FIC - 'He'll be ok'
Title: ‘He’ll be ok’
Author: Wheelie47
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Sexual content
Word count: 2,302
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Luke is worried…
Written for the 'What Did You Do' challenge community on LJ
Luke wandered aimlessly around the lounge, finding himself tidying up distractedly. He wasn’t really sure how successful he was being at cleaning the room… he was more intent on keeping himself busy so he wouldn’t have to think of those baby blue eyes staring at him. Expressive eyes that were filled with sadness, rejection and tinged with uncertainty… maybe even fear as Luke had left him at the gate.
He found himself in kitchen, not entirely sure how he got there… with his hands in the soapy washing up bowl as he cleaned the breakfast plates and dishes. He almost dropped a plate when that intense… almost haunting look focused in his mind’s eye again and it pierced his heart… he didn’t think he would ever be able to forget that look.
He startled a little when he felt strong arms encircle his thin waist but then he smiled softly and sank back against the broad and muscled chest, finding comfort in the sheltering warmth there.
Luke turned and reached out to stroke his thumb across the prominent cheekbone before him and sighed sadly. ‘Noah… we left him there! He’s our little baby…he’s too young for school’. Luke looked up into Noah’s baby blues and sighed again; it really was uncanny how their adopted son’s eyes were almost an exact match for Noah’s. Normally that would be something that would make Luke smile but now it only served to remind him that they had left Alex at school for his first full day.
‘What if he doesn’t like it and you know how shy he can get sometimes’ Luke’s voice wavered a little.
Noah leaned in to press a kiss to Luke’s forehead, his heart breaking a little to see the wetness of tears building in his husband’s eyes. ‘Alex will be ok’ he soothed, not entirely sure who he was comforting more… him or Luke. ‘They’ve got our numbers and they’ll call us if there’s a problem. But Luke… he’ll be ok’. He smiled reassuringly but couldn’t help but think back to this morning’s upsetting scene by the school gates…
…
Noah felt like the worst kind of father, his own father’s ‘It’ll make a man of you’ flashed across his mind as he and Luke stood inside the school gates. Alex was cowering shyly behind his legs, small fingers gripping his upper thigh while they waited for the school doors to open.
Noah watched as his husband knelt down in front of their son.
‘Hey there little guy’ Luke called out in a reassuring voice. ‘How are you doing?’
Alex nodded slowly and Noah felt him tighten his grip.
‘Wanna know something?’ Luke asked gently, resting his hand tenderly on Alex’s shoulder. ‘When it was my first day at school I was like you are now… so scared and wondering what will happen. But you know what?’ Luke asked, pausing to wait for his son to look up at him again. ‘All these other kids…’ Luke gestured to the other children waiting with their own parents, ‘… they are just like you and they are a little scared too. And you know what… you are gonna make so many friends and have such a good time… ok?’
Luke tilted his head up at Noah and nodded imploringly at Alex.
Noah eased down next to them and clasped Alex’s hand in his, long and elegant fingers dwarfing his son’s smaller ones. ‘That’s right. And I promise when it’s time to come home… we’ll be waiting right here for you and you can tell us all about your day.’
Alex looked up uncertainly into his Dad’s eyes. ‘Right here? Promise?’
‘I promise… the both of us’ Noah smiled gently.
‘You ready Alex?’ Mrs Kingston asked as she extended her hand out to the little boy, waiting to take him in with the rest of the class.
He nodded shyly and took her hand with hesitation after he cast one last look of longing back to his parents.
Noah reached out and grasped Luke’s hand as they both stood and watched Alex being lead along with the others beyond the open school doors.
‘Tell me he’ll be ok’ Luke asked in a trembling voice.
He felt Noah’s hand tighten reassuringly around his own. ‘He’ll be ok… he’ll be ok’ he repeated mantra like as much for his own benefit as Luke’s…
…
The gentle kiss on his lips pulled Noah back to the present and he looked at Luke, feeling his breath hitch in his throat at the look of tenderness in his husband’s hazel eyes.
‘You’re nothing like him you know… you are ten times the father he ever was’ Luke soothed gently, reaching out to caress Noah’s jaw. It never ceased to amaze Noah that Luke seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. More than that… he seemed to know what to say to ease his troubled mind. It hadn’t always been that way… God knows their road hadn’t always been the smoothest and there was a time when it had seemed that they would never find their way back to each other but they had… and they had been stronger in the end… finding a new appreciation for each other… for what they had and for what they had nearly lost.
Noah sighed gently and thought that this was going to be a very long few hours indeed if all they were going to be able to do was reassure each other that Alex would be ok and sit by the phone in case the school called. What they needed was a distraction… and Noah had just the thing in mind.
He tightened his grip on Luke’s hips and pulled him closer to him until they were touching from knees to chest.
Luke startled a little but recovered quickly as he looked up at Noah with a dazzling dimpled smile, waiting to see what his husband’s next move would be.
Noah bit his bottom lip seductively as he looked down at Luke’s supple lips before leaning down and capturing them with his own.
Encouraged by the low moan that escaped Luke’s lips, vibrating against his own; he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue between willing and parted lips.
He smirked at Luke’s whine as he pulled back when the need for oxygen got too much.
After giving Luke a lust filled stare, he pressed a series of butterfly kisses along the length of his husband’s jaw, the dusting of stubble scrapping across his sensitive lips, shooting pin pricks of arousal straight to his twitching groin.
He sucked Luke’s sensitive ear lobe into his hot moist mouth, pausing to swirl his tongue around the tip before biting down causing Luke to moan in arousal and Noah could feel his cock start to harden against his own.
‘Noooaah’ Luke breathed out as he watched his husband snake his palm over the thin material of Luke’s tight black t-shirt, pausing to flick his thumb over his nipple, making it pert and stiff under his masterful touch. Luke groaned as Noah’s hand slipped further down and cupped his fingers around him through the rough material of his jeans.
After one more deep sensual kiss to Luke’s lips Noah sank to his knees on the hard tiled kitchen floor in front of his husband.
Massaging Luke’s growing length through his jeans he reached up in the desperate need to touch bare skin and pushed up the hem of the now offending material of Luke’s t-shirt and traced his fingers through the trail of hair leading to below Luke’s belt.
‘Please… Bubby…please’ Luke begged as he leant back and braced himself against the sink, spreading his legs wider and rolling his hips, desperate to increase the delicious friction of Noah’s hand.
The desperation and need in Luke’s voice urged Noah on and he inched Luke’s zip down and reached in to release Luke from his boxer briefs and pull him out through the opening.
Pausing for a last look up at Luke he felt his breath hitch and his own cock twitch uncomfortably in the tight confines of his jeans as Luke’s lust blown hazel hue stared down at him, willing him on. Noah didn’t need to be asked twice and, after pressing a kiss to the leaking tip, he stretched his lips down Luke’s shaft, taking as much in as he could before using his lips and tongue to work Luke to his full length.
It didn’t matter how many times they did this Noah could never… ever imagine it getting old. The weight and feel of Luke’s cock in his mouth was so familiar to Noah that he had come to crave it like his regular coffee fix… only better… so much better and he never wanted to experience it with anybody else but Luke… he knew in his heart that Luke was it for him… always had been.
He felt urgent fingers grip his hair; pulling him closer… just this side of painful and he had to press one hard firmly to Luke’s hip to stop him thrusting too hard into his mouth.
The low guttural moan that came from above him let him know that Luke was on the edge and needed more… needed that extra push. Reaching further into the gaping hole of Luke’s fly he rolled and squeezed each ball in turn before reaching further back, fingertips searching expertly for Luke’s puckered entrance.
Slipping the tip of his finger just inside he increased his suction on Luke’s cock and, pulling back slightly he moaned lustfully around the tip, knowing from experience that the vibrations sent Luke hurtling over the edge quicker than anything.
Luke couldn’t take anymore, he threw his head back and rocked his hips forward, thrusting deeper into Noah’s mouth, feeling the familiar release building from the base of his spine like an uncontrollable inferno raging out of control. He tried to warn Noah but his husband just increased the suction and held his hips harder and that was it… he was shuddering his release deep into the moist heat of Noah’s mouth and Noah was milking him dry of every last drop, tongue and lips working frantically.
Noah knelt there for several long moments, cupping Luke’s spent cock and gently stroking the back of Luke’s jean glad thigh as he rested his head on his husband’s hip, easing him down from his high before tenderly tucking him back in and standing on unsteady legs, cramped from the uncomfortable position.
‘Love you so much Baby’ he smiled softly at Luke taking in his spent and sated expression before kissing him deeply, the heady combination of tasting himself in Noah’s mouth sent shivers down Luke’s spine.
Noah pulled back and tugged on Luke’s hand, a suggestive smirk playing across his lips, leading them from the kitchen deeper into the house towards their bedroom ready for some more distraction of his own.
Luke let himself be led, grinning widely with anticipation and thinking that Noah had come a long way from the lost and lonely shy boy that had first appeared at WOAK, who called everybody older than him sir or ma’am and couldn’t possibly tell anybody how he truly felt. A long way indeed… they both had…
…
They stood together by the school gates, loosely holding hands as they waited for Alex. Although the school hadn’t called they were still a little nervous, waiting to check with their own eyes that their little boy had made it through his first day.
Luke squeezed Noah’s hand gently and bumped his shoulder. ‘He’ll be fine… just wait and see’ he whispered, knowing exactly what his husband was thinking.
They turned as one to face the school door when they heard it open and were enveloped with a crescendo of noise as the kids descended the steps.
Luke scanned the faces of the kids looking for Alex, almost holding his breath. And then he was there, his bright wide smile greeting his parents as he spotted them and ran over.
‘Dad… Daddy’ he called out as he reached them and was swung up into Noah’s arms.
‘I had the best day… I made a picture’ he said excitedly, his clear blue eyes sparkling with pride as his small hands rested on Noah’s neck.
‘Can we see?’ Luke asked, his hand resting gently on their son’s shoulder.
He nodded happily and Luke opened Alex’s school bag and pulled out a colourful crayon picture that he recognised instantly as the three of them, feeling his heart swelling with pride.
‘That’s you Daddy’ Alex said, pointing to the figure on the left with bright yellow hair and a red and black stripped sweater. ‘And that’s you Dad’ he pointed to the tallest figure with black hair and wearing a green t-shirt.
‘So I’m guessing this is you’ Noah chuckled, pointing to the smallest figure.
‘Yes Dad!’ Alex rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, in a perfect impression of Luke.
Noah couldn’t help but laugh which earned him a playful slap from Luke. ‘But what’s in your hand?’ Noah asked as he peered closer.
‘Ice cream! Can we go get some… I’m starving?!’ he rubbed his stomach, smiling hopefully.
‘Why not… as a special treat on your first day… but you must promise to eat your dinner’ Luke said as Noah set Alex down on the ground.
‘Promise!’ he nodded solemnly, reaching up to hold hands with both of his parents as they walked through the gates.
‘Told you he’d be ok!’ Noah whispered softly to Luke.
The End
Author: Wheelie47
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Rating: NC17
Warning: Sexual content
Word count: 2,302
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Luke is worried…
Written for the 'What Did You Do' challenge community on LJ
Luke wandered aimlessly around the lounge, finding himself tidying up distractedly. He wasn’t really sure how successful he was being at cleaning the room… he was more intent on keeping himself busy so he wouldn’t have to think of those baby blue eyes staring at him. Expressive eyes that were filled with sadness, rejection and tinged with uncertainty… maybe even fear as Luke had left him at the gate.
He found himself in kitchen, not entirely sure how he got there… with his hands in the soapy washing up bowl as he cleaned the breakfast plates and dishes. He almost dropped a plate when that intense… almost haunting look focused in his mind’s eye again and it pierced his heart… he didn’t think he would ever be able to forget that look.
He startled a little when he felt strong arms encircle his thin waist but then he smiled softly and sank back against the broad and muscled chest, finding comfort in the sheltering warmth there.
Luke turned and reached out to stroke his thumb across the prominent cheekbone before him and sighed sadly. ‘Noah… we left him there! He’s our little baby…he’s too young for school’. Luke looked up into Noah’s baby blues and sighed again; it really was uncanny how their adopted son’s eyes were almost an exact match for Noah’s. Normally that would be something that would make Luke smile but now it only served to remind him that they had left Alex at school for his first full day.
‘What if he doesn’t like it and you know how shy he can get sometimes’ Luke’s voice wavered a little.
Noah leaned in to press a kiss to Luke’s forehead, his heart breaking a little to see the wetness of tears building in his husband’s eyes. ‘Alex will be ok’ he soothed, not entirely sure who he was comforting more… him or Luke. ‘They’ve got our numbers and they’ll call us if there’s a problem. But Luke… he’ll be ok’. He smiled reassuringly but couldn’t help but think back to this morning’s upsetting scene by the school gates…
…
Noah felt like the worst kind of father, his own father’s ‘It’ll make a man of you’ flashed across his mind as he and Luke stood inside the school gates. Alex was cowering shyly behind his legs, small fingers gripping his upper thigh while they waited for the school doors to open.
Noah watched as his husband knelt down in front of their son.
‘Hey there little guy’ Luke called out in a reassuring voice. ‘How are you doing?’
Alex nodded slowly and Noah felt him tighten his grip.
‘Wanna know something?’ Luke asked gently, resting his hand tenderly on Alex’s shoulder. ‘When it was my first day at school I was like you are now… so scared and wondering what will happen. But you know what?’ Luke asked, pausing to wait for his son to look up at him again. ‘All these other kids…’ Luke gestured to the other children waiting with their own parents, ‘… they are just like you and they are a little scared too. And you know what… you are gonna make so many friends and have such a good time… ok?’
Luke tilted his head up at Noah and nodded imploringly at Alex.
Noah eased down next to them and clasped Alex’s hand in his, long and elegant fingers dwarfing his son’s smaller ones. ‘That’s right. And I promise when it’s time to come home… we’ll be waiting right here for you and you can tell us all about your day.’
Alex looked up uncertainly into his Dad’s eyes. ‘Right here? Promise?’
‘I promise… the both of us’ Noah smiled gently.
‘You ready Alex?’ Mrs Kingston asked as she extended her hand out to the little boy, waiting to take him in with the rest of the class.
He nodded shyly and took her hand with hesitation after he cast one last look of longing back to his parents.
Noah reached out and grasped Luke’s hand as they both stood and watched Alex being lead along with the others beyond the open school doors.
‘Tell me he’ll be ok’ Luke asked in a trembling voice.
He felt Noah’s hand tighten reassuringly around his own. ‘He’ll be ok… he’ll be ok’ he repeated mantra like as much for his own benefit as Luke’s…
…
The gentle kiss on his lips pulled Noah back to the present and he looked at Luke, feeling his breath hitch in his throat at the look of tenderness in his husband’s hazel eyes.
‘You’re nothing like him you know… you are ten times the father he ever was’ Luke soothed gently, reaching out to caress Noah’s jaw. It never ceased to amaze Noah that Luke seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. More than that… he seemed to know what to say to ease his troubled mind. It hadn’t always been that way… God knows their road hadn’t always been the smoothest and there was a time when it had seemed that they would never find their way back to each other but they had… and they had been stronger in the end… finding a new appreciation for each other… for what they had and for what they had nearly lost.
Noah sighed gently and thought that this was going to be a very long few hours indeed if all they were going to be able to do was reassure each other that Alex would be ok and sit by the phone in case the school called. What they needed was a distraction… and Noah had just the thing in mind.
He tightened his grip on Luke’s hips and pulled him closer to him until they were touching from knees to chest.
Luke startled a little but recovered quickly as he looked up at Noah with a dazzling dimpled smile, waiting to see what his husband’s next move would be.
Noah bit his bottom lip seductively as he looked down at Luke’s supple lips before leaning down and capturing them with his own.
Encouraged by the low moan that escaped Luke’s lips, vibrating against his own; he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue between willing and parted lips.
He smirked at Luke’s whine as he pulled back when the need for oxygen got too much.
After giving Luke a lust filled stare, he pressed a series of butterfly kisses along the length of his husband’s jaw, the dusting of stubble scrapping across his sensitive lips, shooting pin pricks of arousal straight to his twitching groin.
He sucked Luke’s sensitive ear lobe into his hot moist mouth, pausing to swirl his tongue around the tip before biting down causing Luke to moan in arousal and Noah could feel his cock start to harden against his own.
‘Noooaah’ Luke breathed out as he watched his husband snake his palm over the thin material of Luke’s tight black t-shirt, pausing to flick his thumb over his nipple, making it pert and stiff under his masterful touch. Luke groaned as Noah’s hand slipped further down and cupped his fingers around him through the rough material of his jeans.
After one more deep sensual kiss to Luke’s lips Noah sank to his knees on the hard tiled kitchen floor in front of his husband.
Massaging Luke’s growing length through his jeans he reached up in the desperate need to touch bare skin and pushed up the hem of the now offending material of Luke’s t-shirt and traced his fingers through the trail of hair leading to below Luke’s belt.
‘Please… Bubby…please’ Luke begged as he leant back and braced himself against the sink, spreading his legs wider and rolling his hips, desperate to increase the delicious friction of Noah’s hand.
The desperation and need in Luke’s voice urged Noah on and he inched Luke’s zip down and reached in to release Luke from his boxer briefs and pull him out through the opening.
Pausing for a last look up at Luke he felt his breath hitch and his own cock twitch uncomfortably in the tight confines of his jeans as Luke’s lust blown hazel hue stared down at him, willing him on. Noah didn’t need to be asked twice and, after pressing a kiss to the leaking tip, he stretched his lips down Luke’s shaft, taking as much in as he could before using his lips and tongue to work Luke to his full length.
It didn’t matter how many times they did this Noah could never… ever imagine it getting old. The weight and feel of Luke’s cock in his mouth was so familiar to Noah that he had come to crave it like his regular coffee fix… only better… so much better and he never wanted to experience it with anybody else but Luke… he knew in his heart that Luke was it for him… always had been.
He felt urgent fingers grip his hair; pulling him closer… just this side of painful and he had to press one hard firmly to Luke’s hip to stop him thrusting too hard into his mouth.
The low guttural moan that came from above him let him know that Luke was on the edge and needed more… needed that extra push. Reaching further into the gaping hole of Luke’s fly he rolled and squeezed each ball in turn before reaching further back, fingertips searching expertly for Luke’s puckered entrance.
Slipping the tip of his finger just inside he increased his suction on Luke’s cock and, pulling back slightly he moaned lustfully around the tip, knowing from experience that the vibrations sent Luke hurtling over the edge quicker than anything.
Luke couldn’t take anymore, he threw his head back and rocked his hips forward, thrusting deeper into Noah’s mouth, feeling the familiar release building from the base of his spine like an uncontrollable inferno raging out of control. He tried to warn Noah but his husband just increased the suction and held his hips harder and that was it… he was shuddering his release deep into the moist heat of Noah’s mouth and Noah was milking him dry of every last drop, tongue and lips working frantically.
Noah knelt there for several long moments, cupping Luke’s spent cock and gently stroking the back of Luke’s jean glad thigh as he rested his head on his husband’s hip, easing him down from his high before tenderly tucking him back in and standing on unsteady legs, cramped from the uncomfortable position.
‘Love you so much Baby’ he smiled softly at Luke taking in his spent and sated expression before kissing him deeply, the heady combination of tasting himself in Noah’s mouth sent shivers down Luke’s spine.
Noah pulled back and tugged on Luke’s hand, a suggestive smirk playing across his lips, leading them from the kitchen deeper into the house towards their bedroom ready for some more distraction of his own.
Luke let himself be led, grinning widely with anticipation and thinking that Noah had come a long way from the lost and lonely shy boy that had first appeared at WOAK, who called everybody older than him sir or ma’am and couldn’t possibly tell anybody how he truly felt. A long way indeed… they both had…
…
They stood together by the school gates, loosely holding hands as they waited for Alex. Although the school hadn’t called they were still a little nervous, waiting to check with their own eyes that their little boy had made it through his first day.
Luke squeezed Noah’s hand gently and bumped his shoulder. ‘He’ll be fine… just wait and see’ he whispered, knowing exactly what his husband was thinking.
They turned as one to face the school door when they heard it open and were enveloped with a crescendo of noise as the kids descended the steps.
Luke scanned the faces of the kids looking for Alex, almost holding his breath. And then he was there, his bright wide smile greeting his parents as he spotted them and ran over.
‘Dad… Daddy’ he called out as he reached them and was swung up into Noah’s arms.
‘I had the best day… I made a picture’ he said excitedly, his clear blue eyes sparkling with pride as his small hands rested on Noah’s neck.
‘Can we see?’ Luke asked, his hand resting gently on their son’s shoulder.
He nodded happily and Luke opened Alex’s school bag and pulled out a colourful crayon picture that he recognised instantly as the three of them, feeling his heart swelling with pride.
‘That’s you Daddy’ Alex said, pointing to the figure on the left with bright yellow hair and a red and black stripped sweater. ‘And that’s you Dad’ he pointed to the tallest figure with black hair and wearing a green t-shirt.
‘So I’m guessing this is you’ Noah chuckled, pointing to the smallest figure.
‘Yes Dad!’ Alex rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, in a perfect impression of Luke.
Noah couldn’t help but laugh which earned him a playful slap from Luke. ‘But what’s in your hand?’ Noah asked as he peered closer.
‘Ice cream! Can we go get some… I’m starving?!’ he rubbed his stomach, smiling hopefully.
‘Why not… as a special treat on your first day… but you must promise to eat your dinner’ Luke said as Noah set Alex down on the ground.
‘Promise!’ he nodded solemnly, reaching up to hold hands with both of his parents as they walked through the gates.
‘Told you he’d be ok!’ Noah whispered softly to Luke.
The End