Fic : Coming Home 40/?
Author: PABWECG (aka Patricia)
Title: Coming Home
Genre/Type: Romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Lily/Holden, Casey, Katie, Bob, assorted little people, possibly others
Warnings: None really, except some Nuke intimacy
Summary: Luke and Noah moved to L.A. in the Summer of 2009 for Noah to do his last year of school with an internship of sorts (no Mason, no blindness, etc. Everything else in their history has happened). Reid arrived, temporarily, at Memorial in August 2010.
It’s now the fall.
Previous Chapters: 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/
Chapter 40
Luke pawed through Reid’s CD collection.
“Oh my God, he was serious.” He said, pulling one out to look at the cover artwork. “He actually hasn’t bought anything in at least the last ten years…Van Morrison, Sting, Eric Clapton…Rolling Stones, David Bowie…” He snickered some more. “God, he’s old…Nine Inch Nails, Hootie and the Blowfish.” He laughed. “Duran Duran…Aerosmith.”
He raised his eyebrows, impressed by some of the older classics, until he finally pulled out CD of James Taylor live, and put it in. Then he lay down, fully clothed, on the bed - he tried not to touch himself.
Reid had called twenty minutes ago; his meeting with Stephen and the board of directors at the Hughes’ house had ended, and he’d already dropped him off at the cottage; he’d be here any moment. The apartment was quiet, Katie and Jacob already asleep.
“Are you still dressed?” Reid had asked. Luke had responded that he was.
“Good. Stay that way.” Luke had asked if they were going out.
“No.” Reid had replied.
He’d also asked Luke to choose a CD.
Luke had no idea what Reid had planned, but he was turned on by the sound of Reid’s voice. It had been three days since they’d been alone like this.
Reid came through the front door quietly, but Luke heard nonetheless, and he licked his lips as he waited; then Reid entered the bedroom. His eyes took him in, on the bed; Luke was leaning back on his elbows on the pillows, his slightly parted legs doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal.
Reid exhaled, looking very tempted to join him on the bed. But he stood where he was, just inside the closed door, looked down for a moment and then over at the stereo, tilting his head. “Good choice.”
Luke finally noticed that Reid had something in his hand. “What’s that?” Reid turned and placed the bag on the small table. Then he removed two small glasses and a bottle. Luke approached the table. “Sparkling grape juice, huh? Are we celebrating something?”
“You’re not the only one who can do this Month-a-versary thing.” Reid said, although Luke was sure it was the first time Reid had ever done such a thing. Luke turned and smiled at him, taking the few steps to stand in front of him, and wrapped his arms around Reid’s neck.
A couple weeks ago Luke had shown up at Reid’s office with two perfect coffees and croissants. When he’d asked Reid if he remembered what had happened a month before on that day, Reid had said, “Columbus day?”
Luke had said, “Not quite, but just as momentous.”
“Just as momentous as a man sailing across the ocean and setting foot in the New World?”
“Oh, the setting foot in a New World part is definitely true.” Luke had said. “Here, let me give you a hint.” And then he’d kissed Reid deeply, his tongue trailing along Reid’s lower lip. “Coming back to you?” Luke had asked.
“Hmmm?” Reid had said in a daze.
“Is it coming back to you, what happened a month ago, that was like stepping into a new world?”
Then Reid’s eyes became warm and he’d inhaled. “Oh.” He’d said softly. “Yes.”
Here in Reid’s room, Luke had his arms around him, and he said, “So, what month-a-versary are we celebrating?”
“Our first night together.” Reid stepped away to open the bottle. “Actually, it was tomorrow, but who’s counting.”
Luke smiled, watching him pour the drinks. “That was a very special night.” He said.
Reid turned around, two drinks in hand. “It was.” And he handed one to Luke. “It was life-changing. Jesus, that was corny.”
Luke laughed softly, and stepped in close and put an arm around him. “Corny, but true.”
Reid tilted his head back and peered at him, thinking. “You remember how you said that something had changed the night we met, when we had dinner at the farm that first night?” Luke nodded. “Our first night together…” he continued. “I remember everything, Luke. The way you stood up to Noah; holding you on the dance floor, like the whole world had disappeared…God, there I go sounding corny again…” and Luke held him tighter, smiling brightly at him.
Reid inhaled, looking deeply into Luke’s eyes. “And then when we reached the cottage…how long did it take us to get the door unlocked?” They both remembered how difficult it had been to get inside since they hadn’t been able to stop touching each other.
Reid looked seriously at him. “Making love with you was…it was like nothing else I’d ever done. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted you that night…and you were so beautiful. Touching you…hearing you…and you trusted me; you showed me your heart.”
He put down his glass so that he could wrap both arms around Luke. Luke finished his own and Reid took it from him, setting it down.
Then Reid ran a hand through Luke’s hair and held his face, looking intently at him. “But…the most incredible thing, Luke…was sleeping with you. Holding you, waking up in the middle of the night, unsure of where I was, and finding you…your arms around me. I felt like I was home…” he rolled his eyes at his own mushiness.
Luke kissed him hard. “Oh, I love it when you get all sentimental.”
Reid took him in with his eyes, and then he stepped away and over to the stereo. He found a CD, popped it in the player, and pushed a couple of buttons and in a moment Billie Holiday’s Tenderly came softly through the speakers. He stepped over to Luke and put his arms around his waist. He ran his hands up his back and into his hair, and then he wrapped his lips around Luke’s lower one, slowly, just once. And then they danced, cheek-to-cheek, gently moving to the music, not talking, their legs intertwined.
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
Reid pulled Luke close and put his face right into the crook of his neck
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Their chests rose and fell together
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
Hips pressed together
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
Luke’s hand tangled in the base of Reid’s curls
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Eyes closed
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Luke breathed Reid in
Luke’s hands wandered down to Reid’s hips, and he leaned slightly back to look into his eyes, and then kissed him softly and deeply. As Billie began her second time through the tune, lingering over some notes, and singing with a sweet, sensuous playfulness, Luke and Reid continued to hold each other’s gaze, hearing her words in a new way.
Your arms opened wide…and closed me inside.
Luke cupped Reid’s face in both his hands, and whispered to him, “home…” and Reid nodded just slightly, before Luke kissed him again.
As the music continued on, all soft sensuous saxophone, and the trickle of light, gentle hands on the piano, and Billie’s voice singing of love, Luke’s lips journeyed from Reid’s mouth slowly to his neck and ear, and his hands began to remove Reid’s shirt, one button at a time. Reid let his head fall back and Luke dived in deeper, his tongue trailing along the sweet path of Reid’s skin, and his hands going under Reid’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He kissed his shoulders and down to his chest, softly sucking on each nipple, before going down on his knees and mouthing Reid’s belly. He removed Reid’s belt, and felt Reid’s hands grab onto his hair, caressing his scalp, while a soft grunt escaped his lips. Luke lifted his head and Reid looked down at him, his hands holding Luke’s face; Luke saw love in those eyes, plain as day, and he smiled back at him. He unbuttoned Reid’s pants and lowered his zipper, so ready to shower him with that love in return.
Reid’s mouth fell open and he dropped to his knees facing Luke, breathing heavily, his eyes full. Luke searched the beautiful eyes, looking to see what they said. Reid cupped his face with one hand again and kissed him. Then he held one of Luke’s hands, kissing his fingers; he pulled one and then another into his mouth closing his eyes, sucking them. Then his mouth fell softly open again and he opened his eyes on Luke once more. “Luke,” he said softly. Luke felt like he could hardly breathe, his heart was beating so fast and full.
Reid’s hands slipped under his shirt and he slowly pulled it over his head, his hands finding his way back to his hair again. Then his hands trailed their way down Luke’s arms to his hands, and standing, he pulled Luke up and over to the bed. “Luke,” he said once more, and his expression was warm and passionate. His small smile caused Luke’s heart to swell once more, and Luke’s eyes trailed over Reid’s face, trying to drink in his beauty, and trying to search deeper - never content until he could see right into Reid’s heart. Reid smiled so sweetly at him and held his face again.
“Luke, I…” he began, stopping suddenly, something ceasing his words.
“I know.” Luke said.
Reid laughed quietly. “You do, don’t you?” Then Reid’s face became more serious and he breathed in and then out, his shoulders settling.
“You want to say it though.” Luke said, and Reid nodded.
Suddenly Reid took his face between his hands and kissed him deeply, stealing his breath. Luke - his face cradled in Reid’s warm, strong hands - looked back at Reid, swept away.
“I love you, Luke.” Reid swallowed, and then his mouth parted, his breath coming quickly.
Later, Luke would question why he hadn’t responded that he loved Reid also. But in that moment, he couldn’t speak; his ability to form words was gone. His ability to think, also gone. All he knew was Reid; Reid standing inches in front of him, Reid’s hands on his face, Reid’s words and voice filling his ears and his heart. And so he simply stood there, held by Reid: held by his hands, and eyes, and words.
And then Reid was kissing him again, pulling him close, and the desire was building again, more quickly this time. Reid pushed Luke’s pants down over his hips and cupped his ass, lifting him slightly, pressing him into his body. Luke’s hands slipped inside Reid’s briefs, kneading the warm flesh. They stood there, at the foot of the bed, pressing against each other, pulling each other close, lips caressing necks and ears and jaw lines.
Luke then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his hands; his eyes, looking up at Reid, were inviting him to take over. “Reid,” he breathed. “Please.”
That was all Reid needed. He stepped close to Luke and leaned down, kissing his mouth hard. “Yes,” Luke panted. Reid captured his bottom lip with his teeth and then ran the tip of his tongue along it. “Yes,” Luke said again, his hips lifting slightly, still constrained by his pants.
Luke needed to be taken, claimed by Reid; and Reid needed to claim him. “Mine,” he whispered, as he knelt down in front of Luke, pulling his pants down and off.
“Jesus, yes.” Luke breathed back, his eyes locked on Reid’s - dark and intense.
Reid stood and removed his own pants and briefs; then he lay down on top of Luke, covering him and holding him. “Luke, I need you.”
And as he crawled back down the bed, Luke spread his legs and bent his knees, opening himself wide. And Reid dived in, licking Luke’s hole, his hands on Luke’s hips, pulling him close, burying himself in the taste and smell of Luke.
Luke grabbed onto the sheet, his aching cock already dripping, so turned on by the heady emotions in the room.
Mine, Reid had said…Jesus, that felt amazing.
Reid was carried away, sucking and licking and biting, not able to get enough, hearing Luke moaning his name. He wanted to be inside Luke, so much. He pushed a finger in alongside his tongue and Luke responded by pushing down on them. He would need a lot more lube to go any further.
“Luke,” he panted, sitting up and stroking his own cock. Before he could ask, Luke was already opening a condom; leaning on one elbow he rolled it onto Reid’s cock, stroking him several times, Reid’s eyes closing and his head falling back, before his hand stopped Luke.
Then Luke poured a generous amount of lube into Reid’s palm; he coated his fingers, which one by one found their way inside Luke, stretching him. In a few moments, Luke was rocking on the bed, pulling his knees up and apart, panting and pressing onto Reid’s fingers. “We need just a little more, Luke.” Reid said softly. Luke opened his eyes and found the lube and poured a little more and Reid coated himself. Then he entered Luke in one slow, steady push, stopping himself when he was sheathed. “Fuck… Luke,” he said, his eyes closed. When he lay his weight down on Luke, he took hold of one ankle and brought it up onto his shoulder, the other wrapping around his waist. He turned his head and lay kisses along Luke’s calf.
Luke thought he might die; the tenderness might overwhelm him. “Reid,” he said. “Reid.”
“I know Luke, God I know.” And Luke saw it in Reid’s eyes, how overwhelmed Reid was, too.
It was so intense. Reid placed his second hand back on the mattress and began to thrust, just a couple times. “Luke…I’m so close, but I don’t want to be. I want to stay inside you forever.” And they held each other’s gaze. Forever.
Luke took a hold of his own cock and began to stroke it, and Reid’s nostrils flared at the sight. As Luke got closer himself, his muscles began to clench around Reid. “Luke, Jesus…I can’t…fuck.” Luke began to push himself down, trying to get Reid as deep as possible. And Reid began to thrust again, long and slow; Luke let his legs fall wider apart, feeling Reid enter even more deeply, and then Reid fell down close on top of him, on his elbows, and captured Luke’s mouth, mumbling Luke’s name while mouthing his lips and thrusting faster and faster, until they both came, Luke’s back arching off the bed, his arms wrapped around Reid’s back.
Ten minutes later, as they lay together, Luke was thinking.
“Reid, can I talk to you about something?” Reid turned his head to Luke at him.
“Of course.” Luke took a breath in and then let it out. “You don’t have to say it.” Luke’s surprised eyes looked back at him. “I think I know how you feel, Luke. But you don’t have to say it, just because I did. Actually I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” Now Luke appeared really shocked.
“You would?” Luke asked.
“Sure, I mean I’d love to hear it but, only when you’re ready to say it.” Luke noticed that Reid said when, not if, you’re ready. He thought for a minute, wanting to know his words before he spoke them.
“Reid, when I was very little, I was my mother’s son. I didn’t really know my father, Damian. But being Holden’s son - that was good - he was proud and I was happy. But my family became my identity. I was a Snyder first, Luke second. When Noah and I got together, after a while, my identity became Noah’s boyfriend.” He leaned up a bit to really look at Reid. “It’s always been temptingly easy to identify myself by who I’m in a relationship with, because I’ve always been afraid that if I was just me, just Luke, there’d be…what? I mean, who am I? I was afraid that if I looked inside for my identity I’d find nothing.”
Reid just pulled him close, looking at him with awe and disbelief. “Nothing?” he said.
Luke laid a hand on Reid’s chest. “I don’t really mean nothing…well, maybe I do or I did, I don’t know. I guess, relationships are important to me. The most important thing in life really, and I believe that. But, for me, it’s just been…I’ve continuously lost my self in them.”
“And you don’t want to do that again.” Reid said. “I understand, Luke. And I don’t want you to do that either.”
“I need to know who I am or at least learn how to remember it, because I do know…I just forget, constantly thinking that my relationship to others is more important than my relationship with myself.”
“So, it’s a good thing you’ve got this new place of yours after the New Year.” Reid said, and then added jokingly, “And I thought it was just so we could have a place to get good and loud in.” Luke smiled seductively. “No, seriously, Luke. I’m so glad that you’re doing this. Finding your own space. I don’t want you to lose your self in me. Not in the way you’re talking about. Not so you feel as if there’s no you without an us.” He smiled at Luke. “So, how ‘bout we help each other?”
“Hmm…how?” Luke said.
“You help me with the us part - which I’ve never been very good at and kinda scares me. And I’ll help you with the me part, ‘cause I’ve perfected that.”
“Sounds good to me.” Luke said and then he kissed him - once, then twice, and then he climbed on top of him. “How ‘bout we work on the ‘us’ some more…you know the kind where the two bodies become one?”
“I thought we just did that.” Reid smirked.
“Well, practice makes perfect, you know.”
“I like the way your mind works, Mr. Snyder.” And he ran his hands up Luke’s body and into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.
Here’s Billie singing the song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSfb908m_d4&feature=related
next part/
Title: Coming Home
Genre/Type: Romance
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Lily/Holden, Casey, Katie, Bob, assorted little people, possibly others
Warnings: None really, except some Nuke intimacy
Summary: Luke and Noah moved to L.A. in the Summer of 2009 for Noah to do his last year of school with an internship of sorts (no Mason, no blindness, etc. Everything else in their history has happened). Reid arrived, temporarily, at Memorial in August 2010.
It’s now the fall.
Previous Chapters: 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/
Chapter 40
Luke pawed through Reid’s CD collection.
“Oh my God, he was serious.” He said, pulling one out to look at the cover artwork. “He actually hasn’t bought anything in at least the last ten years…Van Morrison, Sting, Eric Clapton…Rolling Stones, David Bowie…” He snickered some more. “God, he’s old…Nine Inch Nails, Hootie and the Blowfish.” He laughed. “Duran Duran…Aerosmith.”
He raised his eyebrows, impressed by some of the older classics, until he finally pulled out CD of James Taylor live, and put it in. Then he lay down, fully clothed, on the bed - he tried not to touch himself.
Reid had called twenty minutes ago; his meeting with Stephen and the board of directors at the Hughes’ house had ended, and he’d already dropped him off at the cottage; he’d be here any moment. The apartment was quiet, Katie and Jacob already asleep.
“Are you still dressed?” Reid had asked. Luke had responded that he was.
“Good. Stay that way.” Luke had asked if they were going out.
“No.” Reid had replied.
He’d also asked Luke to choose a CD.
Luke had no idea what Reid had planned, but he was turned on by the sound of Reid’s voice. It had been three days since they’d been alone like this.
Reid came through the front door quietly, but Luke heard nonetheless, and he licked his lips as he waited; then Reid entered the bedroom. His eyes took him in, on the bed; Luke was leaning back on his elbows on the pillows, his slightly parted legs doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal.
Reid exhaled, looking very tempted to join him on the bed. But he stood where he was, just inside the closed door, looked down for a moment and then over at the stereo, tilting his head. “Good choice.”
Luke finally noticed that Reid had something in his hand. “What’s that?” Reid turned and placed the bag on the small table. Then he removed two small glasses and a bottle. Luke approached the table. “Sparkling grape juice, huh? Are we celebrating something?”
“You’re not the only one who can do this Month-a-versary thing.” Reid said, although Luke was sure it was the first time Reid had ever done such a thing. Luke turned and smiled at him, taking the few steps to stand in front of him, and wrapped his arms around Reid’s neck.
A couple weeks ago Luke had shown up at Reid’s office with two perfect coffees and croissants. When he’d asked Reid if he remembered what had happened a month before on that day, Reid had said, “Columbus day?”
Luke had said, “Not quite, but just as momentous.”
“Just as momentous as a man sailing across the ocean and setting foot in the New World?”
“Oh, the setting foot in a New World part is definitely true.” Luke had said. “Here, let me give you a hint.” And then he’d kissed Reid deeply, his tongue trailing along Reid’s lower lip. “Coming back to you?” Luke had asked.
“Hmmm?” Reid had said in a daze.
“Is it coming back to you, what happened a month ago, that was like stepping into a new world?”
Then Reid’s eyes became warm and he’d inhaled. “Oh.” He’d said softly. “Yes.”
Here in Reid’s room, Luke had his arms around him, and he said, “So, what month-a-versary are we celebrating?”
“Our first night together.” Reid stepped away to open the bottle. “Actually, it was tomorrow, but who’s counting.”
Luke smiled, watching him pour the drinks. “That was a very special night.” He said.
Reid turned around, two drinks in hand. “It was.” And he handed one to Luke. “It was life-changing. Jesus, that was corny.”
Luke laughed softly, and stepped in close and put an arm around him. “Corny, but true.”
Reid tilted his head back and peered at him, thinking. “You remember how you said that something had changed the night we met, when we had dinner at the farm that first night?” Luke nodded. “Our first night together…” he continued. “I remember everything, Luke. The way you stood up to Noah; holding you on the dance floor, like the whole world had disappeared…God, there I go sounding corny again…” and Luke held him tighter, smiling brightly at him.
Reid inhaled, looking deeply into Luke’s eyes. “And then when we reached the cottage…how long did it take us to get the door unlocked?” They both remembered how difficult it had been to get inside since they hadn’t been able to stop touching each other.
Reid looked seriously at him. “Making love with you was…it was like nothing else I’d ever done. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted you that night…and you were so beautiful. Touching you…hearing you…and you trusted me; you showed me your heart.”
He put down his glass so that he could wrap both arms around Luke. Luke finished his own and Reid took it from him, setting it down.
Then Reid ran a hand through Luke’s hair and held his face, looking intently at him. “But…the most incredible thing, Luke…was sleeping with you. Holding you, waking up in the middle of the night, unsure of where I was, and finding you…your arms around me. I felt like I was home…” he rolled his eyes at his own mushiness.
Luke kissed him hard. “Oh, I love it when you get all sentimental.”
Reid took him in with his eyes, and then he stepped away and over to the stereo. He found a CD, popped it in the player, and pushed a couple of buttons and in a moment Billie Holiday’s Tenderly came softly through the speakers. He stepped over to Luke and put his arms around his waist. He ran his hands up his back and into his hair, and then he wrapped his lips around Luke’s lower one, slowly, just once. And then they danced, cheek-to-cheek, gently moving to the music, not talking, their legs intertwined.
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
Reid pulled Luke close and put his face right into the crook of his neck
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Their chests rose and fell together
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
Hips pressed together
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
Luke’s hand tangled in the base of Reid’s curls
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Eyes closed
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Luke breathed Reid in
Luke’s hands wandered down to Reid’s hips, and he leaned slightly back to look into his eyes, and then kissed him softly and deeply. As Billie began her second time through the tune, lingering over some notes, and singing with a sweet, sensuous playfulness, Luke and Reid continued to hold each other’s gaze, hearing her words in a new way.
Your arms opened wide…and closed me inside.
Luke cupped Reid’s face in both his hands, and whispered to him, “home…” and Reid nodded just slightly, before Luke kissed him again.
As the music continued on, all soft sensuous saxophone, and the trickle of light, gentle hands on the piano, and Billie’s voice singing of love, Luke’s lips journeyed from Reid’s mouth slowly to his neck and ear, and his hands began to remove Reid’s shirt, one button at a time. Reid let his head fall back and Luke dived in deeper, his tongue trailing along the sweet path of Reid’s skin, and his hands going under Reid’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He kissed his shoulders and down to his chest, softly sucking on each nipple, before going down on his knees and mouthing Reid’s belly. He removed Reid’s belt, and felt Reid’s hands grab onto his hair, caressing his scalp, while a soft grunt escaped his lips. Luke lifted his head and Reid looked down at him, his hands holding Luke’s face; Luke saw love in those eyes, plain as day, and he smiled back at him. He unbuttoned Reid’s pants and lowered his zipper, so ready to shower him with that love in return.
Reid’s mouth fell open and he dropped to his knees facing Luke, breathing heavily, his eyes full. Luke searched the beautiful eyes, looking to see what they said. Reid cupped his face with one hand again and kissed him. Then he held one of Luke’s hands, kissing his fingers; he pulled one and then another into his mouth closing his eyes, sucking them. Then his mouth fell softly open again and he opened his eyes on Luke once more. “Luke,” he said softly. Luke felt like he could hardly breathe, his heart was beating so fast and full.
Reid’s hands slipped under his shirt and he slowly pulled it over his head, his hands finding his way back to his hair again. Then his hands trailed their way down Luke’s arms to his hands, and standing, he pulled Luke up and over to the bed. “Luke,” he said once more, and his expression was warm and passionate. His small smile caused Luke’s heart to swell once more, and Luke’s eyes trailed over Reid’s face, trying to drink in his beauty, and trying to search deeper - never content until he could see right into Reid’s heart. Reid smiled so sweetly at him and held his face again.
“Luke, I…” he began, stopping suddenly, something ceasing his words.
“I know.” Luke said.
Reid laughed quietly. “You do, don’t you?” Then Reid’s face became more serious and he breathed in and then out, his shoulders settling.
“You want to say it though.” Luke said, and Reid nodded.
Suddenly Reid took his face between his hands and kissed him deeply, stealing his breath. Luke - his face cradled in Reid’s warm, strong hands - looked back at Reid, swept away.
“I love you, Luke.” Reid swallowed, and then his mouth parted, his breath coming quickly.
Later, Luke would question why he hadn’t responded that he loved Reid also. But in that moment, he couldn’t speak; his ability to form words was gone. His ability to think, also gone. All he knew was Reid; Reid standing inches in front of him, Reid’s hands on his face, Reid’s words and voice filling his ears and his heart. And so he simply stood there, held by Reid: held by his hands, and eyes, and words.
And then Reid was kissing him again, pulling him close, and the desire was building again, more quickly this time. Reid pushed Luke’s pants down over his hips and cupped his ass, lifting him slightly, pressing him into his body. Luke’s hands slipped inside Reid’s briefs, kneading the warm flesh. They stood there, at the foot of the bed, pressing against each other, pulling each other close, lips caressing necks and ears and jaw lines.
Luke then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his hands; his eyes, looking up at Reid, were inviting him to take over. “Reid,” he breathed. “Please.”
That was all Reid needed. He stepped close to Luke and leaned down, kissing his mouth hard. “Yes,” Luke panted. Reid captured his bottom lip with his teeth and then ran the tip of his tongue along it. “Yes,” Luke said again, his hips lifting slightly, still constrained by his pants.
Luke needed to be taken, claimed by Reid; and Reid needed to claim him. “Mine,” he whispered, as he knelt down in front of Luke, pulling his pants down and off.
“Jesus, yes.” Luke breathed back, his eyes locked on Reid’s - dark and intense.
Reid stood and removed his own pants and briefs; then he lay down on top of Luke, covering him and holding him. “Luke, I need you.”
And as he crawled back down the bed, Luke spread his legs and bent his knees, opening himself wide. And Reid dived in, licking Luke’s hole, his hands on Luke’s hips, pulling him close, burying himself in the taste and smell of Luke.
Luke grabbed onto the sheet, his aching cock already dripping, so turned on by the heady emotions in the room.
Mine, Reid had said…Jesus, that felt amazing.
Reid was carried away, sucking and licking and biting, not able to get enough, hearing Luke moaning his name. He wanted to be inside Luke, so much. He pushed a finger in alongside his tongue and Luke responded by pushing down on them. He would need a lot more lube to go any further.
“Luke,” he panted, sitting up and stroking his own cock. Before he could ask, Luke was already opening a condom; leaning on one elbow he rolled it onto Reid’s cock, stroking him several times, Reid’s eyes closing and his head falling back, before his hand stopped Luke.
Then Luke poured a generous amount of lube into Reid’s palm; he coated his fingers, which one by one found their way inside Luke, stretching him. In a few moments, Luke was rocking on the bed, pulling his knees up and apart, panting and pressing onto Reid’s fingers. “We need just a little more, Luke.” Reid said softly. Luke opened his eyes and found the lube and poured a little more and Reid coated himself. Then he entered Luke in one slow, steady push, stopping himself when he was sheathed. “Fuck… Luke,” he said, his eyes closed. When he lay his weight down on Luke, he took hold of one ankle and brought it up onto his shoulder, the other wrapping around his waist. He turned his head and lay kisses along Luke’s calf.
Luke thought he might die; the tenderness might overwhelm him. “Reid,” he said. “Reid.”
“I know Luke, God I know.” And Luke saw it in Reid’s eyes, how overwhelmed Reid was, too.
It was so intense. Reid placed his second hand back on the mattress and began to thrust, just a couple times. “Luke…I’m so close, but I don’t want to be. I want to stay inside you forever.” And they held each other’s gaze. Forever.
Luke took a hold of his own cock and began to stroke it, and Reid’s nostrils flared at the sight. As Luke got closer himself, his muscles began to clench around Reid. “Luke, Jesus…I can’t…fuck.” Luke began to push himself down, trying to get Reid as deep as possible. And Reid began to thrust again, long and slow; Luke let his legs fall wider apart, feeling Reid enter even more deeply, and then Reid fell down close on top of him, on his elbows, and captured Luke’s mouth, mumbling Luke’s name while mouthing his lips and thrusting faster and faster, until they both came, Luke’s back arching off the bed, his arms wrapped around Reid’s back.
Ten minutes later, as they lay together, Luke was thinking.
“Reid, can I talk to you about something?” Reid turned his head to Luke at him.
“Of course.” Luke took a breath in and then let it out. “You don’t have to say it.” Luke’s surprised eyes looked back at him. “I think I know how you feel, Luke. But you don’t have to say it, just because I did. Actually I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” Now Luke appeared really shocked.
“You would?” Luke asked.
“Sure, I mean I’d love to hear it but, only when you’re ready to say it.” Luke noticed that Reid said when, not if, you’re ready. He thought for a minute, wanting to know his words before he spoke them.
“Reid, when I was very little, I was my mother’s son. I didn’t really know my father, Damian. But being Holden’s son - that was good - he was proud and I was happy. But my family became my identity. I was a Snyder first, Luke second. When Noah and I got together, after a while, my identity became Noah’s boyfriend.” He leaned up a bit to really look at Reid. “It’s always been temptingly easy to identify myself by who I’m in a relationship with, because I’ve always been afraid that if I was just me, just Luke, there’d be…what? I mean, who am I? I was afraid that if I looked inside for my identity I’d find nothing.”
Reid just pulled him close, looking at him with awe and disbelief. “Nothing?” he said.
Luke laid a hand on Reid’s chest. “I don’t really mean nothing…well, maybe I do or I did, I don’t know. I guess, relationships are important to me. The most important thing in life really, and I believe that. But, for me, it’s just been…I’ve continuously lost my self in them.”
“And you don’t want to do that again.” Reid said. “I understand, Luke. And I don’t want you to do that either.”
“I need to know who I am or at least learn how to remember it, because I do know…I just forget, constantly thinking that my relationship to others is more important than my relationship with myself.”
“So, it’s a good thing you’ve got this new place of yours after the New Year.” Reid said, and then added jokingly, “And I thought it was just so we could have a place to get good and loud in.” Luke smiled seductively. “No, seriously, Luke. I’m so glad that you’re doing this. Finding your own space. I don’t want you to lose your self in me. Not in the way you’re talking about. Not so you feel as if there’s no you without an us.” He smiled at Luke. “So, how ‘bout we help each other?”
“Hmm…how?” Luke said.
“You help me with the us part - which I’ve never been very good at and kinda scares me. And I’ll help you with the me part, ‘cause I’ve perfected that.”
“Sounds good to me.” Luke said and then he kissed him - once, then twice, and then he climbed on top of him. “How ‘bout we work on the ‘us’ some more…you know the kind where the two bodies become one?”
“I thought we just did that.” Reid smirked.
“Well, practice makes perfect, you know.”
“I like the way your mind works, Mr. Snyder.” And he ran his hands up Luke’s body and into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.
Here’s Billie singing the song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSfb908m_d4&feature=related
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