Luke/Noah drabble for Ithilien
Prompt: Elevator
Prompt: Tears
Word count: 300
Rating: PG-13 for language, I guess?
The library elevator shudders as it always does, but this time it hiccups to a stop between floors eighteen and nineteen. Noah squeezes his eyes shut, clamps his hands against the railing. "Tell me the elevator is about to move and we're going to be fine."
"Noah? What's wrong?" Luke edges his hand between the wall and his boyfriend's tense back. He kisses Noah's temple, all the while tattooing patterns on his back.
"Don't like small spaces," he grits out. "Haven't ever since the Colonel -" Noah swallows. Tears leak from the corners his eyes.
Luke shifts, presses his chest to Noah's, wraps their fingers together. "Shh, shh. The Colonel isn't here. You're with me." He swiped at the salty trails with the tip of his tongue. "There are lots of things you like about being trapped, Noah." He bit at Noah's earlobe. "Didn't you tell me that last night?"
"Luke." Pale color fades against the red blooming on Noah's cheeks. His blush turns Luke on.
"You remember don't you? On your stomach? Me, holding you down? Starting to ring a bell?" Luke grinds his hips closer, winds his hands up into the curls at the back of Noah's neck. "You made the hottest noises. Sexy as hell when you whisper my name, let me pin your wrists, fuck into you again and again."
Noah bites his lip and whimpers. "Nngh"
"I was all over you, had you pinned, no room for anything between the two of us, barely even space for breathing. My hand jacking you off. I don't remember you minding small spaces last night?" Luke sucks at Noah's neck, scrapes his teeth along his jaw. "So I'll just stay right here until the elevator starts moving again, okay. And you can remember how good it can be."
Prompt: Tears
Word count: 300
Rating: PG-13 for language, I guess?
The library elevator shudders as it always does, but this time it hiccups to a stop between floors eighteen and nineteen. Noah squeezes his eyes shut, clamps his hands against the railing. "Tell me the elevator is about to move and we're going to be fine."
"Noah? What's wrong?" Luke edges his hand between the wall and his boyfriend's tense back. He kisses Noah's temple, all the while tattooing patterns on his back.
"Don't like small spaces," he grits out. "Haven't ever since the Colonel -" Noah swallows. Tears leak from the corners his eyes.
Luke shifts, presses his chest to Noah's, wraps their fingers together. "Shh, shh. The Colonel isn't here. You're with me." He swiped at the salty trails with the tip of his tongue. "There are lots of things you like about being trapped, Noah." He bit at Noah's earlobe. "Didn't you tell me that last night?"
"Luke." Pale color fades against the red blooming on Noah's cheeks. His blush turns Luke on.
"You remember don't you? On your stomach? Me, holding you down? Starting to ring a bell?" Luke grinds his hips closer, winds his hands up into the curls at the back of Noah's neck. "You made the hottest noises. Sexy as hell when you whisper my name, let me pin your wrists, fuck into you again and again."
Noah bites his lip and whimpers. "Nngh"
"I was all over you, had you pinned, no room for anything between the two of us, barely even space for breathing. My hand jacking you off. I don't remember you minding small spaces last night?" Luke sucks at Noah's neck, scrapes his teeth along his jaw. "So I'll just stay right here until the elevator starts moving again, okay. And you can remember how good it can be."