THE CHASE CHAPTER: 25 SUMMARY: Noah puts his and Luke's plan into action. Luke gets mail and decides to take matters into his own hands. DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and storyline/plot are the property of september(25). No copyright infringement is intended. Edited by me. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, run on sentences, punctuation or general lack of flow.
Luke kissed Noah goodbye Monday morning and wished him luck. Today was going to be a huge deal because Noah was going to do his thing with Zachary. To keep his mind off his boyfriend, Luke went to the loft to write. He was so close to ending the story 'Behaving Badly'.
Taylor kissed Kris goodbye before whispering in a teasing way, "How's that ass? Sore?"
"Not too bad." Kris said, smiling at Taylor as he ran his fingers through his dark hair to fix it. Taylor reached up and grabbed Kris's wrists and brought them down, pulling them to his side to get Kris to lurch forward into his body. "Love you. See you later." he said, tenderly kissing Kris on the lips.
"Love you too." Kris looked up at Taylor innocently. "Have a great day."
"I will." Taylor replied before he left.
Kris went back to the bedroom to change the sheets, straighten up and do their laundry.
"KRIS!" Luke yelled from the top of the stairs to the loft. "Come here!"
Kris frowned as he strode to the bottom of the stairs. "What?" he asked somewhat timidly since Luke seemed to be upset.
"Upstairs." Luke said sternly and waved him up.
Kris took a few tentative steps and halted. "What is it Luke? Can't you tell me from here?"
Luke shook his head and motioned with a finger for Kris to come up.
Kris hung his head and slowly ascended the stairs. When he reached the top, Luke was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen. He pointed to it and asked unamused, "What is this?"
Kris gulped and stood next to Luke. He looked at the monitor and gasped. "Shit." he muttered.
Luke swiveled his chair to face Kris and crossed his arms. "Porn? Really?"
"I just wanted to see what it was, that's all. I'm sorry." Kris said apologetically.
"You just wanted to see what it was, huh? Take a look at my history on the computer Kris, there's at least 15 you-tube videos that were looked at. All sex, male and male."
Kris shrugged. "I was curious." he said in a soft spoken voice. "Sorry."
Luke's eyes lessened in intensity. "Alright, but next time ask, ok? Some of these sites could contain a virus. Luckily I ran spybot and everything is good."
"Whew!" Kris blew out the air in his lungs, relieved he didn't mess up Luke's computer. He hadn't been thinking when he was using it. He was too caught up in watching men having sex that he didn't pay attention to what he was doing or clicking on.
"So? Did you register for college? What classes did you pick?" Luke smiled up at Kris. He was excited that his roommate was going to better himself.
"I forgot to." Kris said, ashamed.
"Too busy looking at men having sex I suppose." Luke turned to the computer and typed in the technical school that Kris wanted to attend. "Here it is. Fill out this application and send it with your pick of classes. You may not get all of the ones you want, but it's a start." Luke stood up, letting Kris take his chair.
While Kris was typing, Luke took a seat on the edge of his bed and wondered how Noah was doing at work. His stomach bubbled with anxiety as he thought of Noah confronting Zachary. He desperately needed something to draw his attention away from those thoughts.
"So, are you going to tell Taylor the ring wasn't an engagement ring or did you set him straight already?" Luke asked, curious about Kris's answer. He hoped his roommate told Taylor it was a mistake. Kris was too young to get married, to settle down already, to commit for the rest of his life- at least he acted like it. Kris had very little experience being in a relationship and later in life, he may regret the fact that he hadn't dated more.
"No I didn't. He's happy. I think I'll just keep it to myself. Besides," Kris lit up. "he called me his fiancé! I think he's excited to be engaged."
Luke chuckled and answered, "Well, I guess congratulations. If that's what you want, I wish you luck."
"It's certainly what I wanted down the road, but now is ok. I mean, I feel destined to be with Taylor for life."
"Good for you." Luke said with a genuine smile.
"Yea." Kris said, then grinned. "Yea! I have to call my mom!" he said with enthusiasm as he stood up.
"No, you have to finish that application for school and pick your classes. AND, you dork, telling your mom that you're engaged is something you do in person, perhaps over dinner with your fiancé, NOT over the phone."
"Oh." Kris sank to the chair. "I don't know if I can announce it in person over dinner. Mom is usually the buffer between me and dad when it comes to 'gay' stuff. He'd rather not know if you get my drift."
"He may surprise you, you never know until you do it." Luke said encouragingly. "Does he say things to you about your being gay?"
"No." Kris answered, "He accepts it in his own way. He'd never say anything bad to me, but like I said, he's uncomfortable with it." Kris looked thoughtful for a moment, then guessed, "Maybe the idea of a man loving another man grosses him out or something."
"Or, he could have wanted you to settle down with a nice girl and give him grandchildren." Luke suggested.
"Yea. My mom grieved over that for a short time after I came 'out', but she got over it because she wanted me to be happy in the end."
Luke laughed, "In the 'end'. I bet you're happy in the end. Your rear end."
Kris giggled and nodded before he turned back to the computer and finished his application.
~~**~~
Noah had a morning meeting, then he photographed Zachary for an upcoming advertisement. When they were done, Noah invited him into the darkroom to talk to him privately, but with the ruse to help develop pictures. As expected, Zachary came on to him.
"So baby, what do you want me to do? 'Develop' a hard on for you?" Zachary chuckled.
Noah turned and looked at Zachary. "Would you? I can't stop thinking about the last time we were in here together. Remember? You jacked off, your cum hit my shirt, then you finished cumming in that cup and lastly, you drank your own cum. God... that was so hot. Gave me the biggest boner ever!" Noah said in a seductive tone.
Zachary was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "I saw it." he said, stepping up to Noah and rubbing his chest. "I knew you still had it for me." he leaned forward to kiss Noah, but
"You're so hot, beautiful. God your body is to die for. I've wanted you so bad, but I denied my feelings." Noah said, knowing Zachary loved hearing compliments. "You know, I've been so confused lately."
Zachary's hands lowered, cupping and rubbing Noah's ass. "You have the best ass Noah. So fucking tight. It's perfect for my cock, for fucking."
Noah tried to smile. He flirted, "That's right. You know what you're doing when you fuck, don't you? "
"Damn right baby." Zachary's chest heaved with his deep, horny breaths.
"You know, I thought I loved Luke, but I don't. It was just lust. It's you I love Zack." Noah licked his lips nervously, uncomfortable with what he was doing.
Zachary stared into Noah's bright blue eyes and replied, "Baby, what is it? Are you scared I won't take you back? I do want you back." He pushed his erection into Noah's crotch. "I'll show you how much." he looked around. "We can fuck right in here. Take your pants off."
"Wait," Noah said quickly. "first I want to say something important Zack."
"Ok." Zachary replied with interest at what Noah had to say.
Noah repeated what he and Luke had rehearsed last night including convincing looks and body language. "I want us to be together with a commitment. No cheating. Promise me."
Noah WAS a prime piece of ass, not to mention incredibly attractive, but there were so many other hot men out there. How was he supposed to keep his dick in his pants? Zachary swallowed. "Uh, ok." he lied.
Noah hitched his breath, thinking,
"Kiss me Noah." Zachary said with lust rolling off his tongue and his hands running up and down the sides of Noah's waist. "We can get to fucking afterwards. God, I can't wait to stick my cock in your horny hole. It's been so long that we've been together. My dick is aching for your ass to swallow it up."
"Zack." Noah said thinking quickly as he bent down on one knee and took Zachary's hand. "I really love you- only you. I've thought a lot about this, so here goes-- Will you marry me? I want us to raise a family in a nice home. Somewhere away from this big city."
"What?" Zachary shook Noah's hand off his. "I- I- huh?" His mouth dropped open. "Are you crazy? I'm too young to settle down. Kids? No fucking way. I don't want kids and I don't want to get married. I have my career to think about first and foremost. That's the most important thing in my life. I can't marry you!" he looked at Noah like he was psychotic.
"Please! You won't regret it baby!" Noah begged, making the scenario convincing. He walked forward on his knees. "I love you. I can make you happy! You don't have to model. I'll take care of you." He wrapped his arms around Zachary's waist and clutched him tightly.
Zachary tried to get Noah off of him. "Let go! I don't want that kind of life. It's boring and predictable. You're insane." he said loudly, looking at Noah as if he'd gone off the deep end.
Noah forced some tears as he looked up at Zachary. "I know you love me Zack. We can be happy. I'm going to keep after you until you give in." 'Oooh, did I go overboard there? Will he see through this and realize this is an act to get him off my back?'
"Let go Noah. Seriously. I don't want that kind of life." Zachary pulled Noah's hands away from his waist and stepped back. He saw the desperation and tears in Noah's eyes and shook his head, believing that Noah had really proposed to him. "Look, you're a nice guy, but the answer is no fucking way! Oh, and leave me the hell alone from now on." He watched Noah hang his head before shaking his own head, then he left the room.
Noah heard the door close and raised his head with a huge grin on his face.
"Luuuuke!" Kris yelled up to the loft after closing the front door. In his hand he had the mail, delivered personally by the mailman.
Luke poked his head out of his bedroom door. "What?"
"Mail call! You have another junk mail envelope. Want me to toss it?"
Luke hopped down the stairs hurriedly. "NO!" he yelled, then added in a softer tone, "I mean, no, I'll take it."
Kris handed it to him, eying him suspiciously. "I called my mom. She said Taylor and I could come over tonight. She's going to make dinner for us. Luke, I'm really nervous."
"Did you call Taylor and tell him yet?"
"Yes. He's looking forward to it. He's not even scared Luke! I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by telling my parents. I love Taylor and all, but my parents might not believe that gay people should get married. What if they kick us out of their house? What if they yell? What if they tell me I'm too young, or that Taylor is too old for me?"
"Your mom was ok with him. She probably softened the blow already by talking to your dad about you dating Taylor."
"I wish she could tell him we're engaged." Kris reiterated. "I'm so frightened."
Luke gave Kris a calming, reassuring hug. "You have Taylor, he's all you need."
Kris nodded and mentioned that he was going to shower and pick out the clothes he'd wear tonight.
Luke went upstairs and closed the bedroom door. He held the orange-ish colored envelope in his hand and sighed. When would this end? He tore open the flap and slowly pulled out another series of pictures. He groaned and plopped down on the bed as he embarrassedly looked at the pictures of himself. He had to tell Noah. Had to. This was getting ridiculous. He shuffled the pictures, seeing a long note on a lined piece of paper this time, instead of on the back of one of the pictures.
Hello Luke,
The first picture is my favorite. I love imagining you stroking that long, thick cock of yours. In fact, I whack off when I'm looking at it- fantasizing about you cumming in my mouth or my ass.
The next picture of your perfect hole is another one I love to jack off to. I copied dozens of them. I tape one to my headboard, kneel in front of it and cum right on your ass. I pretend I'm fucking your hole.
I know these notes might freak you out, but I'm not stalking you or anything. I'm being honest and I have no intention of harming you. I guess you could say I'm lusting after you.
Just take a look at yourself in these pictures Luke. You are an attractive, no, a beautiful man with a gorgeous body. Your face is stunning. I really want to get to know you.
A little bit about me. I'm over six feet tall, but not by much. I have dark hair and blue eyes. I'd describe my body type as athletic. I like Thai food, scary movies and of course hot blonds, namely you.
If I haven't scared you off yet, I'd like to meet you in person. Today, Monday, at 3pm- if you can make it. How about at Star's coffee house? It's a public place so you can be comfortable in a roomful of people and not think I'd try something.
I really hope you consider my offer. I promise to keep things simple. I just want to buy you a coffee and talk. Nothing more, nothing less.
Looking forward to seeing you gorgeous.
Luke had to force himself to breath.
"Luke! I got rid of him! Can you believe it?" Noah screeched happily.
"Really??! My plan worked?" Luke exclaimed excitedly.
"Well, some of it. I had to expand on it and propose to him. It scared him off!" Noah laughed.
Luke frowned, "You proposed to him? What if he had said yes Noah?" Luke pushed his free hand into the front of his pocket.
"But he didn't. You forget Luke, I know the guy inside and out. Besides, the point is, is that he wants nothing to do with me. Wasn't that the plan? To get rid of him? It's done, you should be happy." Noah wondered why Luke had lost his enthusiasm.
"I am happy. I'm glad he's gone, but proposing? Have you ever proposed to anyone else in your life?" Luke asked with a tinge of jealously.
"No. I've never been that serious about anyone." Noah explained.
"So HE'S the first guy you've ever proposed to?"
"Yes, well.... no. It wasn't a serious proposal. It was fake. Luke, what's the problem?" Noah asked, getting irritable.
"Nothing, I'm sorry. Great job. I'm ecstatic that he's out of our lives." Luke replied, feeling a
"I love YOU Luke Snyder." Noah said sincerely.
"And I love you Noah Mayer." Luke smiled. "See you."
"Bye babe."
~~**~~
later.... Luke left the house early, heading to Star's Coffee House. He entered the aromatic building and sat near the window so he had a clear view of who entered and exited the door. The place was relatively busy with people coming and going. Near three o'clock, his heart stopped. He saw a tall, dark haired, blue-eyed man walk into the coffee house. Luke watched him search the seating area as he walked to the counter to order. The man grinned and waved. Luke hesitantly waved back, seeing the gleam of the white gold engagement ring on his finger.
NO! Fuck! It's Taylor? No fucking way! He stole the pictures? He's been jacking off to them? He 'wants' me? Oh god this can't be!' Luke put his head in his hands.
"Hi there." Taylor said, sitting across the table from Luke, sliding a coffee towards him. "I bought you a coffee."
Luke groaned as he lifted his head. "Thanks?" he said, looking at Taylor's kind face.
"How are you?" Taylor asked with a smile before raising his cup to blow on his coffee. He took a sip and set the cup down while studying the different emotions crossing Luke's face.
"I 'was' fine. You?" Luke stated and gazed into his coffee, looking for answers to his questions in the dark brew.
"Great! So, what's up?" Then Taylor saw the look of confusion on Luke's face and asked, "Do you want me to leave?"
"Um, no, but I want you to know that nothing will ever happen between us Taylor. I don't have feelings for you like that and I'm in love with Noah."
"Okaaay..." Taylor raised his brows. "What are we talking about?"
Luke frowned and asked, "Don't you know?"
"Know what Luke? You're acting really weird." Taylor shook his head and lifted his cup of coffee again. He peered at Luke while he drank it, searching Luke's eyes for clues.
"Why are you here?" Luke asked, bluntly.
Taylor laughed. "Why does anyone come here? To get a coffee or a bite to eat. What is up with you anyway?"
"I thought.... never mind."
"I'm going to Kris's parents house tonight. I handed off my last two patients to my assistant and left early so I can get ready. You know, shower, shave and all that shit. I need caffeine to stay awake, so here I am. Why are you here?"
"Just thinking."
"Want to be alone?"
Luke nodded. "Yes. I do thanks." He didn't want Taylor to stay and see him with a strange man- the one who was on his way to meet him at 3:00. He didn't see anyone that matched the description of a tall, dark haired, blue eyed, athletic guy.
"Alright, see you later." Taylor said, standing up. "Bye."
"Bye, thanks for the coffee." Luke said thankfully.
Taylor left, leaving Luke sighing with relief that it wasn't his roommate who had been sending him pictures and dirty notes. A few moments later, Luke's eyes narrowed and a feeling of loathing wrenched his gut. He saw another dark haired man go to the counter to order. Luke kept his brown eyes on him, seeing that he'd ordered an iced coffee. He the blue eyed model turned and met his eyes. A sneaky smile crept on Zachary's face.
"Hi Luke." Zachary purred as he sat down. "How's it going doll?"
"What do you want?" Luke sneered.
"Oh that temper turns me on." Zachary snickered. "I heard that you and Noah are on the outs huh?"
Luke looked puzzled, then remembered the plan he and Noah devised to keep Zachary away from Noah.
"Yes." Luke answered.
"Yesss." Zachary leaned forward and grinned. "So, you're single now. How about a date? No, not a date. I don't want to go 'out'. We can stay in and just fuck. How's that sound? Bet your ass is missing the feeling of a hot, big cock in it- since Noah left you. Or." Zachary reached across the table and caressed Luke's cheek, "maybe you topped most of the time?"
"I want what's mine Zachary." Luke slapped the model's hand away from his face. "Give them to me. All of them."
"All of what sweetie?" Zachary sipped his drink through a straw. "See that?" he asked, "I bet I could suck a melon though a straw, whaddya think?" He smiled devilishly at Luke. "Wanna find out how good I suck Luke?"
"No!" Luke looked at him crazily. "All I want are my pictures."
"I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about. Why don't you come over to my place? We can sit on my bed and talk- naked."
"God you're relentless, do you know that? It's offensive."
"And you look delicious. I bet you taste delicious too." Zachary ran his tongue over his perfectly straight teeth. "Come on Luke, you do for me and I'll do for you."
"Get the hell outta here." Luke pointed to the door.
"Fine." Zachary replied. "Maybe another time."
"I'm not that hard up!" Luke sputtered.
"Not yet anyway." Zachary snickered and waved.
'This was a bust! Whomever was going to meet me isn't now because Taylor and Zachary showed up. Damn! Who the hell.... oh, there's someone. Nah, too young.'
Luke watched the teen look about the room anxiously, then quickly look away when he saw Luke. He seemed out of place, like he didn't know what he was doing here. Luke was watchful of the teenager's every move at the counter- from rubbing his arm nervously to his shifting from foot to foot. Luke was surprised when the dark haired boy approached him shyly.
"Hi." The blue eyed teen said, bravely meeting Luke's uncertain eyes.
"Hi?" Luke said as more of a question than a warm welcome.
"Uh, I promised you a coffee, but I see you have one. Would you rather have a soda or a juice?" the teen asked with a slight smile, pulling out the chair and sitting across from Luke.
"You? You have pictures of me? Who the hell are you?" Luke leaned forward, in the attempt to place the teens face.
"You don't know me, but you know my uncle. Well, actually, you may have seen me around. I don't know." the teen said, watching the fizz in his cola.
"Please, enlighten me." Luke said stone faced.
"Well, my uncle Hank--"
"What's this got to do with your uncle? Is he the one who took--"
"No, oh no, not him. It WAS me. Hank is the guy at your townhouse that opens the gates."
"THAT Hank? What the--? What?" Luke asked astonished.
The teen looked up and drowned in Luke's eyes. "God... you're even more beautiful close up. Your hair, those lips... man." he said dreamily in deep thought about Luke's body.
Luke turned pink. "Hey!" He snapped his fingers in the teens face. "Continue."
The teen shook his head and focused on Luke's face again. He wet his lips and said, "My uncle got me a temporary job helping landscape around several of the townhouses a few months ago. I saw you quite a few times. I immediately fell for you and continuously looked for you when you would leave and come back. I usually saw you with a dark haired guy, your boyfriend."
Luke nodded. "Go on." He wanted to find out how this kid got hold of Noah's pictures of him.
"Eventually the crew and I finished the landscaping job. I felt bad that I wouldn't catch glimpses of you anymore, so I eavesdropped on one of your conversations when you were kissing your boyfriend goodbye at his truck. I learned that he was a photographer. I got a job as a go-fer at GQ and to my delight and surprise, I found his camera bag sitting in an empty room. I looked through it and found a portfolio and peeked inside and saw those really hot pictures of you. I also found rolls of film that I thought maybe had your pictures on them. I had them developed, but you weren't on them."
Luke shook his head. "I can't believe this." he said to himself. "How old are you?"
"I'm 16. My name is Tom. I'm sorry about being so explicit in the notes I sent you, but it's easier to write my thoughts down instead of saying them to your face. Like, right now I'm sorta embarrassed about what I wrote, but those were... ARE my feelings. I know they were a little crude, but.... well... I don't know. I guess I wanted to sound older than I was because I feel older than I am. I wanted you to show up. I didn't want you to think I was a confused teenager or something."
Luke scratched his head, wondering what to do. He had to let Tom down easy. "Tom, I'm really flattered that.... no, I'm not. All I want are my pictures back, ok?"
"But, you came." Tom replied.
"To get what's rightfully mine. You stole them out of Noah's bag. That was wrong." Luke said in a firm voice.
"Luke, please. Let me get to know you. We can be friends, right?" Tom asked frantically.
"I don't think so. Not until you give me all those pictures you have, then we'll see." Luke answered with a lie. He had no intention of becoming friends with this creepy kid.
"Alright. We can go now."
"Where?"
"To my parents house of course. You don't think I carry them around with me, do you?" Tom smiled.
"No, but..."
"Come on Luke." Tom said, getting up from his chair. He held out his hand to Luke, but Luke declined, rising to his feet without help.
"I don't bite, sheesh." Tom said, looking discouraged.
"You're a minor." 'I don't want to touch him and give him the wrong idea or encourage him. God this kid has got the gonads to do this to me. He's calculating, that's for sure.' Luke thought as he followed Tom out the door.
"So? I'm experienced." Tom said, standing next to his, or rather, his parents car. "Ride with me?" he asked and opened the door for Luke.
"No, I'll follow." Luke said, walking away.
"Fine by me." Tom watched Luke's ass bounce as he sauntered away. "Daayyuuumn." he murmured before licking his lips.
Luke followed Tom to a modest looking home twenty minutes away from the townhouse. He watched Tom get out of the car and wave before heading up the walkway to the door.
Luke blew out a hard breath of air, raising the hair on his forehead. It moved back into place as he opened the car door.
Inside, Luke took a look around as he passed through the rooms on the way to Tom's bedroom.
"Right through here." Tom said, glancing over his shoulder at Luke. He unlocked, then opened his bedroom door and swept his arm across the room. "This is my room." he smiled at Luke.
Luke flushed a deep red, seeing his face and certain body parts all over one wall of the bedroom. "Oh. My. God." he said stunned.
"Great wallpaper, isn't it?" Tom grinned as he looked at each picture.
Luke quickly came to his senses and stood up on Tom's bed. He began tearing photos of himself off the wall, distraught that Tom had possession of something so personal, intimate and not meant for the teens eyes, or anyone else's for that matter.
"I can't fucking believe this!" Luke yelled, stretching, reaching higher. "Why would you do this to me?"
"I didn't do anything TO you."
"Look at this room!" Luke turned. "It's... god... it's got me all over. It's humiliating!"
"I worship you Luke. I like to look at you. Is that so wrong?" Tom asked, watching Luke jump off the bed to get the lower pictures.
Luke was huffing and puffing, moving frantically and looking around wild-eyed to make sure he got every picture. Then he saw it. He turned beet red and said in a steady voice, "Get that one off the headboard and rip it up."
Tom gazed lovingly at the picture he'd cum on earlier in the day. Luke's perfect pucker. "I can't! Don't make me rip up that one."
"Do it!" Luke demanded with his hands on his hips. "Right now Tom."
A myriad of expressions crossed Tom's face. He hesitated a moment too long.
"Alright. I'll do it!" Luke said and took the crusty picture off the headboard and ripped it up with a look of disgust on his face. "The others, where are they?"
Tom shook his head. "No. You have to let me keep one. Just one Luke, please?"
"No Tom. You know this isn't right. You have to know that these pictures weren't meant for you. I love Noah. We're in love. I'm not going to be with you." Luke said bluntly, straight to the point, hoping the teen would listen and hear that he was serious.
Tom turned away and went to his desk. He opened a drawer and took out at least twenty five photocopies and handed them to Luke.
"Is this all of them?" Luke asked with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Tom sighed, turned around again and opened the other drawer. He took out another stack of pictures and gave them to Luke. "That's all of them, I swear."
Luke stared at Tom for a few minutes. Deciding he believed the teen, he then turned away and left, holding the photos tightly against his chest.