Fic: Coming Home 34/?
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.
Thank you Slayerkitty for being my beta!!!
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/
Chapter 34
Luke woke in the middle of the night. Reid’s here. How did I sleep through his arrival? He’d tried to stay awake; he’d missed him so much. He was here now, sound asleep, curled up behind him, an arm around Luke’s waist, breathing softly. Luke’s heart swelled, and he almost cried from joy. Luke had these moments where his heart was literally on his sleeve, bursting from his chest - sometimes it would be a full moon, or a beautiful child, or a song that would take his breath away - and he would fall in love with the moon, or the child, or the song.
Here, now, he knew that he loved this man; and it terrified him. Why did it scare him? Luke had loved many people in his life; Luke’s heart was like that, so ready to love - big love and small love - but always real. But it was the intensity of this that scared him.
He turned to face Reid, careful not to wake him, and watched him in the near-darkness. Eyes traveled over his sleeping face in wonder, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He was beautiful, that was true; Luke had a hard time resisting him. But it was more than that; Luke couldn’t name it, define it. He snuck an arm under Reid’s neck and curled his other arm around Reid’s waist, facing him, and he watched him for quite a while before drifting back to sleep.
Who knows how much later, the sun coming in through the window, Luke feeling well rested, he woke to Reid’s lips on his neck, trailing wet, soft kisses from his ear to his throat and over to his other ear. He hummed, wrapping both arms around Reid’s neck, eyes still closed. “You’re here.” He said softly.
“You’re here.” Reid said.
“I am,” Luke smiled into Reid’s hair.
“You’re here in my room.” He pulled Luke close, breathing him in. “You’re here in my bed.” He kissed his neck some more. “In my arms.” He held him tight.
Luke sighed, bringing his hands to Reid’s hair and threading his fingers into his curls. “Reid…Reid...” he said softly. Reid continued to kiss his neck and throat. Luke remembered waking in the night and knowing that he loved Reid, and how that knowledge had terrified him. He thought about telling Reid right now, but the only words he could manage to produce were “oh, Reid…mmm…” and “that feels good…I missed you…”
“God, I missed you.” Reid said, his own hands tangling into Luke’s hair, bringing his mouth to his own. Luke’s mouth opened and Reid’s tongue moved in, and Luke began sucking on it. The feelings were intense, as their lips and tongues probed and sucked and opened to each other. Side by side, bodies in full contact, Reid began to press his hips into Luke, his hands never leaving Luke’s face. Luke’s head fell back slightly, gasping at the feeling of Reid’s hard cock against him, before he brought his mouth back to seek Reid’s lips and tongue, sucking it into his own mouth once more.
“Reid…oh, Reid…” he said, rocking his own hips. “Jesus, I’m not gonna last long…fuck, I’ve been wanting you.”
Reid took Luke’s hand and laid it on his cock, exhaling at the contact, before taking Luke’s in his own, slowly pulling on it. Luke panted softly, leaving just enough space between their faces to meet Reid’s eyes. He wasn’t gonna last long either, Luke could see it written there. And they breathed into each other’s mouths, licking and sucking each other’s lips, gazing into each other’s lust-filled eyes, pulling on each other’s hard, slick cocks, curses and whispers of each other’s names falling off their lips; and when they came, it was hard and fast, falling into an intense kiss, pressing their bodies close together, feeling their mutual shudders and moans and sweet, wet spilling.
As Reid lay holding Luke in his arms, he thought about Stephen’s comment on the phone the night before. “You’ve never been shy about hooking up,” his best friend had said. Reid hadn’t been, and he carried no shame about his sexual past. He’d always been safe, and he’d always treated every person he’d been with with respect. Whether that person had been an acquaintance or someone Reid had just met, he always approached every encounter with the assumption that nobody should ever be asked to do anything they didn’t want to do. And although it was only with Stephen that he would have called it making love, with everyone he’d always been honest and he had no regrets.
But something was so different with Luke. With some men there had been intense physical attraction, with not a lot of emotional attraction. And he’d had friends he cared about but for whom he’d shared no desire. With Stephen, there had been both; the emotional bond was strongest, but there had also been enough sexual attraction to make Reid wonder if he was the one, since he’d never found both with any other man before. Ultimately, Reid’s head and heart told him that Stephen was not meant to be his “love” - even though he loved him deeply. However, deciding not to be lovers anymore had not been an easy decision for them.
But, what was it about Luke? Seeing his young lover lying beside him this morning had awoken such desire, but it was a desire rooted in…love, there was no other word for it. It was like, for the first time, the emotional and sexual were woven so closely together that you couldn’t tell them apart. The way blue and red make purple; you could see the blue sometimes and the red others, but then there were times when they just blurred together. Like the notes that make up a chord; there were individual notes, and if you concentrate you could hear them, but together they make something new, something totally new. Reid’s heart and mind and body and even his soul - well, I’ll be…I’ve never gone there before - were all involved. His whole being wanted Luke.
He pulled Luke closer and Luke smiled up at him. He ran his free hand through Luke’s hair and Luke closed his eyes, with a contented sigh. Reid watched him, his heart beating wildly, scared again, for a moment, of what this all meant. Luke opened his eyes and his smile caused Reid to exhale with a shaky breath. “What?” Luke asked gently.
Reid smiled and let his breath out again, and ran his hand through Luke’s hair again. “It’s just…” and his eyes moved over Luke… “it’s so good to have you here…you have no idea; I mean, in every way. I love to kiss you and touch you; I love to hear you come; but I also love to talk to you and hear you talk; and I…when I saw you here, in my bed…asleep, last night…it just…” he didn’t know how to put it into words, and Luke pulled him closer, and he exhaled once more. “It’s just so good, having you here.”
Luke sat at the breakfast table, watching Reid wash the dishes, his eyes traveling up the back of Reid’s form. God, he was beautiful.
They’d had breakfast with Katie and Jacob, and at first, Luke had felt a bit like an intruder, with their obvious established domestic rituals. Reid, Katie and Jacob each had their role to play in this routine, complete with some adorable heart-stopping moments between Reid and Jacob. Luke had watched it all, not sure where he belonged, but as soon as Reid had sat down his gaze fell on Luke and he let all his worries and questions go.
The three of them had talked about what was coming up in the next couple of weeks as they’d eaten; how they’d all be at the farm for Thanksgiving dinner. How Reid had a pretty busy schedule from now until then. They talked about Stephen’s arrival the following week and Katie offered to make dinner for the three men while he was here. When Katie left the room with Jacob to get him changed for the day, Reid had taken Luke’s hand, and they’d quietly lamented the lack of contact they’d probably have over the next five days. This had ended with Reid leaning over to kiss Luke, which had quickly turned into a make-out session over the breakfast table, until they’d heard Katie clear her voice.
As it turned out, it had been a very welcome interruption, as Luke got to witness more Reid-with-Jacob, while Katie got herself ready for the day. Reid was totally adorable - and sexy, Luke had thought, his nostrils flaring with an inhale - carrying Jacob around and distracting him from eating Luke’s leftover toast and jam - Katie would have killed him if he’d let Jacob get all sticky after she’d just cleaned him up for the day. She had returned and bundled up her son and, after telling Luke that he was welcome to come by anytime, she and Jacob had waved good-bye and were gone. Reid had then gotten the hot water running and filled the sink with dirty dishes and soapy water, and had begun washing and rinsing them.
Luke had been watching him for several minutes now, amazed at the effect on him at seeing Reid all domestic; he was feeling more and more aroused by the minute. And Reid seemed to sense it now; Luke could tell that he was very aware of his eyes on him. Something about the way he suddenly stood so still, the way his head fell slightly forward, as if he was feeling for Luke’s presence. Luke’s mouth dropped open, his desire for Reid intensified by the knowledge that Reid desired him just as strongly.
Slowly he stood and walked towards the sink, noticing how Reid seemed to become even more still. He stepped up right behind him, his chest touching Reid’s back, his hardening cock nestled against Reid’s ass, and Reid let out a shaky breath. “Reid…Reid…” he said. “Will I ever get enough of you?” Reid inhaled sharply, and Luke laid soft kisses along the back of his neck, and his tongue twirled into the curls at the nape of his neck. Reid stood frozen, his head turned to the side, feeling Luke’s mouth on him - he breathed, just letting Luke touch him with his mouth. Luke’s hands came to his hips, pulling him slightly back until they were pressed against each other, and Reid’s head fell to Luke’s shoulder, Luke taking advantage of the openness of Reid’s neck to lean forward and latch onto it.
He sucked and licked at Reid’s neck for several delicious minutes - his hands running up and down his sides - listening to Reid’s breathing turn into a panting, and then his hands landed on Reid’s ass, cupping his cheeks. Going down onto his knees, his hands and eyes held Reid’s orbs; he mouthed the cheeks through the fabric of his soft, loose pants, biting them, spreading them apart with his hands. Returning from his knees he pressed against him, thrusting his cock against Reid’s ass, slipping his hand inside the waistband of his pants and boxers, feeling the flesh in his hands. Removing his hands, and wrapping his arms around Reid’s waist, he whispered into his ear, “I love your ass, Reid.”
Reid suddenly turned around and pulled Luke hard against him, their cocks pressed together side by side between their close bodies. He gazed hard, intensely back at Luke, air coming out through his nostrils like a charging bull. And just like every time - it seemed - that look in Reid’s eyes was Luke’s undoing. He could feel his legs turning slowly to jelly, he could feel the word yes ready to fall off his lips. And all his other words were gone, all words besides yes. Reid’s gaze lost the briefest bit of intensity and slowly, lovingly traveled over Luke’s face, with an amazed and awed look and a small, small smile.
This gave Luke the strength to pull back and lead Reid to his bedroom, Reid stopping twice along the short journey to press Luke up against the wall and kiss him, running his hands along Luke’s sides, whispering his name. By the time they got to the bedroom, their shirts had been removed and they’d begun working on their pants, stopping at the edge of the bed to help each other remove them fully. Finally naked, they lay down, feeling the skin of the other under their hands and mouth, against their own skin. Side by side, their hands wandered as their mouths drank each other in.
Luke rolled on top of Reid, capturing his lips, and pressing him into the mattress. “God, Reid. It’s a good thing we don’t live in the same house.” He panted down at him, Reid looking confused for a moment, but not wanting to take the time to figure out what Luke was talking about. “We’d never get anything done. We’d always be touching each other…” he kissed Reid hard… “…kissing each other…” his tongue found Reid’s nipple and licked it… “…licking…sucking…tasting each other…”
“Jesus, Luke.” Reid moaned out. Hearing Luke talk like this was such a turn-on. He flipped them over, so he was on top, pinning Luke’s hands to the mattress over his head, his face inches from Luke’s; and looking heatedly into Luke’s eyes, he whispered, “Fucking each other…”
Luke’s mouth fell open with a quiet gasp. And that yes finally fell off his lips.
And Reid kissed him soft and wet and deep, quickly trailing a line of kisses over his nipples and down his belly to his cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking it, feeling Luke push up into his mouth; letting go, he traveled on to his balls, and caressed them in the warm cavern of his mouth, before quickly moving on to his beautiful pucker, licking and entering him. He continued to fuck Luke with his tongue, his hands on his hips pulling him close to his mouth, hearing Luke moaning his name.
He stopped and looked up at Luke, whose mouth was open and panting. “Luke…” When Luke’s glazed eyes made contact with his, Reid continued. “Do you want me inside you?” Luke nodded his head, eyes shining back at Reid with love and gratitude and desire. He nodded his head once more. “Pull your knees up Luke…feet flat on the bed.” He did as he was told.
Reid reached for the lube and poured some on his hands, warming it before inserting a finger inside Luke, going back to add his tongue. He kept his finger inside while thrusting his tongue in and out. “Reid…Reid…” He added a second finger and gently brushed his prostate. “God…” Luke sang. His tongue continuing to lick along the edges of Luke’s hole, he added a third and steadily thrust them in, occasionally finding that same spot, Luke continuing his beautiful song…a song about Reid, and God, and fuck yes…
And then Reid climbed up Luke’s body, wrapping Luke’s legs around his waist, and he kissed him. “Luke, you’re so beautiful.” And Luke rocked his hips up towards Reid, moaning his name some more. And Reid quickly opened and rolled on a condom, adding more lube, and slowly entered him, little by little, inch by inch…going in a little farther and pulling out just a bit, until he was all the way inside Luke…and then he stopped, just rocking the smallest amount. Slowly he began to move, his eyes on Luke’s face, watching his mouth, open in surprised pleasure at every thrust, especially when Reid would brush against his prostate; then his eyes would fly open and meet Reid’s, so amazed at the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, and those eyes would beg Reid to do that again, to find that spot, and he would. He couldn’t say no to Luke.
After a while, the eyes said that it was too much, too much pleasure, that he would burst if he felt any more; and there were tears at the corners of his eyes, tears of joy; tears that said I don’t know if I deserve this much love…and happiness… can I handle it? And Reid’s eyes said I’ve got you, Luke… this is just the beginning. And the tears spilled over. And Reid leaned forward to catch them with his lips, and he kissed Luke’s eyes and cheeks and mouth. And then he began to thrust steadily into Luke, steady and deep, Luke’s hands falling to the bed and holding onto the sheets, each thrust an exhale from Reid, each thrust an inhale for Luke; Luke threw his head back and reached his hands up again to grab at Reid’s head and hold him, pulling himself forward to kiss Reid, thrusting his own hips up to meet Reid’s; and Reid’s pace got faster, and they panted into each other’s mouths, finally, finally spilling over the edge, lips brushing each other’s, their warm, sweaty bodies shuddering and collapsing together.
Luke felt so free; free to be able to express his desire, not censor it, to let it flow, where and when and how it would. He had a giddy smile on his face, and felt like he could fly if he wanted to. He was panting, and Reid could hear the happiness in his breath. He held Luke’s face with one hand and laughed quietly. “Luke…” he said the name as if it was funny and sweet. “You’re so happy.”
“I am.” Luke breathed. “I am.” And Reid held him close.
Luke lifted himself up on one elbow and looked down at Reid. “I’m me.” He said, and Reid might have laughed if it had been someone else or if it had been a different time, but he knew Luke was deadly serious in his playfulness right now. “I’m me, and I have wants. I have feelings, and thoughts. I have words I want to say. Some are proper and some are totally inappropriate. Some are sweet and some are downright dirty.” Reid looked at him with an admiring smirk. “But they’re mine.” Luke said with confidence. “And I’ll say them, and I’ll feel them. And I won’t apologize for them any more.” And he leaned forward to give Reid a sound kiss, holding his face in his hands and looking deeply into Reid’s eyes, before wrapping his arms tightly around him.
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.
Thank you Slayerkitty for being my beta!!!
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/
Chapter 34
Luke woke in the middle of the night. Reid’s here. How did I sleep through his arrival? He’d tried to stay awake; he’d missed him so much. He was here now, sound asleep, curled up behind him, an arm around Luke’s waist, breathing softly. Luke’s heart swelled, and he almost cried from joy. Luke had these moments where his heart was literally on his sleeve, bursting from his chest - sometimes it would be a full moon, or a beautiful child, or a song that would take his breath away - and he would fall in love with the moon, or the child, or the song.
Here, now, he knew that he loved this man; and it terrified him. Why did it scare him? Luke had loved many people in his life; Luke’s heart was like that, so ready to love - big love and small love - but always real. But it was the intensity of this that scared him.
He turned to face Reid, careful not to wake him, and watched him in the near-darkness. Eyes traveled over his sleeping face in wonder, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He was beautiful, that was true; Luke had a hard time resisting him. But it was more than that; Luke couldn’t name it, define it. He snuck an arm under Reid’s neck and curled his other arm around Reid’s waist, facing him, and he watched him for quite a while before drifting back to sleep.
Who knows how much later, the sun coming in through the window, Luke feeling well rested, he woke to Reid’s lips on his neck, trailing wet, soft kisses from his ear to his throat and over to his other ear. He hummed, wrapping both arms around Reid’s neck, eyes still closed. “You’re here.” He said softly.
“You’re here.” Reid said.
“I am,” Luke smiled into Reid’s hair.
“You’re here in my room.” He pulled Luke close, breathing him in. “You’re here in my bed.” He kissed his neck some more. “In my arms.” He held him tight.
Luke sighed, bringing his hands to Reid’s hair and threading his fingers into his curls. “Reid…Reid...” he said softly. Reid continued to kiss his neck and throat. Luke remembered waking in the night and knowing that he loved Reid, and how that knowledge had terrified him. He thought about telling Reid right now, but the only words he could manage to produce were “oh, Reid…mmm…” and “that feels good…I missed you…”
“God, I missed you.” Reid said, his own hands tangling into Luke’s hair, bringing his mouth to his own. Luke’s mouth opened and Reid’s tongue moved in, and Luke began sucking on it. The feelings were intense, as their lips and tongues probed and sucked and opened to each other. Side by side, bodies in full contact, Reid began to press his hips into Luke, his hands never leaving Luke’s face. Luke’s head fell back slightly, gasping at the feeling of Reid’s hard cock against him, before he brought his mouth back to seek Reid’s lips and tongue, sucking it into his own mouth once more.
“Reid…oh, Reid…” he said, rocking his own hips. “Jesus, I’m not gonna last long…fuck, I’ve been wanting you.”
Reid took Luke’s hand and laid it on his cock, exhaling at the contact, before taking Luke’s in his own, slowly pulling on it. Luke panted softly, leaving just enough space between their faces to meet Reid’s eyes. He wasn’t gonna last long either, Luke could see it written there. And they breathed into each other’s mouths, licking and sucking each other’s lips, gazing into each other’s lust-filled eyes, pulling on each other’s hard, slick cocks, curses and whispers of each other’s names falling off their lips; and when they came, it was hard and fast, falling into an intense kiss, pressing their bodies close together, feeling their mutual shudders and moans and sweet, wet spilling.
As Reid lay holding Luke in his arms, he thought about Stephen’s comment on the phone the night before. “You’ve never been shy about hooking up,” his best friend had said. Reid hadn’t been, and he carried no shame about his sexual past. He’d always been safe, and he’d always treated every person he’d been with with respect. Whether that person had been an acquaintance or someone Reid had just met, he always approached every encounter with the assumption that nobody should ever be asked to do anything they didn’t want to do. And although it was only with Stephen that he would have called it making love, with everyone he’d always been honest and he had no regrets.
But something was so different with Luke. With some men there had been intense physical attraction, with not a lot of emotional attraction. And he’d had friends he cared about but for whom he’d shared no desire. With Stephen, there had been both; the emotional bond was strongest, but there had also been enough sexual attraction to make Reid wonder if he was the one, since he’d never found both with any other man before. Ultimately, Reid’s head and heart told him that Stephen was not meant to be his “love” - even though he loved him deeply. However, deciding not to be lovers anymore had not been an easy decision for them.
But, what was it about Luke? Seeing his young lover lying beside him this morning had awoken such desire, but it was a desire rooted in…love, there was no other word for it. It was like, for the first time, the emotional and sexual were woven so closely together that you couldn’t tell them apart. The way blue and red make purple; you could see the blue sometimes and the red others, but then there were times when they just blurred together. Like the notes that make up a chord; there were individual notes, and if you concentrate you could hear them, but together they make something new, something totally new. Reid’s heart and mind and body and even his soul - well, I’ll be…I’ve never gone there before - were all involved. His whole being wanted Luke.
He pulled Luke closer and Luke smiled up at him. He ran his free hand through Luke’s hair and Luke closed his eyes, with a contented sigh. Reid watched him, his heart beating wildly, scared again, for a moment, of what this all meant. Luke opened his eyes and his smile caused Reid to exhale with a shaky breath. “What?” Luke asked gently.
Reid smiled and let his breath out again, and ran his hand through Luke’s hair again. “It’s just…” and his eyes moved over Luke… “it’s so good to have you here…you have no idea; I mean, in every way. I love to kiss you and touch you; I love to hear you come; but I also love to talk to you and hear you talk; and I…when I saw you here, in my bed…asleep, last night…it just…” he didn’t know how to put it into words, and Luke pulled him closer, and he exhaled once more. “It’s just so good, having you here.”
Luke sat at the breakfast table, watching Reid wash the dishes, his eyes traveling up the back of Reid’s form. God, he was beautiful.
They’d had breakfast with Katie and Jacob, and at first, Luke had felt a bit like an intruder, with their obvious established domestic rituals. Reid, Katie and Jacob each had their role to play in this routine, complete with some adorable heart-stopping moments between Reid and Jacob. Luke had watched it all, not sure where he belonged, but as soon as Reid had sat down his gaze fell on Luke and he let all his worries and questions go.
The three of them had talked about what was coming up in the next couple of weeks as they’d eaten; how they’d all be at the farm for Thanksgiving dinner. How Reid had a pretty busy schedule from now until then. They talked about Stephen’s arrival the following week and Katie offered to make dinner for the three men while he was here. When Katie left the room with Jacob to get him changed for the day, Reid had taken Luke’s hand, and they’d quietly lamented the lack of contact they’d probably have over the next five days. This had ended with Reid leaning over to kiss Luke, which had quickly turned into a make-out session over the breakfast table, until they’d heard Katie clear her voice.
As it turned out, it had been a very welcome interruption, as Luke got to witness more Reid-with-Jacob, while Katie got herself ready for the day. Reid was totally adorable - and sexy, Luke had thought, his nostrils flaring with an inhale - carrying Jacob around and distracting him from eating Luke’s leftover toast and jam - Katie would have killed him if he’d let Jacob get all sticky after she’d just cleaned him up for the day. She had returned and bundled up her son and, after telling Luke that he was welcome to come by anytime, she and Jacob had waved good-bye and were gone. Reid had then gotten the hot water running and filled the sink with dirty dishes and soapy water, and had begun washing and rinsing them.
Luke had been watching him for several minutes now, amazed at the effect on him at seeing Reid all domestic; he was feeling more and more aroused by the minute. And Reid seemed to sense it now; Luke could tell that he was very aware of his eyes on him. Something about the way he suddenly stood so still, the way his head fell slightly forward, as if he was feeling for Luke’s presence. Luke’s mouth dropped open, his desire for Reid intensified by the knowledge that Reid desired him just as strongly.
Slowly he stood and walked towards the sink, noticing how Reid seemed to become even more still. He stepped up right behind him, his chest touching Reid’s back, his hardening cock nestled against Reid’s ass, and Reid let out a shaky breath. “Reid…Reid…” he said. “Will I ever get enough of you?” Reid inhaled sharply, and Luke laid soft kisses along the back of his neck, and his tongue twirled into the curls at the nape of his neck. Reid stood frozen, his head turned to the side, feeling Luke’s mouth on him - he breathed, just letting Luke touch him with his mouth. Luke’s hands came to his hips, pulling him slightly back until they were pressed against each other, and Reid’s head fell to Luke’s shoulder, Luke taking advantage of the openness of Reid’s neck to lean forward and latch onto it.
He sucked and licked at Reid’s neck for several delicious minutes - his hands running up and down his sides - listening to Reid’s breathing turn into a panting, and then his hands landed on Reid’s ass, cupping his cheeks. Going down onto his knees, his hands and eyes held Reid’s orbs; he mouthed the cheeks through the fabric of his soft, loose pants, biting them, spreading them apart with his hands. Returning from his knees he pressed against him, thrusting his cock against Reid’s ass, slipping his hand inside the waistband of his pants and boxers, feeling the flesh in his hands. Removing his hands, and wrapping his arms around Reid’s waist, he whispered into his ear, “I love your ass, Reid.”
Reid suddenly turned around and pulled Luke hard against him, their cocks pressed together side by side between their close bodies. He gazed hard, intensely back at Luke, air coming out through his nostrils like a charging bull. And just like every time - it seemed - that look in Reid’s eyes was Luke’s undoing. He could feel his legs turning slowly to jelly, he could feel the word yes ready to fall off his lips. And all his other words were gone, all words besides yes. Reid’s gaze lost the briefest bit of intensity and slowly, lovingly traveled over Luke’s face, with an amazed and awed look and a small, small smile.
This gave Luke the strength to pull back and lead Reid to his bedroom, Reid stopping twice along the short journey to press Luke up against the wall and kiss him, running his hands along Luke’s sides, whispering his name. By the time they got to the bedroom, their shirts had been removed and they’d begun working on their pants, stopping at the edge of the bed to help each other remove them fully. Finally naked, they lay down, feeling the skin of the other under their hands and mouth, against their own skin. Side by side, their hands wandered as their mouths drank each other in.
Luke rolled on top of Reid, capturing his lips, and pressing him into the mattress. “God, Reid. It’s a good thing we don’t live in the same house.” He panted down at him, Reid looking confused for a moment, but not wanting to take the time to figure out what Luke was talking about. “We’d never get anything done. We’d always be touching each other…” he kissed Reid hard… “…kissing each other…” his tongue found Reid’s nipple and licked it… “…licking…sucking…tasting each other…”
“Jesus, Luke.” Reid moaned out. Hearing Luke talk like this was such a turn-on. He flipped them over, so he was on top, pinning Luke’s hands to the mattress over his head, his face inches from Luke’s; and looking heatedly into Luke’s eyes, he whispered, “Fucking each other…”
Luke’s mouth fell open with a quiet gasp. And that yes finally fell off his lips.
And Reid kissed him soft and wet and deep, quickly trailing a line of kisses over his nipples and down his belly to his cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking it, feeling Luke push up into his mouth; letting go, he traveled on to his balls, and caressed them in the warm cavern of his mouth, before quickly moving on to his beautiful pucker, licking and entering him. He continued to fuck Luke with his tongue, his hands on his hips pulling him close to his mouth, hearing Luke moaning his name.
He stopped and looked up at Luke, whose mouth was open and panting. “Luke…” When Luke’s glazed eyes made contact with his, Reid continued. “Do you want me inside you?” Luke nodded his head, eyes shining back at Reid with love and gratitude and desire. He nodded his head once more. “Pull your knees up Luke…feet flat on the bed.” He did as he was told.
Reid reached for the lube and poured some on his hands, warming it before inserting a finger inside Luke, going back to add his tongue. He kept his finger inside while thrusting his tongue in and out. “Reid…Reid…” He added a second finger and gently brushed his prostate. “God…” Luke sang. His tongue continuing to lick along the edges of Luke’s hole, he added a third and steadily thrust them in, occasionally finding that same spot, Luke continuing his beautiful song…a song about Reid, and God, and fuck yes…
And then Reid climbed up Luke’s body, wrapping Luke’s legs around his waist, and he kissed him. “Luke, you’re so beautiful.” And Luke rocked his hips up towards Reid, moaning his name some more. And Reid quickly opened and rolled on a condom, adding more lube, and slowly entered him, little by little, inch by inch…going in a little farther and pulling out just a bit, until he was all the way inside Luke…and then he stopped, just rocking the smallest amount. Slowly he began to move, his eyes on Luke’s face, watching his mouth, open in surprised pleasure at every thrust, especially when Reid would brush against his prostate; then his eyes would fly open and meet Reid’s, so amazed at the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, and those eyes would beg Reid to do that again, to find that spot, and he would. He couldn’t say no to Luke.
After a while, the eyes said that it was too much, too much pleasure, that he would burst if he felt any more; and there were tears at the corners of his eyes, tears of joy; tears that said I don’t know if I deserve this much love…and happiness… can I handle it? And Reid’s eyes said I’ve got you, Luke… this is just the beginning. And the tears spilled over. And Reid leaned forward to catch them with his lips, and he kissed Luke’s eyes and cheeks and mouth. And then he began to thrust steadily into Luke, steady and deep, Luke’s hands falling to the bed and holding onto the sheets, each thrust an exhale from Reid, each thrust an inhale for Luke; Luke threw his head back and reached his hands up again to grab at Reid’s head and hold him, pulling himself forward to kiss Reid, thrusting his own hips up to meet Reid’s; and Reid’s pace got faster, and they panted into each other’s mouths, finally, finally spilling over the edge, lips brushing each other’s, their warm, sweaty bodies shuddering and collapsing together.
Luke felt so free; free to be able to express his desire, not censor it, to let it flow, where and when and how it would. He had a giddy smile on his face, and felt like he could fly if he wanted to. He was panting, and Reid could hear the happiness in his breath. He held Luke’s face with one hand and laughed quietly. “Luke…” he said the name as if it was funny and sweet. “You’re so happy.”
“I am.” Luke breathed. “I am.” And Reid held him close.
Luke lifted himself up on one elbow and looked down at Reid. “I’m me.” He said, and Reid might have laughed if it had been someone else or if it had been a different time, but he knew Luke was deadly serious in his playfulness right now. “I’m me, and I have wants. I have feelings, and thoughts. I have words I want to say. Some are proper and some are totally inappropriate. Some are sweet and some are downright dirty.” Reid looked at him with an admiring smirk. “But they’re mine.” Luke said with confidence. “And I’ll say them, and I’ll feel them. And I won’t apologize for them any more.” And he leaned forward to give Reid a sound kiss, holding his face in his hands and looking deeply into Reid’s eyes, before wrapping his arms tightly around him.
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