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Fic: A Promise to Himself
Title: A Promise to Himself
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Noah/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Luke made a promise to himself before he graduated high school. Based on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_smp's prompt of Behind the Bleachers. Not sure it's what she was envisioning, but it's what popped up in my brain.
Spoilers: None, umm, unless you count the notion that someday Luke and Noah will have sex as a spoiler, because right now, I'm not that hopeful.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two characters. I don't own ATWT. If I did, the show would be different.
Notes: Thank youmightyten for kicking ass and taking names. This was mediocre at best before she worked her magic on it. This is my entry for the first ever hayloft remix challenge.
"So this is it, huh? Great moments in high school, best time of your life, blah blah blah?" Noah's voice echoed in the empty school.
"Or, you know, not. Yeah, basketball was great, but I know high school wasn't the best time of my life." Luke reaches out his hand, strokes his thumb across Noah's cheek. "My life just keeps getting better and better. Because of you."
"Shut up." Noah tugs at Luke's hand, tangles their fingers.
"It's true. Why don't you believe me?"
Noah leans into Luke, rests his head on the warmth of Luke's shoulder, stares across the gym with its glossy wood floors carefully painted. The awards and banners ring the walls. This high school supported its students. A lot. "Maybe I don't understand it? I screwed things up more times than I can count. Ameera, my father, breaking up with you, my non-existent military career." He ticks off each point on his fingers. "And yet here we are, sitting on the bleachers in a room bigger than most of the schools I went to on base."
Luke runs his fingers through Noah's hair, behind his ear, across his jaw. "Love you."
Noah traces lazy circles on Luke's side with the hand he's wrapped around him. "Love you too. I guess, I don't know, it's lame, but thank you. Thank you for loving me, for waiting for me to get my head on straight." He slips his hand under Luke's shirt, smiles at the shudder he creates by the touch of his fingertips against soft, warm skin.
"Not straight, Noah. Just right." Luke nudges Noah's head to reposition him, licks a trail from neck to ear, sucks on Noah's earlobe and watches the red flush cross Noah's skin. "Do you know why we're here?"
Noah frowns when he thinks. "I was looking at that basketball trophy in your room, right? And we started talking about how different our school experiences were."
Luke nods. "Yep. And I told you there was something I always wanted to do, but never had the chance. Ringing a bell now?" He worries his teeth over the tendon in the side of Noah's neck, laps at the slight salt taste.
"If you expect me to remember anything right now, you're nuts." Noah shivers. "Luke," he gasps at the pressure of his skin sucked between his boyfriend's lips.
"Don't need you to remember anything, Mayer. I never told you what I wanted to do." Luke fumbles in the pocket of his sweatshirt, slips something into Noah's hands, wraps their fingers around whatever it is. "I want you - " He swings himself around to sit on Noah's lap. " - To sneak behind the bleachers with me and let me fuck you until we can't remember our names." Luke grinds himself down against Noah, makes it obvious just how much he wants this. He slinks off of Noah, stands with a grin on his face and his hand out. "You coming, or do I need to go find myself a new boyfriend?"
"You had me at 'I want you' and I think I forgot my name already." Noah steps down, tugs Luke until they're chest to chest and hip to hip. Luke makes a mental note that Noah seems to enjoy a little more dirty talk. Good to know/ "Never been behind the bleachers before, least of all with someone wanting to fuck me into oblivion." He frowns down on what Luke slipped into his hand, swallows. "What about -?"
Luke shakes his head, leans in close. "There's never been anyone but you, Noah. Wanna be inside you, no barriers, nothing but you and me." He kisses Noah's nose. "And the lube, of course."
"Oh, of course. Wait? You want -? With no -? Really? Are you sure?" Noah swallows, pushes the bottle back into Luke's hand. His hands shake. "How do we get behind these things?"
Luke doesn't wait for Noah to second guess, that would be stupid, choosing instead to trust the urgency he heard in his questions. He wants to hear Noah's voice ring out underneath the stairs, wants to see him naked and laid out and more gorgeous because this breaks every rule Noah's ever stuck to and he's doing it for Luke. "Gonna make this so good for you."
"I know you are." He ducks under the metal and wood framing.
Luke watches Noah's eyes light up, unsure how that was possible as they duck deeper into the darkness underneath the bleachers. He takes comfort in that spark, reaches out to grab at Noah. "Not much further. Wait a sec. Need to look for -" He fumbles with the flashlight on his key ring. "Here! Right here. Found it." Luke confirms what he was looking for, but rushes to hide it for now. "You have no idea how much I want this." He lines himself up against Noah, purrs at the sensation of their erections rubbing together, even through denim. "I take it back." He slides his fingers over the defined outline of Noah's cock. "You seem to have some idea."
Luke's hands make short work of Noah's button fly and shorter work of his boxers, shoving them down to Noah's ankles. "You might wanna hold on, Noah." He flicks a glance at the crossbars above his boyfriend's head and then falls gracefully to his knees. Luke lays open mouthed kisses against Noah's cock, licks a long slow stripe from balls to slit. He inhales a scent that's all sex and all Noah. His ears fill with the quiet hitch of Noah's breath. This is not about soft, or gentle. This is about giving a big fuck you to a school that didn't know what to do with him. Luke relaxes his jaw, clutches Noah's hips, and takes as much of Noah into his mouth as he can. He always coughs on that first push forward, his eyes apparently bigger than his mouth. He hums at the stretch, the burn past the point of choking, that sticky salt tang tagging the back of his throat. Luke rests his thumbs at the swell of Noah's hipbone, traces patterns against his back with the rest of his fingers so as to not leave marks.
"Fuck." Noah thrusts forward into Luke's grasp.
"Soon." Luke pulls off with a messy wet kiss. Spit clings to his lip and bridges to the tip of Noah's cock. "Want you to come first. I want to watch you, feel you fall apart for me. Right here." Noah's body convulses at Luke's words and he loves how much he can turn Noah on. He collects saliva in his mouth to ease the next pass. At the same time, he fidgets the lube from his pocket and liberally coats the fingers of his right hand. He traces the line of Noah's ass, up down, up down. Luke laps at the drops of pre-come, encourages them with gentle suction as he hollows his mouth and eases his head down the shaft.
"God, god, god"
Luke takes the advantage of Noah fucking into his mouth. On slide back, Noah nearly slips himself onto Luke's lubed fingers and freezes. Luke rotates his finger carefully, attempts to prepare them both. He edges his finger into Noah's incredible heat without difficulty, pulls back and adds a second finger, simultaneously switching to tongue the soft skin of Noah's balls. He sucks one, then the other, wishes momentarily that Noah was positioned differently so he could lick his way into the hot slip-slide motion his fingers are enjoying.
"Please, more, please." Noah white knuckles the crossbars. He's bitten his lower lip red and swollen.
Who is he to disagree with his own plan? Who wouldn't want to offer more? "Almost there?" Luke palms his own dick for a moment with his non-lubed hand. Had he known how hot this would be, how fucking satisfying to finally have someone here at the high school, even if it was a few years later, he would have worn jerked off before dragging Noah here.
Noah's desperate nod is all Luke needs. The keening whine makes it that much better. Luke revels in the contrast of velvet smooth, heavy hard and sweet salt all at once. He tickles his nose against wirey curls and that insane scent of sex and Noah. Luke's throat squeezes tighter as he swallows. His tongue rides under the head and he adds the slightest hint of teeth as he hums appreciation about the cock in his mouth and the third digit he added into Noah's ass.
"Oh, fuck, Luke, Jesus, Luke, Luke, Luke. Jesus."
Luke pulls back enough to ride Noah's orgasm and swallow what he can. Inevitably come leaks from his mouth, but he keeps his mouth in place and licks through the aftershocks until Noah starts to soften. Luke wipes come off his own chin and plants sloppy kisses on Noah's cock until it's clean. His fingers never completely stop moving, stretching, widening to make things easier until he removes them, stumbles as he stands. "You're so ready for me now. Need you." Luke coughs. His voice is shattered. "Stay. Just the way you are."
"Wanna touch you. It's not fair."
"Don't want fair, Noah. Want to fuck you so hard you come again." Luke bites at Noah's ear as he eases behind him. He admires the hard lines of Noah's back as he leans into it. "It's stupid, I get that. Proving this to myself after high school's all done and over."
"It's not stupid." Noah's hands hold tight as he looks over his shoulder to catch Luke's gaze. "I wouldn't be here if I thought it was. If we want to travel the world and screw in every school I've been in, I'm more than up for that." He rocks his hips back against Luke's. "Want you inside me," he whispers. "It's all I ever want."
Luke trips his clean hand up the strength of Noah's arms, purrs at the tremors he creates. He scratches his nails back down gorgeous biceps, across Noah's back and under his shirt up the front to palm his nipple. He pops the button of his jeans, rips at his zipper. "You ready?"
"I was ready forever ago. I'm always ready."
Luke jacks lube over his cock, lines himself up. He bites his lip, groans at the first move past tight muscle. "Holy shit." He didn't think it would be different. Latex isn't that thick, but oh god was he wrong. The grip around his cock, wet tight slick hot. He knows he should be gentle, allow them both time to adjust, but that so is not going to happen.
"More, Luke."
He grabs Noah's wrist with one hand, his hip with the other and slams himself in. The only words Luke can think are perfect and finally. He eases back, teasing that spot beneath the crown of his dick with the squeeze of Noah's ass. Luke shifts, adjusts and surges forward. Luke needs flesh on flesh, buries himself as deep as he can. Again, and again, and again. His lips are swollen, chapped from each wet lick of his tongue, each humid gasp against the nape of Noah's neck.
Noah shifts and spreads his hands on the bar. Luke figures it's for better grip, but whatever the reason, he uses the change to shift his fingers over Noah's and pin him there. He fists his other hand over Noah's semi-hard cock as it twitches to go for round two. Noah's body doesn't seem sure where it should be, rocks into the unsteady grasp of Luke's hand then back to grind his ass and take Luke deeper.
Luke thinks he ought to get Noah to come again as he promised, ought to be able to hold out until they are both ready. It's not going to happen. The aching kick in his stomach, the tightening in his balls and the back of his thighs confirm that there will be no simultaneous orgasm. "Noah. Shit. Can't wait. Sorry. God." The lurching uneasiness that always makes him dizzy is replaced by ohgodyesyesyes and that urgent sensation that his brains are potentially about to spill out his cock and into the ridiculously fine ass clenching around him. His knees lock and Luke moans Noah's name into the dark echo of the bleachers as he comes in amazing shaking waves.
"Love you so much." Noah's voice is rough and desperate, almost like he is crying. He rests his head back against Luke's shoulder. Luke almost comes again at the silky stickiness of Noah releasing into his fist.
They catch their breath, sculpted back to chest, glued together by sweat-dampened soft cotton. "I can't feel my toes," Luke confesses into Noah's shoulder blades.
"I don't know if I can move my arms."
Luke soothes across Noah's lower back, down to his ass, slips out. His heart pounds quick. His body cries to return to where it was. It's uncomfortable and messy as he pulls up his jeans and he almost regrets his need to go commando. He bends, winces, but convinces his hands to re-dress his boyfriend. "You okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?"
Noah shakes his head. "Not at all. Shut up already and let it be okay that I loved it. I wanted to give this to you as much as you wanted to do it. Okay?" He peels his fingers off the bar, stretches, turns to wrap himself around Luke. His face buries into the warmth of Luke's neck and shoulder. "You got any other moments from high school you need to recapture? Not today, hell, maybe not tomorrow either, but I could definitely offer to help."
"You're too good to me." Luke tucks Noah's hair back from his forehead to kiss him. "There's one last part to this, but you gotta look at it." Luke grapples for the mini flashlight and the black permanent marker he brought for the occasion. "Right," he focuses the beam into a concentrated circle. "There. Can you read that?"
The light shows a sloppy 'L.S +' scrawled in messy marker. It's missing the second set of initials. "I wrote this my senior year, promised myself I'd wait until I could fill it in." He meshes his hand with Noah's, uncaps the pen. Together they add N.M underneath. Luke circles the promise in a sloppy heart. "Now," he smiles, keeps their hands locked. "Now it's perfect." He shuts off the flashlight, begins to stumble back out to the gym. "Let's go home."
Author: nouveau_monday
Pairing: Noah/Luke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Luke made a promise to himself before he graduated high school. Based on
miss_smp's prompt of Behind the Bleachers. Not sure it's what she was envisioning, but it's what popped up in my brain.Spoilers: None, umm, unless you count the notion that someday Luke and Noah will have sex as a spoiler, because right now, I'm not that hopeful.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two characters. I don't own ATWT. If I did, the show would be different.
Notes: Thank you
mightyten for kicking ass and taking names. This was mediocre at best before she worked her magic on it. This is my entry for the first ever hayloft remix challenge."So this is it, huh? Great moments in high school, best time of your life, blah blah blah?" Noah's voice echoed in the empty school.
"Or, you know, not. Yeah, basketball was great, but I know high school wasn't the best time of my life." Luke reaches out his hand, strokes his thumb across Noah's cheek. "My life just keeps getting better and better. Because of you."
"Shut up." Noah tugs at Luke's hand, tangles their fingers.
"It's true. Why don't you believe me?"
Noah leans into Luke, rests his head on the warmth of Luke's shoulder, stares across the gym with its glossy wood floors carefully painted. The awards and banners ring the walls. This high school supported its students. A lot. "Maybe I don't understand it? I screwed things up more times than I can count. Ameera, my father, breaking up with you, my non-existent military career." He ticks off each point on his fingers. "And yet here we are, sitting on the bleachers in a room bigger than most of the schools I went to on base."
Luke runs his fingers through Noah's hair, behind his ear, across his jaw. "Love you."
Noah traces lazy circles on Luke's side with the hand he's wrapped around him. "Love you too. I guess, I don't know, it's lame, but thank you. Thank you for loving me, for waiting for me to get my head on straight." He slips his hand under Luke's shirt, smiles at the shudder he creates by the touch of his fingertips against soft, warm skin.
"Not straight, Noah. Just right." Luke nudges Noah's head to reposition him, licks a trail from neck to ear, sucks on Noah's earlobe and watches the red flush cross Noah's skin. "Do you know why we're here?"
Noah frowns when he thinks. "I was looking at that basketball trophy in your room, right? And we started talking about how different our school experiences were."
Luke nods. "Yep. And I told you there was something I always wanted to do, but never had the chance. Ringing a bell now?" He worries his teeth over the tendon in the side of Noah's neck, laps at the slight salt taste.
"If you expect me to remember anything right now, you're nuts." Noah shivers. "Luke," he gasps at the pressure of his skin sucked between his boyfriend's lips.
"Don't need you to remember anything, Mayer. I never told you what I wanted to do." Luke fumbles in the pocket of his sweatshirt, slips something into Noah's hands, wraps their fingers around whatever it is. "I want you - " He swings himself around to sit on Noah's lap. " - To sneak behind the bleachers with me and let me fuck you until we can't remember our names." Luke grinds himself down against Noah, makes it obvious just how much he wants this. He slinks off of Noah, stands with a grin on his face and his hand out. "You coming, or do I need to go find myself a new boyfriend?"
"You had me at 'I want you' and I think I forgot my name already." Noah steps down, tugs Luke until they're chest to chest and hip to hip. Luke makes a mental note that Noah seems to enjoy a little more dirty talk. Good to know/ "Never been behind the bleachers before, least of all with someone wanting to fuck me into oblivion." He frowns down on what Luke slipped into his hand, swallows. "What about -?"
Luke shakes his head, leans in close. "There's never been anyone but you, Noah. Wanna be inside you, no barriers, nothing but you and me." He kisses Noah's nose. "And the lube, of course."
"Oh, of course. Wait? You want -? With no -? Really? Are you sure?" Noah swallows, pushes the bottle back into Luke's hand. His hands shake. "How do we get behind these things?"
Luke doesn't wait for Noah to second guess, that would be stupid, choosing instead to trust the urgency he heard in his questions. He wants to hear Noah's voice ring out underneath the stairs, wants to see him naked and laid out and more gorgeous because this breaks every rule Noah's ever stuck to and he's doing it for Luke. "Gonna make this so good for you."
"I know you are." He ducks under the metal and wood framing.
Luke watches Noah's eyes light up, unsure how that was possible as they duck deeper into the darkness underneath the bleachers. He takes comfort in that spark, reaches out to grab at Noah. "Not much further. Wait a sec. Need to look for -" He fumbles with the flashlight on his key ring. "Here! Right here. Found it." Luke confirms what he was looking for, but rushes to hide it for now. "You have no idea how much I want this." He lines himself up against Noah, purrs at the sensation of their erections rubbing together, even through denim. "I take it back." He slides his fingers over the defined outline of Noah's cock. "You seem to have some idea."
Luke's hands make short work of Noah's button fly and shorter work of his boxers, shoving them down to Noah's ankles. "You might wanna hold on, Noah." He flicks a glance at the crossbars above his boyfriend's head and then falls gracefully to his knees. Luke lays open mouthed kisses against Noah's cock, licks a long slow stripe from balls to slit. He inhales a scent that's all sex and all Noah. His ears fill with the quiet hitch of Noah's breath. This is not about soft, or gentle. This is about giving a big fuck you to a school that didn't know what to do with him. Luke relaxes his jaw, clutches Noah's hips, and takes as much of Noah into his mouth as he can. He always coughs on that first push forward, his eyes apparently bigger than his mouth. He hums at the stretch, the burn past the point of choking, that sticky salt tang tagging the back of his throat. Luke rests his thumbs at the swell of Noah's hipbone, traces patterns against his back with the rest of his fingers so as to not leave marks.
"Fuck." Noah thrusts forward into Luke's grasp.
"Soon." Luke pulls off with a messy wet kiss. Spit clings to his lip and bridges to the tip of Noah's cock. "Want you to come first. I want to watch you, feel you fall apart for me. Right here." Noah's body convulses at Luke's words and he loves how much he can turn Noah on. He collects saliva in his mouth to ease the next pass. At the same time, he fidgets the lube from his pocket and liberally coats the fingers of his right hand. He traces the line of Noah's ass, up down, up down. Luke laps at the drops of pre-come, encourages them with gentle suction as he hollows his mouth and eases his head down the shaft.
"God, god, god"
Luke takes the advantage of Noah fucking into his mouth. On slide back, Noah nearly slips himself onto Luke's lubed fingers and freezes. Luke rotates his finger carefully, attempts to prepare them both. He edges his finger into Noah's incredible heat without difficulty, pulls back and adds a second finger, simultaneously switching to tongue the soft skin of Noah's balls. He sucks one, then the other, wishes momentarily that Noah was positioned differently so he could lick his way into the hot slip-slide motion his fingers are enjoying.
"Please, more, please." Noah white knuckles the crossbars. He's bitten his lower lip red and swollen.
Who is he to disagree with his own plan? Who wouldn't want to offer more? "Almost there?" Luke palms his own dick for a moment with his non-lubed hand. Had he known how hot this would be, how fucking satisfying to finally have someone here at the high school, even if it was a few years later, he would have worn jerked off before dragging Noah here.
Noah's desperate nod is all Luke needs. The keening whine makes it that much better. Luke revels in the contrast of velvet smooth, heavy hard and sweet salt all at once. He tickles his nose against wirey curls and that insane scent of sex and Noah. Luke's throat squeezes tighter as he swallows. His tongue rides under the head and he adds the slightest hint of teeth as he hums appreciation about the cock in his mouth and the third digit he added into Noah's ass.
"Oh, fuck, Luke, Jesus, Luke, Luke, Luke. Jesus."
Luke pulls back enough to ride Noah's orgasm and swallow what he can. Inevitably come leaks from his mouth, but he keeps his mouth in place and licks through the aftershocks until Noah starts to soften. Luke wipes come off his own chin and plants sloppy kisses on Noah's cock until it's clean. His fingers never completely stop moving, stretching, widening to make things easier until he removes them, stumbles as he stands. "You're so ready for me now. Need you." Luke coughs. His voice is shattered. "Stay. Just the way you are."
"Wanna touch you. It's not fair."
"Don't want fair, Noah. Want to fuck you so hard you come again." Luke bites at Noah's ear as he eases behind him. He admires the hard lines of Noah's back as he leans into it. "It's stupid, I get that. Proving this to myself after high school's all done and over."
"It's not stupid." Noah's hands hold tight as he looks over his shoulder to catch Luke's gaze. "I wouldn't be here if I thought it was. If we want to travel the world and screw in every school I've been in, I'm more than up for that." He rocks his hips back against Luke's. "Want you inside me," he whispers. "It's all I ever want."
Luke trips his clean hand up the strength of Noah's arms, purrs at the tremors he creates. He scratches his nails back down gorgeous biceps, across Noah's back and under his shirt up the front to palm his nipple. He pops the button of his jeans, rips at his zipper. "You ready?"
"I was ready forever ago. I'm always ready."
Luke jacks lube over his cock, lines himself up. He bites his lip, groans at the first move past tight muscle. "Holy shit." He didn't think it would be different. Latex isn't that thick, but oh god was he wrong. The grip around his cock, wet tight slick hot. He knows he should be gentle, allow them both time to adjust, but that so is not going to happen.
"More, Luke."
He grabs Noah's wrist with one hand, his hip with the other and slams himself in. The only words Luke can think are perfect and finally. He eases back, teasing that spot beneath the crown of his dick with the squeeze of Noah's ass. Luke shifts, adjusts and surges forward. Luke needs flesh on flesh, buries himself as deep as he can. Again, and again, and again. His lips are swollen, chapped from each wet lick of his tongue, each humid gasp against the nape of Noah's neck.
Noah shifts and spreads his hands on the bar. Luke figures it's for better grip, but whatever the reason, he uses the change to shift his fingers over Noah's and pin him there. He fists his other hand over Noah's semi-hard cock as it twitches to go for round two. Noah's body doesn't seem sure where it should be, rocks into the unsteady grasp of Luke's hand then back to grind his ass and take Luke deeper.
Luke thinks he ought to get Noah to come again as he promised, ought to be able to hold out until they are both ready. It's not going to happen. The aching kick in his stomach, the tightening in his balls and the back of his thighs confirm that there will be no simultaneous orgasm. "Noah. Shit. Can't wait. Sorry. God." The lurching uneasiness that always makes him dizzy is replaced by ohgodyesyesyes and that urgent sensation that his brains are potentially about to spill out his cock and into the ridiculously fine ass clenching around him. His knees lock and Luke moans Noah's name into the dark echo of the bleachers as he comes in amazing shaking waves.
"Love you so much." Noah's voice is rough and desperate, almost like he is crying. He rests his head back against Luke's shoulder. Luke almost comes again at the silky stickiness of Noah releasing into his fist.
They catch their breath, sculpted back to chest, glued together by sweat-dampened soft cotton. "I can't feel my toes," Luke confesses into Noah's shoulder blades.
"I don't know if I can move my arms."
Luke soothes across Noah's lower back, down to his ass, slips out. His heart pounds quick. His body cries to return to where it was. It's uncomfortable and messy as he pulls up his jeans and he almost regrets his need to go commando. He bends, winces, but convinces his hands to re-dress his boyfriend. "You okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?"
Noah shakes his head. "Not at all. Shut up already and let it be okay that I loved it. I wanted to give this to you as much as you wanted to do it. Okay?" He peels his fingers off the bar, stretches, turns to wrap himself around Luke. His face buries into the warmth of Luke's neck and shoulder. "You got any other moments from high school you need to recapture? Not today, hell, maybe not tomorrow either, but I could definitely offer to help."
"You're too good to me." Luke tucks Noah's hair back from his forehead to kiss him. "There's one last part to this, but you gotta look at it." Luke grapples for the mini flashlight and the black permanent marker he brought for the occasion. "Right," he focuses the beam into a concentrated circle. "There. Can you read that?"
The light shows a sloppy 'L.S +' scrawled in messy marker. It's missing the second set of initials. "I wrote this my senior year, promised myself I'd wait until I could fill it in." He meshes his hand with Noah's, uncaps the pen. Together they add N.M underneath. Luke circles the promise in a sloppy heart. "Now," he smiles, keeps their hands locked. "Now it's perfect." He shuts off the flashlight, begins to stumble back out to the gym. "Let's go home."
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I'm SO very glad you enjoyed it.
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And the sex? Turned out absolutely smoking. Divine.
Love it to pieces.
Oh, and that ending is the best thing I have read in a really long time. Just a relatively few words that packed a huge punch. Absolutely pitch-perfect. It may my insides feel all tingly.
Did I mention I'm on vaca?
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Yay for vacation.
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i wub u.
bmtt
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*smooches* n_m
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"Oh, fuck, Luke, Jesus, Luke, Luke, Luke. Jesus."
UH.......HOOOOOT! I love how Jesus and Luke blur into one entity. You know, cause it's true in real life. :P
He rocks his hips back against Luke's. "Want you inside me," he whispers. "It's all I ever want."
My insides literally melted into sludge. That sounds gross. But they did. But, yeah. Oh and the butterflies. They were there as well. Then again, they're always present when I read fic from you.
The light shows a sloppy 'L.S +' scrawled in messy marker. It's missing the second set of initials. "I wrote this my senior year, promised myself I'd wait until I could fill it in." He meshes his hand with Noah's, uncaps the pen. Together they add N.M underneath. Luke circles the promise in a sloppy heart. "Now," he smiles, keeps their hands locked. "Now it's perfect." He shuts off the flashlight, begins to stumble back out to the gym. "Let's go home."
Yeah. Seriously. That big, fucking "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
jsdhfkajfhaslgljakfhasdlfkshdflkafhadlfkad!
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*giggles* i was thinking of adding a warning of "sugary sweet". You think it needs it?
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