FIC - Rainy Sundays (1/1)
Title: Rainy Sundays (1/1)
Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 1,673
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: A bit a fluff. Luke loves Sundays…
Luke loved Sundays. Sure, he knew that Sundays weren’t everybody’s favorite day; for some they signaled the end of the weekend and heralded thoughts of heading back to the grindstone the very next day. But to Luke, Sundays were his and Noah’s day… a day they could spend quality time together after catching up on mundane household chores on Saturdays. What with both of them working so hard; Noah producing documentaries and Luke heading the LA office of the Snyder-Mayer Foundation, the time they spent together was very precious to the both of them.
So every Sunday, from the moment they woke up to the moment they went to sleep, was spent making the most of the time they had together. Luke looked forward to every single Sunday. And this Sunday was no exception. He had it all planned; they would sleep in late… maybe even enjoy some leisurely wake up sex, take a shower… together, eat breakfast before packing the wicker picnic basket full to the brim and heading out to the Sunset Ranch for a couple of hours horse riding up in the Hollywood Hills.
Luke had been thrilled when he and Noah had first found the stables and they took the opportunity to ride whenever they could. The blonde had been riding for pretty much as long as he could remember and he had wanted to carry on when he’d finally moved out to LA to be with Noah, some five years ago now. Luke could hardly believe time had flown by so quickly.
Sunset Ranch wasn’t Snyder Farm. But the views were breathtaking and most of all Luke got to enjoy the experience with Noah. It had always amazed Luke how well Noah had taken to horse riding; considering the guy had never even been near a horse until he’d arrived in Oakdale. But what with Holden’s expert tuition in the training ring and Luke’s more intimate ‘hands on’ encouragement, and even with his tall, well- built frame, Noah had soon got the hang of riding and had been eager to continue in LA.
So Luke was definitely looking forward to this particular Sunday morning rolling around.
That was until his eyes flickered open and he lifted his head from its comfortable resting place in the crook of his husband’s shoulder. Stifling a yawn, Luke cocked his head; listening intently… wondering what had woken him.
Then he heard it. The rain was beating a heavy and persistent tattoo outside their bedroom window.
“Shit!” Luke groaned and slammed his head against the pillow. It sounded like a real downpour out there…of all the worst luck. And judging by the lack of sunlight streaming through their window; the sky must have been full of dark and foreboding rain clouds. The kind that spoke of a day full of unceasing rain… no weather for horse riding or picnics. Luke rolled his eyes dramatically… because really… what were the odds of it raining here today of all days.
“Huh?” Noah murmured, half asleep and keeping his eyes firmly shut.
“It’s raining, Noah!” The blonde knew he sounded like a petulant child. But he couldn’t help it; his plans for the day had been ruined.
“Mmmmh?” The other man buried his head further into the pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet, especially not after falling into a sated and deep sleep following last night’s horizontal activities.
“It’s raining!” Luke tried again.
Getting no response, he pushed at his husband’s sculpted chest with the palm of his hand. “You know… rain? Precipitation. Downpour. Monsoon. Deluge.”
“Luuuke!” Noah groaned. “Just because you’re good with words doesn’t mean that you have to use so many of them at me so early on a Sunday morning.” He pulled his pillow over his head.
“Fine!” Luke huffed as he rolled away from Noah and slid out of bed, padding toward the bathroom. If Noah wasn’t going to wake up then maybe he could calm his own bad mood at the day’s disappointment by taking a long soak in the bath.
After several moments Noah noticed the silence and the missing warmth beside him and realized that Luke was no longer in the room or in their bed. Poking his head out from under the pillow, the brunette heard a rhythmic noise breaking through the silence. Rain? Wait… was that what his husband was trying to tell him? That it was raining?
Pulling the covers back, Noah eased his tall frame out of the bed. Stretching languidly and feeling the pull on his sore muscles, the brunette smirked to himself; sex with Luke never… ever… got dull or boring. And he couldn’t imagine the day when it would… he didn’t want to.
Noah moved over to the window and saw the dark and ominous clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. Picking up his phone, he checked the weather forecast. The brunette sighed in frustrated disappointment when he saw that a band of rain had developed unexpectedly overnight and was predicted to cover the area for the rest of the day. So much for horse riding and picnics. And he was so looking forward to it.
As he rolled his shoulders to ease out the kinks in his muscles, he heard the unmistakable sound of the bath filling and an idea occurred to him. Mmmm! Maybe this day wouldn't be a complete waste, he smiled to himself. Bending, he retrieved his discarded sleep pants and pulled them on as he made his way out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, hoping that Luke would stay in the bath long enough for him to get everything ready…
…
Luke finally re-emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, ready to apologize to his husband for waking up in such a foul mood… after all it wasn't Noah's fault that it was raining.
Finding the bedroom empty, the blonde discarded his towel, pulled on his jeans and went in search of the handsome brunette.
“Noah, I'm sorry…” he began as he turned the corner into the living room only to stop abruptly when he saw the transformation.
The couch, armchairs and coffee table had all been pushed back to the edges of the room and the picnic blanket was spread in the space created along with a whole heap of strategically placed scatter cushions. And set out right in the centre of the blanket was their picnic with a surprised but smiling Noah putting the finishing touches to the whole creation.
“Ah… you're too early! I was just coming to get you and…um….” Noah had intended to blindfold Luke using the tie they'd incorporated into last night's role-playing. “But… well… anyway… SURPRISE!!” He grinned widely and flung his arms open, gesturing to the picnic.
“Noah, I…” Luke was lost for words. His husband was so adorable.
The brunette stepped over the blanket toward his husband and grasped his hand. “I know it's not the same. And it's probably not the healthiest thing to eat for breakfast. But I kinda thought we could maybe burn some of those calories off later on.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned down for a quick but firm kiss, which spoke volumes of his intentions for later.
He led his husband by the hand to the nearest pile of cushions and gently pushed down on his shoulders to get Luke to sit. Sitting down himself, Noah handed him a plate full of sandwiches, chips, fried chicken and a side salad. “Enjoy!”
Minutes later, Luke leaned back against the cushions with a groan as he undid the button on his jeans. “I don’t think I could eat another thing,” he grinned up at his husband.
Noah rested a large hand on the blonde’s stomach and rubbed gentle circles. “What? Not even room for a little dessert?! I know its not the same as Grandma Emma’s but we have apple pie! And you know what the best thing about having a picnic at home is?” He leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin behind Luke’s ear. “We get to have it with ice cream!” Noah murmured seductively.
He was up and making his way to the kitchen before Luke could respond. Shifting against the cushions, he turned to watch his handsome husband; admiring the expanse of broad back above the waist band of his low-slung sleep pants. Luke thought back to a certain cold January afternoon when they’d eaten ice cream together for the very first time.
“You can't have too much of a good thing.”
He wanted Noah as much now as he did way back then.
“What?” Noah asked when he saw the look on Luke's face as he handed him his bowl.
“Thank you, Noah. You're amazing, you know that?”
The handsome brunette ducked his head, swallowed and smiled shyly. It touched Luke's heart that after so much time it was still hard for Noah to accept a compliment.
Noah lifted his head slightly and his smile widened. “Amazing?” He shrugged. “I don't know about that but I'll just settle for cute.”
Luke loaded his spoon with apple pie and ice cream and offered it to his husband, watching intently and licking his lips as the spoon slid between Noah's perfect lips. “How about amazingly cute then?”
As he pulled the spoon back he deliberately daubed a dollop of ice cream on Noah's chin. “And sexy too!”
The blonde settled his bowl on the blanket before grabbing Noah's and placing it next to his.
Luke leaned in and used his tongue to lap up the melting ice cream where it had dripped down Noah's throat. He licked and sucked a sensual path up to those delicious lips, kissing the brunette before darting his tongue in to taste a heady combination of apple pie, ice cream and just Noah.
Pushing his husband down into the cushions and lying himself over Noah’s body, he murmured against the kiss-moist lips. “Maybe rainy Sundays aren’t so bad, after all!”
The End
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Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 1,673
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: A bit a fluff. Luke loves Sundays…
Luke loved Sundays. Sure, he knew that Sundays weren’t everybody’s favorite day; for some they signaled the end of the weekend and heralded thoughts of heading back to the grindstone the very next day. But to Luke, Sundays were his and Noah’s day… a day they could spend quality time together after catching up on mundane household chores on Saturdays. What with both of them working so hard; Noah producing documentaries and Luke heading the LA office of the Snyder-Mayer Foundation, the time they spent together was very precious to the both of them.
So every Sunday, from the moment they woke up to the moment they went to sleep, was spent making the most of the time they had together. Luke looked forward to every single Sunday. And this Sunday was no exception. He had it all planned; they would sleep in late… maybe even enjoy some leisurely wake up sex, take a shower… together, eat breakfast before packing the wicker picnic basket full to the brim and heading out to the Sunset Ranch for a couple of hours horse riding up in the Hollywood Hills.
Luke had been thrilled when he and Noah had first found the stables and they took the opportunity to ride whenever they could. The blonde had been riding for pretty much as long as he could remember and he had wanted to carry on when he’d finally moved out to LA to be with Noah, some five years ago now. Luke could hardly believe time had flown by so quickly.
Sunset Ranch wasn’t Snyder Farm. But the views were breathtaking and most of all Luke got to enjoy the experience with Noah. It had always amazed Luke how well Noah had taken to horse riding; considering the guy had never even been near a horse until he’d arrived in Oakdale. But what with Holden’s expert tuition in the training ring and Luke’s more intimate ‘hands on’ encouragement, and even with his tall, well- built frame, Noah had soon got the hang of riding and had been eager to continue in LA.
So Luke was definitely looking forward to this particular Sunday morning rolling around.
That was until his eyes flickered open and he lifted his head from its comfortable resting place in the crook of his husband’s shoulder. Stifling a yawn, Luke cocked his head; listening intently… wondering what had woken him.
Then he heard it. The rain was beating a heavy and persistent tattoo outside their bedroom window.
“Shit!” Luke groaned and slammed his head against the pillow. It sounded like a real downpour out there…of all the worst luck. And judging by the lack of sunlight streaming through their window; the sky must have been full of dark and foreboding rain clouds. The kind that spoke of a day full of unceasing rain… no weather for horse riding or picnics. Luke rolled his eyes dramatically… because really… what were the odds of it raining here today of all days.
“Huh?” Noah murmured, half asleep and keeping his eyes firmly shut.
“It’s raining, Noah!” The blonde knew he sounded like a petulant child. But he couldn’t help it; his plans for the day had been ruined.
“Mmmmh?” The other man buried his head further into the pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet, especially not after falling into a sated and deep sleep following last night’s horizontal activities.
“It’s raining!” Luke tried again.
Getting no response, he pushed at his husband’s sculpted chest with the palm of his hand. “You know… rain? Precipitation. Downpour. Monsoon. Deluge.”
“Luuuke!” Noah groaned. “Just because you’re good with words doesn’t mean that you have to use so many of them at me so early on a Sunday morning.” He pulled his pillow over his head.
“Fine!” Luke huffed as he rolled away from Noah and slid out of bed, padding toward the bathroom. If Noah wasn’t going to wake up then maybe he could calm his own bad mood at the day’s disappointment by taking a long soak in the bath.
After several moments Noah noticed the silence and the missing warmth beside him and realized that Luke was no longer in the room or in their bed. Poking his head out from under the pillow, the brunette heard a rhythmic noise breaking through the silence. Rain? Wait… was that what his husband was trying to tell him? That it was raining?
Pulling the covers back, Noah eased his tall frame out of the bed. Stretching languidly and feeling the pull on his sore muscles, the brunette smirked to himself; sex with Luke never… ever… got dull or boring. And he couldn’t imagine the day when it would… he didn’t want to.
Noah moved over to the window and saw the dark and ominous clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. Picking up his phone, he checked the weather forecast. The brunette sighed in frustrated disappointment when he saw that a band of rain had developed unexpectedly overnight and was predicted to cover the area for the rest of the day. So much for horse riding and picnics. And he was so looking forward to it.
As he rolled his shoulders to ease out the kinks in his muscles, he heard the unmistakable sound of the bath filling and an idea occurred to him. Mmmm! Maybe this day wouldn't be a complete waste, he smiled to himself. Bending, he retrieved his discarded sleep pants and pulled them on as he made his way out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, hoping that Luke would stay in the bath long enough for him to get everything ready…
…
Luke finally re-emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, ready to apologize to his husband for waking up in such a foul mood… after all it wasn't Noah's fault that it was raining.
Finding the bedroom empty, the blonde discarded his towel, pulled on his jeans and went in search of the handsome brunette.
“Noah, I'm sorry…” he began as he turned the corner into the living room only to stop abruptly when he saw the transformation.
The couch, armchairs and coffee table had all been pushed back to the edges of the room and the picnic blanket was spread in the space created along with a whole heap of strategically placed scatter cushions. And set out right in the centre of the blanket was their picnic with a surprised but smiling Noah putting the finishing touches to the whole creation.
“Ah… you're too early! I was just coming to get you and…um….” Noah had intended to blindfold Luke using the tie they'd incorporated into last night's role-playing. “But… well… anyway… SURPRISE!!” He grinned widely and flung his arms open, gesturing to the picnic.
“Noah, I…” Luke was lost for words. His husband was so adorable.
The brunette stepped over the blanket toward his husband and grasped his hand. “I know it's not the same. And it's probably not the healthiest thing to eat for breakfast. But I kinda thought we could maybe burn some of those calories off later on.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned down for a quick but firm kiss, which spoke volumes of his intentions for later.
He led his husband by the hand to the nearest pile of cushions and gently pushed down on his shoulders to get Luke to sit. Sitting down himself, Noah handed him a plate full of sandwiches, chips, fried chicken and a side salad. “Enjoy!”
Minutes later, Luke leaned back against the cushions with a groan as he undid the button on his jeans. “I don’t think I could eat another thing,” he grinned up at his husband.
Noah rested a large hand on the blonde’s stomach and rubbed gentle circles. “What? Not even room for a little dessert?! I know its not the same as Grandma Emma’s but we have apple pie! And you know what the best thing about having a picnic at home is?” He leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin behind Luke’s ear. “We get to have it with ice cream!” Noah murmured seductively.
He was up and making his way to the kitchen before Luke could respond. Shifting against the cushions, he turned to watch his handsome husband; admiring the expanse of broad back above the waist band of his low-slung sleep pants. Luke thought back to a certain cold January afternoon when they’d eaten ice cream together for the very first time.
“You can't have too much of a good thing.”
He wanted Noah as much now as he did way back then.
“What?” Noah asked when he saw the look on Luke's face as he handed him his bowl.
“Thank you, Noah. You're amazing, you know that?”
The handsome brunette ducked his head, swallowed and smiled shyly. It touched Luke's heart that after so much time it was still hard for Noah to accept a compliment.
Noah lifted his head slightly and his smile widened. “Amazing?” He shrugged. “I don't know about that but I'll just settle for cute.”
Luke loaded his spoon with apple pie and ice cream and offered it to his husband, watching intently and licking his lips as the spoon slid between Noah's perfect lips. “How about amazingly cute then?”
As he pulled the spoon back he deliberately daubed a dollop of ice cream on Noah's chin. “And sexy too!”
The blonde settled his bowl on the blanket before grabbing Noah's and placing it next to his.
Luke leaned in and used his tongue to lap up the melting ice cream where it had dripped down Noah's throat. He licked and sucked a sensual path up to those delicious lips, kissing the brunette before darting his tongue in to taste a heady combination of apple pie, ice cream and just Noah.
Pushing his husband down into the cushions and lying himself over Noah’s body, he murmured against the kiss-moist lips. “Maybe rainy Sundays aren’t so bad, after all!”
The End
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