Fic: The Interview (Part 6a)
Title: The Interview (Part 6a)
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Noah/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: Noah's running. Luke is hurt.
Spoilers: This is completely AU for the boys. So yeah, any relation to the story line is minor. Facts I kept were the Colonel, Noah's mom, and Oakdale. Other characters resemble themselves, but everyone, by definition is not quite him/her self.
Disclaimer: As I said, this is AU. The characters belong to CBS and P&G and possibly others, but definitely not me. That is the real travesty of all of this.
Notes: This part had almost no beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Jill, Darling, you were great as always. Thank you.
He threaded his fingers into Noah's hair, yanked his head back. "Say it," he hissed. The hand not scalping him smacked his ass. "Say. It."
"The best. God. The best. Please, Sir. Please." It hurt to say, even as act. He knew better, wanted more, needed ... He shook his head, reminded himself that he couldn't have what he wanted.
"Please, what?" Another searing blow landed on him, lower, almost on his thigh.
"Want you to fuck me, Sir. Show me what a real man feels like. Punish me. Teach me. Please, Sir."
"Good boy." The fingers slid from his curls, shoved his head lower, forced his shoulders and elbows to lock. "Don't move." He spanked him again. "You're so ready for me. You needed to be punished." Another handprint added to the countless others. Teeth raked his spine. "But you can have your reward now."
Muscle stretched and burned around the forceful intrusion of the cock impaling him. Noah bit back a scream, tried to adjust it to what might be a begging whimper. The plug he'd worn to prep for the scene aided, but in no way absolved him of the pain. At least Mark always came quickly. Noah adjusted his knees, rocked his hips back, squeezed. "Thank you, Sir. You're too good to me. To kind." Help me forget. Help me forget. Please, God, help me forget.
"Damn right, Boy." He shoved forward, buried himself balls deep. "Don't forget it."
The drone of the hall light drills into his exhausted body. His ass, his jaw, his back, Christ, his nipples hurt. Tony and his buddies are nothing if not enthusiastic. The extra grand he earned for taking on three at once more than made up for wanting to sleep well into the next week. At least now he can.
John's hand stroked Noah's cheek. "You're so beautiful like this. So beautiful all full of me. Taking me all in." He fucked forward, slow and deliberate. "The way you get on your knees. The way you swallow me down." He slipped his finger into Noah's mouth aside his dick. "You only do this for me, Baby. Only what I can you give, right?"
Noah nodded, teased John's finger with his tongue stud before swallowing tight over the strawberry latex clad cock. He opened his eyelids as wide as he could. A lesson learned at the backhand of his father. Wide eyes didn't show tears, and, he could stare past the Colonel without him knowing. Noah cupped John's balls, stroked them. His jaw ached. Think of the money. Five hundred dollars. For five hundred, he could fake romance. For five hundred, he could do damn near anything. Noah coughed as John surged forward. Tears come, unbidden, but he attributed it to the thrust of cock on his gag reflex
He slumps in the stairwell. Exhaustion and hunger war with the need to get into his apartment. Would the landlord care if he slept it off in the hallway? He wouldn't be the first, or the last. The thought of going back to how he was - puking in hallways, passing out without knowing where he was - lets Noah tap energy reserves he doesn't know he has. More from memory than vision, he eases himself onto his floor.
Tony stepped into the alley, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He waved a wad of bills in front of him. "Passed my final exam. Me and a few buddies were looking to celebrate. We got a little something something, some booze, but we wanted a little more. Thousand bucks, a night at The Lakeview, some decent weed and alcohol. What do you say, Jake? It's a better deal than hundred dollar blowjobs back here. Not that you aren't worth every penny."
Noah's fingers slid over the money and counted it. "I don't smoke, or drink." He focused on the cash. "But I won't say no to being your party favor for cash like that." He peeled off a fifty. "Tell me the room number. I need to freshen my supplies and put on my party clothes. You can pay me the rest C.o.D. Deal?" Lube, prep, plugs, rings. This he could do. This he understood.
"Deal." Tony skimmed through the messages on his phone. "Room 302. Tell the front desk that you're there to see Tony Stark. We'll tell them we're expecting Jake ... ?"
"Jake Mayer. Tony Stark, huh? That's cute." The thought of flirting, of acting like he wanted it, turned his stomach. But money was money. He couldn't turn it down.
"I try." He winked. "We'll tell them we're expecting Jake Mayer. Half hour sound good?"
"Make it an hour. If I'm taking on more than one of you, I need to be well prepped."
Fuck. Someone rests, hopefully too asleep to fuck him up, outside his apartment. Back against the wall, knees bent, head resting on them. Noah pats himself down. Maybe his hallway robber won't look in his shoes if it comes down to it. He's fought off thieves before, but no way is that going to happen now. The hundred in his pocket would have to satisfy this guy. Maybe he'd take a blowjob and piss off? They could discuss why B&E, armed theft, or whatever else are stupid ideas later. Much later. When he wasn't so god damned tired.
Noah held the money between his fingers. "Whoever you are, it's your lucky day. Here. Take it. Don't care what you do with it. Drink it, snort it, hell, go buy a cup of coffee. I don't care. Just get away from my fucking door. I've barely been home in -"
"Seventeen days. It's been seventeen days, twenty hours and thirty six minutes."
Noah collapses to his knees. Luke's hair is a mess. His face is blotchy, worried. His lips are chapped and cracked. He's the most beautiful sight Noah thinks he's ever seen.
"Not that I counted or anything. Not that I waited, day dreamed ... Fuck. I am the stupid little kid you said I am." He smacks his hand against the wall, uses it as leverage to shove himself up. "This was stupid of me. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, I do know. But obviously I'm an idiot. You've done just fine without me, haven't you?" He scans slowly down Noah's body. "You've certainly been busy." He shoves his knit hat back over his hair. "Have a good life, or, whatever."
Noah reaches forward, grabs onto Luke's hand and refuses to let go. "You never should have come back -"
"We can at least agree on that." Luke shakes his hand. "Let go of me."
"No." Noah knee-walks forward, rests his head on Luke's hip. "No. Please. You don't understand. I didn't mean you should never come back ever. I just meant that I hate to have you see me like this." Noah forces himself to stand up. "Come inside, Luke. You look, fuck, you look like you've been bent over more times than you can count."
Luke winces.
"Hell. That was wrong. I just, please. Come in. Have a drink." He tugs harder than he needs to and watches as Luke tumbles into his arms. Noah swallows. "I bought hot chocolate after, umm, you know, just after. In case." He stares at his shoes. "In case I saw you again."
"Well here I am. Look your fill." Luke swivels out of Noah's grasp. "And you've obviously got all the engagements you can handle." He gestures up and down Noah's body for effect. "I can do this. I was going to be all suave, and ask if you wanted to do something with me. Maybe take in a movie or something. Then, if that went well and you said yes. I thought maybe we could hold hands, make out in the back of the theatre. From there, I thought I'd offer to buy you dinner, or offer you to buy me dinner. You be the working one of the two of us. From there I was picturing dancing in your apartment and taking you to bed. And in the morning, over breakfast, I was going to ask if you'd help me with a project I'm working on that would give you access to WOAK regularly and with limited restrictions." He shakes his head. "I'm an asshole. No," Luke holds up his hand. "Actually, I'm thinking that maybe you're the asshole. I'm just the dumbass who thought maybe he stood a chance."
The lights appear dimmer as Noah watches Luke's back. Let him go, Mayer. He doesn't deserve to put up with your shit. Let him go. He reaches out, doesn't beg. His words - You were the only chance - fail to reach over the shuffle of Luke's boots.
Noah swallows and turns to his door. His fingers hurt from their clenched position around his keys. His mouth fills with words unspoken. His heart and stomach war with emotions he can't identify. "Don't go," he whispers to his door. "Don't go." Louder this time. Keys in the lock, Noah moves to run. His body tries to revolt, but he runs, as best he can, to the stairwell. "Luke! Luke, please, wait. You're not a dumbass, but I am an asshole. Please." His voice cracks. He trips on his feet. "Come back upstairs."
Noah's breath catches when he sees Luke stop.
Luke doesn't turn around, but he doesn't forward. "Why?"
"It's not what you think."
Luke's laugh is brittle. He tips his head back, meets Noah's eye up and behind him. "You don't know what I think."
"You think I'm a jerk with the emotional maturity of a, a, something with no emotional maturity. You think I'd rather fuck strangers than accept a great offer from someone who might want to know me for more than my ability to give head." Noah chewed on his lip. "Am I close?"
"Surprisingly so." This time Luke moves, walks back to stand a step below Noah. "You forgot the part where I couldn't decide if I wanted to ask Roth to stick rat poison in your coffee or if I would rather have the joy of doing it myself."
Noah's nails bite crescent moons in his palms. "I haven't been to Java since -"
"Yeah. I know." Luke tucks his hair behind his ears. "You mentioned hot chocolate?"
"I did." Noah smiles. "I, uhh, need a shower, but if you can wait, maybe make yourself at home, for about fifteen minutes, umm, I could make some." He ran a hand down Luke's bicep, past his elbow, meshed their hands, palm to palm with fingers tangled.
Luke nods. "I can do that." He leaves his fingers in Noah's grip.
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Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Noah/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: Noah's running. Luke is hurt.
Spoilers: This is completely AU for the boys. So yeah, any relation to the story line is minor. Facts I kept were the Colonel, Noah's mom, and Oakdale. Other characters resemble themselves, but everyone, by definition is not quite him/her self.
Disclaimer: As I said, this is AU. The characters belong to CBS and P&G and possibly others, but definitely not me. That is the real travesty of all of this.
Notes: This part had almost no beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Jill, Darling, you were great as always. Thank you.
He threaded his fingers into Noah's hair, yanked his head back. "Say it," he hissed. The hand not scalping him smacked his ass. "Say. It."
"The best. God. The best. Please, Sir. Please." It hurt to say, even as act. He knew better, wanted more, needed ... He shook his head, reminded himself that he couldn't have what he wanted.
"Please, what?" Another searing blow landed on him, lower, almost on his thigh.
"Want you to fuck me, Sir. Show me what a real man feels like. Punish me. Teach me. Please, Sir."
"Good boy." The fingers slid from his curls, shoved his head lower, forced his shoulders and elbows to lock. "Don't move." He spanked him again. "You're so ready for me. You needed to be punished." Another handprint added to the countless others. Teeth raked his spine. "But you can have your reward now."
Muscle stretched and burned around the forceful intrusion of the cock impaling him. Noah bit back a scream, tried to adjust it to what might be a begging whimper. The plug he'd worn to prep for the scene aided, but in no way absolved him of the pain. At least Mark always came quickly. Noah adjusted his knees, rocked his hips back, squeezed. "Thank you, Sir. You're too good to me. To kind." Help me forget. Help me forget. Please, God, help me forget.
"Damn right, Boy." He shoved forward, buried himself balls deep. "Don't forget it."
The drone of the hall light drills into his exhausted body. His ass, his jaw, his back, Christ, his nipples hurt. Tony and his buddies are nothing if not enthusiastic. The extra grand he earned for taking on three at once more than made up for wanting to sleep well into the next week. At least now he can.
John's hand stroked Noah's cheek. "You're so beautiful like this. So beautiful all full of me. Taking me all in." He fucked forward, slow and deliberate. "The way you get on your knees. The way you swallow me down." He slipped his finger into Noah's mouth aside his dick. "You only do this for me, Baby. Only what I can you give, right?"
Noah nodded, teased John's finger with his tongue stud before swallowing tight over the strawberry latex clad cock. He opened his eyelids as wide as he could. A lesson learned at the backhand of his father. Wide eyes didn't show tears, and, he could stare past the Colonel without him knowing. Noah cupped John's balls, stroked them. His jaw ached. Think of the money. Five hundred dollars. For five hundred, he could fake romance. For five hundred, he could do damn near anything. Noah coughed as John surged forward. Tears come, unbidden, but he attributed it to the thrust of cock on his gag reflex
He slumps in the stairwell. Exhaustion and hunger war with the need to get into his apartment. Would the landlord care if he slept it off in the hallway? He wouldn't be the first, or the last. The thought of going back to how he was - puking in hallways, passing out without knowing where he was - lets Noah tap energy reserves he doesn't know he has. More from memory than vision, he eases himself onto his floor.
Tony stepped into the alley, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He waved a wad of bills in front of him. "Passed my final exam. Me and a few buddies were looking to celebrate. We got a little something something, some booze, but we wanted a little more. Thousand bucks, a night at The Lakeview, some decent weed and alcohol. What do you say, Jake? It's a better deal than hundred dollar blowjobs back here. Not that you aren't worth every penny."
Noah's fingers slid over the money and counted it. "I don't smoke, or drink." He focused on the cash. "But I won't say no to being your party favor for cash like that." He peeled off a fifty. "Tell me the room number. I need to freshen my supplies and put on my party clothes. You can pay me the rest C.o.D. Deal?" Lube, prep, plugs, rings. This he could do. This he understood.
"Deal." Tony skimmed through the messages on his phone. "Room 302. Tell the front desk that you're there to see Tony Stark. We'll tell them we're expecting Jake ... ?"
"Jake Mayer. Tony Stark, huh? That's cute." The thought of flirting, of acting like he wanted it, turned his stomach. But money was money. He couldn't turn it down.
"I try." He winked. "We'll tell them we're expecting Jake Mayer. Half hour sound good?"
"Make it an hour. If I'm taking on more than one of you, I need to be well prepped."
Fuck. Someone rests, hopefully too asleep to fuck him up, outside his apartment. Back against the wall, knees bent, head resting on them. Noah pats himself down. Maybe his hallway robber won't look in his shoes if it comes down to it. He's fought off thieves before, but no way is that going to happen now. The hundred in his pocket would have to satisfy this guy. Maybe he'd take a blowjob and piss off? They could discuss why B&E, armed theft, or whatever else are stupid ideas later. Much later. When he wasn't so god damned tired.
Noah held the money between his fingers. "Whoever you are, it's your lucky day. Here. Take it. Don't care what you do with it. Drink it, snort it, hell, go buy a cup of coffee. I don't care. Just get away from my fucking door. I've barely been home in -"
"Seventeen days. It's been seventeen days, twenty hours and thirty six minutes."
Noah collapses to his knees. Luke's hair is a mess. His face is blotchy, worried. His lips are chapped and cracked. He's the most beautiful sight Noah thinks he's ever seen.
"Not that I counted or anything. Not that I waited, day dreamed ... Fuck. I am the stupid little kid you said I am." He smacks his hand against the wall, uses it as leverage to shove himself up. "This was stupid of me. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, I do know. But obviously I'm an idiot. You've done just fine without me, haven't you?" He scans slowly down Noah's body. "You've certainly been busy." He shoves his knit hat back over his hair. "Have a good life, or, whatever."
Noah reaches forward, grabs onto Luke's hand and refuses to let go. "You never should have come back -"
"We can at least agree on that." Luke shakes his hand. "Let go of me."
"No." Noah knee-walks forward, rests his head on Luke's hip. "No. Please. You don't understand. I didn't mean you should never come back ever. I just meant that I hate to have you see me like this." Noah forces himself to stand up. "Come inside, Luke. You look, fuck, you look like you've been bent over more times than you can count."
Luke winces.
"Hell. That was wrong. I just, please. Come in. Have a drink." He tugs harder than he needs to and watches as Luke tumbles into his arms. Noah swallows. "I bought hot chocolate after, umm, you know, just after. In case." He stares at his shoes. "In case I saw you again."
"Well here I am. Look your fill." Luke swivels out of Noah's grasp. "And you've obviously got all the engagements you can handle." He gestures up and down Noah's body for effect. "I can do this. I was going to be all suave, and ask if you wanted to do something with me. Maybe take in a movie or something. Then, if that went well and you said yes. I thought maybe we could hold hands, make out in the back of the theatre. From there, I thought I'd offer to buy you dinner, or offer you to buy me dinner. You be the working one of the two of us. From there I was picturing dancing in your apartment and taking you to bed. And in the morning, over breakfast, I was going to ask if you'd help me with a project I'm working on that would give you access to WOAK regularly and with limited restrictions." He shakes his head. "I'm an asshole. No," Luke holds up his hand. "Actually, I'm thinking that maybe you're the asshole. I'm just the dumbass who thought maybe he stood a chance."
The lights appear dimmer as Noah watches Luke's back. Let him go, Mayer. He doesn't deserve to put up with your shit. Let him go. He reaches out, doesn't beg. His words - You were the only chance - fail to reach over the shuffle of Luke's boots.
Noah swallows and turns to his door. His fingers hurt from their clenched position around his keys. His mouth fills with words unspoken. His heart and stomach war with emotions he can't identify. "Don't go," he whispers to his door. "Don't go." Louder this time. Keys in the lock, Noah moves to run. His body tries to revolt, but he runs, as best he can, to the stairwell. "Luke! Luke, please, wait. You're not a dumbass, but I am an asshole. Please." His voice cracks. He trips on his feet. "Come back upstairs."
Noah's breath catches when he sees Luke stop.
Luke doesn't turn around, but he doesn't forward. "Why?"
"It's not what you think."
Luke's laugh is brittle. He tips his head back, meets Noah's eye up and behind him. "You don't know what I think."
"You think I'm a jerk with the emotional maturity of a, a, something with no emotional maturity. You think I'd rather fuck strangers than accept a great offer from someone who might want to know me for more than my ability to give head." Noah chewed on his lip. "Am I close?"
"Surprisingly so." This time Luke moves, walks back to stand a step below Noah. "You forgot the part where I couldn't decide if I wanted to ask Roth to stick rat poison in your coffee or if I would rather have the joy of doing it myself."
Noah's nails bite crescent moons in his palms. "I haven't been to Java since -"
"Yeah. I know." Luke tucks his hair behind his ears. "You mentioned hot chocolate?"
"I did." Noah smiles. "I, uhh, need a shower, but if you can wait, maybe make yourself at home, for about fifteen minutes, umm, I could make some." He ran a hand down Luke's bicep, past his elbow, meshed their hands, palm to palm with fingers tangled.
Luke nods. "I can do that." He leaves his fingers in Noah's grip.
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