Fic: Save Me (Prologue/?)
Title: Save Me
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grips of a hurricane...
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
“You can't walk out on me, Noah!” Luke screamed at his ex-boyfriends back, leaning out the screen door of his grandmother's farmhouse. He turned around, fighting back his emotions, resisting the urge to cry. Instead, he tore through the kitchen, searching for something...an extra set of keys, alcohol…
Something. Anything.
He stumbled backwards, eyes darting around the room, unable to focus. He had to find Noah….or something else to drink. He was starting to sober up a little. Yes….a drink…then Noah.
Luke went back to the door, this time slamming it open and disappearing into the night.
*
“Thanks for picking me up.” Luke said to Brian, proud that he only slurred his words just a little. He really was starting to sober up.
That could not happen.
He liked the way the alcohol numbed him. The way it burned and lit him on fire. Everything was better when he was drinking. It hurt less. He cared less.
“I couldn't just let you walk around in the dark.” Brian pointed out. Luke didn't like Brian very much, but he wasn't about to complain about a ride. “You're obviously in no condition to be out by yourself.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” His head wouldn't stay still. He tried to keep his eyes focused on Brian.
“I'm taking you home.”
“No!” Luke exclaimed. At home there was no beer (he'd drank the last one the day before), and no Noah.
He couldn't go home.
No one could see him like this.
“Luke, you need to go home and sleep it off.” Brian put his arm on the back of the passenger's seat, his fingertips near enough to the back of Luke's neck that he could almost feel them. Luke moved his head, uncomfortable.
“No, no.” Luke refused. “Can't go home. They'll see.”
“Your parents?” Luke nodded and regretted it. The world spun.
“Can't let them...see me.” He managed. “I can get room at Lakeview.” Luke muttered.
“You want me to take you to the Lakeview?”
“Yes.” Brian gave him a long look, and Luke didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to be somewhere else. Brian was making his skin crawl.
God, he needed another drink.
*
Luke let Brian check him into the hotel, eyes wandering around the lobby. It was pretty quiet, and he hoped against hope that his mother did not find out he'd spent the night here. Brian approached him with the key, handing it to him. Luke dropped it, the plastic slipping through his fingers.
He bent down to pick it up, his eyes drifting up to Brian's face as he rose, the key clenched in his trembling hands.
Brian was looking at him again.
Luke swallowed. What was this guy's deal?
“We should...get you upstairs.” Brian suggested, sounding funny. “Before someone sees you.”
Luke was about to reply, when a man brushed past him, nearly knocking him over on his unsteady feet.
“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but his complaint was drowned out by the man himself, as he belittled one of the hotel worker's.
“And when you're finished removing your head from your ass long enough to fill the requests I've made if I am ever to sleep in that bed tonight, let me know.” He turned around, his overnight bag clenched in one fist. “I'll be at the bar.”
Luke watched the man walk away, his mouth dropping open. It wasn't that he was gorgeous, because he was. He was just a smidge shorter than Luke, amazing blue eyes and auburn - no - blond hair. It was the way he talked that had caught Luke's attention - the devil may care attitude drawing him in like a fly to a picnic. He'd almost forgotten Brian was there, until he felt Brian's hand on his arm.
“Luke, really…” Brian looked nervous now. “We should get you upstairs.”
“You know what, Brian?” Luke snapped, unable to take his eyes off the entry way to the bar area. “I can take care of myself.”
“You can barely stand.” Brian tightened his grip. Luke wrenched his arm out of Brian's grasp, nearly falling over.
“I'm fine.” Luke insisted, fighting the urge to vomit. Nausea was starting in his stomach, and he didn't want to deal with that at the moment. He wanted another drink, and to maybe stare at that guy again. The guy with the color changing hair. “Just go. I'm all checked in. You've done your good deed for the day.”
“Luke...”
“Just leave me the fuck alone, Brian.” Luke snapped, before turning and walking away as fast as he could manage. He headed towards the side entrance to the bar area, hoping that Brian would not follow him. A glance behind him indicated that Brian had either stayed put or left.
Luke licked his lips. He could practically taste the vodka; could feel the smooth liquid flowing down his throat.
Anything was better than what he was feeling right now.
*
It took nearly ten minutes for the bartender to walk away to serve drinks to a noisy table in the corner.
Ten long fucking minutes. Luke didn't see that guy anywhere and that was kind of a let down, as it would have given him a distraction while he waited.
It was now or never. The bartender - whatever the fuck his name, he knew it at one time - would never serve him. He moved quickly and quietly towards the bar, the bartender - what was his name? - having helpfully left an almost full bottle of vodka right on the edge. Another quick glance around. No one was watching.
His hand reached out, wrapped around the neck of the bottle. He picked it up in one smooth motion, sticking it inside the sweater he was wearing. He lifted his foot to take a step, when a familiar voice stopped him.
“I saw that.”
Luke turned around slowly. It was him. The gorgeous guy with the “I don't give a fuck” attitude. Luke's mouth went dry.
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grips of a hurricane...
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
“You can't walk out on me, Noah!” Luke screamed at his ex-boyfriends back, leaning out the screen door of his grandmother's farmhouse. He turned around, fighting back his emotions, resisting the urge to cry. Instead, he tore through the kitchen, searching for something...an extra set of keys, alcohol…
Something. Anything.
He stumbled backwards, eyes darting around the room, unable to focus. He had to find Noah….or something else to drink. He was starting to sober up a little. Yes….a drink…then Noah.
Luke went back to the door, this time slamming it open and disappearing into the night.
*
“Thanks for picking me up.” Luke said to Brian, proud that he only slurred his words just a little. He really was starting to sober up.
That could not happen.
He liked the way the alcohol numbed him. The way it burned and lit him on fire. Everything was better when he was drinking. It hurt less. He cared less.
“I couldn't just let you walk around in the dark.” Brian pointed out. Luke didn't like Brian very much, but he wasn't about to complain about a ride. “You're obviously in no condition to be out by yourself.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” His head wouldn't stay still. He tried to keep his eyes focused on Brian.
“I'm taking you home.”
“No!” Luke exclaimed. At home there was no beer (he'd drank the last one the day before), and no Noah.
He couldn't go home.
No one could see him like this.
“Luke, you need to go home and sleep it off.” Brian put his arm on the back of the passenger's seat, his fingertips near enough to the back of Luke's neck that he could almost feel them. Luke moved his head, uncomfortable.
“No, no.” Luke refused. “Can't go home. They'll see.”
“Your parents?” Luke nodded and regretted it. The world spun.
“Can't let them...see me.” He managed. “I can get room at Lakeview.” Luke muttered.
“You want me to take you to the Lakeview?”
“Yes.” Brian gave him a long look, and Luke didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to be somewhere else. Brian was making his skin crawl.
God, he needed another drink.
*
Luke let Brian check him into the hotel, eyes wandering around the lobby. It was pretty quiet, and he hoped against hope that his mother did not find out he'd spent the night here. Brian approached him with the key, handing it to him. Luke dropped it, the plastic slipping through his fingers.
He bent down to pick it up, his eyes drifting up to Brian's face as he rose, the key clenched in his trembling hands.
Brian was looking at him again.
Luke swallowed. What was this guy's deal?
“We should...get you upstairs.” Brian suggested, sounding funny. “Before someone sees you.”
Luke was about to reply, when a man brushed past him, nearly knocking him over on his unsteady feet.
“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but his complaint was drowned out by the man himself, as he belittled one of the hotel worker's.
“And when you're finished removing your head from your ass long enough to fill the requests I've made if I am ever to sleep in that bed tonight, let me know.” He turned around, his overnight bag clenched in one fist. “I'll be at the bar.”
Luke watched the man walk away, his mouth dropping open. It wasn't that he was gorgeous, because he was. He was just a smidge shorter than Luke, amazing blue eyes and auburn - no - blond hair. It was the way he talked that had caught Luke's attention - the devil may care attitude drawing him in like a fly to a picnic. He'd almost forgotten Brian was there, until he felt Brian's hand on his arm.
“Luke, really…” Brian looked nervous now. “We should get you upstairs.”
“You know what, Brian?” Luke snapped, unable to take his eyes off the entry way to the bar area. “I can take care of myself.”
“You can barely stand.” Brian tightened his grip. Luke wrenched his arm out of Brian's grasp, nearly falling over.
“I'm fine.” Luke insisted, fighting the urge to vomit. Nausea was starting in his stomach, and he didn't want to deal with that at the moment. He wanted another drink, and to maybe stare at that guy again. The guy with the color changing hair. “Just go. I'm all checked in. You've done your good deed for the day.”
“Luke...”
“Just leave me the fuck alone, Brian.” Luke snapped, before turning and walking away as fast as he could manage. He headed towards the side entrance to the bar area, hoping that Brian would not follow him. A glance behind him indicated that Brian had either stayed put or left.
Luke licked his lips. He could practically taste the vodka; could feel the smooth liquid flowing down his throat.
Anything was better than what he was feeling right now.
*
It took nearly ten minutes for the bartender to walk away to serve drinks to a noisy table in the corner.
Ten long fucking minutes. Luke didn't see that guy anywhere and that was kind of a let down, as it would have given him a distraction while he waited.
It was now or never. The bartender - whatever the fuck his name, he knew it at one time - would never serve him. He moved quickly and quietly towards the bar, the bartender - what was his name? - having helpfully left an almost full bottle of vodka right on the edge. Another quick glance around. No one was watching.
His hand reached out, wrapped around the neck of the bottle. He picked it up in one smooth motion, sticking it inside the sweater he was wearing. He lifted his foot to take a step, when a familiar voice stopped him.
“I saw that.”
Luke turned around slowly. It was him. The gorgeous guy with the “I don't give a fuck” attitude. Luke's mouth went dry.