FIC - "What did you do to your hair?"
Title: “What did you do to your hair?”
Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 2,362
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: What has Luke gotten Noah into?
A missing moment from the time Luke and Noah have their own apartment before everything went to hell in a hand basket.
Written for the What_did_you_do meme
Prompt: “What did you do to your hair?”
Prompter: Newhaven183
Prompt: “This was your good idea?!”
Prompting: Cindyls1969
“Why do I get to do this?” Luke grumbled to himself as he searched through the cardboard boxes. “Just the way I want to spend my Saturday morning!”
He could think of so many other things he would rather be doing right now. Still being curled up against Noah in their nice warm bed in their apartment was top of the list. Not that it could have happened anyway, what with Noah’s early shift at Java. But that wasn’t the point! The point was Luke didn’t want to be here, looking for a needle in the haystack that was the cold and draughty old attic of the Snyder farm.
But he had promised Grandma Emma.
With a dramatic sigh, Luke moved on to the next stack of dusty cardboard boxes.
Tilting his head sideward, he read the writing on the side of the first box.
“Kitchen. Kitchen?!” he groaned in disbelief. He loved his grandma, he really did. But seriously?! How much kitchen stuff could one person have? The concept of a well stocked kitchen to someone who had a tendency to burn the most rudimentary of dishes was lost on him.
Grabbing the box with both hands, Luke grunted as he lifted it off the pile. He hadn’t realized how heavy it was and the box slipped from his grasp to the floor with a heavy resounding clatter.
Shit! That didn’t sound good… not good at all! He didn’t dare take a peak inside.
Luke darted a nervous glance over to the door leading to the stairs, listening for sounds from below. He desperately hoped nobody had heard the noise because, despite his dimpled smile and the cheeky twinkle in his eye, he’d be in for a serious telling off if he’d just smashed Emma’s best dinner set.
Blowing out a huge sigh of relief at the lack of response, Luke turned back to the task in hand.
He smiled softly when he saw the writing on the next revealed box - ‘xmas decs’.
Reaching out, Luke placed his hand on the cardboard lid, fondly recalling each of their individual Christmas tree ornaments that he knew were in there. An idea occurred to him that it was about time Noah had his own too. They were living together now after all and after everything they had been through to get here, Noah was just as much a part of the family as anyone. Luke would talk to Emma about it when he went back down to the kitchen. He had just the right ornament in mind for his budding film maker boyfriend.
But this wasn’t the box Luke was looking for.
His hand brushed tenderly across the surface as he stepped around the stack and moved further into the attic.
“Ah, gotcha!” Luke said with relief when he found the box in question. Finally! He didn’t have to spend any more time up here with the spiders and the cobwebs.
Stepping forward, he removed the large oblong lid and took a look inside to make sure he’d got the right box. Sure enough the pirate and farmer costumes he and Noah wore for last year’s Halloween were right there on top of the pile. Shaking his head at the ridiculous costumes, he moved them to one side to see what else lay beneath.
The next ones weren’t much better. There was a cowboy and a Red Indian costume - although he did pause, thinking Noah would be kinda hot dressed as a cowboy.
Luke pushed the thought from his mind because it really wasn’t helping right now!
Hmmm! There was a wand and a wizard’s black cloak next that Luke thought might hold promise.
But his attention was drawn to a very blonde - almost platinum - long wig.
Chuckling lightly, he pulled it out and twisted it around in his hands, trying to decide which was the front. Making his mind up, Luke put the wig on, tugging it into place and wishing there was a mirror up here to see what he looked like.
“Whatca doin’?” Noah’s deep baritone suddenly sounded in his ear and he felt his boyfriend’s long arms sliding around his waist, pulling Luke back against the strong lines of a body that fitted perfectly to him in all the right places.
Luke had been so intent on what he was doing that he’d never heard Noah’s footsteps on the rickety stairs up to the attic. But now he spun in his boyfriend’s arms and, never one to miss a chance to touch Noah, he buried himself into the embrace, his face nuzzling into the side of Noah’s neck.
“You’re here early,” Luke’s voice sounded muffled against Noah’s skin and he smiled when he felt the taller man shiver a little.
“Mmmm,” Noah hummed in response as his hands came up to settle on Luke’s back; one high, one low - just above the curve of his ass. “Jeff turned up early for his shift; his girlfriend must’ve kicked him outta bed. It was quiet so I got him to cover what was left of my shift and I headed over here. Emma told me you were up here and said you’d explain everything.”
“Uh-uh.” Luke just nodded, reluctant to step back just yet.
The movement caused the long strands of the wig to fall over the side of Noah’s face, tickling the sensitive skin.
“Um, Luke? What did you do to your hair?” Noah stepped back and observed the flowing locks. He was just about getting used to his boyfriend’s sudden tendency to get bored with his hair. It had been known for him not to see Luke all day only then to come back to a totally different Luke. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the dimpled smile, cleft chin, the green flecked hazel and the predisposition to wear stripes, he often wondered if he’d got the right guy!
When Noah had dragged his sleepy and reluctant ass out of Luke’s sleeping embrace and out of their bed at stupid o’clock this morning, he had turned to his boyfriend when he’d heard the soft whimper. He had smiled softly when he saw Luke had reached out for him in his sleep, a frown creasing his handsome features.
Leaning down, he had brushed the bangs from Luke’s forehead before kissing him and telling him softy to go on sleeping.
Even through half-awake eyes, Noah had been pretty sure that Luke’s hair had been shorter and a little less… well… blonde this morning.
Luke turned slowly on the spot to end up facing his boyfriend again. “What? Don’t you like it?”
Noah reached out and tugged the wig. He paused for a moment as if deeply contemplating the question.
Finally, he answered with a barely disguised grin spreading across his lips. “You only need to grow a moustache and you could be the missing seventh member of the Village People.”
“Ha! Laugh it up, funny guy!” Luke retorted as he yanked off the blonde wig, dropping it into the box before pulling out a long black wig and stretching to deposit it on Noah’s head. “Now it’s your turn!”
He twirled his finger in the air to get Noah to turn slowly on the spot.
Noah reluctantly agreed with a dramatic eye roll. “Well?” he asked when he faced forward again as he blew a sharp breath upward out of the side of his mouth to move a willfully errant bang that had fallen over his eye.
Luke stood with his hands on his hips, staring intently at his boyfriend. “Nah, too much like a Swedish lion tamer!” He pulled Noah’s wig off and went back to delving in the box.
It was on the tip of Noah’s tongue to ask his boyfriend just exactly how he knew what a Swedish lion tamer looked like but another question pushed its way forward. “Wait, Luke. Exactly what are we doing?”
Luke didn’t bother turning around and answered Noah over his shoulder. “The entertainment for the kid’s party bailed at the last minute. And Grandma was desperate… so here we are.”
“Whoa! Wait!” Noah held up his hands and took a step closer to Luke. When he’d agreed over dinner last weekend to help out at the kid’s costume party organized by Emma’s church for this afternoon, Noah had imagined handing out plates of food and drink, trying to keep the kids in line and generally tidying up after them.
In no way had he imagined being the entertainment!
“But why do I have to do it?!” Noah whined.
“Ah much better,” Luke murmured to himself before standing and turning to face Noah, hiding what he’d found behind his back. “Because you can’t say no to Grandma. And she promised to bake you a supply of oatmeal raisin cookies and enough apple pie to last you a week. Besides, I don’t want to look stupid on my own.”
Noah involuntarily licked his lips at just the thought of Emma’s baking. It was a sight that made Luke groan; Noah’s sweet tooth generally worked out pretty well for him too. Add whipped cream to the mix and they had found some inventive ways of eating Emma’s baked goods that would probably have her hiding a red blush of embarrassment behind both hands if she ever found out.
“But what do I know about entertaining kids?” Noah’s whine was weaker this time.
“Oh come on, Noah. You’re great with kids!”
Noah shook his head and shrugged his shoulders a little. “Faith, Natalie and Ethan… yeah… maybe. But I don’t know about other kids.”
Luke could tell his boyfriend’s resistance was wavering and he took a step closer into Noah’s personal space, staring up into the clear blue. “Kids love you, Noah. Everybody loves you,” he reassured.
Not waiting for the other man to reply, Luke took his opportunity and brought out the items he was hiding from behind his back. He reached up and placed the battered fedora on Noah’s head and secured the old leather whip to his belt.
Luke looked Noah up and down appraisingly, tilting the hat first forward then back atop the brunette’s head. “OK, so the whip doesn’t work with the jeans and we need an old battered leather jacket to complete the look. But… yeah… I can totally see you as a rugged treasurer hunter fighting the bad guys and saving the world.”
“You can?” Noah questioned incredulously as he tilted the hat forward again and looked out at Luke from underneath the brim.
“Oh hell yeah!” Luke breathed out as he tried to ignore what those blue eyes were doing to him. He wanted to grab his boyfriend and capture those oh so kissable lips in a hard lip lock so badly right now! But one thing always led to another with them and now wasn’t the time.
“I don’t know, Luke.”
Luke knew Noah was on the verge of agreeing to do this, so he stepped in with his final ploy. “Come on, Noah. You know you’d do anything for Grandma Emma.”
It was true. Noah thought the world of Luke’s grandmother. But he couldn’t resist teasing Luke a little. His boyfriend had had his fun; now it was his turn.
“Hmmm? Anything?” Noah questioned with a mischievous glint in his eye and a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips. “I don’t know about that. That is reserved for you and that thing you do with your mouth and tongue,” he continued with a suggestive breathy tone to his voice.
“Noah!” Luke exclaimed in mock shock and indignation but he thrilled at the thought that Noah was so comfortable in his skin now that he could say things like that. Gone was the shy boy that had walked onto the set of WOAK and called everyone older than him Sir or Ma’am.
How could he not kiss his boyfriend after that?
So he did what his mouth was made for - kissing Noah Mayer senseless.
Mouths and teeth clashed together and willing lips parted to welcome roaming tongues.
Hands grabbed asses and pulled bodies closer to feel cocks lengthening and hardening against each other as breathless moans could be heard echoing in the silence of the attic.
And the kisses deepened only to be stopped short when the two men finally heard the soft voice calling to them from the bottom of the stairs.
“Boys? Are you OK up there?”
Luke looked at Noah before replying. The fedora was pushed askew, his boyfriend’s face was flushed and his lips were red and slick from the intensity of their kisses.
He was pretty sure he looked the same… minus the hat of course.
The things they did to each other!
He kept his eyes fixed on Noah as he called down the stairs. “We’re just coming, Grandma.”
Both men smirked and giggled like school boys at Luke’s choice of words.
“Here, help me carry the box down to my old room so I can try some of these on to see what I look like in the mirror,” Luke spoke in a breathless rush as he replaced the lid, grabbed one end and gestured for Noah to do the same with the other.
“But what about me?” Noah asked as he readjusted the fedora before bending to grab his side of the box.
“Oh, you’re wearing that one,” Luke spoke matter-of-factly as if there was no room for discussion, gesturing to his boyfriend’s costume. He waited for Noah to pick up his end of the box before continuing with a smirk, “by the way, we’re taking it home after the party.”
“Luke!” Noah almost dropped the box as he looked at Luke’s suggestive smirk and his lust-hooded eyes.
Noah’s tone held an edge of feigned shock but the look his boyfriend gave him shot straight to his overheated groin and his brain was already doing the mental arithmetic to calculate just how long a kid’s party could feasibly last whilst factoring in how long the drive across town to home would take them afterwards.
He desperately hoped it wasn’t too long.
The End.
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Author: wheelie47
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luke and Noah.
Word count: 2,362
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: What has Luke gotten Noah into?
A missing moment from the time Luke and Noah have their own apartment before everything went to hell in a hand basket.
Written for the What_did_you_do meme
Prompt: “What did you do to your hair?”
Prompter: Newhaven183
Prompt: “This was your good idea?!”
Prompting: Cindyls1969
“Why do I get to do this?” Luke grumbled to himself as he searched through the cardboard boxes. “Just the way I want to spend my Saturday morning!”
He could think of so many other things he would rather be doing right now. Still being curled up against Noah in their nice warm bed in their apartment was top of the list. Not that it could have happened anyway, what with Noah’s early shift at Java. But that wasn’t the point! The point was Luke didn’t want to be here, looking for a needle in the haystack that was the cold and draughty old attic of the Snyder farm.
But he had promised Grandma Emma.
With a dramatic sigh, Luke moved on to the next stack of dusty cardboard boxes.
Tilting his head sideward, he read the writing on the side of the first box.
“Kitchen. Kitchen?!” he groaned in disbelief. He loved his grandma, he really did. But seriously?! How much kitchen stuff could one person have? The concept of a well stocked kitchen to someone who had a tendency to burn the most rudimentary of dishes was lost on him.
Grabbing the box with both hands, Luke grunted as he lifted it off the pile. He hadn’t realized how heavy it was and the box slipped from his grasp to the floor with a heavy resounding clatter.
Shit! That didn’t sound good… not good at all! He didn’t dare take a peak inside.
Luke darted a nervous glance over to the door leading to the stairs, listening for sounds from below. He desperately hoped nobody had heard the noise because, despite his dimpled smile and the cheeky twinkle in his eye, he’d be in for a serious telling off if he’d just smashed Emma’s best dinner set.
Blowing out a huge sigh of relief at the lack of response, Luke turned back to the task in hand.
He smiled softly when he saw the writing on the next revealed box - ‘xmas decs’.
Reaching out, Luke placed his hand on the cardboard lid, fondly recalling each of their individual Christmas tree ornaments that he knew were in there. An idea occurred to him that it was about time Noah had his own too. They were living together now after all and after everything they had been through to get here, Noah was just as much a part of the family as anyone. Luke would talk to Emma about it when he went back down to the kitchen. He had just the right ornament in mind for his budding film maker boyfriend.
But this wasn’t the box Luke was looking for.
His hand brushed tenderly across the surface as he stepped around the stack and moved further into the attic.
“Ah, gotcha!” Luke said with relief when he found the box in question. Finally! He didn’t have to spend any more time up here with the spiders and the cobwebs.
Stepping forward, he removed the large oblong lid and took a look inside to make sure he’d got the right box. Sure enough the pirate and farmer costumes he and Noah wore for last year’s Halloween were right there on top of the pile. Shaking his head at the ridiculous costumes, he moved them to one side to see what else lay beneath.
The next ones weren’t much better. There was a cowboy and a Red Indian costume - although he did pause, thinking Noah would be kinda hot dressed as a cowboy.
Luke pushed the thought from his mind because it really wasn’t helping right now!
Hmmm! There was a wand and a wizard’s black cloak next that Luke thought might hold promise.
But his attention was drawn to a very blonde - almost platinum - long wig.
Chuckling lightly, he pulled it out and twisted it around in his hands, trying to decide which was the front. Making his mind up, Luke put the wig on, tugging it into place and wishing there was a mirror up here to see what he looked like.
“Whatca doin’?” Noah’s deep baritone suddenly sounded in his ear and he felt his boyfriend’s long arms sliding around his waist, pulling Luke back against the strong lines of a body that fitted perfectly to him in all the right places.
Luke had been so intent on what he was doing that he’d never heard Noah’s footsteps on the rickety stairs up to the attic. But now he spun in his boyfriend’s arms and, never one to miss a chance to touch Noah, he buried himself into the embrace, his face nuzzling into the side of Noah’s neck.
“You’re here early,” Luke’s voice sounded muffled against Noah’s skin and he smiled when he felt the taller man shiver a little.
“Mmmm,” Noah hummed in response as his hands came up to settle on Luke’s back; one high, one low - just above the curve of his ass. “Jeff turned up early for his shift; his girlfriend must’ve kicked him outta bed. It was quiet so I got him to cover what was left of my shift and I headed over here. Emma told me you were up here and said you’d explain everything.”
“Uh-uh.” Luke just nodded, reluctant to step back just yet.
The movement caused the long strands of the wig to fall over the side of Noah’s face, tickling the sensitive skin.
“Um, Luke? What did you do to your hair?” Noah stepped back and observed the flowing locks. He was just about getting used to his boyfriend’s sudden tendency to get bored with his hair. It had been known for him not to see Luke all day only then to come back to a totally different Luke. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the dimpled smile, cleft chin, the green flecked hazel and the predisposition to wear stripes, he often wondered if he’d got the right guy!
When Noah had dragged his sleepy and reluctant ass out of Luke’s sleeping embrace and out of their bed at stupid o’clock this morning, he had turned to his boyfriend when he’d heard the soft whimper. He had smiled softly when he saw Luke had reached out for him in his sleep, a frown creasing his handsome features.
Leaning down, he had brushed the bangs from Luke’s forehead before kissing him and telling him softy to go on sleeping.
Even through half-awake eyes, Noah had been pretty sure that Luke’s hair had been shorter and a little less… well… blonde this morning.
Luke turned slowly on the spot to end up facing his boyfriend again. “What? Don’t you like it?”
Noah reached out and tugged the wig. He paused for a moment as if deeply contemplating the question.
Finally, he answered with a barely disguised grin spreading across his lips. “You only need to grow a moustache and you could be the missing seventh member of the Village People.”
“Ha! Laugh it up, funny guy!” Luke retorted as he yanked off the blonde wig, dropping it into the box before pulling out a long black wig and stretching to deposit it on Noah’s head. “Now it’s your turn!”
He twirled his finger in the air to get Noah to turn slowly on the spot.
Noah reluctantly agreed with a dramatic eye roll. “Well?” he asked when he faced forward again as he blew a sharp breath upward out of the side of his mouth to move a willfully errant bang that had fallen over his eye.
Luke stood with his hands on his hips, staring intently at his boyfriend. “Nah, too much like a Swedish lion tamer!” He pulled Noah’s wig off and went back to delving in the box.
It was on the tip of Noah’s tongue to ask his boyfriend just exactly how he knew what a Swedish lion tamer looked like but another question pushed its way forward. “Wait, Luke. Exactly what are we doing?”
Luke didn’t bother turning around and answered Noah over his shoulder. “The entertainment for the kid’s party bailed at the last minute. And Grandma was desperate… so here we are.”
“Whoa! Wait!” Noah held up his hands and took a step closer to Luke. When he’d agreed over dinner last weekend to help out at the kid’s costume party organized by Emma’s church for this afternoon, Noah had imagined handing out plates of food and drink, trying to keep the kids in line and generally tidying up after them.
In no way had he imagined being the entertainment!
“But why do I have to do it?!” Noah whined.
“Ah much better,” Luke murmured to himself before standing and turning to face Noah, hiding what he’d found behind his back. “Because you can’t say no to Grandma. And she promised to bake you a supply of oatmeal raisin cookies and enough apple pie to last you a week. Besides, I don’t want to look stupid on my own.”
Noah involuntarily licked his lips at just the thought of Emma’s baking. It was a sight that made Luke groan; Noah’s sweet tooth generally worked out pretty well for him too. Add whipped cream to the mix and they had found some inventive ways of eating Emma’s baked goods that would probably have her hiding a red blush of embarrassment behind both hands if she ever found out.
“But what do I know about entertaining kids?” Noah’s whine was weaker this time.
“Oh come on, Noah. You’re great with kids!”
Noah shook his head and shrugged his shoulders a little. “Faith, Natalie and Ethan… yeah… maybe. But I don’t know about other kids.”
Luke could tell his boyfriend’s resistance was wavering and he took a step closer into Noah’s personal space, staring up into the clear blue. “Kids love you, Noah. Everybody loves you,” he reassured.
Not waiting for the other man to reply, Luke took his opportunity and brought out the items he was hiding from behind his back. He reached up and placed the battered fedora on Noah’s head and secured the old leather whip to his belt.
Luke looked Noah up and down appraisingly, tilting the hat first forward then back atop the brunette’s head. “OK, so the whip doesn’t work with the jeans and we need an old battered leather jacket to complete the look. But… yeah… I can totally see you as a rugged treasurer hunter fighting the bad guys and saving the world.”
“You can?” Noah questioned incredulously as he tilted the hat forward again and looked out at Luke from underneath the brim.
“Oh hell yeah!” Luke breathed out as he tried to ignore what those blue eyes were doing to him. He wanted to grab his boyfriend and capture those oh so kissable lips in a hard lip lock so badly right now! But one thing always led to another with them and now wasn’t the time.
“I don’t know, Luke.”
Luke knew Noah was on the verge of agreeing to do this, so he stepped in with his final ploy. “Come on, Noah. You know you’d do anything for Grandma Emma.”
It was true. Noah thought the world of Luke’s grandmother. But he couldn’t resist teasing Luke a little. His boyfriend had had his fun; now it was his turn.
“Hmmm? Anything?” Noah questioned with a mischievous glint in his eye and a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips. “I don’t know about that. That is reserved for you and that thing you do with your mouth and tongue,” he continued with a suggestive breathy tone to his voice.
“Noah!” Luke exclaimed in mock shock and indignation but he thrilled at the thought that Noah was so comfortable in his skin now that he could say things like that. Gone was the shy boy that had walked onto the set of WOAK and called everyone older than him Sir or Ma’am.
How could he not kiss his boyfriend after that?
So he did what his mouth was made for - kissing Noah Mayer senseless.
Mouths and teeth clashed together and willing lips parted to welcome roaming tongues.
Hands grabbed asses and pulled bodies closer to feel cocks lengthening and hardening against each other as breathless moans could be heard echoing in the silence of the attic.
And the kisses deepened only to be stopped short when the two men finally heard the soft voice calling to them from the bottom of the stairs.
“Boys? Are you OK up there?”
Luke looked at Noah before replying. The fedora was pushed askew, his boyfriend’s face was flushed and his lips were red and slick from the intensity of their kisses.
He was pretty sure he looked the same… minus the hat of course.
The things they did to each other!
He kept his eyes fixed on Noah as he called down the stairs. “We’re just coming, Grandma.”
Both men smirked and giggled like school boys at Luke’s choice of words.
“Here, help me carry the box down to my old room so I can try some of these on to see what I look like in the mirror,” Luke spoke in a breathless rush as he replaced the lid, grabbed one end and gestured for Noah to do the same with the other.
“But what about me?” Noah asked as he readjusted the fedora before bending to grab his side of the box.
“Oh, you’re wearing that one,” Luke spoke matter-of-factly as if there was no room for discussion, gesturing to his boyfriend’s costume. He waited for Noah to pick up his end of the box before continuing with a smirk, “by the way, we’re taking it home after the party.”
“Luke!” Noah almost dropped the box as he looked at Luke’s suggestive smirk and his lust-hooded eyes.
Noah’s tone held an edge of feigned shock but the look his boyfriend gave him shot straight to his overheated groin and his brain was already doing the mental arithmetic to calculate just how long a kid’s party could feasibly last whilst factoring in how long the drive across town to home would take them afterwards.
He desperately hoped it wasn’t too long.
The End.
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