Title: Heels Over Head, an AU fic.
Author's Note: This is set in an alternate universe, as stated above, so obviously things are differnt but I tried to keep things close-ish to how it really is.

Luke never thought he'd do it, kiss his best friend. He didn't know what made him do it. One minute Noah was telling him about his older sister Lena getting her belly button pierced and how his uptight father flipped. The next, all Luke could think of was his lips.

He had a fascination with Noah's lips. Noah liked to chew his bottom lip when he was concentrating.

'God his lips look soft,' Luke thought.

Ever since he had figured out he was gay, he found he was attracted to his friend. He thought maybe it was a phase, that maybe he'd get over it. It had been almost two years, and if anything, his attraction only grew.

Luke couldn't tear his gaze from Noah's lips. Noah had moved on to talking about his dog when his rambling sentence was stopped by Luke's lips and tongue. Noah's lips were as soft as they looked and tasted lightly of lemons. Luke had never enjoyed lemons quite so much in his life.

Noah's reaction wasn't what Luke had thought it would be. Instead of pulling away, Noah seemed to be pushing closer. At least he was kissing back.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Luke told him warily, breaking off the kiss to breathe.

Noah's eyes were still closed after Luke pulled away, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Luke licked his lips and savored the lingering taste.

Luke was sixteen when he had figured it out. At first he was terrified to tell his parents. They were very open people, but still. His mother didn't know what to make of it at first, asked about Ashley. But in the end both of his parents accepted it. They had just told him that whoever made him happy made them happy.

Noah's eyes fluttered open, gazing intensely at Luke's face.

"I should go," Luke said softly, wanting to leave before Noah could say anything. "I—I—I'm so—rry." He stammered.

Stuttering was a nervous habit he had whenever he was feeling shy or uncomfortable, he stuttered. Something he never did around Noah. As he walked away from the park they had been in, his head and heart were conflicted.

'Why did I kiss him? What the hell was I thinking? Is he going to hate me,' Luke wondered, already forgetting that Noah had kissed him back. He spent the walk home berating himself.

'Thirteen years of friendship down the drain cause you can't control your lust. I'm such an idiot,' he thought as he pushed the front door open. He headed for the stairs hoping he could get up them unnoticed.

"Luke, is that you?"

No such luck.

"Yeah mom, It's me."

"Sweetie what are you doing home? I thought you and Noah were going to the movies in," she glanced at her watch. "ten minutes. Did something happen?"

"Yeah but I don't want to talk about it."

"Hone—"

"I'll tell you some other time. Just not now."

"Okay," she said biting at the skin on her lip. Something she only did when she was worried. "I'll be in the den if you need me."

He nodded in reply and walked up the stairs to his room. He always hated his bedroom. It was originally a large walk in closet, which for a closet even a walk in one was very big but not for living in and that was after they had knocked out a wall. The room was now 8x10 at the most. Not nearly big enough for his dresser, bed, computer desk, bookshelf and TV.

Despite its size it was probably the nicest room in the house. It was the only room in the whole house to have wood floors. The walls were painted a deep red accented by black curtains. Also it had a large window his parents had added when his mother discovered she was expecting.

He plopped down on his bed wincing in pain. He moved off the bed to see what he landed on. Noah's writing notebook. He must have left it earlier. They had been at his house after school. Noah was working on writing song lyrics to go along to the music Luke had written.

That was Luke's talent, music. He could play almost any instrument that he tried. He was applying to Julliard in the fall. Luke sighed and tossed the notebook back on his bed. He cast a glace around the room looking for his binder full of sheet music. It's on his desk. He headed over to the desk nearly breaking a leg when he stumbled over his chemistry book. He snatched the music off the corner of the desk and left the room heading down stairs to the living room.

The piano had been a gift for his 16th birthday. He would have loved for it to be in his room but there was no room so it was either the den or the living room. Luke opted for the living room. It was nothing like its name implies it was really more of a music room. It held the piano, guitar and violin, all of which he played. The only other things in the room were a very large sound system and a machine connected to the piano that printed out whatever you played. Luke's parents knew he liked writing music but even despite his wonderful memory he couldn't always remember what he had been playing. It had to be Luke's favorite room in the whole house.

They'd been working on sound proofing the room because it was next to the den which also served as an office. It was where his mother spent most of her time correcting her student's homework. She taught sixth grade math. Luke never could understand how he grew up with a math teacher as a mother and still was terrible at math.

Luke sat on the piano stool and rolled up the cover on the black and white keys. He set the binder next to him. He played around on the keys, repeating something he liked. He added a few more notes slowly and then a cord. He grabbed the pencil on the ledge of the piano jotting down a few lyrics to go along on the small note pad that always was on the piano bench. No where to go, Another note. Falling too fast.

"Sweetie, that's fantastic," his mother said, shocking him into pressing the wrong key. He made a noise of frustration. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, mom." Luke looked at the clock.

Eleven o'clock. 'I guess I was in here longer then I thought.'

,He turned to the printer seeing if it had finish printing out his work. It beeped signifying it was finished. He stood and walked over to the printer, picking up the sheets of paper. He thumbed through them seeing what he had played. A small smile crossed his face. Playing always relaxed him. He paper clipped the music together and added it to the almost bursting binder. His mother spoke up. "Looks like you need a new binder."

Luke chucked at the obvious statement. "Yeah, seems like it. Could you get me another one from work?"

"Of course, sweetie."

"Thanks Mom." He said through a yawn. "I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Okay honey. Sleep well."

Luke trotted up the stairs and drifted to his room. He set his binder back where he found it careful to not trip over his chemistry book this time. He then picked up the book and put it in his messenger bag. He stripped down to his boxers and laid on his bed not bothering to move the comforter on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling for awhile just thinking about the day, mostly Noah before finally falling asleep only to dream about him too.

Luke woke up with a thud. He looked around groggily trying to figure out where he was - the floor. Slowly his dreams came back to him. Noah was the common point in them all. Mostly they were memories not dreams but one was most definitely not a memory. They were on a bed kissing, touching, their bodies intertwined in the sheets. Luke could feel himself blush at the images in the dream. He remembered how Noah's lips had felt against his own that evening, how he could feel the heat radiating off his body.

Glancing at his phone he thought of calling Noah. He knew for a fact he didn't sleep till at least one in the morning and it was only midnight. He dialed the number, hanging up after one ring. What would he say? That he'd had a dream about him and suddenly had the urge to call? Yeah, that would go over real well.

'I'll just avoid him at work. Who cares that we kind of have to work together.' Luke thought, rolling his eyes as he lay awake in his own bed.

He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom grabbing clean clothes. He adjusted the temperature knobs in the shower trying to finding the right temperature. Once it was the perfect level of not too hot and not too cold he hopped in. He sleepily washed his hair and body the water not waking him up fast enough. By the time he is out of the shower he is awake and as ready as he could be for work. He hummed the tune he wrote last night as he pulled on a striped shirt.

Luke's plan worked through the first half of the day, until, rushing out of the main office, he got cornered by Noah.

"Luke, why are you avoiding me?" he asked, already pretty sure of the reason.

"I'm not. Why would you th—think that?" Luke asked, uncomfortable by Noah's close proximity. Last time they were close he'd done something he shouldn't have.

"Look I know something is wrong. Just tell me," he said wanting to hear Luke say it, no matter how sure of the reason he was. "Is it because you kissed me, 'cause that—."

"Noah, I have to g—go. I'm gonna be late for an appointment," Luke stated, avoiding the question.

He slipped away from Noah, heading down the hall to copy room. He didn't have an appointment.

'Thank god he didn't follow me,' thought as he walked out of the copy room, hurrying out of WOAK. 'Well at least he doesn't hate me. I'll have to explain it to him sometime though.'

Great. How was a person supposed to explain that they'd known they were gay for two years and pretty much lusted after someone for all of that time?