Cruising
Title : Cruising
Author daan73
Pairing : Noah/Luke
Wordcount: approx 2000
Rating: NC17
AN: Written for the prompt meme fic promt being given : It costs how much
and combined for my bingo card using LA
AN2: A bit thank you t neddiheht or the amazing beta ( thanks Ash) !
I drove slowly around the neighbourhood. It was the kind I would normally try to avoid. Being a high class movie director and even above that, simply valuing my privacy as much as I do, I didn’t like to go to a regular bar to find someone, and let’s face the facts: the times in which I wanted to get emotionally involved with someone were long gone. They had been since... No! I refused to think back to that time, back to when I was young.
I emptied my mind of all the unwanted thoughts and continued my drive looking around to spot that what I was looking for, someone to spend a couple of hours with, to have some relief, no strings attached relief, someone preferably blond and lean, that’s what I would choose, what I knew, what I wanted.
I spotted a blond-haired guy on the corner of the street facing away. That was him, that was the guy I wanted to take with me for the night. So perfect, he would do, he’d make me too busy to reminisce about why I was searching for a particular type.
I didn’t need to pay. Word was that I was damned good looking, handsome, tall and broad shouldered with dark hair and clear penetrating blue eyes that I’ve been assured could look straight through to your soul.
I pulled over and lowered the window, calling out to the blond man, “How much for the whole night?“ The man stiffened suddenly at the sound of my voice. That had never happened to me before and I wondered for a moment.
“For the whole night?” asked the blond, keeping his back to me. There was a hesitation, but he mumbled out a reply. “Ten thousand dollars!”
“It costs how much?” Had I heard him right?
“Ten thousand dollars,“ said the man again, turning around slowly.
I couldn’t breathe anymore. Oh my God, this couldn’t be. “Luke” I whispered.
Cold brown eyes looked into my own through the rolled down window. Familiar eyes.
“Deal, get in.“
I saw Luke turn around quickly, giving his companion a message not to expect him back for the night, then he got into the car.
I drove to the hotel where I had booked a private suite in advance. I didn’t want to take anyone back to the penthouse I kept in the middle of downtown LA, that I called home. For the first time I hesitated about that, surely I could take Luke, after all we’d been through, but finally I decided it was for the best, at least for now. Pushing the button to access the private entrance, I drove my borrowed car through the gate and parked it in a secluded spot near the elevators.
I turned to the man sitting in the passenger seat, not moving an inch, because i know the hotel secured my privacy and asked Luke to get out of the car and follow me in. Standing beside each other in the elevator going up to the suites I noticed that Luke’s hands had unclenched a bit and his face had turned a bit more soft. He even looked a bit insecure to me, though I couldn’t be sure after so long that I was reading him right.
I opened the door and let Luke into the suite, following after him.
“Care for a drink?” I asked, noticing Luke standing still in the middle of the room trying to grab hold of his composure again. After I moment he found it and I watched him as he started to unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off even as he started to unbutton his jeans.
“Stop!” I yelled. I’d been looking for relief, but not like this, not from Luke.
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?” asked Luke. He wasn’t crying, but he might as well have been from the angry smoulder in his eyes. “What you paid for, and paid a lot I might add.”
Grabbing my wallet I pulled out a stash of bills, throwing them on the table. “Fine. It’s all paid. Now sit down and start talking.”
Luke looked at the money on the table, but he didn’t grab any of it. Instead he pulled his shirt back on, though he left it unbuttoned, hanging open and I couldn’t help it that my mouth watered at the sight of Luke’s pale skin. I hadn’t seen him in more than ten years, but he was still gorgeous. Underfed and too skinny, I noted with a wince of sudden guilt, but gorgeous all the same.
I gave Luke a coke and we settled back onto different couches in the seating area. Myself, I was nursing a beer, slowly, feeling like I could use it.
“You’re going to wait until I ask, aren’t you?“ For a moment there as I spoke I could see a glimpse of the Luke I had known when we were younger. “What happened Luke, please, tell me.”
It took hours for Luke to tell the story, hours of sudden silences and holding his hands in his face. Hours of obvious embarrassment and the pride that I remembered. Hours of hurt. But he told me, slowly, how he had ended up where he was now, giving me little by little a bit of insight into the horror that had become his life over the last couple of years.
He told me about the bomb and of the lives that it took, and about running around all over the world with Ethan trying to avoid the enemies of his father, scared, desperately scared that they would find him and his brother and finish the job. For years they’d run and hid, never settling too openly.
I learned that Luke hadn’t been walking the streets for long, only turning to it as a last resort a couple of months ago for reasons he would not share, not yet. I wondered, of course. Finally he told me that he lived in LA now, having moved here two years ago. Just him and Ethan. He didn’t say why he had not come to me. And I wasn’t ready to ask that. Not yet.
I couldn’t help but shift to sit beside him during his heartbreaking story, holding him close. The moment we both noticed what we were doing, shifting ever closer, we turned towards each other and I couldn’t help myself as I pulled him closer, seeking to join his soft lips with mine.
It was coming home after a long journey, that kiss. I felt Luke opening up, so hesitant, but his lips softened against mine and I couldn’t resist, seeking into his mouth and trailing the soft ridges inside with my tongue. The kiss grew more intense quickly and we both had to come up for air breathing hard.
“Luke“ I asked with only my tone, the question and invitation apparent in my voice.
He didn’t respond, he just looked at me. He had lost his shirt somewhere in that press of bodies as we kissed and I saw his eyes being driven to the table where the money still lay. He grasped at the crumbled bills and handed them to me. “Ask me again, Noah,” he whispered softly.
“How much will it cost me for the night,” I asked, my voice catching.
“Nothing, Noah,” he whispered quietly. “Just make me feel loved again. Just for one night, make me remember what it is like to feel loved, to be loved.”
I could never, would never forget Luke whispering those words. Could never forget his soft brown eyes looking into mine, so insecure and yet so willing, so wanting.
I took his offered hand and led him to the bedroom. Once inside, I pulled him into my arms. “If you let me,” I said, “I will make it so you never for a moment feel unloved ever again.”
“Yes.”
“Ssshhh,” I said, putting my finger on his luscious lips, the same ones I wanted to keep kissing over and over. “I know we have a lot to talk about. You need to get your stuff as soon as possible and come with me to my place. That’s what I want, Luke. But first I want to do what you asked me, I want to love you... to make you feel loved.”
I picked up a now very silent Luke, laying him carefully on the king size bed, looking at my man splayed out there. Yes, I can deny it sometimes, but I know Luke has always been my man. Will always be my man.
Shivering I started to undress him the rest of the way, touching the soft pale skin revealed under the layers of clothes, kissing every part of his body as it was uncovered.
He was pleading. The words “Noah, Noah, please,” making me feel warm all over .
“Relax baby, we have all the time in the world. I am not going to let you slip away from me ever again. I am going to make love to you until neither of us knows anymore where one starts and where the other ends. You belong to me, you belong with me, baby.” I kept whispering those words to him, seeing his eyes full of unshed tears.
I had managed, while worshiping his gorgeous body, to undress myself leaving us both naked lying on the bed. I made use of the essentials I had managed to grab before laying down, working two fingers into Luke. I could feel Luke’s body going rigid under my intimate touches.
Ooh, how I wanted to bury myself deep into the willing body beneath me, as deeply as possible, making this beautiful human being mine again, my very own angel.
Luke’s whispered “Please bubby, please,” penetrated my foggy brain, and I slipped a condom on, spreading some more lube over it and over Luke’s entrance not wanting to hurt him.
Luke shifted beneath me and I caught him before he could turn himself over. “No, I want to see you, I want to look into your eyes. I need to look at you, baby, when we are one again.”
I felt the body below me relax, spreading a bit wider. Grabbing his legs I pulled them onto my shoulders, making sure to be careful as I gently lined myself up. I refused to look away from the gaze that held my eyes.
Carefully, but steadily, I thrust until I was all the way in before stopping to give him time to adjust. I could see in Luke’s wide eyes that he needed a moment to accept the fullness I had given him. The familiar warmth surrounding me warmed me from the inside out; I felt what I had been missing all these years, and from the tears rolling down Luke’s cheeks, I was not the only one.
Bending over I started to kiss away the tears simultaneously trapping his cock between our bodies. “I never stopped loving you, Luke,” I told him as I started a strong and fast rhythm, looking him in the eyes.
Instinctively we both knew this wasn’t going to last long, we had been too long without each other. My climax approached rapidly, too rapidly, and I started fisting Luke’s cock, feeling him clench down hard around me as spurts of pearly white landed on both our bodies. I let go, coming harder than I had in a long long time.
Not wanting to squash the smaller man beneath me, I carefully withdrew, tying off the condom, quickly dropping it beside the bed and gathering Luke into my arms to hold him close to my body. I looked down into the eyes of my love, my happy ending. I knew we had a long road ahead of us and knowing our history it wouldn’t be an easy road, but we would deal with whatever fate would throw at us.
Luke looked up at me. “Bubby, thank you.”
“Always, baby, always.”
Luke’s story?......That I guess is for another story ;)
Author daan73
Pairing : Noah/Luke
Wordcount: approx 2000
Rating: NC17
AN: Written for the prompt meme fic promt being given : It costs how much
and combined for my bingo card using LA
AN2: A bit thank you t neddiheht or the amazing beta ( thanks Ash) !
I drove slowly around the neighbourhood. It was the kind I would normally try to avoid. Being a high class movie director and even above that, simply valuing my privacy as much as I do, I didn’t like to go to a regular bar to find someone, and let’s face the facts: the times in which I wanted to get emotionally involved with someone were long gone. They had been since... No! I refused to think back to that time, back to when I was young.
I emptied my mind of all the unwanted thoughts and continued my drive looking around to spot that what I was looking for, someone to spend a couple of hours with, to have some relief, no strings attached relief, someone preferably blond and lean, that’s what I would choose, what I knew, what I wanted.
I spotted a blond-haired guy on the corner of the street facing away. That was him, that was the guy I wanted to take with me for the night. So perfect, he would do, he’d make me too busy to reminisce about why I was searching for a particular type.
I didn’t need to pay. Word was that I was damned good looking, handsome, tall and broad shouldered with dark hair and clear penetrating blue eyes that I’ve been assured could look straight through to your soul.
I pulled over and lowered the window, calling out to the blond man, “How much for the whole night?“ The man stiffened suddenly at the sound of my voice. That had never happened to me before and I wondered for a moment.
“For the whole night?” asked the blond, keeping his back to me. There was a hesitation, but he mumbled out a reply. “Ten thousand dollars!”
“It costs how much?” Had I heard him right?
“Ten thousand dollars,“ said the man again, turning around slowly.
I couldn’t breathe anymore. Oh my God, this couldn’t be. “Luke” I whispered.
Cold brown eyes looked into my own through the rolled down window. Familiar eyes.
“Deal, get in.“
I saw Luke turn around quickly, giving his companion a message not to expect him back for the night, then he got into the car.
I drove to the hotel where I had booked a private suite in advance. I didn’t want to take anyone back to the penthouse I kept in the middle of downtown LA, that I called home. For the first time I hesitated about that, surely I could take Luke, after all we’d been through, but finally I decided it was for the best, at least for now. Pushing the button to access the private entrance, I drove my borrowed car through the gate and parked it in a secluded spot near the elevators.
I turned to the man sitting in the passenger seat, not moving an inch, because i know the hotel secured my privacy and asked Luke to get out of the car and follow me in. Standing beside each other in the elevator going up to the suites I noticed that Luke’s hands had unclenched a bit and his face had turned a bit more soft. He even looked a bit insecure to me, though I couldn’t be sure after so long that I was reading him right.
I opened the door and let Luke into the suite, following after him.
“Care for a drink?” I asked, noticing Luke standing still in the middle of the room trying to grab hold of his composure again. After I moment he found it and I watched him as he started to unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off even as he started to unbutton his jeans.
“Stop!” I yelled. I’d been looking for relief, but not like this, not from Luke.
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?” asked Luke. He wasn’t crying, but he might as well have been from the angry smoulder in his eyes. “What you paid for, and paid a lot I might add.”
Grabbing my wallet I pulled out a stash of bills, throwing them on the table. “Fine. It’s all paid. Now sit down and start talking.”
Luke looked at the money on the table, but he didn’t grab any of it. Instead he pulled his shirt back on, though he left it unbuttoned, hanging open and I couldn’t help it that my mouth watered at the sight of Luke’s pale skin. I hadn’t seen him in more than ten years, but he was still gorgeous. Underfed and too skinny, I noted with a wince of sudden guilt, but gorgeous all the same.
I gave Luke a coke and we settled back onto different couches in the seating area. Myself, I was nursing a beer, slowly, feeling like I could use it.
“You’re going to wait until I ask, aren’t you?“ For a moment there as I spoke I could see a glimpse of the Luke I had known when we were younger. “What happened Luke, please, tell me.”
It took hours for Luke to tell the story, hours of sudden silences and holding his hands in his face. Hours of obvious embarrassment and the pride that I remembered. Hours of hurt. But he told me, slowly, how he had ended up where he was now, giving me little by little a bit of insight into the horror that had become his life over the last couple of years.
He told me about the bomb and of the lives that it took, and about running around all over the world with Ethan trying to avoid the enemies of his father, scared, desperately scared that they would find him and his brother and finish the job. For years they’d run and hid, never settling too openly.
I learned that Luke hadn’t been walking the streets for long, only turning to it as a last resort a couple of months ago for reasons he would not share, not yet. I wondered, of course. Finally he told me that he lived in LA now, having moved here two years ago. Just him and Ethan. He didn’t say why he had not come to me. And I wasn’t ready to ask that. Not yet.
I couldn’t help but shift to sit beside him during his heartbreaking story, holding him close. The moment we both noticed what we were doing, shifting ever closer, we turned towards each other and I couldn’t help myself as I pulled him closer, seeking to join his soft lips with mine.
It was coming home after a long journey, that kiss. I felt Luke opening up, so hesitant, but his lips softened against mine and I couldn’t resist, seeking into his mouth and trailing the soft ridges inside with my tongue. The kiss grew more intense quickly and we both had to come up for air breathing hard.
“Luke“ I asked with only my tone, the question and invitation apparent in my voice.
He didn’t respond, he just looked at me. He had lost his shirt somewhere in that press of bodies as we kissed and I saw his eyes being driven to the table where the money still lay. He grasped at the crumbled bills and handed them to me. “Ask me again, Noah,” he whispered softly.
“How much will it cost me for the night,” I asked, my voice catching.
“Nothing, Noah,” he whispered quietly. “Just make me feel loved again. Just for one night, make me remember what it is like to feel loved, to be loved.”
I could never, would never forget Luke whispering those words. Could never forget his soft brown eyes looking into mine, so insecure and yet so willing, so wanting.
I took his offered hand and led him to the bedroom. Once inside, I pulled him into my arms. “If you let me,” I said, “I will make it so you never for a moment feel unloved ever again.”
“Yes.”
“Ssshhh,” I said, putting my finger on his luscious lips, the same ones I wanted to keep kissing over and over. “I know we have a lot to talk about. You need to get your stuff as soon as possible and come with me to my place. That’s what I want, Luke. But first I want to do what you asked me, I want to love you... to make you feel loved.”
I picked up a now very silent Luke, laying him carefully on the king size bed, looking at my man splayed out there. Yes, I can deny it sometimes, but I know Luke has always been my man. Will always be my man.
Shivering I started to undress him the rest of the way, touching the soft pale skin revealed under the layers of clothes, kissing every part of his body as it was uncovered.
He was pleading. The words “Noah, Noah, please,” making me feel warm all over .
“Relax baby, we have all the time in the world. I am not going to let you slip away from me ever again. I am going to make love to you until neither of us knows anymore where one starts and where the other ends. You belong to me, you belong with me, baby.” I kept whispering those words to him, seeing his eyes full of unshed tears.
I had managed, while worshiping his gorgeous body, to undress myself leaving us both naked lying on the bed. I made use of the essentials I had managed to grab before laying down, working two fingers into Luke. I could feel Luke’s body going rigid under my intimate touches.
Ooh, how I wanted to bury myself deep into the willing body beneath me, as deeply as possible, making this beautiful human being mine again, my very own angel.
Luke’s whispered “Please bubby, please,” penetrated my foggy brain, and I slipped a condom on, spreading some more lube over it and over Luke’s entrance not wanting to hurt him.
Luke shifted beneath me and I caught him before he could turn himself over. “No, I want to see you, I want to look into your eyes. I need to look at you, baby, when we are one again.”
I felt the body below me relax, spreading a bit wider. Grabbing his legs I pulled them onto my shoulders, making sure to be careful as I gently lined myself up. I refused to look away from the gaze that held my eyes.
Carefully, but steadily, I thrust until I was all the way in before stopping to give him time to adjust. I could see in Luke’s wide eyes that he needed a moment to accept the fullness I had given him. The familiar warmth surrounding me warmed me from the inside out; I felt what I had been missing all these years, and from the tears rolling down Luke’s cheeks, I was not the only one.
Bending over I started to kiss away the tears simultaneously trapping his cock between our bodies. “I never stopped loving you, Luke,” I told him as I started a strong and fast rhythm, looking him in the eyes.
Instinctively we both knew this wasn’t going to last long, we had been too long without each other. My climax approached rapidly, too rapidly, and I started fisting Luke’s cock, feeling him clench down hard around me as spurts of pearly white landed on both our bodies. I let go, coming harder than I had in a long long time.
Not wanting to squash the smaller man beneath me, I carefully withdrew, tying off the condom, quickly dropping it beside the bed and gathering Luke into my arms to hold him close to my body. I looked down into the eyes of my love, my happy ending. I knew we had a long road ahead of us and knowing our history it wouldn’t be an easy road, but we would deal with whatever fate would throw at us.
Luke looked up at me. “Bubby, thank you.”
“Always, baby, always.”
Luke’s story?......That I guess is for another story ;)