongue into Noah’s mouth, letting them both remember the taste of each other.
When Luke pulled back to breath he looked into Noah’s eyes, looking for signs that Noah really wanted to stop this. He didn’t find any. He wanted this to work, but he wouldn’t force Noah if he truly didn’t want it.
Noah could already feel himself slipping into that place in his head. The one where it just made sense to let Luke take over and make all the decisions for him. But it felt too much like failing to give in yet.
“Luke, sex hasn’t ever been the problem between us.” And it really hadn’t. Even with both of their limited experience, it hadn’t taken long for them to figure out how to blow each other’s minds.
Luke chuckled and moved his hand down to brush over the tent in the front of Noah’s briefs. The gentle touch caused his cock to twitch and he could feel the material getting damp
“This isn’t about sex, Noah.” Luke sipped his hand down farther, cradling Noah’s balls in one hand through the material. If Luke’s hand hadn’t tightened around him at that moment, coming in his underwear like a teenager would have been a real possibility.
“You…ugh…have your hand on my balls Luke.” That hand was currently trying to make Noah crazy with gentle tugs. “Seems like a…fuck…sex thing to me.”
His eyes met Luke’s and were caught in the intensity he saw there. He thinks it’s maybe the reason he didn’t see the sharp slap to the inside of his thigh coming. The sting made his dick throb and pulse out a thick blob of pre-come. He could feel it slide down his length until it was absorbed by the cotton still covering him.
“This is about trust Noah.” The second blow was less of a surprise but no less jarring. He tried to hold back a whimper but he had a feeling he wasn’t very successful. “This is about you trusting me to know what you need. It’s about you realizing that letting me help you and take care of you doesn’t make you weak.”
Luke scraped his nails across the reddened skin, causing Noah to gasp and twist against the restraints.
“It’s about me trusting you to not push me away when you’re scared.” He leaned down to lick over the nail marks, soothing the heat with the wetness of his tongue.
“It’s also about me learning to trust that you mean what you say when you tell me how you feel about me.”
Noah’s knees bent and he planted his feet on the bed so that his legs could splay further apart, giving Luke better access.
“Luke I…Mason, he…” He couldn’t seem to find the words he needed. It happened to him a lot.
Luke moved back up and kissed him softly, letting his forehead rest against Noah’s. “I know sweetheart, and I’m sorry. I should have realized that when you said it didn’t matter it meant that he didn’t matter, not my feelings about it. I should have trusted you.”
Noah could feel tears gathering behind his eyes and his resistance was slipping badly. It would be so easy to just let go. But it was hard to silence that little tiny voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his father that kept reminding him of his pride.
“Luke, it’s not that easy…” The words were pulled out of him almost against his own volition.
Luke pulled back and nodded. “I know. But I’m going to show you, okay? That you can trust me. And that I trust you.”
Noah looked up at him, not sure what he was supposed to say, but Luke just smiled. It was a strange smile though and it kind of worried him.
“Luke…”
Those plush lips were against his for a moment, their warmth and softness drawing him in. It distracted him enough that he missed Luke opening the drawer on the bedside table and pulling something small out of it.
Luke put it in the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled back, sliding the drawer closed at the same time.
He moved down so he could grasp the waistband of Noah’s underwear, drawing them carefully over his engorged flesh and down his legs before he could protest.
He grabbed an ankle and looped it quickly with another tie that Noah hadn’t noticed then did the same with the other. His legs were tied, knees slightly bent so that Luke could have access without Noah being able to push him away.
He crawled up on the bed between Noah’s splayed legs and leaned over him, not touching except for the slightest of touches of clothing against his skin.
“Noah, do you remember your safe word?” Those hazel eyes were locked on his and Noah squirmed to feel the intensity of that gaze on him.
He nodded. “Eternity.” It was a whisper, but it made Luke’s expression soften a little. He rewarded Noah with an chaste kiss.
Noah thought that maybe here was a way to get out of this without having to give in but Luke quickly set him straight.
“If you say that word, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing, but I won’t let you go and I’ll keep trying.” Luke leaned in to place soft kisses on Noah’s face, ghosting over his eyes, his nose, the stubble on his jaw.
“I’m not giving up this time baby. I can’t. I love you and I need you and I’m going to show that this is all worth it, I promise.”
Noah looked at him and Luke could see that he was trying to decide what to say. He held himself over Noah, trying to keep his expression open and let the other man see that everything he was saying was true.
“Do you trust me Noah?”
Noah was shaking under him, like the uncertainty was breaking him to pieces.
“I want to Luke, but I don’t know if I can.” He wanted to take it back, as soon as he said it. The pain it caused in
Luke’s face almost broke his heart, but it was the truth and there was no denying it.
“Will you let me make a start and try and show you that you can?”
There wasn’t any choice, not really. Noah loved Luke with everything he was and he knew that what was wrong between them was as much his fault as it was Luke’s. He needed to show Luke that he could trust Noah as well.
“Yes. Whatever it takes.”
The smile that lit Luke’s face was breathtaking. It was the smile of Luke of old and Noah hadn’t even realized how much he missed it until he saw it again. Then it melted into something a little darker that sent shivers down Noah’s spine.
Luke leaned in and kissed Noah, hard and dirty before pulling back and sitting on his heels. His expression was serious as he looked down at Noah.
“Are you ready to hear the Rules Noah?”
Part 2: http://cindyls1969.livejournal.com/23223.html