Fic: Save Me (14/?)
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 grip of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12
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. :)
Basically, I'm hijacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? If you visit Dusty's Wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
stl29tide, Alabama shout out just for you! (and ESS, hee!)
“Luke?” Reid said into the phone. A giggle met his ears.
“I thought no one had this number but me and the hospital.” Luke teased, his voice thick and slightly slurred sounding.
“Are you drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” Another giggle.
“For someone who’s underage, you sure do drink a lot.”
“If I wanted a lecture, I’d talk to my father.”
“Noted.” Reid lowered his voice. “You said something about changing your mind?”
“Mmhmm.” Luke answered, and Reid could hear fabric rustling.
“Luke, what are you doing?” Reid set his stuff down on the couch.
“Taking my shirt off.”
“Why?” A slow smile formed on Reid’s lips. Luke was something else.
“I was serious about that phone sex thing.”
“Were you now?” Reid’s tone was playful, flirty.
“Yep.” Luke replied softly.
“So what are you wearing then?” Reid went into his bedroom, shutting the French doors. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. He unfastened his pants with one hand, shoving them to floor along with his underwear and lying down on the bed.
“In a second, nothing.” Luke answered.
Well, fuck.
Reid made a sound in the back of his throat and Luke laughed. His cock, already warming up to the idea, was now rock hard. Luke let out a breathy moan, and Reid shivered.
“Same here.” Reid replied. “What are you doing?”
“Touching myself.” Luke whispered.
“I gathered that.” Reid replied, smiling again. “Tell me how.” There was silence on the other end. “If you can’t say the words, Luke, you shouldn’t be doing it.”
“I - I’m touching my cock.” Luke mumbled in a rush. “I wish it was you touching me.”
“You like it when I touch you?”
“Y-yes.” Luke’s voice shook. “That night, in the stairwell…” He gasped. Reid slid his hand down to his own cock and began to stroke slowly.
“What about it?” Reid managed.
“No one had ever touched me like that.”
“Not even…” Reid trailed off. Sure, Luke had been a virgin…but completely inexperienced?
“No.” Luke spoke quietly.
“Good thing you had me to show you how it’s done.” Reid finally replied. Luke chuckled softly, and the sound went straight to Reid’s groin.
“You really are arrogant, aren’t you?”
“Is it arrogance if it’s true?”
“Is it a bad thing that just hearing your voice turns me on?”
“Fuck, no.” Luke moaned.
“Every time you say the word ‘fuck’, I think about you inside me.” Reid groaned, stroking himself faster. His groan seemed to set off something in Luke, because his breathing sped up, and he was gasping into the phone.
“Fuck.” Reid said it again, his hips jerking as he stroked himself even faster, if possible.
“I felt you for days after.” Luke breathed, his voice sounding higher, his tone urgent.
“The next time we fuck, you’ll feel it for a week.” Reid promised. Luke whimpered. “Is that what you want?”
“Reid.” It was a plea, and it nearly pushed Reid over the edge.
“Are you gonna come, Luke?” Luke made an unintelligible noise in reply. Reid could feel his own orgasm building, and the sounds that Luke was making in his ear were driving him closer to release. “Fuck.” Reid groaned again, and that was all it took for Luke. He made a soft cry into the phone as he came. Reid followed a moment later, and then the both of them lay there for a moment.
“Reid?” Luke found his voice first.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m glad it was you.” Luke’s voice was so quiet Reid wasn’t sure he heard him.
“What?”
“That night in the stairwell.” Luke repeated. “I’m glad it was you.”
A soft click met his ear.
Luke had hung up.
He dropped the phone onto the bedspread before getting up. Reid cleaned himself up, put on a pair of pajama bottoms, and set about making dinner.
He ate, watching a replay of the Alabama University football game on some nameless sport channel, and tried very hard not think about what Luke had said.
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 grip of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12
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. :)
Basically, I'm hijacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? If you visit Dusty's Wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
stl29tide, Alabama shout out just for you! (and ESS, hee!)
“Luke?” Reid said into the phone. A giggle met his ears.
“I thought no one had this number but me and the hospital.” Luke teased, his voice thick and slightly slurred sounding.
“Are you drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” Another giggle.
“For someone who’s underage, you sure do drink a lot.”
“If I wanted a lecture, I’d talk to my father.”
“Noted.” Reid lowered his voice. “You said something about changing your mind?”
“Mmhmm.” Luke answered, and Reid could hear fabric rustling.
“Luke, what are you doing?” Reid set his stuff down on the couch.
“Taking my shirt off.”
“Why?” A slow smile formed on Reid’s lips. Luke was something else.
“I was serious about that phone sex thing.”
“Were you now?” Reid’s tone was playful, flirty.
“Yep.” Luke replied softly.
“So what are you wearing then?” Reid went into his bedroom, shutting the French doors. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. He unfastened his pants with one hand, shoving them to floor along with his underwear and lying down on the bed.
“In a second, nothing.” Luke answered.
Well, fuck.
Reid made a sound in the back of his throat and Luke laughed. His cock, already warming up to the idea, was now rock hard. Luke let out a breathy moan, and Reid shivered.
“Same here.” Reid replied. “What are you doing?”
“Touching myself.” Luke whispered.
“I gathered that.” Reid replied, smiling again. “Tell me how.” There was silence on the other end. “If you can’t say the words, Luke, you shouldn’t be doing it.”
“I - I’m touching my cock.” Luke mumbled in a rush. “I wish it was you touching me.”
“You like it when I touch you?”
“Y-yes.” Luke’s voice shook. “That night, in the stairwell…” He gasped. Reid slid his hand down to his own cock and began to stroke slowly.
“What about it?” Reid managed.
“No one had ever touched me like that.”
“Not even…” Reid trailed off. Sure, Luke had been a virgin…but completely inexperienced?
“No.” Luke spoke quietly.
“Good thing you had me to show you how it’s done.” Reid finally replied. Luke chuckled softly, and the sound went straight to Reid’s groin.
“You really are arrogant, aren’t you?”
“Is it arrogance if it’s true?”
“Is it a bad thing that just hearing your voice turns me on?”
“Fuck, no.” Luke moaned.
“Every time you say the word ‘fuck’, I think about you inside me.” Reid groaned, stroking himself faster. His groan seemed to set off something in Luke, because his breathing sped up, and he was gasping into the phone.
“Fuck.” Reid said it again, his hips jerking as he stroked himself even faster, if possible.
“I felt you for days after.” Luke breathed, his voice sounding higher, his tone urgent.
“The next time we fuck, you’ll feel it for a week.” Reid promised. Luke whimpered. “Is that what you want?”
“Reid.” It was a plea, and it nearly pushed Reid over the edge.
“Are you gonna come, Luke?” Luke made an unintelligible noise in reply. Reid could feel his own orgasm building, and the sounds that Luke was making in his ear were driving him closer to release. “Fuck.” Reid groaned again, and that was all it took for Luke. He made a soft cry into the phone as he came. Reid followed a moment later, and then the both of them lay there for a moment.
“Reid?” Luke found his voice first.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m glad it was you.” Luke’s voice was so quiet Reid wasn’t sure he heard him.
“What?”
“That night in the stairwell.” Luke repeated. “I’m glad it was you.”
A soft click met his ear.
Luke had hung up.
He dropped the phone onto the bedspread before getting up. Reid cleaned himself up, put on a pair of pajama bottoms, and set about making dinner.
He ate, watching a replay of the Alabama University football game on some nameless sport channel, and tried very hard not think about what Luke had said.