FIC - Force of Nature (8/9)
Title: Force of Nature (8/9)
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: R - NC17 for the whole story
Pairing: Luke and OC, Luke and Noah.
Word count: 4,164
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Noah is a Professor at the California Institute of Seismic Research and Luke is a freelance investigative reporter...
As Noah opened the door to his apartment he could hardly believe that it had only been just over 48 hours since he’d left. So much had happened in that time that it seemed almost unreal… almost like some kind of dream.
The sound of breathing coming from behind him and the radiating body heat that he swore he could almost feel through his clothes, making his nerve ends tingle, reminded him of one thing that definitely was real… that Luke had come back to LA with him. And that they had shared one of the most…if not the most… intense sexual experiences he’d ever had only the night before. That thought made him more than a little nervous… making him feel like a giddy teenager all over again and he found himself saying the first thing that came into his head.
‘Um… sorry about the mess’ he shrugged a little sheepishly as he walked further into the apartment to pick up the empty beer bottle and discarded pizza box from the last night he’d spent here.
Luke followed him in, closing the door behind him. ‘Don’t you have to have more stuff to make a mess Noah’ he chuckled lightly as he looked around the sparse lounge.
‘Mikey can make more mess just by looking at things and…’ he started but his voice trailed off as he thought about how much he was already missing his son.
Noah turned to face Luke and his heart went out to him, standing there looking so lost. ‘Hey’ Noah said gently with a small smile, trying to get Luke to look at him.
His breath hitched when he saw those beautiful expressive eyes turn towards him.
‘You know he’s probably having a great time… eating anything he wants. Isn’t that what grandparents are supposed to do… spoil their grandkids a little’ he joked lightly as he tried to get Luke to smile. ‘Speaking of… let me fix you something to eat. You haven’t eaten anything since we left your parents’ he said as he gestured Luke towards the stools in front of the kitchen counter.
Luke sat down with a sigh, content just to let Noah take care of him for a little while.
‘A Grilled cheese ok?’ Noah asked over his shoulder as he busied himself in the kitchen.
‘Sure’ Luke said absentmindedly as he watched Noah working his way confidently around the kitchen. He couldn’t help letting his eyes trace a path down Noah’s back, watching the firm and taut muscles moving under the material of Noah’s t-shirt as he prepared the food.
Luke startled a little when Noah turned and slid the plate towards him on the counter. ‘There you go… enjoy. It’s not much but at least it’s quick and it’s hot’ Noah said with a small almost shy smile… a little embarrassed that he hadn’t got much more to offer Luke.
‘It smells wonderful’ Luke reassured Noah before taking a bite. He had to admit he hadn’t realised, what with everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, just how hungry he was until Noah had set the food down in front of him.
‘It’s just a grilled cheese and a little soup’ Noah shrugged as he took a mouthful of his own food.
‘Maybe next time I can cook you a proper meal’. The words were out of Noah’s mouth before he even realised what he was saying and he felt like there was an awkward pause between them. Yes they’d made love but Luke had said that he needed time and Noah had promised him all the time he needed and now he desperately hoped Luke wouldn’t think he was pressurising him. Shit! He wished he knew how to act around Luke… he couldn’t treat him like he was his boyfriend…not yet… so what were they?
‘It’s ok’ Luke shook his head. ‘I don’t know what we are either’ Luke said as he looked at Noah’s open and honest face and instinctively seemed to know exactly what was going through Noah’s mind.
Luke reached out almost subconsciously and found his thumb gently brushing away crumbs from the corner of Noah’s mouth before he even knew he was doing it. ‘But we’ll get there. Let’s just take one thing at a time ok?’ Luke smiled reassuringly.
Noah smiled back, nodding gratefully, as he took Luke’s hand and pressed his lips to the tips of long fingers before he stood and began collecting the dirty dishes and plates.
‘Here let me help’ Luke said hurriedly as he began to stand too.
‘No it’s ok…I’ve got it. Make yourself comfortable… you’re my guest’ Noah nodded towards the lounge as deftly moved Luke’s plate out of reach before he could get to it.
He side-stepped around Luke and busied himself with doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen; anything to avoid thinking about what would happen next… about where Luke would sleep tonight. Noah desperately wanted to ask Luke to share his own bed… wanted to feel the warmth and closeness of Luke sleeping next to him again. But he didn’t dare ask… or even assume… not after the trauma of the day. He would leave it up to Luke to decide.
‘How much time do you actually spend here Noah?’ Luke’s bemused question took Noah by surprise and pulled him out of his thoughts. Turning, Noah saw Luke looking through his still boxed DVD collection… the collection that he hadn’t got around to unpacking yet; in truth he didn’t think he ever would… this apartment didn’t really feel like home, only a place to sleep.
‘I guess growing up in different army bases we never really knew when we would have to move again… so most times we’d only really unpack the important stuff. I suppose it kinda rubbed off on me…’ Noah gave a small, self conscious shrug and added, ‘…just one of the things I’ve got my father to thank for’, before turning back to the sink.
The sadness and regret in Noah’s tone made Luke look up from the stack of DVD’s in his hand… all black and white classics… yes his Grandma Emma would certainly have liked Noah.
‘You don’t talk about him much’ Luke said as he put the DVD’s back and stepped across the lounge to stand next to Noah, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
‘What can I say…’ Noah replied. ‘We don’t exactly see eye to eye about a lot of things… my work…my friends…my lifestyle choices. Let’s just say that I’m the son he wished he never had… I… I don’t see him anymore’ Noah said with a sigh and turned his concentration back to cleaning the plate in his hand, annoyed with himself at the quaver of emotion in his voice… that his father’s rejection could still effect him so much.
‘Oh’ Luke replied and he didn’t need to know anymore… he knew exactly what Noah was talking about.
He reached out and laid gentle fingers over Noah’s forearm, squeezing slightly to get him to look at him. ‘I don’t know your father Noah but I… um… I think I’m getting to know you and if my son turns out to be half the man you are…then… well… then I’d be proud to call him my son and I’d make sure I’d tell him that everyday.’
Noah looked at Luke, his heartfelt thanks showing clear in his azure eyes. The depth of feeling Luke saw there made him want to make Noah feel better about himself… feel like he had some kind of self-worth and Luke found himself reaching up and stroking Noah’s cheek, the dusting of stubble sending pin pricks of arousal down through his sensitive finger tips.
‘You’re a good man Noah’ Luke murmured as he traced his fingers up along Noah’s jaw and around the back of his neck; pulling him down into a soft kiss.
The low moan that escaped Noah’s lips reverberated against his own and sent a surge of electrical stimulation coursing through his body and set his nerve endings alight.
Luke deepened the kiss, pulling Noah flush against his body, his hands roaming the broad expanse of Noah’s back. His body reacted automatically to the feel of Noah hardening against his inner thigh through the rough material of his jeans and he couldn’t stop his own moan from escaping his kiss moist lips.
For the second time in as many days they found themselves inexorably drawn to take this need… this want between them further and Luke let himself be led willingly by the hand towards the bedroom…
…
In his aroused state, Noah was amazed that they actually made it to the bed, especially with the way their hungry mouths had been devouring each other and their desperate hands had been relentlessly roaming and tugging at offending clothing.
But here they were, stood at the foot of the bed naked and hard; a trail of clothing left behind them.
‘So beautiful’ Luke murmured as he pushed Noah backwards onto the bed, having to pause at the erotic sight of Noah laid out in front of him, so trusting and open… just for him.
Noah looked up at Luke from the bed, his eyes full of desire, his chest flushed and heaving with anticipation, and knew the moment he looked into Luke’s eyes and he saw a flash of doubt there, that as much as he wanted to experience the intense sensation of being buried ball deep in Luke, it was just too soon for him.
Wordlessly he reached out and linked Luke’s fingers in his, pulling him gently down on top of him.
They both gasped as their hard and leaking cocks met in an erotic and desperate roll of their hips, increasing in intensity as their mouths sought each other out in an open mouthed, passionate kiss.
Pushing against Luke’s chest, Noah broke the kiss with a moan and reached over to open the bedside table drawer, delving in to pull out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
Locking eyes with Luke, he dropped them into Luke’s open palm, curling his fingers around Luke’s to close his fist loosely around them as inched his legs further apart, making his intention clear.
Luke sat back on his heels, his thighs straddling Noah’s, and he had to swallow hard as he saw the look on Noah’s face… a look that told him that no matter what… he would always be safe with Noah… that he would never hurt him.
That look made Luke want to give himself completely to Noah and he reached out to work his fingers up and down Noah’s length before he ripped open the condom, rolling it down over Noah in one fluid motion.
‘Luke… you don’t have to…’ Noah started, a mixture of concern and hopeful anticipation making his voice rough with emotion. He didn’t want Luke to do anything he wasn’t ready for but the anticipation of sharing this with Luke made him harder than he had ever been before.
‘Ssshhh Noah. I want to.’ Luke’s voice was breathless with his own nervousness and desire as he pressed his finger to Noah’s kiss swollen lips, silencing any further doubt.
Noah could only watch in open-mouthed awe as Luke drizzled some of the lube onto his long fingers before easing up onto his knees slightly, preparing himself one finger at a time.
Noah’s hands automatically went to Luke’s hips, fingers resting gently to offer support, realising too late that he was covering the faint lingering marks made by Jon’s cruel hands.
Luke barely paused as he registered where Noah’s hands were; this time instead of being reminded of Jon he was fuelled by the knowledge that he was starting something new… something better with Noah.
After working a generous amount of lube over Noah’s length, he leant forward to press his lips to Noah’s before easing further up onto his knees and guiding himself down onto Noah’s cock.
Every muscle in his body… every fibre of his being screamed at Noah to move as the tight heat of Luke surrounded him. He closed his eyes and mind against the urge, knowing that he would hurt Luke if he moved before he had adjusted to his girth and he never… ever wanted to hurt Luke.
A low moan from above him made Noah open his eyes and he was greeted by the most erotic sight he’d ever seen; Luke was biting down on his bottom lip, his head thrown back, eyes firmly closed as his hand slowly worked his own length to ease through the burn. Noah automatically reached out and wrapped his own fingers around Luke’s; their combined hands moving together.
‘Feels…so good… Noah’ Luke gasped as his eyes fluttered open and met Noah’s in a lust blown stare.
Noah almost cried out at the overwhelming sensation as Luke began to move; tentatively at first but with an increasing intensity that made Noah helpless to resist rocking his own hips up to meet Luke’s downward thrusts.
He could tell by the increasingly desperate movement of Luke's hips and by the erotic and breathless moans from above him that Luke was surging towards the edge, about to reach his climax. Noah reached up to run his fingers through Luke’s sweat damp chest hair, pausing to expertly tease Luke’s pert nipple before tracing his palm further up Luke's chest to reach around the back of his neck and pull him down into a deep open-mouthed passionate kiss.
‘Come for me… come for me Luke’ Noah breathed out against Luke's kiss swollen lips as he reached down between them and teased the pad of his thumb over the tip of Luke's hard and leaking cock, his fingers working up and down Luke's length.
Noah' s hot breath ghosting across his supple lips and sensitive skin and the feel of Noah touching him everywhere was too much for Luke to bear and, after one more downward thrust Luke released his climax over Noah's fingers and their stomachs.
The feel of Luke's muscles working his oversensitive cock and the sight of Luke becoming completely undone as the waves of his climax rolled over him pushed Noah to his own release and he shuddered up deep into Luke.
Luke collapsed forward onto Noah’s flushed chest as he struggled to control his breathing. He immediately felt strong arms encircling him, holding him close.
Noah just held Luke as they both came down from their post climatic high, struggling to control his own breathing, before making a move to ease out of Luke, knowing that this position couldn't be comfortable for him.
‘No Noah… please… just stay… just for a little while’ Luke breathed out unsteadily against Noah’s neck. He wanted to stay like this for just a little bit longer, he didn't want to lose the feeling of the fullness of Noah just yet.
Noah kissed the top of Luke’s head as he tightened his hold… if that's what Luke needed then that's what Noah would do…
…
Noah felt himself being pulled from a deep sleep, uncertain what had woken him. As his eyes flickered open and he saw the sunlight bathing Luke in an early-morning glow where he sat naked and cross-legged on the bed with his laptop open he realised that Luke's rapid keystrokes had woken him.
‘Luke… Luke… what are you doing?’ Noah's voice was rough with sleep as he curled his fingers around Luke's knee and rested his head against Luke’s hip.
‘I couldn't sleep, so I started writing the article’ Luke shrugged sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for waking Noah. He tilted the laptop towards Noah to show him what he'd written as he gestured towards the open files spread across the foot of the bed.
‘You've done all this already… how long have you been awake?!’ Noah asked as he gently rubbed circles over Luke’s knee.
‘A little while… maybe’ Luke replied, looking away not wanting to admit that he'd been awake for hours because he'd been thinking about Noah and about Mikey … about everything.
‘Why don't you call him? You know he's probably been awake for ages and has got his Grandma making him pancakes’ Noah smiled as he pressed a kiss to Luke's chest, inhaling the scent of them from last night, before leaning across him to hand him his phone.
Noah smiled softly as he heard Mikey’s excited voice at the end of the phone. He eased the duvet back and slipped out of bed padding towards the bathroom to give Luke some privacy as he spoke to his son.
Luke's eyes traced a path down Noah's bare back and over the firm lines of his ass and legs as he watched him go, trying to concentrate on Mikey's breathless babble of words.
‘Grandpa wants to talk to you’ Mikey said after he'd finished telling his dad that he’d helped his Grandpa with the horses. Luke chuckled as he heard a thud and muffled rustle as Mikey passed the phone to his Grandpa.
‘Is he okay Dad?’ Luke asked Holden… Mikey seemed okay but Luke just wanted to make sure.
‘He's fine son. I'm more worried about you… are you sure you know what you're doing?’ Holden asked, the concern clear in his voice.
‘I’m fine Dad. Don't worry about me. I've got a plan B if confronting Foster doesn't work out… I'm going to send the article to the editor as insurance.’ Luke explained.
‘That's not what I mean son. I'm talking about you and Noah’ Holden replied.
Luke had to stifle a gasp of surprise… although he really shouldn't have been surprised if he thought about it; his dad always seemed to know exactly what was going on with him.
‘Dad it's okay. Don't worry, Noah’s a good man’ Luke reassured his father softly, not wanting Noah to overhear.
‘I think he is too son. But it’s so soon after Jon… I just don't want you to get hurt again… I worry about you. Just take it easy okay?’ Holden murmured and Luke could tell from the soft tones that either Mikey or his mom were around and his dad didn't want to worry them.
‘I will. I love you dad and thanks for taking care of him… and me’ Luke added as he ended the call when Noah came back into the bedroom.
‘Everything ok?’ Noah asked, bending down to retrieve his boxer briefs from where they had been discarded the night before.
‘Yeah’ Luke sighed with distracted regret, watching Noah slip into his underwear and jeans, covering up his perfect body as his father’s words echoed in his thoughts.
Noah eyed him in concern, knowing that Luke wasn’t telling him everything… but he had come to trust Luke and he was sure that Luke would tell him what was bothering him when he was ready to.
‘We should get going soon’ Noah changed the subject, knowing that as much as he wanted to talk to Luke they really needed to confront Foster.
‘I'll go make some breakfast and call Danny if you wanna take a shower’ Noah continued over his shoulder as he headed out of the bedroom to give Luke sometime on his own…
…
‘Danny said there have been no more tremors on the same scale as before… only small after-shocks’ Noah said as they drove towards the Institute. When he'd spoken to Danny earlier on while Luke was in the shower his friend had agreed to meet them down the block from the Institute and sneak them past security so they could get in to see Foster.
‘That's good though… right? It probably means that Foster and Minegen are lying low until everything blows over and they can start mining again’ Luke asked as he looked over to Noah in the driver’s seat. As he watched him drive he couldn't help but think back to his Dad’s concerns. He could trust Noah right? Noah wasn't going to hurt him like Jon had… Luke knew that didn’t he?! He had to fight to stop the panic of old habits and insecurities from rising up inside him. He hated what Jon had made him… hated that he'd turned him into this nervous shadow of his younger self
Noah looked over at Luke, a frown passing over his features as he saw his expression. He decided to let it go… they didn’t have the time now to get into what was bothering Luke. He was about to answer Luke’s question when he spotted Danny on the sidewalk.
‘There he is’ Noah pointed and turned into a vacant lot.
‘It's so good to see you man. I'm so glad you're okay’ Danny smiled and almost pulled Noah out of the car in his eagerness to greet his friend.
Luke got out of the car and made his way round to the driver’s side, standing there with his hands loosely by his sides uncertain what to do as Noah embraced his friend.
‘Luke…’ Danny said as he pulled out of Noah's embrace and pulled Luke into one of his own. 'I'm glad you and Mikey are okay. You guys had me worried. It's been crazy here since I got those files for you. Foster's been stalking up and down the corridors checking on everyone to see what they're doing. I've never seen him so agitated.’ Danny explained as he stepped back from Luke and led them around to the back of the Institute…
…
The further they moved into the Institute and the closer they got to Professor Foster's office the more worried Noah became; what had he got them into, perhaps they should have just gone to the police… but he just knew they could get Foster to confess his involvement once they had shown him all the evidence.
As they opened the door to Foster's office Noah was shocked to see the dishevelled and unkempt appearance of his former boss; the professor’s bowtie was untied and hung loosely around his neck and his hair had the wild appearance of having fingers drawn through it in agitation. What shocked Noah the most was the almost frantic, wild look in the professor’s eyes as the movement of the door opening stopped Foster in his pacing back and forth across his office and made him look over at them.
‘You! What are you doing here?!’ Foster demanded when he saw Noah. He squinted hard at the folders in Noah's hand and recognised them immediately.
‘Those files are my property Mayer! How did you get them?!’ Foster tried to bluster his way out of the situation.
‘It's too late for that Professor’ Luke said as he stepped from behind Noah where he stood in the doorway. ‘We know about everything… the tampering with the equipment… the bank account… Minegen.’
The Professor's eyes narrowed as he recognised Luke as the reporter with all questions he'd seen at the news conference on the tremors. He looked between Luke and Noah as he tried to understand their connection… then it hit him… that was it; Noah had stolen the files and had gone to this… this reporter and now they were going to try to destroy him and end his career so that Luke could get all the glory and Noah would take his place as the head of the Institute! He couldn't let that happen… he'd worked too hard for everything.
‘This is going to appear in tomorrow’s Times’ Luke said as he slid a copy of his article across the desk towards Foster.
Foster sat down at his desk and pulled the article towards him, straightening his glasses as he read the headline ‘Exposed! The shocking truth behind the earthquake!’.
‘But if you tell us everything you know about Minegen… who your contacts are… how far up the corruption goes then we can talk to the police and tell them that you helped us… that you co-operated’ Luke urged him.
‘Professor… please help us. We have to stop this, we have to stop this now before there is another much bigger earthquake and more people get hurt or killed. Please Professor!’ Noah pleaded with Foster as he looked up at him.
Foster shook his head slowly. ‘I'm sorry. I can't let you do that. I've come too far for that’ he said as a steely determination settled on his features. Before either of them could react Foster slipped his hand into his desk drawer, pulled out a gun and levelled it squarely at Noah…
Chapter 9
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Author: Wheelie47
Rating: R - NC17 for the whole story
Pairing: Luke and OC, Luke and Noah.
Word count: 4,164
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Noah is a Professor at the California Institute of Seismic Research and Luke is a freelance investigative reporter...
As Noah opened the door to his apartment he could hardly believe that it had only been just over 48 hours since he’d left. So much had happened in that time that it seemed almost unreal… almost like some kind of dream.
The sound of breathing coming from behind him and the radiating body heat that he swore he could almost feel through his clothes, making his nerve ends tingle, reminded him of one thing that definitely was real… that Luke had come back to LA with him. And that they had shared one of the most…if not the most… intense sexual experiences he’d ever had only the night before. That thought made him more than a little nervous… making him feel like a giddy teenager all over again and he found himself saying the first thing that came into his head.
‘Um… sorry about the mess’ he shrugged a little sheepishly as he walked further into the apartment to pick up the empty beer bottle and discarded pizza box from the last night he’d spent here.
Luke followed him in, closing the door behind him. ‘Don’t you have to have more stuff to make a mess Noah’ he chuckled lightly as he looked around the sparse lounge.
‘Mikey can make more mess just by looking at things and…’ he started but his voice trailed off as he thought about how much he was already missing his son.
Noah turned to face Luke and his heart went out to him, standing there looking so lost. ‘Hey’ Noah said gently with a small smile, trying to get Luke to look at him.
His breath hitched when he saw those beautiful expressive eyes turn towards him.
‘You know he’s probably having a great time… eating anything he wants. Isn’t that what grandparents are supposed to do… spoil their grandkids a little’ he joked lightly as he tried to get Luke to smile. ‘Speaking of… let me fix you something to eat. You haven’t eaten anything since we left your parents’ he said as he gestured Luke towards the stools in front of the kitchen counter.
Luke sat down with a sigh, content just to let Noah take care of him for a little while.
‘A Grilled cheese ok?’ Noah asked over his shoulder as he busied himself in the kitchen.
‘Sure’ Luke said absentmindedly as he watched Noah working his way confidently around the kitchen. He couldn’t help letting his eyes trace a path down Noah’s back, watching the firm and taut muscles moving under the material of Noah’s t-shirt as he prepared the food.
Luke startled a little when Noah turned and slid the plate towards him on the counter. ‘There you go… enjoy. It’s not much but at least it’s quick and it’s hot’ Noah said with a small almost shy smile… a little embarrassed that he hadn’t got much more to offer Luke.
‘It smells wonderful’ Luke reassured Noah before taking a bite. He had to admit he hadn’t realised, what with everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, just how hungry he was until Noah had set the food down in front of him.
‘It’s just a grilled cheese and a little soup’ Noah shrugged as he took a mouthful of his own food.
‘Maybe next time I can cook you a proper meal’. The words were out of Noah’s mouth before he even realised what he was saying and he felt like there was an awkward pause between them. Yes they’d made love but Luke had said that he needed time and Noah had promised him all the time he needed and now he desperately hoped Luke wouldn’t think he was pressurising him. Shit! He wished he knew how to act around Luke… he couldn’t treat him like he was his boyfriend…not yet… so what were they?
‘It’s ok’ Luke shook his head. ‘I don’t know what we are either’ Luke said as he looked at Noah’s open and honest face and instinctively seemed to know exactly what was going through Noah’s mind.
Luke reached out almost subconsciously and found his thumb gently brushing away crumbs from the corner of Noah’s mouth before he even knew he was doing it. ‘But we’ll get there. Let’s just take one thing at a time ok?’ Luke smiled reassuringly.
Noah smiled back, nodding gratefully, as he took Luke’s hand and pressed his lips to the tips of long fingers before he stood and began collecting the dirty dishes and plates.
‘Here let me help’ Luke said hurriedly as he began to stand too.
‘No it’s ok…I’ve got it. Make yourself comfortable… you’re my guest’ Noah nodded towards the lounge as deftly moved Luke’s plate out of reach before he could get to it.
He side-stepped around Luke and busied himself with doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen; anything to avoid thinking about what would happen next… about where Luke would sleep tonight. Noah desperately wanted to ask Luke to share his own bed… wanted to feel the warmth and closeness of Luke sleeping next to him again. But he didn’t dare ask… or even assume… not after the trauma of the day. He would leave it up to Luke to decide.
‘How much time do you actually spend here Noah?’ Luke’s bemused question took Noah by surprise and pulled him out of his thoughts. Turning, Noah saw Luke looking through his still boxed DVD collection… the collection that he hadn’t got around to unpacking yet; in truth he didn’t think he ever would… this apartment didn’t really feel like home, only a place to sleep.
‘I guess growing up in different army bases we never really knew when we would have to move again… so most times we’d only really unpack the important stuff. I suppose it kinda rubbed off on me…’ Noah gave a small, self conscious shrug and added, ‘…just one of the things I’ve got my father to thank for’, before turning back to the sink.
The sadness and regret in Noah’s tone made Luke look up from the stack of DVD’s in his hand… all black and white classics… yes his Grandma Emma would certainly have liked Noah.
‘You don’t talk about him much’ Luke said as he put the DVD’s back and stepped across the lounge to stand next to Noah, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
‘What can I say…’ Noah replied. ‘We don’t exactly see eye to eye about a lot of things… my work…my friends…my lifestyle choices. Let’s just say that I’m the son he wished he never had… I… I don’t see him anymore’ Noah said with a sigh and turned his concentration back to cleaning the plate in his hand, annoyed with himself at the quaver of emotion in his voice… that his father’s rejection could still effect him so much.
‘Oh’ Luke replied and he didn’t need to know anymore… he knew exactly what Noah was talking about.
He reached out and laid gentle fingers over Noah’s forearm, squeezing slightly to get him to look at him. ‘I don’t know your father Noah but I… um… I think I’m getting to know you and if my son turns out to be half the man you are…then… well… then I’d be proud to call him my son and I’d make sure I’d tell him that everyday.’
Noah looked at Luke, his heartfelt thanks showing clear in his azure eyes. The depth of feeling Luke saw there made him want to make Noah feel better about himself… feel like he had some kind of self-worth and Luke found himself reaching up and stroking Noah’s cheek, the dusting of stubble sending pin pricks of arousal down through his sensitive finger tips.
‘You’re a good man Noah’ Luke murmured as he traced his fingers up along Noah’s jaw and around the back of his neck; pulling him down into a soft kiss.
The low moan that escaped Noah’s lips reverberated against his own and sent a surge of electrical stimulation coursing through his body and set his nerve endings alight.
Luke deepened the kiss, pulling Noah flush against his body, his hands roaming the broad expanse of Noah’s back. His body reacted automatically to the feel of Noah hardening against his inner thigh through the rough material of his jeans and he couldn’t stop his own moan from escaping his kiss moist lips.
For the second time in as many days they found themselves inexorably drawn to take this need… this want between them further and Luke let himself be led willingly by the hand towards the bedroom…
…
In his aroused state, Noah was amazed that they actually made it to the bed, especially with the way their hungry mouths had been devouring each other and their desperate hands had been relentlessly roaming and tugging at offending clothing.
But here they were, stood at the foot of the bed naked and hard; a trail of clothing left behind them.
‘So beautiful’ Luke murmured as he pushed Noah backwards onto the bed, having to pause at the erotic sight of Noah laid out in front of him, so trusting and open… just for him.
Noah looked up at Luke from the bed, his eyes full of desire, his chest flushed and heaving with anticipation, and knew the moment he looked into Luke’s eyes and he saw a flash of doubt there, that as much as he wanted to experience the intense sensation of being buried ball deep in Luke, it was just too soon for him.
Wordlessly he reached out and linked Luke’s fingers in his, pulling him gently down on top of him.
They both gasped as their hard and leaking cocks met in an erotic and desperate roll of their hips, increasing in intensity as their mouths sought each other out in an open mouthed, passionate kiss.
Pushing against Luke’s chest, Noah broke the kiss with a moan and reached over to open the bedside table drawer, delving in to pull out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
Locking eyes with Luke, he dropped them into Luke’s open palm, curling his fingers around Luke’s to close his fist loosely around them as inched his legs further apart, making his intention clear.
Luke sat back on his heels, his thighs straddling Noah’s, and he had to swallow hard as he saw the look on Noah’s face… a look that told him that no matter what… he would always be safe with Noah… that he would never hurt him.
That look made Luke want to give himself completely to Noah and he reached out to work his fingers up and down Noah’s length before he ripped open the condom, rolling it down over Noah in one fluid motion.
‘Luke… you don’t have to…’ Noah started, a mixture of concern and hopeful anticipation making his voice rough with emotion. He didn’t want Luke to do anything he wasn’t ready for but the anticipation of sharing this with Luke made him harder than he had ever been before.
‘Ssshhh Noah. I want to.’ Luke’s voice was breathless with his own nervousness and desire as he pressed his finger to Noah’s kiss swollen lips, silencing any further doubt.
Noah could only watch in open-mouthed awe as Luke drizzled some of the lube onto his long fingers before easing up onto his knees slightly, preparing himself one finger at a time.
Noah’s hands automatically went to Luke’s hips, fingers resting gently to offer support, realising too late that he was covering the faint lingering marks made by Jon’s cruel hands.
Luke barely paused as he registered where Noah’s hands were; this time instead of being reminded of Jon he was fuelled by the knowledge that he was starting something new… something better with Noah.
After working a generous amount of lube over Noah’s length, he leant forward to press his lips to Noah’s before easing further up onto his knees and guiding himself down onto Noah’s cock.
Every muscle in his body… every fibre of his being screamed at Noah to move as the tight heat of Luke surrounded him. He closed his eyes and mind against the urge, knowing that he would hurt Luke if he moved before he had adjusted to his girth and he never… ever wanted to hurt Luke.
A low moan from above him made Noah open his eyes and he was greeted by the most erotic sight he’d ever seen; Luke was biting down on his bottom lip, his head thrown back, eyes firmly closed as his hand slowly worked his own length to ease through the burn. Noah automatically reached out and wrapped his own fingers around Luke’s; their combined hands moving together.
‘Feels…so good… Noah’ Luke gasped as his eyes fluttered open and met Noah’s in a lust blown stare.
Noah almost cried out at the overwhelming sensation as Luke began to move; tentatively at first but with an increasing intensity that made Noah helpless to resist rocking his own hips up to meet Luke’s downward thrusts.
He could tell by the increasingly desperate movement of Luke's hips and by the erotic and breathless moans from above him that Luke was surging towards the edge, about to reach his climax. Noah reached up to run his fingers through Luke’s sweat damp chest hair, pausing to expertly tease Luke’s pert nipple before tracing his palm further up Luke's chest to reach around the back of his neck and pull him down into a deep open-mouthed passionate kiss.
‘Come for me… come for me Luke’ Noah breathed out against Luke's kiss swollen lips as he reached down between them and teased the pad of his thumb over the tip of Luke's hard and leaking cock, his fingers working up and down Luke's length.
Noah' s hot breath ghosting across his supple lips and sensitive skin and the feel of Noah touching him everywhere was too much for Luke to bear and, after one more downward thrust Luke released his climax over Noah's fingers and their stomachs.
The feel of Luke's muscles working his oversensitive cock and the sight of Luke becoming completely undone as the waves of his climax rolled over him pushed Noah to his own release and he shuddered up deep into Luke.
Luke collapsed forward onto Noah’s flushed chest as he struggled to control his breathing. He immediately felt strong arms encircling him, holding him close.
Noah just held Luke as they both came down from their post climatic high, struggling to control his own breathing, before making a move to ease out of Luke, knowing that this position couldn't be comfortable for him.
‘No Noah… please… just stay… just for a little while’ Luke breathed out unsteadily against Noah’s neck. He wanted to stay like this for just a little bit longer, he didn't want to lose the feeling of the fullness of Noah just yet.
Noah kissed the top of Luke’s head as he tightened his hold… if that's what Luke needed then that's what Noah would do…
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Noah felt himself being pulled from a deep sleep, uncertain what had woken him. As his eyes flickered open and he saw the sunlight bathing Luke in an early-morning glow where he sat naked and cross-legged on the bed with his laptop open he realised that Luke's rapid keystrokes had woken him.
‘Luke… Luke… what are you doing?’ Noah's voice was rough with sleep as he curled his fingers around Luke's knee and rested his head against Luke’s hip.
‘I couldn't sleep, so I started writing the article’ Luke shrugged sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for waking Noah. He tilted the laptop towards Noah to show him what he'd written as he gestured towards the open files spread across the foot of the bed.
‘You've done all this already… how long have you been awake?!’ Noah asked as he gently rubbed circles over Luke’s knee.
‘A little while… maybe’ Luke replied, looking away not wanting to admit that he'd been awake for hours because he'd been thinking about Noah and about Mikey … about everything.
‘Why don't you call him? You know he's probably been awake for ages and has got his Grandma making him pancakes’ Noah smiled as he pressed a kiss to Luke's chest, inhaling the scent of them from last night, before leaning across him to hand him his phone.
Noah smiled softly as he heard Mikey’s excited voice at the end of the phone. He eased the duvet back and slipped out of bed padding towards the bathroom to give Luke some privacy as he spoke to his son.
Luke's eyes traced a path down Noah's bare back and over the firm lines of his ass and legs as he watched him go, trying to concentrate on Mikey's breathless babble of words.
‘Grandpa wants to talk to you’ Mikey said after he'd finished telling his dad that he’d helped his Grandpa with the horses. Luke chuckled as he heard a thud and muffled rustle as Mikey passed the phone to his Grandpa.
‘Is he okay Dad?’ Luke asked Holden… Mikey seemed okay but Luke just wanted to make sure.
‘He's fine son. I'm more worried about you… are you sure you know what you're doing?’ Holden asked, the concern clear in his voice.
‘I’m fine Dad. Don't worry about me. I've got a plan B if confronting Foster doesn't work out… I'm going to send the article to the editor as insurance.’ Luke explained.
‘That's not what I mean son. I'm talking about you and Noah’ Holden replied.
Luke had to stifle a gasp of surprise… although he really shouldn't have been surprised if he thought about it; his dad always seemed to know exactly what was going on with him.
‘Dad it's okay. Don't worry, Noah’s a good man’ Luke reassured his father softly, not wanting Noah to overhear.
‘I think he is too son. But it’s so soon after Jon… I just don't want you to get hurt again… I worry about you. Just take it easy okay?’ Holden murmured and Luke could tell from the soft tones that either Mikey or his mom were around and his dad didn't want to worry them.
‘I will. I love you dad and thanks for taking care of him… and me’ Luke added as he ended the call when Noah came back into the bedroom.
‘Everything ok?’ Noah asked, bending down to retrieve his boxer briefs from where they had been discarded the night before.
‘Yeah’ Luke sighed with distracted regret, watching Noah slip into his underwear and jeans, covering up his perfect body as his father’s words echoed in his thoughts.
Noah eyed him in concern, knowing that Luke wasn’t telling him everything… but he had come to trust Luke and he was sure that Luke would tell him what was bothering him when he was ready to.
‘We should get going soon’ Noah changed the subject, knowing that as much as he wanted to talk to Luke they really needed to confront Foster.
‘I'll go make some breakfast and call Danny if you wanna take a shower’ Noah continued over his shoulder as he headed out of the bedroom to give Luke sometime on his own…
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‘Danny said there have been no more tremors on the same scale as before… only small after-shocks’ Noah said as they drove towards the Institute. When he'd spoken to Danny earlier on while Luke was in the shower his friend had agreed to meet them down the block from the Institute and sneak them past security so they could get in to see Foster.
‘That's good though… right? It probably means that Foster and Minegen are lying low until everything blows over and they can start mining again’ Luke asked as he looked over to Noah in the driver’s seat. As he watched him drive he couldn't help but think back to his Dad’s concerns. He could trust Noah right? Noah wasn't going to hurt him like Jon had… Luke knew that didn’t he?! He had to fight to stop the panic of old habits and insecurities from rising up inside him. He hated what Jon had made him… hated that he'd turned him into this nervous shadow of his younger self
Noah looked over at Luke, a frown passing over his features as he saw his expression. He decided to let it go… they didn’t have the time now to get into what was bothering Luke. He was about to answer Luke’s question when he spotted Danny on the sidewalk.
‘There he is’ Noah pointed and turned into a vacant lot.
‘It's so good to see you man. I'm so glad you're okay’ Danny smiled and almost pulled Noah out of the car in his eagerness to greet his friend.
Luke got out of the car and made his way round to the driver’s side, standing there with his hands loosely by his sides uncertain what to do as Noah embraced his friend.
‘Luke…’ Danny said as he pulled out of Noah's embrace and pulled Luke into one of his own. 'I'm glad you and Mikey are okay. You guys had me worried. It's been crazy here since I got those files for you. Foster's been stalking up and down the corridors checking on everyone to see what they're doing. I've never seen him so agitated.’ Danny explained as he stepped back from Luke and led them around to the back of the Institute…
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The further they moved into the Institute and the closer they got to Professor Foster's office the more worried Noah became; what had he got them into, perhaps they should have just gone to the police… but he just knew they could get Foster to confess his involvement once they had shown him all the evidence.
As they opened the door to Foster's office Noah was shocked to see the dishevelled and unkempt appearance of his former boss; the professor’s bowtie was untied and hung loosely around his neck and his hair had the wild appearance of having fingers drawn through it in agitation. What shocked Noah the most was the almost frantic, wild look in the professor’s eyes as the movement of the door opening stopped Foster in his pacing back and forth across his office and made him look over at them.
‘You! What are you doing here?!’ Foster demanded when he saw Noah. He squinted hard at the folders in Noah's hand and recognised them immediately.
‘Those files are my property Mayer! How did you get them?!’ Foster tried to bluster his way out of the situation.
‘It's too late for that Professor’ Luke said as he stepped from behind Noah where he stood in the doorway. ‘We know about everything… the tampering with the equipment… the bank account… Minegen.’
The Professor's eyes narrowed as he recognised Luke as the reporter with all questions he'd seen at the news conference on the tremors. He looked between Luke and Noah as he tried to understand their connection… then it hit him… that was it; Noah had stolen the files and had gone to this… this reporter and now they were going to try to destroy him and end his career so that Luke could get all the glory and Noah would take his place as the head of the Institute! He couldn't let that happen… he'd worked too hard for everything.
‘This is going to appear in tomorrow’s Times’ Luke said as he slid a copy of his article across the desk towards Foster.
Foster sat down at his desk and pulled the article towards him, straightening his glasses as he read the headline ‘Exposed! The shocking truth behind the earthquake!’.
‘But if you tell us everything you know about Minegen… who your contacts are… how far up the corruption goes then we can talk to the police and tell them that you helped us… that you co-operated’ Luke urged him.
‘Professor… please help us. We have to stop this, we have to stop this now before there is another much bigger earthquake and more people get hurt or killed. Please Professor!’ Noah pleaded with Foster as he looked up at him.
Foster shook his head slowly. ‘I'm sorry. I can't let you do that. I've come too far for that’ he said as a steely determination settled on his features. Before either of them could react Foster slipped his hand into his desk drawer, pulled out a gun and levelled it squarely at Noah…
Chapter 9
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