Save Me (26/?)
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/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 1l7/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25
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).
Reid picked up his phone and touched the screen. The phone lit up and he scrolled to his recently missed calls, pulling up Luke’s number.
His thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating.
He’d told Luke it was over. Making this call…it would change things.
Reid would have to…to admit that he cared. Admit that Luke, the little brat, had gotten under his skin, broken down through the walls he put up to keep people out, and wormed his way inside.
He didn’t know what to do.
Caring about anyone was a novelty to Reid. Sure, he’d had a relationship or two when he was younger (a lot younger), but they never worked out, and he’d found that one night stands were much better suited to his needs.
But the condition that Brian was in when he left with Luke - there was no telling what he might try. Maybe Reid was overreacting; maybe there was nothing to worry about.
Or maybe he should just stop acting like a fourteen year old girl and call the kid to make sure he was okay.
He pushed the button, putting the phone up to his ear. Reid could barely hear the ringing over the music from the bar, and he glanced over where Luke’s father and the other party guests were.
Of course they weren’t concerned that Luke had left with Brian.
So fucking clueless.
Reid ducked outside, as the phone clicked and Luke’s voice mail picked up.
“You’ve reached Luke. You know what to do.”
Reid disconnected the call.
“Fuck.” He swore.
He hoped that Luke was okay.
*
Luke glanced at his ringing phone, surprised that anyone would be calling him. He was stopped at a red light, startled to see Reid’s number on the caller id. He almost answered it.
At the last second, he let it go to voicemail.
Let him see how he likes it.
Brian was slurring along with some random song on the radio, and it would have been funny if it had been anyone else. Luke slid the phone back in his pocket and hit the gas as the light turned green.
*
Reid paced around his cottage, unable to sit still. The fingers on his left hand drummed against his thigh. There were too many fucking memories of Luke here.
It was not helping his panic.
It was completely irrational.
Luke had been alone with Brian more times than Reid was probably aware of in the last few months and Brian hadn’t really done anything.
Reid didn’t know what was giving him such a bad feeling about tonight.
Maybe it was because Brian was drunk.
He picked up his phone, and dialed Luke’s number again.
*
Luke’s phone vibrated inside his coat pocket on the couch, but Luke barely gave it a glance, trying to pour a glass of water for Brian. He was barely able to stand, and Luke knew the feeling too well.
It was ironic that their relationship had come to this - Luke taking care of Brian while he was drunk instead of the other way around.
“Here.” Luke said, holding out the glass. Brian tried to take it from him and it spilled, water soaking both of their clothes. “You’re a mess.” He sighed, grabbing a napkin and wiping Brian’s shirt as best he could. Brian grabbed his hand and Luke froze, meeting the older man’s gaze.
Luke knew that look.
“You don’t want to do this, Brian.” He tried to tug his hand away, but Brian held fast.
“I think I do.” Brian slurred, his voice quiet. Luke took a step back, Brian still clinging to his hand, unable to go any further.
“Brian, please.” Luke could feel his heart beating in his chest, panic spreading through his insides with every beat.
This can not be happening.
Brian leaned forward and Luke pulled on his arm again.
“Brian, stop.” But Brian kept coming, his mouth closer and closer, and Luke didn’t know what to do.
The front door opened, and Brian abruptly let go of Luke’s hand, Luke taking a giant step back. He clutched the napkin in his fist, his pulse racing. He tried to keep the guilt off his face as his parents came inside, stopping when they saw them standing there.
*
One more call.
One more and he would give up. Luke would be on his own.
Reid dialed a third time, his fingers tapping again as the phone rang and he hoped that Luke would answer.
*
“What do you want, Reid?” Luke snapped into the phone, seeing that Reid was calling, again.
“Nothing, I…”
“You called me three times, but you don’t want anything?”
“No, I…”
“Look, if you want someone to come scratch that itch for you, it’s not going to be me. Not anymore. You made it perfectly clear that we’re done.”
“I just - I wanted to make sure you made it home okay. With Brian.”
“What?” Luke knew Red could hear the shock in his voice.
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I made it home okay.”
“Good.”
The sound of the dial tone met Luke’s ear, and he lowered the phone, staring at it.
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Clips for this chapter (the bachelor part and the aftermath - which is the next chapter!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqy4QOgHVjs and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxiQNaRqWkQ&feature=related
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/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 1l7/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25
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).
Reid picked up his phone and touched the screen. The phone lit up and he scrolled to his recently missed calls, pulling up Luke’s number.
His thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating.
He’d told Luke it was over. Making this call…it would change things.
Reid would have to…to admit that he cared. Admit that Luke, the little brat, had gotten under his skin, broken down through the walls he put up to keep people out, and wormed his way inside.
He didn’t know what to do.
Caring about anyone was a novelty to Reid. Sure, he’d had a relationship or two when he was younger (a lot younger), but they never worked out, and he’d found that one night stands were much better suited to his needs.
But the condition that Brian was in when he left with Luke - there was no telling what he might try. Maybe Reid was overreacting; maybe there was nothing to worry about.
Or maybe he should just stop acting like a fourteen year old girl and call the kid to make sure he was okay.
He pushed the button, putting the phone up to his ear. Reid could barely hear the ringing over the music from the bar, and he glanced over where Luke’s father and the other party guests were.
Of course they weren’t concerned that Luke had left with Brian.
So fucking clueless.
Reid ducked outside, as the phone clicked and Luke’s voice mail picked up.
“You’ve reached Luke. You know what to do.”
Reid disconnected the call.
“Fuck.” He swore.
He hoped that Luke was okay.
*
Luke glanced at his ringing phone, surprised that anyone would be calling him. He was stopped at a red light, startled to see Reid’s number on the caller id. He almost answered it.
At the last second, he let it go to voicemail.
Let him see how he likes it.
Brian was slurring along with some random song on the radio, and it would have been funny if it had been anyone else. Luke slid the phone back in his pocket and hit the gas as the light turned green.
*
Reid paced around his cottage, unable to sit still. The fingers on his left hand drummed against his thigh. There were too many fucking memories of Luke here.
It was not helping his panic.
It was completely irrational.
Luke had been alone with Brian more times than Reid was probably aware of in the last few months and Brian hadn’t really done anything.
Reid didn’t know what was giving him such a bad feeling about tonight.
Maybe it was because Brian was drunk.
He picked up his phone, and dialed Luke’s number again.
*
Luke’s phone vibrated inside his coat pocket on the couch, but Luke barely gave it a glance, trying to pour a glass of water for Brian. He was barely able to stand, and Luke knew the feeling too well.
It was ironic that their relationship had come to this - Luke taking care of Brian while he was drunk instead of the other way around.
“Here.” Luke said, holding out the glass. Brian tried to take it from him and it spilled, water soaking both of their clothes. “You’re a mess.” He sighed, grabbing a napkin and wiping Brian’s shirt as best he could. Brian grabbed his hand and Luke froze, meeting the older man’s gaze.
Luke knew that look.
“You don’t want to do this, Brian.” He tried to tug his hand away, but Brian held fast.
“I think I do.” Brian slurred, his voice quiet. Luke took a step back, Brian still clinging to his hand, unable to go any further.
“Brian, please.” Luke could feel his heart beating in his chest, panic spreading through his insides with every beat.
This can not be happening.
Brian leaned forward and Luke pulled on his arm again.
“Brian, stop.” But Brian kept coming, his mouth closer and closer, and Luke didn’t know what to do.
The front door opened, and Brian abruptly let go of Luke’s hand, Luke taking a giant step back. He clutched the napkin in his fist, his pulse racing. He tried to keep the guilt off his face as his parents came inside, stopping when they saw them standing there.
*
One more call.
One more and he would give up. Luke would be on his own.
Reid dialed a third time, his fingers tapping again as the phone rang and he hoped that Luke would answer.
*
“What do you want, Reid?” Luke snapped into the phone, seeing that Reid was calling, again.
“Nothing, I…”
“You called me three times, but you don’t want anything?”
“No, I…”
“Look, if you want someone to come scratch that itch for you, it’s not going to be me. Not anymore. You made it perfectly clear that we’re done.”
“I just - I wanted to make sure you made it home okay. With Brian.”
“What?” Luke knew Red could hear the shock in his voice.
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I made it home okay.”
“Good.”
The sound of the dial tone met Luke’s ear, and he lowered the phone, staring at it.
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Clips for this chapter (the bachelor part and the aftermath - which is the next chapter!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqy4QOgHVjs and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxiQNaRqWkQ&feature=related