"5… 4… 3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
With a giddy smile, Luke stands on tiptoe to share the traditional kiss with his boyfriend, as balloons and confetti drop down on the crowd from Metro's ceiling.
"So that's midnight," Noah observes the obvious, having to raise his voice slightly so Luke might hear him over all the noise. "And our cue to get out of here," he adds with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow, "Don't you think?"
"What," Luke asks playfully, "To find someplace more private?" He's reminded of himself telling Noah the same thing, in the same place, a year ago. As he confessed to Noah in Old Town, his feelings haven't changed since. Oh heck, they did… Luke is that much more in love with this man now.
"I think I've got the perfect place in mind," Noah agrees, and the two join hands as they begin to leave the club. Luke starts to feel the excitement coursing through him, like fireworks at the pit of his stomach… after yearning for it for so long, 'the night' has finally arrived. They were finally going to do this.
As they head out to Noah's truck, Luke is only half listening while Noah explains that his roommate is away and only coming back in a couple of days - therefore, Noah's dorm room is all theirs tonight. All his brain is capable of processing at the moment is that this is really going to happen.
They arrive at the dorm room surprisingly fast, Noah turning on the light and tossing his jacket aside after they enter. Luke's eyes soon find Noah's bed, and he almost does a double take when he realizes that there are rose petals spread all over the bed sheet. He glances at Noah with a surprised smile.
"I know I said these wouldn't be in my movie," Noah sweetly shrugs, "But I guess you were right… I'm a closet romantic in the end of the day."
Then he sets to lighting the half dozen vanilla-scented candles Luke hadn't even realized were there, placed in several spots across the room. Luke can do nothing but watch in awe as his boyfriend proceeds to dim the lights.
Noah next steps over to the CD player on his desk, pops a disc in it and hits Play. A slow, romantic song begins playing; Luke thinks it sounds familiar, but the last thing occupying his mind right now is what song or album they're listening to, because Noah raises his eyes to meet Luke's and this – is - it.
He finds his breath caught in his chest as Noah takes several steps forward until their faces are almost touching. He remembers his own advice to Noah the last time they were about to do this: just breathe. Easier said than done.
Especially when Noah's hands are on the collar of Luke's jacket and sliding it off, and then Noah's diving in for a kiss. It starts as slowly and tentatively as if it was their first kiss, the touch of Noah's lips almost ghostly, but it only takes a moment before Luke opens his mouth, ready for more. It's like he's been ignited; when Noah's tongue is dancing inside his mouth, it certainly feels like they're both on fire.
But Noah's clearly one for multi-tasking, and despite not breaking off the kiss for a millisecond, he manages to begin undoing the buttons on Luke's grey dress shirt. The good thing about button-down shirts, Luke realizes, is that you can remove them without pulling them over your head, which would require a pause in the kissing. Then, Noah's hands are roaming all over what's now bare skin, and damn if Luke isn't shivering for reasons that have nothing to do with January weather; quite the contrary.
He still has the presence of mind to deduce that Noah is far too dressed for his tastes, though. So now these are his hands loosening Noah's red tie and tossing it aside, before Noah's own dress shirt is unbuttoned and removed, and his white undershirt follows suit. And Luke can't help planting kisses all over his boyfriend's upper body, running his hands all over the gorgeous skin, before returning to Noah's lips. Somewhere between the kissing, they manage to kick off those pesky dress shoes, too (and even pull off their socks), and Luke almost stops amidst his own tongue exploring the wetness of Noah's mouth when he feels his belt being unbuckled, because damn. He decides against it, though, because multi-tasking really is the best idea right now.
When they're finally down to just their boxer briefs, Noah apparently decides that enough's enough, because he's gently shoving Luke in the general direction of the bed. Luke certainly has no objection to that idea, and after pushing some of the rose petals off the mattress, he lies down on his back while his heart thunders against his chest. This only gets worse – or better, really – when Noah casually slides off his briefs before climbing on top of Luke, and he realizes he's seeing Noah fully naked for the first time; the brief glimpse he got in Branson, which embarrassed both of them more than anything, doesn't really count.
Luke only now notices that Noah looks as breathless as he himself feels. "God, Luke, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, sweeping Luke's hair away from his forehead while giving him the once-over, his voice so husky and filled with desire that Luke is practically reduced to delirium. He feels delirious, that's for sure.
"So are you," is all Luke manages to breathe in response – it's simple, but it's the truth. Then Noah's kissing him fiercely, and again, he can't really concentrate on anything but the fire between them as his hands slide across Noah's shoulders to his upper back.
It's not long before Noah decides that Luke's mouth isn't the only part of him that deserves attention, however. He starts to suck and kiss his way down his boyfriend's neck, lingering on his Adam's apple. Luke can't help squeezing his eyes shut as Noah's covering every inch of his chest with kisses and taking each nipple in his mouth. His back's arching off the bed when he feels Noah continue the trail down to his stomach and dip his tongue in Luke's navel for good measure. He did try to keep his moans quiet at first, but now Luke suspects they're loud enough for half the campus to hear. And sweet Jesus, does he not care. Oh, God.
Then Noah's fingers are on the waistband of his briefs, gently tugging them down before adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor, and Luke gulps. Nowhe's naked in front of Noah for the first time, and feeling all too self-conscious about it. When he feels Noah's hot breath at his groin, Luke truly thinks he might lose it.
Noah proceeds to lock eyes with him, his hands still on Luke's sides. "You ready?" he asks, sounding for the world like it's hard for him to even put two rational words together in the throes of this passion.
"Yeah," Luke gasps by way of replying, "But Noah, maybe we should… you know…"
It's awkward and he doesn't really know how to say it. But he doesn't feel comfortable asking Noah to go down on him just like that, either, especially on their first time.
Fortunately, Noah seems to understand and nods. He scrambles over to the nightstand, pulls out a pack of condoms from the top drawer and rips it open. Luke again feels light-headed when Noah gingerly places the condom on him. It's such an intimate gesture and he still can't quite believe that they're here, sharing it.
Then he's surrounded by Noah's mouth, and all thoughts, coherent or otherwise, fly out of the window. His eyes snap shut again, his back arches off the bed again, and he's moaning again – and louder – as he feels the heat engulf his cock. First Noah takes all of him, then he's sliding up and down and teasing Luke with little flecks of his tongue and oh my God Noah… he must have fantasized about this hundreds of times – first with Kevin or other guys, then with Noah and Noah only - but he was now learning that nothing had ever come close to the real sensation. Luke's mind goes entirely blank on sync with a final guttural moan as he climaxes for what feels like for the first time in his life.
Tbc…