Fic: The DVR Box
Title: The DVR Box
Author: dolce_amore93
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own LuRe. And I wouldn't want to at this point, because I'd have an angry mob chasing me.
Genre: Domestic Futurefic/AU after Reid's ILY
Summary: Just a little fluffy thing. Quick but not really dirty. Reid and Luke spend a Friday night in.
A/N: Just a quick note for those of you who don't know what a DVR box is - it's a Digital Video Recorder, and it records TV shows. And it's one of the greatest inventions EVER. :D I wrote this at like, midnight last night, lol. Comments = love. <3
The DVR Box
Luke curled up against Reid as they sat on the couch, flipping channels.
“Mysteries in the ER?” Luke offered.
“With horrible reenactments? No. Next.”
“Umm… National Poker Championship?” Luke asked, scrunching up his nose.
“Ooh, yeah, I really want to watch people with blank expressions on their faces for five hours,” Reid retorted.
Luke flipped past a channel hurriedly, and Reid jumped.
“Go back! Night of the Living Dead!”
“Not this close to bed,” Luke replied, continuing his channel surfing.
“I’d protect you from the zombies,” Reid said.
Luke smiled, kissing his chest. “Aww, thanks.”
“If you turned into a zombie I’d have to kill you, of course, but other than that we’d be fine.”
“Wouldn’t you rather by that point I just turn you into a zombie so we could be together as zombies?”
Reid winced. “Eww, no.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“I try,” Reid replied with a smirk.
Luke turned his attention back to the television. “How about Spongebob?”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a cartoon about a sea sponge and his friends.”
“Oh god,” Reid groaned.
“Ethan says it reminds him of us!” Luke exclaimed with a smile.
“Uh, why?”
“Spongebob is all happy and cheery and his neighbor Squidward is a grumpy asshole that is always annoyed by him. Like me and you, dear.”
Reid laughed. “Ethan is quite the perceptive little guy, then, eh? Except there’s one thing off about that.”
“That I don’t annoy you?” Luke asked with a goofy grin.
Reid raised an eyebrow. “Nope, that part is right. I meant that I’m not grumpy.”
“You are too, Reid.”
“There’s a difference between being grumpy and just not having a high tolerance for idiocy, Mr. Snyder.”
“Well, that works out well because Squidward doesn’t have a high tolerance for idiocy, either.” Luke replied.
“I seriously can’t believe we’re talking about a cartoon right now. Ugh, why is there nothing interesting on TV on Friday night?” Reid asked, taking the remote from Luke and continuing to flip with determination as though he would get better results.
“Because most people are out on Friday night,” Luke replied with a yawn.
“Most people didn’t perform a nine hour surgery today,” Reid pointed out.
“True. I guess TV networks don’t take brilliant surgeons into consideration when choosing their lineup.”
“That’s understandable. They can’t plan a whole schedule around one man, after all,” Reid said with a smirk. Luke chuckled.
He grabbed the remote back from Reid and looked at the Recorded Menu on their DVR. He let out an exaggerated sigh.
“You have to stop recording every single show on the Food Network.”
Reid furrowed his brow. “That’s a bit of a hyperbole, don’t you think? I don’t record every show on the Food Network.”
“Judging by our full DVR box, yeah, you do. And now my shows didn’t record because of it. Seriously, why do you record stuff from there anyway? Wouldn’t you rather be watching a medical drama or something?”
“First of all, medical dramas are ridiculously inaccurate. I can’t watch that crap. You know that. Second - it’s the Food Network. Why the hell do you think I record stuff on it? Food makes me happy. And, you know, it’s nice to watch someone make a homemade meal for a change,” Reid teased.
Luke slapped his leg. “I make you dinner!”
“When?” Reid replied in amusement. “The last time you told me you made me dinner it turned out to be leftovers from your mother.”
“I helped her make it!” Luke protested.
“That must be why only half of it was good,” Reid replied. Luke wasn’t sure if he referring to the part his mother made or the part he made. He decided against asking.
Luke turned off the TV and snaked up Reid’s side until his face was nuzzled in his boyfriend’s neck. He kissed it gently, tracing kisses up to his jaw line. He pulled away and Reid smiled.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hi,” Luke replied with a grin. Reid planted a kiss on his lips. Their kissed deepened until Luke pulled away with a huff as though something was bothering him.
“What is it?” Reid asked, concern striking his expression.
Luke frowned, his puppy dog eyes going into full effect. “I can cook dinner more, if you want,” he said.
Reid shook his head. “Nah. I like our routine of arguing over take-out menus too much.”
“Really?” he asked with a smile. Reid nodded.
“Good. Me, too,” Luke replied, the spark returning to his eyes. He kissed his cheek and drew a line with his tongue up to his earlobe.
“I should probably take this opportunity while you’re all smiley to tell you I erased that local news thingy you had recorded to make room for a two hour special on the Food Network,” he blurted.
“What?” Luke replied, pulling his head back to look in Reid’s eyes. “Reid, I was saving that! Faith was on it!“
Reid rolled his eyes. “Your sister was on it for .5 seconds because a boy at her school was kidnapped. I’m surprised that’s even considered ‘news’ in Oakdale.”
Luke huffed. “I want to watch it.”
“I deleted it.”
“Not that. I want to watch what you recorded in place of it. What was so good that you had to erase something that I was saving?”
Reid let out a sigh. “It isn’t anything you’d want to watch. It’s just a special about that Southern lady who cooks with a lot of butter,” Reid replied, scratching his head nervously.
“I like butter,” Luke said.
“God, why does everything you say sound so kinky?” Reid said, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re deflecting,” Luke noticed. He turned on the TV once more and flipped to the only two-hour show that they had.
“No… I… give me it,” Reid mumbled, nearly tackling Luke in attempt to retrieve the remote.
He saw that dreamy look spread across his boyfriend’s face and knew it was too late.
“Reid!” Luke squealed. “This is about wedding cakes!” Now he was full on beaming.
Reid twisted uncomfortably in his spot on the couch. “I like… cake. And, you know, it seemed like a good thing to have for future reference,” he explained. Luke breathed out so unsteadily that if Reid didn’t know Luke and his bizarre breathing patterns when he got excited, he’d think the man was hyperventilating.
“I mean, Katie is probably going to get married three times in the next two years at least, so…” he added.
“Right,” Luke said, unable to get the stars out of his eyes. He leaned into his boyfriend and pressed tiny kisses all over his face. “I love you so much it’s stupid,” Luke grinned.
Reid kissed Luke, leaning into him until he pushed him backward on the couch and hovered above him. “I love you too, but I think it’s pretty smart, actually. If it were stupid I wouldn’t do it. I don’t do stupid.”
Author: dolce_amore93
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own LuRe. And I wouldn't want to at this point, because I'd have an angry mob chasing me.
Genre: Domestic Futurefic/AU after Reid's ILY
Summary: Just a little fluffy thing. Quick but not really dirty. Reid and Luke spend a Friday night in.
A/N: Just a quick note for those of you who don't know what a DVR box is - it's a Digital Video Recorder, and it records TV shows. And it's one of the greatest inventions EVER. :D I wrote this at like, midnight last night, lol. Comments = love. <3
The DVR Box
Luke curled up against Reid as they sat on the couch, flipping channels.
“Mysteries in the ER?” Luke offered.
“With horrible reenactments? No. Next.”
“Umm… National Poker Championship?” Luke asked, scrunching up his nose.
“Ooh, yeah, I really want to watch people with blank expressions on their faces for five hours,” Reid retorted.
Luke flipped past a channel hurriedly, and Reid jumped.
“Go back! Night of the Living Dead!”
“Not this close to bed,” Luke replied, continuing his channel surfing.
“I’d protect you from the zombies,” Reid said.
Luke smiled, kissing his chest. “Aww, thanks.”
“If you turned into a zombie I’d have to kill you, of course, but other than that we’d be fine.”
“Wouldn’t you rather by that point I just turn you into a zombie so we could be together as zombies?”
Reid winced. “Eww, no.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“I try,” Reid replied with a smirk.
Luke turned his attention back to the television. “How about Spongebob?”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a cartoon about a sea sponge and his friends.”
“Oh god,” Reid groaned.
“Ethan says it reminds him of us!” Luke exclaimed with a smile.
“Uh, why?”
“Spongebob is all happy and cheery and his neighbor Squidward is a grumpy asshole that is always annoyed by him. Like me and you, dear.”
Reid laughed. “Ethan is quite the perceptive little guy, then, eh? Except there’s one thing off about that.”
“That I don’t annoy you?” Luke asked with a goofy grin.
Reid raised an eyebrow. “Nope, that part is right. I meant that I’m not grumpy.”
“You are too, Reid.”
“There’s a difference between being grumpy and just not having a high tolerance for idiocy, Mr. Snyder.”
“Well, that works out well because Squidward doesn’t have a high tolerance for idiocy, either.” Luke replied.
“I seriously can’t believe we’re talking about a cartoon right now. Ugh, why is there nothing interesting on TV on Friday night?” Reid asked, taking the remote from Luke and continuing to flip with determination as though he would get better results.
“Because most people are out on Friday night,” Luke replied with a yawn.
“Most people didn’t perform a nine hour surgery today,” Reid pointed out.
“True. I guess TV networks don’t take brilliant surgeons into consideration when choosing their lineup.”
“That’s understandable. They can’t plan a whole schedule around one man, after all,” Reid said with a smirk. Luke chuckled.
He grabbed the remote back from Reid and looked at the Recorded Menu on their DVR. He let out an exaggerated sigh.
“You have to stop recording every single show on the Food Network.”
Reid furrowed his brow. “That’s a bit of a hyperbole, don’t you think? I don’t record every show on the Food Network.”
“Judging by our full DVR box, yeah, you do. And now my shows didn’t record because of it. Seriously, why do you record stuff from there anyway? Wouldn’t you rather be watching a medical drama or something?”
“First of all, medical dramas are ridiculously inaccurate. I can’t watch that crap. You know that. Second - it’s the Food Network. Why the hell do you think I record stuff on it? Food makes me happy. And, you know, it’s nice to watch someone make a homemade meal for a change,” Reid teased.
Luke slapped his leg. “I make you dinner!”
“When?” Reid replied in amusement. “The last time you told me you made me dinner it turned out to be leftovers from your mother.”
“I helped her make it!” Luke protested.
“That must be why only half of it was good,” Reid replied. Luke wasn’t sure if he referring to the part his mother made or the part he made. He decided against asking.
Luke turned off the TV and snaked up Reid’s side until his face was nuzzled in his boyfriend’s neck. He kissed it gently, tracing kisses up to his jaw line. He pulled away and Reid smiled.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hi,” Luke replied with a grin. Reid planted a kiss on his lips. Their kissed deepened until Luke pulled away with a huff as though something was bothering him.
“What is it?” Reid asked, concern striking his expression.
Luke frowned, his puppy dog eyes going into full effect. “I can cook dinner more, if you want,” he said.
Reid shook his head. “Nah. I like our routine of arguing over take-out menus too much.”
“Really?” he asked with a smile. Reid nodded.
“Good. Me, too,” Luke replied, the spark returning to his eyes. He kissed his cheek and drew a line with his tongue up to his earlobe.
“I should probably take this opportunity while you’re all smiley to tell you I erased that local news thingy you had recorded to make room for a two hour special on the Food Network,” he blurted.
“What?” Luke replied, pulling his head back to look in Reid’s eyes. “Reid, I was saving that! Faith was on it!“
Reid rolled his eyes. “Your sister was on it for .5 seconds because a boy at her school was kidnapped. I’m surprised that’s even considered ‘news’ in Oakdale.”
Luke huffed. “I want to watch it.”
“I deleted it.”
“Not that. I want to watch what you recorded in place of it. What was so good that you had to erase something that I was saving?”
Reid let out a sigh. “It isn’t anything you’d want to watch. It’s just a special about that Southern lady who cooks with a lot of butter,” Reid replied, scratching his head nervously.
“I like butter,” Luke said.
“God, why does everything you say sound so kinky?” Reid said, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re deflecting,” Luke noticed. He turned on the TV once more and flipped to the only two-hour show that they had.
“No… I… give me it,” Reid mumbled, nearly tackling Luke in attempt to retrieve the remote.
He saw that dreamy look spread across his boyfriend’s face and knew it was too late.
“Reid!” Luke squealed. “This is about wedding cakes!” Now he was full on beaming.
Reid twisted uncomfortably in his spot on the couch. “I like… cake. And, you know, it seemed like a good thing to have for future reference,” he explained. Luke breathed out so unsteadily that if Reid didn’t know Luke and his bizarre breathing patterns when he got excited, he’d think the man was hyperventilating.
“I mean, Katie is probably going to get married three times in the next two years at least, so…” he added.
“Right,” Luke said, unable to get the stars out of his eyes. He leaned into his boyfriend and pressed tiny kisses all over his face. “I love you so much it’s stupid,” Luke grinned.
Reid kissed Luke, leaning into him until he pushed him backward on the couch and hovered above him. “I love you too, but I think it’s pretty smart, actually. If it were stupid I wouldn’t do it. I don’t do stupid.”