A/N: This chapter deserves the M rating :)

Who's Luke?

Chapter Ten – Bed Sheets

Noah was nervous. In fact, he couldn't remember ever feeling this scared about something. He had his acceptance letter in his hand, even though it was making it hard for him to cook breakfast like he was trying to. The letter had come early in the morning, and he hadn't been able to stop looking at it. At the crest on the top, the thick creamy paper and – most importantly – the words which tell him that he has been accepted to study filmmaking at the New York Film Academy. Now all he had to do was wait for Luke to get out of bed and join him in the kitchen. Noah could feel his stomach knot in little twists of excitement as he imagined telling Luke the good news and asking to him to go to New York with him. And Luke would say yes. Of course he would. He'd say yes.

Bed sheets were twisted around Luke's body, keeping him wrapped up warm and safe from the cold he would have been otherwise feeling. He had spent the whole night tossing and turning while Noah slept on undisturbed by the demons that were tormenting Luke. All he had been able to think about was Noah and Reid. Reid and Noah. Of Noah's wide grin, and Reid's reluctant smile. Noah's strong large hands and Reid's smaller talented ones. Reid's clear cerulean eyes and Noah's hazy brown ones. Noah's plaid tops and Reid's plain shirts. Noah's height and Reid's stance. The way it had felt when Noah's lips had first made contact with Luke's, of how he had denied it had meant anything and pushed him away over and over again. Back to Dallas, when Reid had literally grabbed him, planted a kiss on his unwilling mouth and refused to say it was a mistake. The way Noah felt inside him, and the way Reid made him feel. Noah was old, familiar, safe; the man his parents wanted him to be with, the man he had fallen for when he was eighteen and they were still both boys. Reid was new, and fiery and exciting; he made Luke feel grown up, and scared. And most of all, Reid made Luke want to be a better man to deserve him.

Luke shifted slightly on the bed as his thoughts turned back to Reid. In his mind, he imagined the one night he had spent with him. He had tried since then to suppress it, dismiss it as a mistake but Luke didn't want to do that anymore. Instead, he thought back to Reid pushing him up against the door of his apartment. Of Luke asking if Katie was home, and Reid telling him he didn't care. Hastily tearing buttons off their clothes because they were replaceable and that moment was not.

Subconsciously, Luke drifted his hand over his chest, gently rubbing on his nipples until they were both hard. He remembered Reid grabbing his hand and pulling him into his bedroom and slamming the door shut. Reid pushing him back onto the bed and telling him he looked hot. Luke had never felt sexier in his life than he had when Reid had said that.

Luke slowly lowered his hand down to his stomach, stroking over the hair that grew there in a tantalising treasure trail leading downwards. His free hand twisted in his hair, pretending it was Reid, pretending that it was Reid touching him now. Luke continued to imagine Reid's long, lean body as he slowly pulled himself closer and closer to the edge until he came with a low groan still thinking about Doctor Oliver.

As soon as he had come back down to earth, Luke pulled himself up out of bed and went to have a shower. He stood under the hot water, allowing the droplets to unravel the tension he was feeling in his back and shoulders. When he was clean, he stepped out and dried himself quickly before throwing on jeans and a polo shirt. The smell of bacon cooking made him feel a flash of guilt, but then he pushed it down with the thought that he was going to be honest with Noah at last.

Noah looked up when his boyfriend entered the kitchen and grinned. Luke's hair was still wet from the shower and his shirt was sticking to his skin, showing off everything.

"Morning, gorgeous," Noah practically chirped, sliding a piece of bacon onto a plate and bringing it over to Luke.

"I… I need to talk to you, Noah." Luke said, his voice low and serious. And Noah, looking back a few days later, should have taken that as a warning sign. But instead he just smiled and pulled Luke down into a chair.

"I have to tell you something too, babe. But you go first." Luke flinched slightly at the term of endearment, but Noah didn't seem to notice.

"Ok," Luke said slowly, not sure how to begin, but feeling like he had to say something – anything – before the silence stretched on for any longer.
"The thing is, Noah, we've been together for a long time. And you know how much I love you…." Luke broke off there to look into Noah's wide, happy eyes and big grin. "I will always love you, Noah. You know that. But the thing is… I… I'm not… I can't do this anymore." Noah's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared back at Luke like he had suddenly sprouted another head.

"What are you saying?" He demanded, all smiles gone.

"What I'm saying is that I don't…I mean… I think we should break up. For good this time. Because I know you're happy, but I'm not, Noah. I haven't been fully happy since…" Luke stopped, unable to mention Reid's name to an already hurt Noah. But Noah, as it turned out, guessed anyway.

"Since what, Luke? Since Reid left? You barely knew the guy, and he was just using you for sex anyway!"

"He wasn't." Luke breathed out, his voice quiet and slightly broken. He cleared his throat and tried again. "He wasn't using me. I'm sorry Noah." Luke stood up, dropped a kiss on Noah's forehead and walked out of the front door.