Fic: Save Me (45/?)
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/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41/ 42/ 43/ 44
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).
Posting early tonight as I am going to a pre-event party for my plans this weekend. I'm double posting tonight (but there will be no post tomorrow as I will have no computer access). I may or may not post on Sunday when I get home, but if I don't, you will get a double post on Monday!
How’s Luke doing?” Reid turned around at the sound of Bob’s voice.
“Is there no privacy in this town?” Reid replied, shutting his locker and slipping his stethoscope over his head.
“None whatsoever.” Bob told him with a smile.
“He’s fine.” Reid answered. “Can I go now? I have patients waiting.”
“One day, Dr. Oliver, you’ll figure out that there’s more to life than work.”
“Sure I will.” He left the locker room, shaking his head.
Day 4
Reid thought the toothbrush was a fluke, the first two times he came home from work and found it facing the wrong way.
He even mentioned something to Luke about it, but the blond had shrugged and ignored him.
And then he’d opened his sock drawer this morning.
Everyone single one of his carefully rolled socks, matched up with it’s mate, were now haphazardly scattered through out the drawer.
That’s when he realized what was going on.
Luke was exacting his revenge and trying to drive him crazy at the same time.
“Speaking of crazy.” Reid muttered under his breath as he pushed open the door to Paul Ryan’s hospital room.
*
Reid spent the rest of the night reorganizing his sock drawer, trying to talk himself out of some form of payback.
Luke was acting out. It was to be expected. He wasn’t happy that his lover had turned into his jailer, and Reid couldn’t blame him for that.
If that meant he had to hunt for matching socks and continually re-face his toothbrush to the left, he would do it.
Because it was Luke.
And damn if Reid didn’t love the little shit.
*
Luke was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He could hear Reid rummaging around in the dresser drawers and licked his lips in anticipation.
He supposed he was spoiling for a fight.
Reid was the perfect person to fight with, because he fought back.
Unlike Noah, who ran away.
Luke shook his head. It didn’t seem fair to compare Noah and Reid. Reid was older, more experienced, more…everything.
And yet, Luke couldn’t help but wonder that if Noah was just a little bit more like Reid, if they’d still be together.
If Noah had just supported him, told a little white lie, been on his fucking side for once, then maybe Luke wouldn’t have had to go looking elsewhere.
He didn’t like to think badly of Noah. He still cared about the brunette, and he always would. Luke was just starting to wonder, if they loved each other so much, how things had gotten so messed up between them.
Reid shut the drawer in the bedroom, and Luke bit his lip, wondering what Reid’s reaction would be when he came out.
“Pizza?”
“What?” Luke asked, startled.
“Dinner. Pizza okay?” Reid said. His blue eyes were calm, his expression neutral.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Luke stuttered, surprised.
Where was the anger?
Luke sighed. He couldn’t even pick a fight right these days.
*
Going to bed every night was a delicious torment.
They were sharing the bed.
Reid had thought when Luke moved in, that he’d be able to handle it. It made sense, he’d told Luke, for them both to sleep in the bed. The couch was too uncomfortable for long term sleeping, as was the floor.
And it’s not as if they didn’t know each intimately.
That was the problem.
Reid’s own rule was torturing him.
No sex.
Reid was usually the first to go to bed. More often than not, he had to get up early for appointments. Luke would come to bed a little later, keeping to his side as much as he could. Reid wasn’t sure if Luke intended to wake him up when he came in, but he always did. Reid didn’t let him know, feigning sleep until Luke was out.
It was only then that Reid let himself break the rules a little. He would scoot close to Luke, spoon up behind him, and wrap an arm around his waist. He would fall asleep with Luke’s hair tickling his face.
Day 7
Reid did his customary sweep around the bathroom as he stood there in his towel, running a second towel over his hair to dry it a little. Every morning there was something, and Reid could tell his lack of reaction was getting to Luke.
The blond was clearly spoiling for a fight, and Reid was determined not to give in.
Fix the toothbrush. Check.
Refold the hand towels. Check.
He sighed.
That morning he left his wet towel on Luke’s side of the bed.
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/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41/ 42/ 43/ 44
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).
Posting early tonight as I am going to a pre-event party for my plans this weekend. I'm double posting tonight (but there will be no post tomorrow as I will have no computer access). I may or may not post on Sunday when I get home, but if I don't, you will get a double post on Monday!
How’s Luke doing?” Reid turned around at the sound of Bob’s voice.
“Is there no privacy in this town?” Reid replied, shutting his locker and slipping his stethoscope over his head.
“None whatsoever.” Bob told him with a smile.
“He’s fine.” Reid answered. “Can I go now? I have patients waiting.”
“One day, Dr. Oliver, you’ll figure out that there’s more to life than work.”
“Sure I will.” He left the locker room, shaking his head.
Day 4
Reid thought the toothbrush was a fluke, the first two times he came home from work and found it facing the wrong way.
He even mentioned something to Luke about it, but the blond had shrugged and ignored him.
And then he’d opened his sock drawer this morning.
Everyone single one of his carefully rolled socks, matched up with it’s mate, were now haphazardly scattered through out the drawer.
That’s when he realized what was going on.
Luke was exacting his revenge and trying to drive him crazy at the same time.
“Speaking of crazy.” Reid muttered under his breath as he pushed open the door to Paul Ryan’s hospital room.
*
Reid spent the rest of the night reorganizing his sock drawer, trying to talk himself out of some form of payback.
Luke was acting out. It was to be expected. He wasn’t happy that his lover had turned into his jailer, and Reid couldn’t blame him for that.
If that meant he had to hunt for matching socks and continually re-face his toothbrush to the left, he would do it.
Because it was Luke.
And damn if Reid didn’t love the little shit.
*
Luke was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He could hear Reid rummaging around in the dresser drawers and licked his lips in anticipation.
He supposed he was spoiling for a fight.
Reid was the perfect person to fight with, because he fought back.
Unlike Noah, who ran away.
Luke shook his head. It didn’t seem fair to compare Noah and Reid. Reid was older, more experienced, more…everything.
And yet, Luke couldn’t help but wonder that if Noah was just a little bit more like Reid, if they’d still be together.
If Noah had just supported him, told a little white lie, been on his fucking side for once, then maybe Luke wouldn’t have had to go looking elsewhere.
He didn’t like to think badly of Noah. He still cared about the brunette, and he always would. Luke was just starting to wonder, if they loved each other so much, how things had gotten so messed up between them.
Reid shut the drawer in the bedroom, and Luke bit his lip, wondering what Reid’s reaction would be when he came out.
“Pizza?”
“What?” Luke asked, startled.
“Dinner. Pizza okay?” Reid said. His blue eyes were calm, his expression neutral.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Luke stuttered, surprised.
Where was the anger?
Luke sighed. He couldn’t even pick a fight right these days.
*
Going to bed every night was a delicious torment.
They were sharing the bed.
Reid had thought when Luke moved in, that he’d be able to handle it. It made sense, he’d told Luke, for them both to sleep in the bed. The couch was too uncomfortable for long term sleeping, as was the floor.
And it’s not as if they didn’t know each intimately.
That was the problem.
Reid’s own rule was torturing him.
No sex.
Reid was usually the first to go to bed. More often than not, he had to get up early for appointments. Luke would come to bed a little later, keeping to his side as much as he could. Reid wasn’t sure if Luke intended to wake him up when he came in, but he always did. Reid didn’t let him know, feigning sleep until Luke was out.
It was only then that Reid let himself break the rules a little. He would scoot close to Luke, spoon up behind him, and wrap an arm around his waist. He would fall asleep with Luke’s hair tickling his face.
Day 7
Reid did his customary sweep around the bathroom as he stood there in his towel, running a second towel over his hair to dry it a little. Every morning there was something, and Reid could tell his lack of reaction was getting to Luke.
The blond was clearly spoiling for a fight, and Reid was determined not to give in.
Fix the toothbrush. Check.
Refold the hand towels. Check.
He sighed.
That morning he left his wet towel on Luke’s side of the bed.