I Don't Like You (2nd sequel to Three Sheets)
Reid pushed Luke down on the bed and immediately climbed on top of him. They kissed while scooting back, making "mmmmm" and "oof" sounds along the way until Luke's head dropped down firmly onto the down pillow and Reid laid along Luke's body length with a contented sigh, his nose buried in Luke's neck, his hand cupping Luke's face, and his fingers making soft circles behind Luke's ear.
Suddenly panicked, Luke felt the need to talk. "What time do you need to be to the hospital?" he asked.
"I don't. I'm off. I wouldn't have been out drinking last night if I had to work today."
"Oh...yeah, I guess not...aren't you hungover?"
"Hmmmm? No..."
"Because you were pretty ripped last night." Luke chuckled nervously.
"You made me drink water. Katie fed me aspirin. And I got up early this morning and drank a full quart of water. Hangovers are all about dehydration. I'm good...speaking of which, I have to pee. Please, hold..." Reid kissed Luke's ear and hopped up off the bed and headed back into the bathroom, seemingly comfortable in his nudity. Because he looks like THAT. Luke, on the other hand, pulled the covers up over himself.
Reid came back out of the bathroom quickly and threw his boxers, basketball style, into the hamper across the room. "Oliver for three!" He then tossed Luke's jeans onto the floor at the foot of the bed near his shoes. "I can't find your underwear."
"I wasn't wearing any," Luke admitted sheepishly.
Reid smiled. "Really? Hmm. Nice."
Luke couldn't help but laugh, and Reid stepped into the bathroom again and closed the door.
Luke rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow. It smelled like Reid. What am I doing? He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling. I need to get out of here.
Luke scooted to the foot of the bed and pulled on his pants without buttoning them while standing up and looking for his shirt.
The bathroom door opened. "Hey...hey, no...what are you doing?...no...why are you getting dressed?" Reid approached Luke, half hard.
"I've got to go." He found his shirt and started to pull it on.
Reid grabbed his arms gently. "No, Luke...c'mon...naked...you need to be naked." One hand dropped to Luke's zipper.
"Reid, no...really." Luke pushed his hand away. "This was a mistake. I shouldn't have stayed here last night. We don't even like each other."
Reid pulled back and ran his eyes over Luke's body. "There's plenty that I like about you." He smiled, somewhat seductively, but Luke noticed, also shyly.
"Physically. But you don't like me. You said it yourself. In those exact words: 'I don't like you.'"
Reid hooked his thumbs into the beltloops of Luke's jeans. "C'mon...I was pissed. You'd just blackmailed me. I was being held against my will. My perception of you was skewed."
Luke gripped Reid's forearms, wanting him to let go, hoping that he wouldn't let go. "So, what dirt do you think I have on you?"
Reid shrugged. "I have no idea. I've done some stuff that was in the best interest of patients but didn't necessarily follow protocol. I always knew it might come back to bite me in the ass. So, what DO you have on me?"
Luke lowered his eyes and smiled. "Absolutely nothing."
"You were fucking bluffing? I knew it! I told myself, 'hey, genius, this kid, he's yanking your chain...'" But Luke shut him up with his mouth. Reid sighed into the kiss before pulling back. "Do you like being here with me?"
"Yes," Luke replied breathlessly.
"Then stay." His hands returned to Luke's zipper, and then he slid Luke jeans down slowly over his hips. Luke stepped out of them, trembling. "See? Naked is better. Relax..." Reid soothed. He looked at Luke's body. "You're beautiful."
Luke looked down, a small smile on his lips. "Hey..." Reid said, lifting Luke's chin and looking into his eyes. "Fucking beautiful."
He kissed Luke, and Luke believed it.
i'm not even gonna put 'fin' here...sigh... :-)