FIC: Keeping Up With the Joneses Ch. 4
Title: Keeping Up with the Joneses
Author: dancingelf88
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: If only….
Summary: Luke and Noah Jones live a mundane happy life until a secret shatters their world
Chapter IV: Dinner Party
“You’re late. I told you 6 o’clock.” Luke started as soon as Noah walked through the door.
“I got caught up at work.” He defended.
“Well hurry up. We don’t want to be late.” Luke hustled him upstairs.
“We don’t?”
“Go!” Luke ordered. Despite his insistence, Luke was in no hurry to go either. He was waiting for Maddie’s call about Dr. Oliver and dinner with Sally and Joe was always a test in frustration.
“Carter did the most adorable thing. He looked at me and said ‘poo.’ I almost died.” Sally explained to a room full of awws. Noah was two seconds away from pulling out his gun…if it wasn’t for the small infant currently cooing in his lap, the aforementioned Carter, who got dumped in his lap as soon as he sat down. For some reason babies loved him. He was really praying he didn’t drop him. Thankfully, Carter started crying for his mother who quickly scooped him up.
As soon as he was able Noah sneaked into a corner and did what he did best: blended and observed. He surveyed the living room abuzz with all the neighbors chatting happily about kids and work and what-have-you. He couldn’t have had less in common with any of them. But somehow Luke insisted they socialize: so Noah did…to a degree.
“Noah! Hi!” he looked up at the sound of his name.
“Hi Mason.” Mason was one half of the other gay couple on their street.
“How are you tonight?” Mason draped a hand on his knee. Great. Noah thought. Another reason he hated these soirees: Mason Jarvis was not a fan of the word ‘no.’
“I’m great how are you?” Noah patted the hand and took the opportunity to remove it from his leg.
“Wonderful.”
“Good.” Noah said and nodded unable to fill the awkward silence that followed. Thankfully though his phone rang at that precise moment, “Jones. Really…right now…are you sure? Ok.”
He got up to leave and remembered his manners just in time, “I’m sorry Mason…”
“Duty calls.” Mason said disappointed.
Noah nodded and walked over to Luke interrupting what he was sure was a riveting conversation.
“Baby?”
Luke turned, “There you are. Are you alright?”
Noah pulled him away gently, “I have to go.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, “No you don’t.”
“Yeah I do. Work emergency.”
“Noah…”
Noah held up his phone, “I’m not making it up I promise. Sorry.” Noah gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“You’re not that sorry.” Luke whispered in his ear before Noah bolted out of the door.
Noah rushed home, grabbed his keys and headed off. As Noah roared down the highway his phone, once again, rang. He switched to his bluetooth, “Casey…where are you? You’re where? Alright give me a few.”
Noah pulled into a deserted parking lot 10 minutes later and drove to the far end. He exited his car and began walking when he heard the faint sounds of footsteps behind him. He easily slowed down his steps and swiftly reached into the right side of his jacket. Once he felt the cool metal steel he stopped suddenly and whirled around pointing the barrel of his Smith & Wesson .40 caliber into the face of a blonde, young man.
“Whoa there, Ace.” The young man smiled .
Noah exhaled and lowered the weapon, “Casey what the hell?”
“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” He laughed easily.
Noah shook his head, “Why did you want to meet…here?” Noah looked across the street at Spin Night Club: one of Chicago’s premiere gay clubs.
“Because…that’s where Wesley is.” Casey explained.
“Grand.”
“Come in and change in the van and I’ll tell you all about Dr. Reid Oliver.”
“Who?” Noah asked as he followed.
“Our next job…was recruited to make some performance enhanced drug-“
“Steroids?” Noah interrupted as he removed his shirt.
“Uh…steroids on crack on speed.” Casey clarified then sniffed, “you smell like baby.”
Noah groaned and pulled on pants, “I was at a dinner party. Luke wanted to go.”
Casey snorted, “That’s what happens when you marry a temporary cover.”
“Shut up Luke is a great guy.” Noah defended.
“Oh yeah nice farm boy from Oakdale turned publisher. Sounds super exciting.”
“I’m sorry how long have you been married?” Noah shot back.
“Never gonna happen buddy.”
“Ok…I’m ready.” Noah exited the van and straightened up. He was dressed in skin tight black
jeans, a light-blue short sleeved shirt , and black leather jacket.
“Aw honey you look pretty.” Casey gushed.
Noah shrugged, “Thanks sugar.”
Casey laughed, “Ok…go get em.”
“Meet me out back.”
Noah smoothed down his hair and crossed the street towards the club. He walked up to the bouncer bypassing the extremely long line. He nodded to the man and entered through the double doors. It took a moment to adjust to the constant change in lighting and to the smoke that permeated throughout the club. He scanned the room, zeroing in on his target as he made his way to the bar. After ordering a drink and sipping casually, he continued to stand there allowing the man to notice him. They made eye contact quickly and often with Noah giving him a slight smile for encouragement.
Wesley, according to the file, took a shot of whatever he was drinking and got up from the table. He looked sideways at Noah before heading down a dark corridor. Noah followed suit. He made his way down the same dark corridor to find Wesley waiting for him outside the bathroom. Noah leaned in close, propping himself up by placing his hands on the wall above Wesley’s head. They smiled at each other before Wesley ducked under Noah’s arms and ducked into the bathroom. Noah followed him and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door and watched.
“You’re gonna stand there all night?” Wesley asked him.
Noah smirked and strode over to him in three, fluid steps, “No.”
Noah turned him around so that he was facing the opposite wall and kissed his neck.
“Oh I love that.” Wesley moaned.
“You like that bad boy?” Noah purred.
“Yeah I do. I love it.” Wesley moaned in response.
“You like selling illegal weapons to bad men?” Noah asked as he brought his arm up to Wesley’s neck.
“Wha--?” Wesley’s oxygen was cut off by Noah’s vice grip.
“Shh…” it didn’t take long for Wesley to pass out, “Good boy.”
Noah hoisted Wesley’s light body over his shoulder and went to the window. He climbed onto the couch an opened the window. As soon as he did so, Casey’s face popped up.
“That was quick.” Casey remarked.
“Quick and easy.”
“Just the way you like it.”
Noah rolled his eyes, “Hughes. Here take him.” He handed Wesley over, arms first, through the small window to Casey.
“Ok I got it from here.” Casey informed him after he had gotten the unconscious man into his van, “Your clothes are back in your car. See ya babe.”
Noah hopped off the ledge, cleaned up and walked out of the club casually. He was back home within the hour.
~~~
“You have glitter on your face.”
“What?” Noah turned to Luke. They were both in bed, they had decided to turn in early, reading.
“You have glitter…on your face.” Luke repeated and proceeded to remove said glitter.
“Oh…thanks.” Noah said casually. He looked sideways to see Luke watching him, “What?”
Luke rolled his eyes and sighed, “Why do you have glitter on your face Noah?”
“Oh that emergency job…involved a stripper.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, “Really? That’s all I’m gonna get?”
Noah chuckled, “Trust me…that’s all you want to get. Besides…I can’t divulge anything about my cases you know that.” Noah wasn’t in the mood to make up a lie, “I’m gonna turn in.”
“Ok…goodnight.” Luke said. He accepted a kiss on the cheek before Noah turned off the lamp on his side of the bed. He tried to keep reading but something was off: Noah was lying and he knew it. He didn’t for one minute believe that story, but it would have to wait until after he took care of Oliver.
Chapter Five
Author: dancingelf88
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Disclaimer: If only….
Summary: Luke and Noah Jones live a mundane happy life until a secret shatters their world
Chapter IV: Dinner Party
“You’re late. I told you 6 o’clock.” Luke started as soon as Noah walked through the door.
“I got caught up at work.” He defended.
“Well hurry up. We don’t want to be late.” Luke hustled him upstairs.
“We don’t?”
“Go!” Luke ordered. Despite his insistence, Luke was in no hurry to go either. He was waiting for Maddie’s call about Dr. Oliver and dinner with Sally and Joe was always a test in frustration.
“Carter did the most adorable thing. He looked at me and said ‘poo.’ I almost died.” Sally explained to a room full of awws. Noah was two seconds away from pulling out his gun…if it wasn’t for the small infant currently cooing in his lap, the aforementioned Carter, who got dumped in his lap as soon as he sat down. For some reason babies loved him. He was really praying he didn’t drop him. Thankfully, Carter started crying for his mother who quickly scooped him up.
As soon as he was able Noah sneaked into a corner and did what he did best: blended and observed. He surveyed the living room abuzz with all the neighbors chatting happily about kids and work and what-have-you. He couldn’t have had less in common with any of them. But somehow Luke insisted they socialize: so Noah did…to a degree.
“Noah! Hi!” he looked up at the sound of his name.
“Hi Mason.” Mason was one half of the other gay couple on their street.
“How are you tonight?” Mason draped a hand on his knee. Great. Noah thought. Another reason he hated these soirees: Mason Jarvis was not a fan of the word ‘no.’
“I’m great how are you?” Noah patted the hand and took the opportunity to remove it from his leg.
“Wonderful.”
“Good.” Noah said and nodded unable to fill the awkward silence that followed. Thankfully though his phone rang at that precise moment, “Jones. Really…right now…are you sure? Ok.”
He got up to leave and remembered his manners just in time, “I’m sorry Mason…”
“Duty calls.” Mason said disappointed.
Noah nodded and walked over to Luke interrupting what he was sure was a riveting conversation.
“Baby?”
Luke turned, “There you are. Are you alright?”
Noah pulled him away gently, “I have to go.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, “No you don’t.”
“Yeah I do. Work emergency.”
“Noah…”
Noah held up his phone, “I’m not making it up I promise. Sorry.” Noah gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“You’re not that sorry.” Luke whispered in his ear before Noah bolted out of the door.
Noah rushed home, grabbed his keys and headed off. As Noah roared down the highway his phone, once again, rang. He switched to his bluetooth, “Casey…where are you? You’re where? Alright give me a few.”
Noah pulled into a deserted parking lot 10 minutes later and drove to the far end. He exited his car and began walking when he heard the faint sounds of footsteps behind him. He easily slowed down his steps and swiftly reached into the right side of his jacket. Once he felt the cool metal steel he stopped suddenly and whirled around pointing the barrel of his Smith & Wesson .40 caliber into the face of a blonde, young man.
“Whoa there, Ace.” The young man smiled .
Noah exhaled and lowered the weapon, “Casey what the hell?”
“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” He laughed easily.
Noah shook his head, “Why did you want to meet…here?” Noah looked across the street at Spin Night Club: one of Chicago’s premiere gay clubs.
“Because…that’s where Wesley is.” Casey explained.
“Grand.”
“Come in and change in the van and I’ll tell you all about Dr. Reid Oliver.”
“Who?” Noah asked as he followed.
“Our next job…was recruited to make some performance enhanced drug-“
“Steroids?” Noah interrupted as he removed his shirt.
“Uh…steroids on crack on speed.” Casey clarified then sniffed, “you smell like baby.”
Noah groaned and pulled on pants, “I was at a dinner party. Luke wanted to go.”
Casey snorted, “That’s what happens when you marry a temporary cover.”
“Shut up Luke is a great guy.” Noah defended.
“Oh yeah nice farm boy from Oakdale turned publisher. Sounds super exciting.”
“I’m sorry how long have you been married?” Noah shot back.
“Never gonna happen buddy.”
“Ok…I’m ready.” Noah exited the van and straightened up. He was dressed in skin tight black
jeans, a light-blue short sleeved shirt , and black leather jacket.
“Aw honey you look pretty.” Casey gushed.
Noah shrugged, “Thanks sugar.”
Casey laughed, “Ok…go get em.”
“Meet me out back.”
Noah smoothed down his hair and crossed the street towards the club. He walked up to the bouncer bypassing the extremely long line. He nodded to the man and entered through the double doors. It took a moment to adjust to the constant change in lighting and to the smoke that permeated throughout the club. He scanned the room, zeroing in on his target as he made his way to the bar. After ordering a drink and sipping casually, he continued to stand there allowing the man to notice him. They made eye contact quickly and often with Noah giving him a slight smile for encouragement.
Wesley, according to the file, took a shot of whatever he was drinking and got up from the table. He looked sideways at Noah before heading down a dark corridor. Noah followed suit. He made his way down the same dark corridor to find Wesley waiting for him outside the bathroom. Noah leaned in close, propping himself up by placing his hands on the wall above Wesley’s head. They smiled at each other before Wesley ducked under Noah’s arms and ducked into the bathroom. Noah followed him and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door and watched.
“You’re gonna stand there all night?” Wesley asked him.
Noah smirked and strode over to him in three, fluid steps, “No.”
Noah turned him around so that he was facing the opposite wall and kissed his neck.
“Oh I love that.” Wesley moaned.
“You like that bad boy?” Noah purred.
“Yeah I do. I love it.” Wesley moaned in response.
“You like selling illegal weapons to bad men?” Noah asked as he brought his arm up to Wesley’s neck.
“Wha--?” Wesley’s oxygen was cut off by Noah’s vice grip.
“Shh…” it didn’t take long for Wesley to pass out, “Good boy.”
Noah hoisted Wesley’s light body over his shoulder and went to the window. He climbed onto the couch an opened the window. As soon as he did so, Casey’s face popped up.
“That was quick.” Casey remarked.
“Quick and easy.”
“Just the way you like it.”
Noah rolled his eyes, “Hughes. Here take him.” He handed Wesley over, arms first, through the small window to Casey.
“Ok I got it from here.” Casey informed him after he had gotten the unconscious man into his van, “Your clothes are back in your car. See ya babe.”
Noah hopped off the ledge, cleaned up and walked out of the club casually. He was back home within the hour.
~~~
“You have glitter on your face.”
“What?” Noah turned to Luke. They were both in bed, they had decided to turn in early, reading.
“You have glitter…on your face.” Luke repeated and proceeded to remove said glitter.
“Oh…thanks.” Noah said casually. He looked sideways to see Luke watching him, “What?”
Luke rolled his eyes and sighed, “Why do you have glitter on your face Noah?”
“Oh that emergency job…involved a stripper.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, “Really? That’s all I’m gonna get?”
Noah chuckled, “Trust me…that’s all you want to get. Besides…I can’t divulge anything about my cases you know that.” Noah wasn’t in the mood to make up a lie, “I’m gonna turn in.”
“Ok…goodnight.” Luke said. He accepted a kiss on the cheek before Noah turned off the lamp on his side of the bed. He tried to keep reading but something was off: Noah was lying and he knew it. He didn’t for one minute believe that story, but it would have to wait until after he took care of Oliver.
Chapter Five