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nouveau_monday) wrote2008-08-08 01:59 am
nouveau_monday) wrote2008-08-08 01:59 am
Fic: NSFW; Luke/Noah nc-17
Title: NSFW (Part )
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.8kish
Summary: Luke is a cocktease, as if we didn't know that.
Spoilers: None. Except that part where Luke is a writer. And he loves Noah. And wants Noah to fuck him desperately.
Disclaimer: As I said, this is fic. The characters belong to CBS and P&G and possibly others, but definitely not me. That is the real travesty of all of this.
Notes: Thank you so much to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ithilien22 for being the bestest muse ever. Seriously, she is the reason I wrote this. Can't wait for the remix challenge. It's going to rock.
To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:32.12 CST
Subject: ...
Do not open the next email from me until you are alone and don't open on the computer at work. Use your phone. NSFW.
Love you.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:46.27 CST
Subject: re: ...
Aren't you @ school? What are you sending me? It's not more porn? Is it? I thought we agreed to watch that together?
Love you.
********
To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:47.51 CST
Subject: re: re: ...
Lab was canceled. Trust me. Just. For. You.
With love.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 13:02.33 CST
Subject: re: re: re: ...
Ok. You're kind of scaring me.
Love you.
********
To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 13:03.48 CST
Subject: NSFW: Read ALONE. READ before you come back to the farm. Then RESPOND
Dear Noah,
I can't stop thinking about last Wednesday. It seems to be all I think about. My family is fucked up. My dad's being a jackass. We're more likely to have plates thrown at us than served right now. And yet, with all of that, I can't wipe this stupid grin off my face. I can't stop thinking of you.
You, Noah. Naked. In the front of your truck. You were breathing heave, and your hands on the steering wheel. God, I've never been so fucking turned on in my entire life. And then, when you let me in, raw. Jesus. I'm hard just writing this. And I don't want to be the only one this state. Somehow that doesn't seem fair.
You're going to meet me at the end of the driveway after you get out of work. You'll text me right before you leave so I'm prepared, waiting. We'll drive out past the high school, by the football field, where it's always so dead. You'll play the country music that you secretly like because it reminds you of the guys who were nice to you on Base. I'll slip my hand into yours as you drive, give you directions while I lean my head against your shoulder. You'll notice how I'm shifting a little, but you won't ask, figure I'll tell you in time.
And I will.
Or better yet, I'll show you.
But not right away.
You'll pull over and look at me. Luke, what are we doing here? is what you'll want to ask. But instead you'll look at me. Your blue eyes all adorable and a little bit confused, even while your face flushes with desire. You want me. You want me as much as I want you.
But I know you, Noah. I know what you want. You want me inside you. You want my hand on your dick while I fuck into you, slow and hard. The hitch in your breath, the way you chewed on your lip, the lube that fell on your stomach. I can picture all of it crystal clear when I close my eyes. I can picture you, hear you, fucking taste you. And I want.
I want so much. And you're going to give it to me.
I'll undo my seatbelt, and then yours. Your breath will be shallow, anticipation visible in every movement of your muscles. Pressed up against the window on my side, I'll pull you to me. Your mouth against mine. You'll taste like coffee. That hint of stubble that you always have by the end of the day will rub against my own. We'll both want more.
My guess is that your hands will get there first, undo my belt, the button, the zipper. You'll go to get your hand on me and I'll stop you. Luke. The sound of your voice saying my name is incredible. It's an erotic combination of sexy and safe. In that moment when you whisper my name, I know you're mine and I'm yours.
Today, I want you to make me yours, Noah. I want you to fuck me until I can't remember anything but the feel of you inside me, not even my name when you shout it to the heavens from inside your truck. I want to know what you felt when I came inside you, want you to understand that there aren't words for what it was like to bury myself inside you with no barrier, not even latex.
But your hand, it strokes me in short hesitant jerks while I tell you what I need. My fingers are wrapped around yours, and we're both jacking at me. This isn't how today is going to end, but it's a worthwhile start. I can feel you rubbing off against me. Your cock is hard against my leg. It's almost unfair. You belong in my mouth, letting me suck you and lick you until you spill down my throat. Some day, when we have time and space, I'm going to blow you and have you come across my skin, brand me with you. My chest, my throat, my face. I'll come as you lick yourself off me, knowing that you understand why I want your cock in my mouth all the time.
Some day we'll do lots of things, but today I want on to the main event, and I'm not going to last much longer.
I'll pry our fingers from my cock, moaning at the loss of warmth and pressure. My fingers will shake, but I'll get your button fly open. That first moment, when you're hot and sticky in my hand. That mixed sensation; hot, smooth, soft, hard, slick. I love your cock. I love all of you, but right now. Right there. In your truck. Really, it's your cock that has my attention. I'll tug at your jeans, at my own, and you're a smart boy. You'll understand and get us both naked as quickly as possible, because by that point, even if you don't know why, I'll be almost incoherent with need.
"You. Inside me. Now." I won't be able to speak or think. I'll barely be able to breathe, and here's why. I'll lick at your throat, bite at your Adam's apple, tongue my way across your jaw to your ear. "I came prepared. No waiting necessary."
You'll pull back. It's okay. I'm expecting it. How could you not when I tell you that I prepped myself. No lube? I can already see the confusion registering in your eyes.
I hope you understand how serious I am. How much I want this. How much I want you. "No anything, Noah. I wanted to be ready." I'll tip myself, shift a little, and reach a hand between my legs to show yuo. Your eyes will grow wide. Your pupils will dilate. I'll pull you to me, lick my way into your open mouth, suck on your tongue. I'll link my hand in yours, the one on my hip, and reach back again. Together we'll remove the plug I put in earlier, the one I've been wearing for the last hour, the one that's spreading me open and keeping me lubed.
The warmth of our fingers and the scrape of the plug inside me will almost have me coming. I'm sure of it. I almost came getting it into me, knowing that you would be there to remove it and fill me with you. Some day, I'll whisper. Some day, I want to feel you fuck into me along side some toy, have me so full that I white out from sensation, knowing that I can trust you to give me what I need. But not today. Not right now. Right now I want to feel only you.
"Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me right the fuck now."
You won't be able to control yourself. Your cock is fucking gorgeous. And your hungry to get inside me. I'll be nervous when I first feel you against me, but it'll be so much better than anything plastic. You'll use your fingers first, circling my hole and then carefully slipping two inside me. I'll take both of them easily, but won't expect how more intense you touching me will be.
"Can't wait, Luke. You ready?" Your hand will have circled your cock. The head will bump against me, but you'll hesitate. You're a gentleman. It's one of the things I love about you. You're gracious almost to a fault. There, in your truck, when we're both naked, will not be the time. The first inch of you inside me will have me aching for more, for all of you to be balls deep in me. I've been waiting so long already. And if you insist on trying to go slow, I'll insist on overriding that.
Thank god your truck has strong doors.
My back will arch. I'll tilt my hips. It doesn't matter how I need to move. I'll do it, and shove myself onto you. No waiting around. No careful, measured movements. This isn't the time for that. Oh God, Noah.
You have no idea how much I want this, want you. But you'll get it then. You'll understand what I did, and why I did it.
And you'll fuck me. Long hard strokes that touch everywhere inside me until I swear I feel you in my blood, in my breathing. I'll meet you, grind against you, beg you to be harder, stronger, rougher. And you, oh Noah, you'll comply until I can't do anything but let my pulse echo in my ears and cry out incoherent sounds of lust. You'll slide across that spot inside me. The one I know you have, but won't be sure I have until this fantasy comes true. Every time you reach my prostate, I'll forget anything but you and my impending orgasm exists. I'll feel it in my toes, in my thighs, in my stomach. My balls are tightening just writing to you. You might not even have to touch me.
But you will.
You'll pull me into a filthydirtywet perfect kiss. Our teeth might clash. We won't care. You'll slip your hand over the head of my dick, slick your palm with my pre-come. I'll scream as your fingers wrap around me, swear and curse my orgasm to anyone who cares to listen as you jack my cock and fuck into me simultaneously.
I'll clutch at your shoulders, dig scratches into your back. My ass will clench and you'll be done. Oh Noah, I'm writing this, but in my mind I can already hear you calling my name. Whispering Luke over and over again like the best definition of I love you that a person could ever want.
That's what is going to happen today, Noah. Text me or email me right before you leave. I'll meet you by the mailbox out front. I'll show you how to get to the high school. I will scream myself hoarse while we both come our brains out.
Today.
Love you.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 14:51.22 CST
Subject: re: NSFW: Read ALONE. READ before you come back to the farm. Then RESPOND
Leaving now! Jeff covering rest of shift. Be ready.
Fucking love you.
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Luke/Noah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.8kish
Summary: Luke is a cocktease, as if we didn't know that.
Spoilers: None. Except that part where Luke is a writer. And he loves Noah. And wants Noah to fuck him desperately.
Disclaimer: As I said, this is fic. The characters belong to CBS and P&G and possibly others, but definitely not me. That is the real travesty of all of this.
Notes: Thank you so much to
ithilien22 for being the bestest muse ever. Seriously, she is the reason I wrote this. Can't wait for the remix challenge. It's going to rock.To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:32.12 CST
Subject: ...
Do not open the next email from me until you are alone and don't open on the computer at work. Use your phone. NSFW.
Love you.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:46.27 CST
Subject: re: ...
Aren't you @ school? What are you sending me? It's not more porn? Is it? I thought we agreed to watch that together?
Love you.
********
To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 11:47.51 CST
Subject: re: re: ...
Lab was canceled. Trust me. Just. For. You.
With love.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 13:02.33 CST
Subject: re: re: re: ...
Ok. You're kind of scaring me.
Love you.
********
To: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
From: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 13:03.48 CST
Subject: NSFW: Read ALONE. READ before you come back to the farm. Then RESPOND
Dear Noah,
I can't stop thinking about last Wednesday. It seems to be all I think about. My family is fucked up. My dad's being a jackass. We're more likely to have plates thrown at us than served right now. And yet, with all of that, I can't wipe this stupid grin off my face. I can't stop thinking of you.
You, Noah. Naked. In the front of your truck. You were breathing heave, and your hands on the steering wheel. God, I've never been so fucking turned on in my entire life. And then, when you let me in, raw. Jesus. I'm hard just writing this. And I don't want to be the only one this state. Somehow that doesn't seem fair.
You're going to meet me at the end of the driveway after you get out of work. You'll text me right before you leave so I'm prepared, waiting. We'll drive out past the high school, by the football field, where it's always so dead. You'll play the country music that you secretly like because it reminds you of the guys who were nice to you on Base. I'll slip my hand into yours as you drive, give you directions while I lean my head against your shoulder. You'll notice how I'm shifting a little, but you won't ask, figure I'll tell you in time.
And I will.
Or better yet, I'll show you.
But not right away.
You'll pull over and look at me. Luke, what are we doing here? is what you'll want to ask. But instead you'll look at me. Your blue eyes all adorable and a little bit confused, even while your face flushes with desire. You want me. You want me as much as I want you.
But I know you, Noah. I know what you want. You want me inside you. You want my hand on your dick while I fuck into you, slow and hard. The hitch in your breath, the way you chewed on your lip, the lube that fell on your stomach. I can picture all of it crystal clear when I close my eyes. I can picture you, hear you, fucking taste you. And I want.
I want so much. And you're going to give it to me.
I'll undo my seatbelt, and then yours. Your breath will be shallow, anticipation visible in every movement of your muscles. Pressed up against the window on my side, I'll pull you to me. Your mouth against mine. You'll taste like coffee. That hint of stubble that you always have by the end of the day will rub against my own. We'll both want more.
My guess is that your hands will get there first, undo my belt, the button, the zipper. You'll go to get your hand on me and I'll stop you. Luke. The sound of your voice saying my name is incredible. It's an erotic combination of sexy and safe. In that moment when you whisper my name, I know you're mine and I'm yours.
Today, I want you to make me yours, Noah. I want you to fuck me until I can't remember anything but the feel of you inside me, not even my name when you shout it to the heavens from inside your truck. I want to know what you felt when I came inside you, want you to understand that there aren't words for what it was like to bury myself inside you with no barrier, not even latex.
But your hand, it strokes me in short hesitant jerks while I tell you what I need. My fingers are wrapped around yours, and we're both jacking at me. This isn't how today is going to end, but it's a worthwhile start. I can feel you rubbing off against me. Your cock is hard against my leg. It's almost unfair. You belong in my mouth, letting me suck you and lick you until you spill down my throat. Some day, when we have time and space, I'm going to blow you and have you come across my skin, brand me with you. My chest, my throat, my face. I'll come as you lick yourself off me, knowing that you understand why I want your cock in my mouth all the time.
Some day we'll do lots of things, but today I want on to the main event, and I'm not going to last much longer.
I'll pry our fingers from my cock, moaning at the loss of warmth and pressure. My fingers will shake, but I'll get your button fly open. That first moment, when you're hot and sticky in my hand. That mixed sensation; hot, smooth, soft, hard, slick. I love your cock. I love all of you, but right now. Right there. In your truck. Really, it's your cock that has my attention. I'll tug at your jeans, at my own, and you're a smart boy. You'll understand and get us both naked as quickly as possible, because by that point, even if you don't know why, I'll be almost incoherent with need.
"You. Inside me. Now." I won't be able to speak or think. I'll barely be able to breathe, and here's why. I'll lick at your throat, bite at your Adam's apple, tongue my way across your jaw to your ear. "I came prepared. No waiting necessary."
You'll pull back. It's okay. I'm expecting it. How could you not when I tell you that I prepped myself. No lube? I can already see the confusion registering in your eyes.
I hope you understand how serious I am. How much I want this. How much I want you. "No anything, Noah. I wanted to be ready." I'll tip myself, shift a little, and reach a hand between my legs to show yuo. Your eyes will grow wide. Your pupils will dilate. I'll pull you to me, lick my way into your open mouth, suck on your tongue. I'll link my hand in yours, the one on my hip, and reach back again. Together we'll remove the plug I put in earlier, the one I've been wearing for the last hour, the one that's spreading me open and keeping me lubed.
The warmth of our fingers and the scrape of the plug inside me will almost have me coming. I'm sure of it. I almost came getting it into me, knowing that you would be there to remove it and fill me with you. Some day, I'll whisper. Some day, I want to feel you fuck into me along side some toy, have me so full that I white out from sensation, knowing that I can trust you to give me what I need. But not today. Not right now. Right now I want to feel only you.
"Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me right the fuck now."
You won't be able to control yourself. Your cock is fucking gorgeous. And your hungry to get inside me. I'll be nervous when I first feel you against me, but it'll be so much better than anything plastic. You'll use your fingers first, circling my hole and then carefully slipping two inside me. I'll take both of them easily, but won't expect how more intense you touching me will be.
"Can't wait, Luke. You ready?" Your hand will have circled your cock. The head will bump against me, but you'll hesitate. You're a gentleman. It's one of the things I love about you. You're gracious almost to a fault. There, in your truck, when we're both naked, will not be the time. The first inch of you inside me will have me aching for more, for all of you to be balls deep in me. I've been waiting so long already. And if you insist on trying to go slow, I'll insist on overriding that.
Thank god your truck has strong doors.
My back will arch. I'll tilt my hips. It doesn't matter how I need to move. I'll do it, and shove myself onto you. No waiting around. No careful, measured movements. This isn't the time for that. Oh God, Noah.
You have no idea how much I want this, want you. But you'll get it then. You'll understand what I did, and why I did it.
And you'll fuck me. Long hard strokes that touch everywhere inside me until I swear I feel you in my blood, in my breathing. I'll meet you, grind against you, beg you to be harder, stronger, rougher. And you, oh Noah, you'll comply until I can't do anything but let my pulse echo in my ears and cry out incoherent sounds of lust. You'll slide across that spot inside me. The one I know you have, but won't be sure I have until this fantasy comes true. Every time you reach my prostate, I'll forget anything but you and my impending orgasm exists. I'll feel it in my toes, in my thighs, in my stomach. My balls are tightening just writing to you. You might not even have to touch me.
But you will.
You'll pull me into a filthydirtywet perfect kiss. Our teeth might clash. We won't care. You'll slip your hand over the head of my dick, slick your palm with my pre-come. I'll scream as your fingers wrap around me, swear and curse my orgasm to anyone who cares to listen as you jack my cock and fuck into me simultaneously.
I'll clutch at your shoulders, dig scratches into your back. My ass will clench and you'll be done. Oh Noah, I'm writing this, but in my mind I can already hear you calling my name. Whispering Luke over and over again like the best definition of I love you that a person could ever want.
That's what is going to happen today, Noah. Text me or email me right before you leave. I'll meet you by the mailbox out front. I'll show you how to get to the high school. I will scream myself hoarse while we both come our brains out.
Today.
Love you.
********
To: Luke (luke@snyderfarm.com)
From: Noah (noah@snyderfarm.com)
Sent: 08-08-08; 14:51.22 CST
Subject: re: NSFW: Read ALONE. READ before you come back to the farm. Then RESPOND
Leaving now! Jeff covering rest of shift. Be ready.
Fucking love you.
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Thanks for that :)
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Thanks againxxx