Luke and Noah fic

[merepersiflage]

Title:The Night Before the Wedding
Author: merepersiflage
Pairings: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Category: first time
Word Count: 9800
Summary: Did you see the title? Yeah, that would be it.
Warnings: m/m sex, language, schmoop, porn
Spoilers:through March 6
Disclaimer: I am not a crack monkey. Therefore I do not write for ATWT.



Holden was sipping his coffee, watching the weak spring sun try to burn off the misty haze of thawing earth when Luke came downstairs, hair still dark and wet from his shower.

They’d fed the horses this morning side-by-side in silence. Holden didn’t know what to say to him. What could he say to his son when the boy Luke loved was marrying someone else tomorrow?

Still without a word, Luke went into the pantry and came back out, slapping a key on the counter next to Holden’s coffee mug. Holden met his son’s eyes as Luke looked steadily back.

“Noah and I are going to stay at the house tonight.”

Luke made it a statement, but there was still a question in his voice, a request for understanding and permission. Holden knew what Luke was asking, what Luke was telling him.

Hands braced wide against the counter edge, Holden asked, “Don’t you think…this might make it harder?”

“Dad, I really don’t think it could get any harder. I just-I need-we need-please?”

Luke had his mother’s eyes, and Holden had never been able to deny that look from Lily either. Holden picked up the key and put it back in Luke’s hand. “Be…safe.”

Luke’s cheeks flushed and he lowered his eyes. “Okay, Dad.”

* * * * *

Somehow Luke’s literature class was going to have to handle discussing Goldsmith without him because he had a lot to do before Noah’s last class got out at 3:10. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all last night, the green numbers on the digital clock shifting along, not only reminding him how few hours there were until he had to get up and be the smiling and supportive Luke Snyder, but how many hours there were until Noah’s wedding. Every time Luke used that word wedding Noah would protest, call it a marriage, call it a service and arrangement. But it still was going to be a wedding and sometime between when he looked at the clock at three-seventeen and when he got up at five to help Dad in the barn, Luke made a decision about the wedding he was never going to get.

Even with all his preparation, he still beat Noah to the truck. As Noah approached, he wore that adorably confused look that made him Luke want to smooth out his brow with his thumb and kiss away that hesitant smile.

“Luke? I thought you had class.”

“Ditched.” Luke smiled, even though the feelings in his gut were anything but smile-inducing. Fear, anxiety and horniness, yeah. Cheerful, no.

“Luke Snyder ditched class. Wow.” Noah looked down. “What’s that?”

“A bag.”

“Yeah, it’s mine. What’s in it?”

“Some clothes.”

“Luke, I don’t know what’s going on but-” No more confused look. Eyes narrowing the way they did before a Noah-style explosion. And there’d been too many of those since that letter from the Colonel. If only being locked up in jail had been enough to keep him out of their lives for good.

Luke pulled Noah closer with a hand on his hip. “Gimme your keys.”

Noah shook his head and stepped back. “Luke. We talked about this. I’m-I can’t.”

“Can’t let me drive your truck?”

“No, I mean I’m doing this tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know. But tonight.” Luke swallowed. “We’re doing something together.”

Noah’s face changed, eyes widening, lip caught between his teeth as a flush darkened his cheeks. He looked down and then fished the keys from his pocket. Luke’s palm tingled as Noah pressed the keys against his hand.

“But I’m still-”

Luke pressed three fingers against Noah’s lips. “I know you are. Now get in the truck.”

* * * * *

Noah followed Luke through the house. He knew that Luke had lived here-was living here when they met-but he just always associated Luke with the farm that he’d forgotten about this house.

“My room.” Luke pushed open the door.

As much time as they spent together on the farm, Noah had kept his promise to Emma, and Luke’s time in the chair had kept him from visiting Noah at his dorm. For the first time they were alone together in a room-with a bed.

Noah tried not to think about that too much, about the fact that with two quick steps they could be horizontal on a soft surface where no one would be looking for them any time soon. Instead, he tried to find some trace of the Luke he knew in this room. It was almost as if Luke had been hiding himself while he lived here. There were no posters or pictures on the wall, but on top of the desk, a framed shot of Luke and Maddie at their prom. Noah looked away from it. “So why are we here?”

Luke’s voice cracked like it always did when he was trying to pretend to that something was funny when he knew it really wasn’t. “It’s your last night as a free man. Aren’t you supposed to do something special?”

“Here?”

Luke nodded. “We’re alone. Finally.”

“And?” Luke had given Noah so many mixed messages about sex over the past month that Noah wasn’t going to assume anything.

Luke sat on his bed, dropping the bag at his feet. “You can say nothing’s going to change between us after tomorrow, but you don’t know that.”

Noah sat next to him and grabbed his hand. “Yes I do. It’s not going to change how I feel about you.”

Luke looked at their hands and wouldn’t meet Noah’s eyes.

“What is it?” Noah asked. “You don’t believe I love you? Because Luke-”

Luke looked up. “No, it’s not that. I believe it. I just-” Luke’s smile turned sheepish. “I want to feel it.”

“Feel it, huh?” Noah quirked a brow at him.

The tension left Luke’s shoulders and something hot and sharp stirred in Noah’s gut.

“Feel it how?” Noah leaned forward and kissed him. Jesus, he was never going to get tired of Luke’s lips.

Luke’s lips parted and when Noah slipped a hand around the back of Luke’s head, he really kissed Noah back. Hard and wet, Luke’s tongue stroking along his with a charge that went right to Noah’s dick. He willed it down. God, what if they were interrupted-again. Or Luke changed his mind-again.

Luke’s hands tightened on Noah’s shoulders and hell what was another round of blue balls because kissing Luke always felt like something he couldn’t live another second without. It was a cold drink when he was dying of thirst, a warm soft bed when he was exhausted.

Luke used his grip on Noah’s shoulders to push him onto his back. They’d only made out lying down a couple of times, on the sofa on the porch, ears straining for any sounds. Once in the barn, pressed up against an empty stall door, grinding together until they both came in their jeans and then Luke got uncharacteristically quiet for a few days and Noah just waited in confusion, and they never mentioned it again.

Luke lifted his head, and Noah tried to drag him down again. Luke pulled free and rolled onto his hip.

“What?” Noah said.

“I need more than-than just making out and you know I’ve been all right with waiting because I wanted you to be sure, but now it feels like there’s a deadline, and the deadline’s tomorrow.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were going to plan it out, make it perfect, not just do it because-the nice slow burn in Noah’s stomach went cold. “You still don’t trust me? You think I’m not sure I’m gay? Luke, I’m gay. Okay? I know it. I think about this, about you and us, all the time and-” he reached down and palmed Luke’s dick through his jeans. “I want this.”

Luke’s hips bucked and Noah reached for the button under his thumb, watching Luke’s eyes change, watch the uncertainty get swallowed up by something dark and warm. Luke’s lips curved. Those lips. On his dick. Noah got lightheaded. He had to slow down.

“So you want-“ what could he say, Want to fuck? Make love? Have sex? No. Too crude, too girly, too clinical. “What do you want?”

Luke’s hand pushed up Noah’s shirt, rough palm sliding on Noah’s belly and fingers sliding under the waistband of his jeans, his briefs. “I want-everything. Everything we could have if-” those thick lashes dropped “if it was our wedding night.”

Luke’s hand kept dipping lower and Noah discovered that the distance between interested and so hard he couldn’t think straight was one stroke of that hand. He still couldn’t help feeling that Luke was demanding some kind of proof from him, and damn if he wasn’t going to give it to him.

Ignoring his dick’s protest, he pulled Luke’s hand away, slid off the bed and unfastened Luke’s jeans. Luke wanted to know? He yanked on the jeans hard enough to slide them off Luke’s hips. Dropping to his knee, he shoved the white cotton briefs out of the way. Nothing says I’m gay like a dick in your mouth, right?

He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do, felt like maybe there should be a few instructions written down here, but when he breathed in the smell of Luke’s body, Noah’s mouth watered, and yeah, maybe you were just born gay because instinct took over. He licked up the side, found soft skin, hard heat underneath. Luke’s thighs twitched.

Noah didn’t want twitching. He wanted bucking and moaning. He let his mouth fill with spit and wrapped swallowed the head, sliding it in over his lips, tongue moving like in a kiss.

Luke sometimes made that sound when they made out, when Noah used his teeth and tongue on Luke’s neck. That deep groan that seemed to shudder out of him, like he didn’t want anyone to hear it. Luke’s hips came up off the bed and the head of his cock slammed against the back of Noah’s throat and he wasn’t ready for that. He backed off.

“Sorry, oh fuck sorry, Noah.”

Noah smiled. Luke had a filthy mouth in bed. He pushed Luke’s shirt out of the way, got a hand pressed flat on the dark blonde hair below his navel and used his other hand to guide Luke’s dick back into his mouth. He slowed down his tongue, trying to find what would get Luke to swear again. Another shuddered groan when he licked the bitter taste from Luke’s slit, but an oh fucking hell when he combined a suck with the flick of his tongue under the rim.

He could bob about halfway down now, even as Luke’s cock thickened, forcing Noah’s jaw wider. When he moved his hand to roll Luke’s balls across his fingers, Luke dissolved into a constant stream of fucks and yeahs and an occasional please. Luke’s fingers slid into Noah’s hair, tightening, tugging, and his hips moved under the press of Noah’s palm.

The skin against his lips tightened, soft sac twitching in his fingers and Noah didn’t need the “Oh, fuck, Noah I’m-” to figure things out. He thought about it for a second and decided what the hell and kept right on sucking and swallowing as Luke shot in his mouth. He couldn’t swallow it all, the shock of bitter salt freezing him for a second and then Luke groaned again and Noah wanted every drop.

He groaned as he swallowed, and Luke gave a sharp cry and jerked away. After rubbing his chin dry on the inside of Luke’s thigh, he couldn’t help but drop a few kisses on the softening cock, short quick licks on the head. Luke shoved at his head.

“Can’t.” The word thick in Luke’s voice, deeper than Noah had ever heard it.

He sat back on his heels and got a good look. Luke’s eyes were closed, his lips open, the lower one dark red and swollen, like Luke had been biting it between moans and swearing. His shirt was halfway up his chest, and Noah had never really considered the stomach a particularly biteable place on the human body, but all he wanted was to leave tiny suck marks all over Luke’s fair skin, maybe even in the shape of his initials because the sight in front of him was beautiful, and if he didn’t fuck it up, it was his.

“Noah?” Luke’s eyes opened. His voice was much closer to its usual tone, but he sounded worried.

Noah slid his hands along Luke’s thighs. Luke rolled onto his side and kicked his jeans and briefs off the rest of the way.

Legs. God, look at his legs.

“Noah?”

Noah climbed up on the bed, pulling Luke toward him. Not worry, uncertainty again. Noah wanted to scream in frustration. He knew he’d been the one to make Luke feel that way once, messed with Luke’s head when his own was so very fucked up, but damn it, he’d never given Luke a reason to doubt him since. How could Luke not know?

As he watched, Luke’s eyes softened and got apologetic. Noah smiled and leaned into kiss him, stopping just before their lips touched. What if Luke thought it was gross to kiss after a blow job?

Evidently he didn’t since he lunged forward and grabbed Noah’s head. Luke’s tongue swept inside Noah’s mouth and Noah gasped. It’s not like he’d forgotten how much his dick was aching for attention, but trying his first blow job had been distracting enough to keep him from desperation. Now, he was ready to do just about anything to get off, even if he had to come in his jeans again.

Luke panted against his lips. “What do you want?” His hand reached down to cup Noah’s dick and Noah swore it jumped two inches to meet Luke’s palm.

His nervous laugh slipped out of his mouth. “Everything.” And it was true. There wasn’t a part of Luke’s body that he didn’t want to touch with his hands, his mouth, his dick.

Luke was rubbing slowly, enough to ease the ache, but not really enough, not enough at all. Noah knew he could read Luke better than anyone now, and he could see the calculations going on behind those eyes. Luke was trying to figure out what Noah wanted. But what did Luke want?

For all his verbal skills, and the easy way he could express what he was feeling, Luke had been pretty non-specific about what he wanted in bed. Noah remembered what Luke had said. I want to feel it. He rolled Luke on top of him. Luke grabbed at his shoulders as Noah’s dick settled into the groove above Luke’s hip.

Luke shifted, giving him some sweet pressure and friction. But that wasn’t what he wanted. What either of them wanted. For the months when Luke was in the chair, Noah had spent way too much time in his dorm room while his roommate went to party after party. He didn’t think there was a gay porn site on the net he hadn’t found and jerked off to. He had a pretty specific fucking idea of what he wanted.

Noah let his hand slide down Luke’s back, until his fingers slid down the crease of Luke’s ass. Holding his breath, he pressed the tip of one finger against that soft indentation. “I want this.”

“Okay.” Luke’s voice sounded like he was holding his breath, too.

Okay, I think I should let you? Okay, I want to? Or okay, I suppose so?

Luke’s face was against his shoulder so that was no help. But then he moved his hips, forcing the tip of Noah’s finger into his body while his body cradled Noah’s dick.

“Tell me.” Luke’s voice was a breath in his ear. “Please.”

The words stuck in Noah’s throat. He just wasn’t . . . couldn’t. Maybe if he only breathed it in his ear, and it was just for Luke-“I want to put my dick in you.”

Luke’s body arched against him and that wasn’t good because if that friction kept up he wasn’t going to get what they obviously both wanted.

So porn videos covered the basics, but sometimes the guys getting fucked looked like it really hurt, and Noah didn’t want to do that. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“I do.”

For a second, Noah forgot about his dick. Forgot everything under a flash of jealousy so hot he couldn’t fill his lungs. Coffee guy, Roth? The easy quick friendship with those we’ve-got-a-lakehouse guys? Luke had said he’d never done anything with a guy. When did he . . .

“Noah. No. I did some research.”

He could breathe again. Wow. That was side of himself he didn’t want to see much of. It was too close to the Colonel.

“I knew you’d been watching porn.” He tried to smile.

“No. I went to the library today.”

“And exactly how much information on gay sex was there in the OU library?”

“A lot.” Luke smiled and rested his forehead against Noah’s. “There were diagrams.”

“Diagrams, hmm? So are you qualified as an instructor now?”

“Oh yeah, there’s going to be a quiz and everything.”

“Then maybe you should be the one doing it.”

Luke’s smile faltered, eyes going back to that anxious search of Noah’s face.

There was a little of that anger still close to the surface and he let a tiny bit out. He grabbed Luke’s hand and shoved it between them “Jesus, Luke, does it feel like I don’t want to? I’m so hard I could cut glass with it.”

Luke laughed. “Where the hell did you ever hear that?”

“This guy on a base in Texas used to say it all the time.” And that wasn’t getting him any closer to his dick in Luke’s ass. “So, what does the research say?”

Luke pushed up to sit, straddling Noah’s waist.

“It said it’s easier when it’s a first time if the guy receiving is on top-that way he can-” Luke’s cheeks darkened. “Kind of control it.”

Noah looked down at the arrangement of their hips. “It seems like that might be… complicated?” He shrugged.

“Yeah, the diagram was pretty complicated. But there was one that looked good and it said if the guy-you-go slow-”

Slow wasn’t anything Noah thought his dick could handle at the moment. Maybe he should just jerk off first so that he could have more control, but Jesus, they were so close.

“Okay.”

Luke smiled down at him. “Hey, Noah? I think it’ll be easier if you take off your pants.”

“Fuck you, Snyder.” And they both laughed at that.

Luke climbed off and peeled off his shirt.

Noah’s mouth watered again. All that skin. The lines of muscles. He wanted to taste every inch-after. Because his balls were sending signals that mutiny was imminent.

Noah stripped as Luke reached into his backpack.

“And it said we’d need lots of this.” He handed Noah a bottle. “And these.” Luke’s throat worked as he put the strip of condoms on the bed.

“Yeah.”

Luke looked up at him, flashing him that bright smile that Noah hadn’t seen since he’d told him he was marrying Ameera. “Noah, you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

Luke moved stood up to strip the covers, giving Noah some time to study the bottle Luke had pressed in his hand. With the cylindrical shape and the rounded top, they certainly weren’t trying to hide the purpose. Even the name: Wet. Noah’s dick jerked against his stomach.

Luke had moved a pillow down to the middle of the bed and laid back across it, the pillow tilting his hips up so that his ass was in the air. Noah didn’t need to see the diagram. Yeah. That was going to work.

“So,” Luke swallowed hard. “When we’re ready-“

Fuck! Noah was so very far past ready. He wanted to whimper but that didn’t really seem appropriate.

“-you put that on your fingers and-”

He wondered if Luke was going to keep talking the whole way through and whether that would be hot or annoying or just embarrassing.

“Okay. Are we ready?”

Luke nodded.

But Luke’s dick was only half-hard against angled along the line of his groin. Noah flipped the cap and let some of the smooth liquid run over his fingers. He grabbed Luke’s dick.

Luke’s surprised grunt quickly turned into a groan. “Oh, fuck that feels good. Not like your mouth good, but God, way, way better than when I-”

Noah pressed forward and kissed him. The swearing was nice, but the play-by-play was going to make him laugh.

Luke’s dick thickened in his hand, the skin tightening as he stroked. Luke’s groan vibrated against Noah’s lips.

He sat back up and moved his slick hand down listening to Luke’s breathing change as he teased his balls and trailed a finger lower.

Luke tipped his hips higher, urging him. This wasn’t that different, right? He’d been able to do this with girls. He teased the opening, wetting it, never quite dipping inside. Luke didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, those long fingered hands. They rubbed along his chest, his thighs, finally twisting in the sheets as Noah kept circling, feeling the muscle quiver.

Luke lifted his head. “Do it.”

Noah did, pressing straight in, all the way to his hand. Luke hissed. The muscles tightened around his finger, a pressure Noah couldn’t even imagine on his dick. He waited, listening to Luke’s breath, watching his mouth. When his lips relaxed, Noah wiggled his finger.

“That’s-fuck No-ah, that’s---there’s supposed to be-if you--”

Noah bit back a smile. He poured more lube on his fingers and worked in a second one.

“Oh shit.” Luke’s head arched back, and Noah leaned down to lick those strong tendons, to taste the sweat. “That that that.” Luke started chanting.

Noah twisted his wrist and Luke shot off the bed.

“I know…said slow but…fuck, Noah…”

“Luke.” Noah turned his hand again, and Luke responded with a deep hoarse moan. “Shut up.”

He started moving his fingers in and out, and Luke didn’t have any more advice. But he did use a few words Noah had never heard from his lips before.

Luke reached for him, eating at his mouth, tongue flicking like the thrust of Noah’s fingers into Luke’s body.

“Okay, okay. Now would be good.” Luke grunted into Noah’s mouth.

Noah sat up again and reached for the condoms. He should have known that Luke would make him smile through this.

“Um. If you put some lube on your dick under the condom-”

Noah had to admit that was a good piece of advice, the problem was that he wasn’t sure he’d last long if he started stroking himself.

Luke leaned up on his elbows. “Or I could do it.”

It wasn’t fucking fair that Luke could make him go from laughing to almost coming in a blink. Wasn’t at all fair that he had those soft dark eyes that made everything he said sound so important, or a voice that Noah could feel like a hand on his skin, smooth and warm as flannel.

“I got it.”

He went as fast as he could, but he had to hand the condom to Luke because his fingers were too slick to tear it open. That was a mistake because Luke fucking did it with his teeth.

Noah started naming Billy Wilder movies in his head. In order. By date. With the cast alphabetically. Anything that would keep him from coming all over Luke’s stomach before he even got a chance to slide in.

He walked forward on his knees until Luke’s thighs were around his waist. And then there they were. Nothing like he’d thought. Laughter and sticky fingers instead of candles and the perfect music soundtrack. And it was fine. Because it was Luke and they were finally here.

“If you need-I mean-if-”

Luke’s smile went right to Noah’s gut. “Noah. Shut up.”

Noah held his dick at the base as he pressed forward. He could feel the resistance and he waited, fuck, who played Lieutenant Dunbar in Stalag 17? the resistance eased and he pushed the head of his dick into Luke’s body.

Okay. Billy Wilder movies weren’t going to cut it. Nothing was going to distract him from the way Luke felt around him. The heat and the tight pulse that just got tighter with every push. There was another moment when the constriction eased and Noah followed it, hips jerking him forward and if it was too fast he’d do anything to make it up to Luke but he had to, had to, everything screaming inside him to bury himself in all that hot muscle.

He held Luke’s thighs and looked at his face. Luke was biting his lip, eyes slits, hands in his own hair. All right so maybe telling him to shut up had been a bad plan.

“Luke?”

The words were quick, gasped between breaths and clenched teeth. “Feel you everywhere. Feel your pulse. Feel it when you breathe.”

And Noah felt it when Luke groaned. It vibrated between them, tightening on him.

Luke’s eyes opened. “Yeah. Oh fuck, Noah. Move.”

He tried, God he tried so hard to go slow, but big Noah was no longer in charge of things, and nothing mattered to little Noah but his hips driving him as hard and deep into Luke’s ass as he could go.

He grabbed Luke’s ass and lifted him just a bit and Luke’s body shook.

“Good. God. So fucking good.” Either of them could have said it but he thought it was Luke.

He leaned back for quick tight thrusts and Luke’s hands left his hair and covered his face, palms out, fingers clenching into fists as he ground them into his eyes.

And that was wrong. Noah wanted to watch him. He went back to the long deep hard thrusts, and reached out to pull Luke’s hands away from his face.

Their palms connected and Noah arched over him, braced himself on Luke’s hand pressed into the mattress, their fingers twisting together as Noah slammed forward. Luke’s other hand slipped between them, his knuckles hard against Noah’s belly as Luke jacked his cock.

“Oh fuck, do you think you can …?” Noah looked down into Luke’s face.

“Yeah.”

Noah watched Luke’s eyes as they both surrendered that last bit of control, as Luke’s hips rocking to meet his thrusts and their mouths barely forming words as they just breathed at each other.

Noah’s balls lifted, those warning sparks rushing down his nerves just as he felt the splash of warmth against his stomach. His fingers tightened until he thought he’d break Luke’s hand and then the pleasure exploded inside him, rushing down his dick in spasms so sweet he didn’t want them to stop and so hot he was afraid they wouldn’t.

The few brain cells that didn’t drain out through his dick reminded him to take care of the rubber, and as he eased out, Luke winced.

“Sorry.” He tied off the rubber and looked for the garbage and then just dropped it on the floor.

“That was the only part I didn’t like.” Luke said around a yawn.

“Bored?” Noah smiled.

“Exhausted.”

Noah shifted his weight off Luke’s chest, landing on his hip. He reached for Luke’s head. His hair was soaked with sweat as Noah lifted it and let it fall through his fingers. “Sleep.”

“Yeah.”

Noah tucked a hand under his head as he rolled onto his back. Luke shifted on his side, their legs tangled together. It wasn’t the biggest bed in the world. Bigger than the one in the dorm, but still they had to lie on top of each other. “Don Taylor.” Noah remembered with satisfaction. And dropped into sleep.

* * * * *

The first thing Noah knew when he woke up was that he was starving. The next was that they were in deep shit. It was dark out and his watch said it was seven-thirty.

“Luke.” Noah shook him awake.

“Hmm?”

“Get up. You’d better call your parents. We slept too long.”

“S’okay.” Luke’s hair stuck up in weird places and his eyes kept blinking. He should have looked ridiculous, but Noah thought it was hot. “I told Dad we were staying here tonight. S’why I brought your clothes.”

“Oh.” Noah relaxed back against the mattress. “Wait. Your dad? You told your dad? He knows?”

“Well, I don’t think he thinks we’re playing Scrabble.” Luke ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh God.” Noah could never look at Holden again. “What did he say?”

“I told him and he said what he always says. Be sure it’s the right thing and be careful.”

“So?”

“So what?” Luke sat up, the motion almost pushing Noah onto the floor.

“So was it the right thing?”

“Yeah.” Luke put his hand on Noah’s neck. “You know I was scared. Not like that it would hurt or anything but-we waited so long and I just kept thinking about it and it got to be such a thing that I didn’t know if anything could live up to it.”

Noah thought about all potential meanings in that statement. “And?”

“You’re much better in person.”

“Than?”

“In my imagination.”

“Oh.” That was good. “I’m starving. Can we get something to eat?”

“I’m sticky. I want a shower, but I’m sure there’s stuff in the cabinets and the freezer.”

“Shower then food?”

“Okay.”

Noah’s stomach felt like it had resorted to cannibalism, but he followed Luke into the shower. And his stomach could eat itself and his liver for all he cared because Luke was wet and naked and waiting for him.

“Hey.” Luke made room for him and handed off the soap.

He tried concentrating on being hungry, on scrubbing off dried come, but the water pouring off Luke’s shoulders made him have to taste it and before Noah could really think about it, they had their tongues in each other’s throats and soapy hands on each other’s dicks.

Luke was pulling hard and fast, just the right pressure on the shaft. Noah tried to show him what he needed with his hand on Luke’s dick, that stroke over the head, when Luke suddenly shoved him back against the tiles.

Maybe Noah was still asleep because it seemed like everything was happening in jump cuts. Luke shifting to let the water rinse Noah’s dick, the thrum of the water almost too much on the tight skin and then Luke’s mouth. Those lips on Noah’s cock, finally. And clearly there had been extensive diagrams for this because Luke had Noah’s knees shaking in about five seconds.

He didn’t want to miss watching, and when he looked down, he could see Luke watching him as he smiled and licked long and slow up the shaft, like Noah was his favorite flavor of ice cream.

His lashes lowered as he licked around the head, tongue flicking on the spot just under the crown and then his mouth again, hotter than the shower, and taking him in until the head hit the softness in the back of his throat and Luke groaned, vibration all over Noah’s dick. He made his hands fists and kept them pressed against the tiles because if he touched Luke’s head he was going to fuck his mouth as hard as he’d fucked his ass.

Luke was bobbing fast now, groaning and Jesus purring as his tongue never stopped. When he took him deep enough to hit his throat again, Luke swallowed.

Noah had planned to warn him, but that was just-no one could-Fuck! He was gone, hips pumping despite all his best efforts. When things came back into focus, Luke was standing in front of him, rinsing his hair and face under the spray.

His lips were as swollen as if they’d been kissing for hours and the water turned his thick eyelashes into spikes around his beautiful eyes.

Noah dragged him forward and kissed him. That was it. He could definitely die right now because nothing was ever going to be better than this night. And then Noah’s stomach issued a loud protesting rumble. Luke laughed and stepped away.

“If we can’t find anything in the kitchen, we can order a pizza.”

“Pizza would be great.” Or maybe not. Luke’s lips stained with sauce, his tongue chasing a string of cheese. Maybe they should stick to soup. And Luke could deepthroat the spoon. Noah was so very, very screwed.

Luke found a jar of sauce and some spaghetti and frozen meatballs. Spaghetti wasn’t porny at all, but the noodles flicking against his lips, the way he cleaned the corners of his mouth with his tongue. Noah was never going to be able to watch Luke eat anything again without thinking about that mouth on his dick. And if they ever had ice cream or subs again, Noah would be spending the rest of the day with an iron spike in his jeans.

It could have been just another night at the farm, cleaning up, doing the dishes, Luke flicking suds at him while Noah snapped Luke’s ass with the dishtowel. But it wasn’t the same, because this time Luke’s soapy hand dragged Noah’s to rub at the spot on his ass. Noah stepped in closer and there was a confident shine in Luke’s eyes. Noah’s hand rubbed Luke’s ass. And started thinking of what that ass felt like on his dick.

Luke’s wet hands landed on Noah’s shoulders. “You said you wanted everything.”

“Yeah.” He spread his legs enough so that their dicks could rub together. This was getting easier. Everything was easier now that Luke didn’t have that anxious look in his eyes.

“So are you ready for your quiz?” Luke’s smile made Noah’s dick twitch.

Could they do that again? Would Luke be too sore? He ran his hands down Luke’s ass and lifted him against him.

Luke squirmed free and put his own hands on Noah’s ass. “I was thinking the test should be a little different than the instruction.”

“Oh.” And in his head a bigger Oh. So, um, right. He had said everything, and Luke had said he wanted everything. But suddenly there were all these words in Noah’s head, the taunting voices of kids on army bases across the country: “made him his bitch” “bend over and take it, bitch” because there was nothing that made you less of a man. And the loudest voice of all the Colonel’s, drumming into his head from birth what made a man, that being a man was the only thing worthwhile.

Noah rested his hands on Luke’s shoulders. Luke was watching him, giving him time like he’d always done. It was hard to see unless you were looking for it, but a thin white scar ran across the top of the first two fingers on Noah’s right hand. He’d been ten on a fishing trip with family next door, Captain Miller and his two sons, and somehow Noah’s hand had gotten slammed in the car door. It broke one and cut the other to the bone. He’d almost passed out, and nothing had ever hurt like that since. Captain Miller had stayed with him while the doctor at the med center looked at it, had squeezed his shoulder when the shot of novacaine had him white and shaking and ready to puke.

The doctor went out of the room for a second and Noah put his head between his knees. Captain Miller wrapped his arm around Noah’s shoulders. “You’re very brave, son. But it’s okay if you cry.”

“Dad says a man never cries.”

“Not to contradict the Colonel’s orders, but anything a man does is manly, Noah. And you’ll always be a man.” Captain Miller patted him on the back, and Noah choked back the tears that were trying to find a way out of his throat.

Now he was a man standing in a kitchen thinking about his boyfriend fucking him.

“Noah, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

But he did want to. He wanted to let Luke inside him, prove to him how far he’d come.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

Noah knew damned well he hadn’t said that out loud and it freaked him out when Luke read his mind. He forced the fear and the shame down deep inside and locked it tight.

“You seemed to have a good time.”

“I did. But you don’t seem so sure.”

“I am.” Though he was anything but. “Just-”

Luke smiled again and warmth rolled from Noah’s stomach to his dick to his thighs. If only he was sure his ass would get with the program.

“I will.” Luke whipped the towel out of Noah’s hands and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Okay.”

Luke stepped back and pulled Noah with the towel. “Race you upstairs.”

The bedroom smelled like them, sex and sweat. Despite his nerves, every breath made Noah harder. Luke stripped off his shirt and stopped, staring at Noah, fingers hooked in the waistband of his sweats. Would Luke want to undress him? Was that how it was supposed to go?

“Noah, it’s still just us.”

Luke could read him so well. How could he not know how much Noah loved him?

Noah nodded and peeled off his shirt. Luke dropped his sweats , and Noah stood staring. Luke’s dick pressed up against his stomach, thick and hard. And it was going to be inside Noah. He didn’t think he could do this.

Luke stepped forward and in another one of those weird jump cuts, Noah found himself on his back on the bed. Luke kissed him, grinding his dick against Noah’s through his jeans. When Luke moved down to lick and suck on his nipple, Noah forgot what it was he couldn’t do because all the nerves in his body were otherwise occupied.

Luke grazed the sensitive skin with his teeth, and Noah bucked up around him. Luke kept moving lower, teeth and tongue and deep sucks of his mouth, leaving dark red patches in his wake.

He buried his face in the patch of hair below Noah’s navel, the tug of Luke’s teeth and the scrape of his stubble raising goosepimples all over Noah’s skin.

Luke opened Noah’s jeans and pulled them down his hips. “No more underwear, I think. I like you like this.”

Noah liked himself like this if it meant that mouth got on his dick that much faster. It did. Luke mouthed down the side and tongued his balls. Noah’s hips rocked as he tried to get closer to Luke’s mouth. Luke purred as he sucked one and then the other into that wet warmth.

Luke licked his way back up to wrap that wide mouth around Noah’s dick, sucking with the perfect balance of tight lips and soft tongue. Noah needed to get access to whatever book Luke had been reading.

Noah groaned as Luke pulled off with a wet pop, tonguing his way back down to Noah’s balls and holy fuck under them. His tongue on that tight stretch of skin made Noah gasp and grab at Luke’s head.

And Luke’s tongue trailed even lower and he wasn’t going to-

“Luke.” But the protest barely made it past Noah’s throat, before Luke’s tongue was there, licking around his hole, and so maybe this was going to work after all because Noah never knew there were that many nerves there or that they were all connected to his dick.

Luke’s tongue flicked, his hands lifting Noah’s ass off the mattress. Noah was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. Because he might beg Luke to stop or he might beg him not to and he couldn’t decide which would be worse. A wet swirl now, almost dipping inside. Noah’s thighs were aching from the tension of holding himself still, from trying to keep from pressing into Luke’s shoulders.

One of Luke’s thumbs slid along the crease, started rubbing where Luke was busy with his tongue, and then held Noah open as the tongue drove deeper inside. Noah jerked away, too open, too good, too much.

Luke sat back on his heels. “Did I hurt you?”

Hurt him? Noah’s heart was going to do an Alien number on his chest, but Luke definitely hadn’t been hurting him. “No.”

Luke’s eyes were intent and focused on his. “Is this okay? Do you want to keep going?”

Anything a man does is manly but maybe not on his back with his legs in the air.

“So were there any other diagrams?”

“Lots. There was another position it said might be good for a first time.”

“Yeah?” If it didn’t involve him bent over something or on his back Noah thought that sounded pretty good.

“On our sides.”

Sides. Yeah, Noah could do that. As Luke ducked out of the way, Noah kicked off his jeans and rolled to face the window.

He could hear Luke getting a condom, opening the lube, but he didn’t want to watch. This was much easier.

He tensed as he felt Luke’s body press against his back, but all Luke did was kiss the base of his neck, lick down his spine until Noah shuddered. Luke scooted his hips closer and they were pressed together, spine to toes.

Luke kept kissing him as one arm wrapped around Noah’s shoulder and the other started stroking down his chest, leaving a slick trail. Luke wrapped that wet hand around Noah’s dick and started stroking. And it wasn’t fair that Noah had wasted time today in class because Luke was good at this, and Noah felt like he’d really short-changed him but Luke hadn’t given him any warning that they were going to take this step and God-his hips flexed into that slow, even rhythm. Luke stopped for a second. Grabbing Noah’s hand, he poured some lube in it and dragged it to Noah’s dick.

“Just don’t come.” The words were a soft but steely order in his ear.

Luke lifted one of Noah’s legs over his own and started rubbing down the crease of Noah’s ass. Noah didn’t know which of them groaned louder when his thumb sank inside. Jesus, why didn’t anyone ever tell him how that could feel?

Luke licked the side of Noah’s neck while his thumb worked in and out, everything matching the slow rhythm of Noah’s hand on his dick.

Luke’s hand shifted and now there was pressure, nothing too much but more than his thumb, deeper, rougher, but it was still okay-weirder but okay. Better than okay with the deep grunts Luke was making in his ear.

This time when Luke stopped Noah knew what was coming. “Did it hurt?” he blurted, feeling the thick press of something way bigger than fingers, and way, way bigger than the hole where it was going to go.

“A little. At first. But then, God, Noah it felt so good.”

“Okay.”

The pressure increased, slowly but it still hurt, a lot more than a little.

“Oh fuck, Noah.”

Noah clenched his teeth. Luke wiggled his dick from side to side and Noah was rethinking the whole fingers slammed in the car door being the worst pain he could remember. This felt like all of the nerves in his body were being shredded.

“Luke.”

The pressure stopped and Luke pulled out.

“Sorry, Noah.”

“Are you sure you aren’t still partially paralyzed or something? Because that hurt more than a little.” His dick had wilted even as he stroked it.

“I think you need to relax.”

Relax? With that going on? Anyone who wanted to call himself a man should have to try this. Because there should be a fucking medal for bravery, for trusting someone with this, with guiding you through letting go enough to take someone inside your body.

“We don’t have to try again.” Luke said, warm deep voice soothing in his ear.

“I want to.” He’d gotten the merit badge, now he was getting the medal.

Luke pressed forward again, and it wasn’t quite fingers in a car door this time. Luke stretched up and Noah could feel Luke’s gaze on his face and tried to will his expression to relax. He wasn’t having any more luck than with his body.

Luke started to ease back, and Noah reached up to grab his thigh. “No. Don’t. Just stay right there.”

“Remember my physical therapy? It’s better if you don’t hold your breath.” Luke took over jacking Noah’s cock, his lips and tongue tracing patterns on Noah’s shoulder and neck while Noah tried to remember exactly how to breathe.

One deep breath and then another, and then his dick was back in the game, and Luke was sliding forward again, and while he wouldn’t call it good, it wasn’t bad anymore. He pushed Luke’s hand off his dick, and Luke grabbed at his hip. And that was it. That was what he needed because every nerve that had been shrieking was suddenly singing as smooth as Bing Crosby.

“What happened?” he gasped.

“I think you relaxed. God, Noah, this feels so good. Knowing I’m in you. I-oh God. Noah, can I move, please please can-”

“Yeah.”

Luke started rocking forward and Noah knew why this was a good position for the first time because no way could Luke slam as hard and deep as Noah had managed with Luke on his back. But the friction was good, everything was good now and when Luke’s mouth settled hard on his shoulder and started sucking, the shift did something that moved Luke a different way inside him.

Noah might not have done Luke’s research, but he knew what that was. He rocked back, trying to get that rub again.

Luke sucked harder, hard enough to hurt, but it didn’t matter because every jerk of their hips made Luke’s dick rub across Noah’s prostate and his dick wasn’t just back in the game it was going for a touchdown.

Given how he felt five minutes ago, Noah couldn’t believe he was actually going to say this but, “Harder.”

Luke did, finally releasing that bruised patch of skin, kissing it and panting and saying his name in a voice that sounded like it was being ripped out of him.

Noah sped up his hand, and Luke’s breathing got to the point that Noah was starting to realize meant he was seconds from coming.

Just as he felt Luke’s rhythm falter, he felt the build-up hit critical inside him and he let it go, spilling over his hand as Luke gasped and jerked against him.

Now that he’d come, his ass throbbed and his shoulder throbbed. Luke had bitten him just below his neck, almost on his collar bone and he could feel the heat pulsing in that spot. There’d be a dark bruise there tomorrow. Tomorrow when he got married.

How could he marry Ameera? After this, how could he turn away from Luke even if it was only pretend? Because her life depended on it. And because there wasn’t anything he and Luke couldn’t get through.

Luke eased away from him and he’d been right, the whole separating thing wasn’t fun. He reached back but Luke was rolling off the bed, coming back with a towel and Noah cleaned himself off as much as he could.

“I suppose I should shower.” Noah dropped the towel on the floor.

“Don’t. Please? I kind of want us to sleep just like this.”

All fucked out and still sticky and sweaty, smelling like each other and sex. Yeah, that was about right.

Luke climbed back on the bed. It seemed to take more shifting this time, but finally they managed to both get comfortable on their sides, a mirror of the way Luke had fucked him, with Noah folded around Luke’s body.

* * * * *

It was dark when Luke woke up. He looked at his watch. Four A.M. and he didn’t even have to get up and take care of the horses. Even better, Noah was here. Finally. And everything had changed between them. Luke felt a little drunk, warmth spreading around inside him, making him a little lightheaded. It was like he’d just been let in on the world’s biggest secret. No wonder everybody tried to keep you from having sex, because once you did-it totally changed everything forever.

Noah had rolled onto his back, and Luke flipped over so that he could pillow his head on Noah’s chest. Noah made an adorable sound, something between a sigh and a grunt and put his hand on Luke’s head, fingers slipping through his hair. Luke drifted back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, it was with a serious case of morning wood, though he couldn’t really be blamed when Noah was stroking his back, fingers just grazing the top of his ass before starting at his neck again.

“What time is it?” He yawned into Noah’s shoulder.

“Almost five.”

“We’ve still got a few hours.” Before anyone would expect them. Before they had to get ready for Noah’s wedding. The word still made his stomach queasy. It wasn’t going to be as easy as Noah said, but he couldn’t think of a single non-selfish reason to tell Noah not to do it.

Noah kissed his forehead, fingers still teasing along each vertebrae. “Are you awake?”

“Parts of me.”

Noah laughed, rumbling against Luke’s chest. “I can feel that. Any more research you want to try out?”

He’d loved the way Noah felt around his cock, knowing that Noah trusted him enough to do that, loved making him come. He loved sucking Noah, too. It made him feel like he had enough power and energy in him to light up Chicago. But he wanted Noah to fuck him again, to drive hard and fast in him, wanted it to go on forever so that they never had to go back to the farm and face everything that was going to happen today.

And he didn’t want to joke about it anymore. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Noah’s hand tightened on his neck and he dragged him forward for a kiss. If Noah didn’t care about sleep-stale mouths then Luke didn’t either. He let Noah take his mouth, ground his hips forward.

The dark morning seemed to make it easier for Noah to find words. “Want you on your knees. Want to fuck you from behind.”

Luke rolled onto his belly, and Noah lifted up his hips. Luke heard the snap of that bottle again and wondered if anyone would be able to flip open a bottle of ketchup around him without making his cock leak.

Noah’s breath teased his ear. “Are you sore at all?”

Luke didn’t care, because he wanted this, but he wasn’t exactly sore, just-extra aware. “No.”

Noah’s fingers slipped around his hole, and Luke rocked back, taking them in him all at once, fire and stinging stretch that was just what he needed.

Noah moved his fingers hard and fast, driving Luke’s breath out of him with every stroke, and he didn’t care, just slammed back against Noah’s hand, needing it to hurt a little, just enough to make his head stop reminding him of how close they were to morning.

Another snap of the cap and “Fuck!” because three of Noah’s fingers almost felt bigger than his cock, rougher, twisting inside until he rubbed them in nice slow circles, and when he found it, Luke didn’t care if Noah wanted to shove in his whole hand. Each press tapped through him, right to his cock, pleasure rocking him back and forth until he realized that the sound he heard was his voice saying “Now, now, now, now.”

Noah went into him more slowly than before, the pressure turning sweeter faster, as if Luke’s body remembered how good it was going to feel when they got going. Noah’s hands slid from Luke’s hips up his sides to his chest, thumbs flicking hard enough to make him shudder.

“Noah.”

Noah groaned and stretched over Luke’s back. As Noah’s weight settled against him, cock rubbing and stretching him inside, Luke dragged his head off his folded arms to pant and beg. “Move. Please, Noah.”

Noah did, but slow, so slow, like he was afraid of hurting him. If his ability to form complete sentences wasn’t lost somewhere in the sensations from his ass, Luke would have told him it wasn’t the same for him. It had been harder for Noah to get there, to relax and take Luke in, but Luke wasn’t having that problem. His problem was that he was going to come out of his skin if Noah didn’t start moving with a little purpose. But all Noah did was kiss the back of Luke’s neck, tiny quick presses of his lips.

“No-ah.” Shit. He was whining.

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

But Luke wanted him to. Wanted to still be able to feel him when he had to stand there while Noah made vows to a woman like he was never going to be able to do with him.

“Not hurting. Feels good.” Luke tried to rock back, but Noah had grabbed his hips and held Luke steady when he tried to jam himself down on Noah’s cock. “Noah, fuck me.”

All he got was a slow steady press, and then Noah started rolling his hips from side to side, all new sensations that lit Luke up from the inside. But it wasn’t getting Luke any closer to what he wanted, to feel Noah fall apart, to lose himself in fucking him. Luke arched his back and that drove Noah deeper, a thrust Luke could feel in his gut, his throat.

“Jesus, Luke, it’s-oh fuck.”

Now they were getting somewhere. Luke ignored the burning protest in his muscles and clamped himself around Noah’s cock.

Noah groaned , hot breath against Luke’s spine and started slamming forward.

“Didn’t want. Wanted to make it go forever.” Noah grunted the words as he thrust.

It was hard and deep, making Luke’s pulse pound in colors behind his squeezed shut eyelids. Luke slammed back onto him, though he didn’t know how long the strength in his thighs would last. Luke’s hands stretched out digging into the sheet, needing something to hold onto.

Noah dropped over him again, reaching out for his hand, lacing their fingers in a fist so tight, Luke could feel the sharp dig of their nails in his palm. The angle sent Noah hammering against his prostate and the research really failed to do that justice because Luke swore he could come just from that, from that steady building pressure that felt like Noah was fucking through to his dick. Noah’s other hand slid through Luke’s hair, lifting it from his sweaty neck, pulling him up from the mattress to twist him into a kiss.

They couldn’t keep it up long, and Noah let Luke’s head drop again, panting sticky warmth against his skin.

Noah whispered his name, all hoarse desperation like Luke was the only thing keeping him safe.

“Have to come, Noah, please.”

“Please. A little longer.”

Luke couldn’t even answer, just tightened the intertwined grip of their hands until he thought maybe their nails would tear through his skin. He arched his back again and Noah groaned so deep Luke could feel the echo in his spine, in his ass. Their bodies were slipping on a layer of sweat. Another one of those deep-to-his-throat thrusts and Luke was begging again. “Have to.”

“Let me. Want to.”

Noah’s hand slipped down Luke’s chest, fisted his cock and started stroking hard and fast like the slam of his dick in Luke’s body.

He didn’t know if it was seconds or minutes because he couldn’t think. It was just hot and wet and sparking through his body until he was pumping into Noah’s hand while he chewed on a pillow to keep from screaming.

Noah kept driving in, and Luke knew he’d feel him with every step he took today and that would be just fine, because Noah said his name in that hoarse voice again, jerking and shaking and twitching inside him.

They fell onto their sides. Luke didn’t want to shower, didn’t want to let Noah wash his come away, so that he ‘d have to wear him, smell him all day.

But that wasn’t going to happen. They’d have to be back at the farm in a few hours, showered and ready for the wedding.

* * * * *

Luke rested his hand on Noah’s shoulder as he fixed his collar. The knowledge of that bruise marking Noah under the jacket and shirt made him want to press harder.

Noah gave him a quick half smile. “So are we ready?”

Luke nodded, and reached for Noah’s hand, pressing their palms tight together. Noah looked down and Luke could see him remembering how tightly they’d held on when Noah was inside him.

Holding hands was never going to feel the same again. And just for a second, the thought of Noah holding Ameera’s hand as he made those promises to her didn’t hurt.

A/N: I got some nice encouragement from people in this fandom while I was writing this. Thanks, guys. I feel like it came out a little overly romantic, especially compared to my usual stuff, but that’s the way the boys are presented so I tried to write them that way. No more waking me up at two AM with your stories, okay boys? Thanks also to Jim Steinman and Meat Loaf for articulating Noah’s feelings so poetically in “For Crying Out Loud.” Lyrics here