AN: Disclaimers, notes, explanations, and recriminations are found in Chapter 1.
When: We pick up immediately from the previous chapter, in which a sofa-lounging (and naked) Luke has just said something very suggestive to a shell-shocked Noah, who's standing a short distance away.
Warnings: This is my first time writing any kind of scene like this, so, I hope it's ok. Pretty nervous about this particular chapter, so constructive feedback (good or bad) would be especially appreciated.
September 2011, continued
Noah flew across the room so quickly, Luke couldn't guarantee his feet had even touched the floor. Luke closed his eyes and tipped his head back, expecting to be ravaged, and then… nothing. In confusion, Luke blinked his eyes open, to find Noah kneeling on the floor beside him, his upper body hovering over Luke's, unmoving.
Instead, Noah was staring, unblinking, at Luke. Almost through him. Luke wondered dimly, could ice blue eyes catch fire? Because Noah's seemed ablaze with heat. Yet he hadn't even touched Luke. Something Luke meant to remedy as he lifted his hand to pull Noah-
"No."
One word. Spoken softy, but with steel behind it. Noah meant what he said. He did not want Luke to touch him. Further still, he grasped Luke's outstretched hand, pushing it away from himself, and back down over Luke's head, against the couch. Just as Luke's heart prepared to plummet from the rejection, Noah ground out through clenched teeth, "not yet."
The faint growl Luke detected within these last words sent a thrill of excitement through him. While Luke had often initiated their lovemaking, it was usually Noah who took over the lead. Yet, Luke could not recall a time his boyfriend had ever sounded so commanding. Between that, and the fact that Noah was still pinning Luke's wrist above his own head, Luke felt as if he was at Noah's mercy, and that feeling increased his anticipation tenfold.
Suspecting he might actually die of want if Noah didn't touch him somewhere else right now, Luke resorted to begging, in a whine he didn't even recognize as his own voice. "Noah, please… please… touch me… I can't wait… I can't wait anymore-"
Luke's fervent pleas were cut short by the sudden press of Noah's tongue to Luke's neck. As Luke tried to predict Noah's next move, Noah surprised him by releasing Luke's arm, only to begin dragging his tongue down the entirety of Luke's body. He drew a trail from the crook of Luke's neck, traversing his collar bone, trekking down Luke's side, over his hip bone, down his leg, and finally to his foot.
Incredibly, as it traveled its chosen path, the texture of Noah's hot, wet tongue transformed every innocuous body part Luke possessed into an erogenous zone. Now convinced he was going to die of the fire tearing through his body, Luke's remaining thoughts were incinerated when Noah's wicked tongue changed course in its expedition. It crossed over to the other side of Luke's foot, then turned once more, to chart a return trip up Luke's body.
This time, the route began on the inside of Luke's ankle. Noah's pilgrimage continued higher and higher, up Luke's leg to his inner thigh, nearing what Noah absolutely knew was the Promised Land. Noah's already enflamed libido was further stoked by the unstoppable stream of Luke's mindless moans and frenzied whimpers.
When Noah's mouth finally descended upon its target, he was half-surprised that he and Luke both didn't spontaneously combust then and there. Noah thought he'd remembered acutely what it had been like to be with Luke, but now he wasn't so certain. Had it always been this intense; this extreme? Noah felt like every inch of his body was burning up - had there always been this much sheer, unadulterated heat?
After long moments bound within the scorching bliss, Luke knew he couldn't take any more, or he would be completely spent before gaining what he needed most of all. He'd been clutching Noah's hair through the euphoric onslaught, and now pulled back on it to send Noah the memo. "Stop… please Noah… I want you…"
Noah immediately pulled back, and lifted himself over Luke so they were eye-to-eye. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to Luke's own in desperation, causing Luke to slightly taste himself on Noah's tongue. Then, excruciatingly slowly, Noah lowered his still fully-clothed body, until at last it was resting upon Luke's bare one. Luke felt the warmth through his boyfriend's crisp white shirt, an item of everyday apparel that was now somehow unbelievably sensuous contrasting with the bronze hue of Noah's tanned skin.
When Noah's pelvis finally brushed across his own, unintelligible babbles were Luke's only available reply. If he'd ever known the English language, Luke had no capacity to form words with it now. As Noah emitted a host of sounds ranging from "gahhhhh" to "fuuuuh", Luke distantly realized Noah was experiencing the same difficulty. Or, Luke would have realized, had he not also lost the ability to piece together a coherent thought.
Fortunately, Luke's hands didn't need an assist from his brain. They instinctively took action, with one deciding to strip away Noah's shirt, while the other sought to rid Noah of his pants. While their joint efforts were clumsy, Noah got the hint. Straddling Luke's waist, Noah raised his upper body to whip his own shirt off over his head in one swift move, leaving Luke staring at the flawless perfection of Noah's chest.
Before Noah had even disengaged both of his wrists from the shirt sleeves, Luke shot up into a sitting position. He tightly wrapped his arms around Noah's waist to hold him in place, leaning forward to lick one of the enticing pink nipples in front of him. Noah gasped both in surprise and arousal, then fumbled to unzip his pants, shoving them and his boxers to his knees. It was the most he could manage to strip in their current position.
As Luke's mouth transferred its attention to the other nipple, Noah's now free hands thrust into Luke's hair, anchoring themselves to his scalp for support. Noah watched Luke, and the feel and sight of his boyfriend's tongue sliding across Noah's nipples while Luke's impassioned eyes met his own felt like possibly the most erotic thing Noah had ever seen. At least until Luke laid back down on the couch, pulling Noah forward so he would be perched above Luke's face. As Noah moved up, he managed to kick off his shoes and scoot out of his pants. He reached Luke, who wasted no time in taking full advantage of the position, sliding his ardent mouth over Noah, all the while looking up intently at his boyfriend, never breaking eye contact.
In short order, Noah was forced to look away. The combination of Luke's talented mouth, masterful hands, and unwavering gaze was just too much, and Noah knew he couldn't hang on long if he continued to watch the scene before him. Even so, closing his eyes only bought a little more time, and soon it was Noah pulling Luke away.
Noah needed to be fully connected with the one person who meant everything to him. Luke was right; twenty-two and a half months was beyond too damned long. It was time to come home completely.
Noah retrieved the small bottle that had been placed upon the coffee table, and took utmost care in preparing Luke, thoroughly reducing him to nonsensical gibberish and uncontrollable writhing. He discovered they were lacking something else, however. Noah began to rise up off the couch for what he vowed would be the speediest condom search in recorded human history. But Luke stopped him, running his hands over Noah's chest while pleading, "Noah… baby… you know there's never been anyone else. Please, just make love to me. I want all of you… please, Noah…"
While they'd never been intimate without protection before, Conscientious Noah stood no chance in a battle of wills with Fuck Yes Noah. As it was, both Noahs were in total agreement that Luke's logic was sound. Noah knew that both he and Luke were healthy, exclusive, and absolutely spending the rest of their lives together, even if that last subject hadn't technically been discussed yet.
Noah nodded his approval, and Luke took the initiative to pour from the bottle into his own hand, stroking the palm over a bare Noah. Already, this felt different to both men; more vulnerable, somehow. Noah reached his hands behind Luke to draw him closer, then ran his hands down Luke's legs while simultaneously raising them to rest around Noah's torso.
Luke drew his knees up further, and curled his toes demandingly into Noah's sides, a silent invitation that read simply: NOW. Noah carefully pushed forward, finally joining with Luke in the perfect, primal, forever way they were meant to be together. Noah studied the exquisite beauty of his boyfriend's face, reveling in the sight of Luke's eyes rolling back into his head in pure ecstasy as Noah entered him.
As arousing as that picture was, Noah couldn't resist the pull to look down, and watch himself disappearing into Luke over and over again. The visual set off fireworks in Noah's brain. He briefly wondered if he might pass out from the impossibly heightened level of unbridled sensation. Soon, though, the whole of Noah's thoughts consisted only of an endless word that went something like OhYesOhYesOhYesOhYesOhYes.
If only Noah had been psychic in that moment, he would've heard the answering thought: OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. Luke's mind was suspended within some place between prayer and debauchery, ping-ponging from exultations of gratitude to guttural demands of harder… faster… more…. Before they had broken up, their lovemaking had always felt like two halves amazingly coming together with a shared goal. Now, though, Luke didn't feel like half of anything, but that he and Noah were simply one entity, climbing, soaring rapidly towards their own private nirvana.
When they reached the summit, the explosion that followed rocked them both to the core. Sex between them had always been electric, but never quite like this. As Noah kissed him hard and senseless, Luke wasn't surprised to feel tears sliding down his cheeks. What did surprise him was the realization they were Noah's.