One day.
They had been married for just one day.
Maybe Noah was right…
Maybe fate did hate them…
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They fell through the bedroom door, arms grappling at one another in a heady mix of laughter, tears, lust, passion and kisses. But as they reached their final destination their kisses slowed, becoming more sultry and controlled. More concentrated.
After a few minutes that way Noah gently left his side to find the matches.
Luke waited in the semi-darkness, shoulders heaving, for Noah to finish lighting the candles around the room. After he'd seen to the final one, Luke thought how striking the image of Noah, as he lifted the still lit match and gently blew it out. He looked up to notice Luke watching him and smiled that gorgeous 'we're about to make love' smile that Luke always found so erotic. Luke smiled back.
...
As he sat waiting, thinking, remembering, holding onto those memories, he twisted the ring on his finger around and around with his other hand. His eyes were fixed on the cheap plastic clock on the wall, watching as the seconds ticked loudly past, echoing in his head.
His fear, which at first had glued him to the chair, had earlier begun to simmer and steam and then to bubble until now he was ready to explode, just like a volcanic eruption only worse.
...
Noah dropped the used match back into the tiny box and returned to the corner of the room to leave the matches in the top drawer of the dresser.
Each floating candle would bob periodically as tiny movements in the house caused the water in the crystal bowls to ripple slightly and the light from each would danced across the walls and ceiling and most noticeably off the bodies of the only two people in the room.
Luke's eyes rested on the bed romantically dressed and ready for them on their first married night together.
Married! He still couldn't believe it…
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Tick, Tick, Tick…
Endless ticking, each one like a hammer to his brain and his heart…
He swallowed back the panic, trying to find refuge, a haven, in calming thoughts of him…
...
He lifted his hand to admire the ring on his finger and inhaled loudly as Noah's right hand slipped around his waist from behind, continuing on its course, deftly undoing two buttons on his shirt and sliding inside to lie flat against his abs. His other hand ran up Luke's out stretched arm, his fingers spent a moment studying the ring there, before interlacing his and pulling both hands back to press against Luke's chest. His body pressed up against Luke's and his left hand moved to cup the back of Luke's neck, smoothing upwards to push back his long hair, clearing a path, so that his lips could follow behind… As Noah kissed his way up Luke's spine; sending shockwaves through every part of him, he in- turn wrapped his arm behind them, cupping and pressing the back of Noah's thigh.
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"…tried to reason with him…"
"…angry. He was forced to leave…"
"...a deliberate blow…"
The words of the police officer's explanation jumbled together in his brain, adding fuel to the fire so that when the explosion finally did happen he was up and out of his seat, out the door, before anybody knew what had happened.
He heard Casey's chair squeak across the floor as he bolted after him, shouting his name, but his feet pounded hard and determined along the hospital corridor, he didn't stop…
…and neither did his thoughts…
...
Luke's breathing increased even more as Noah's hand bent his head to the side so that his lips could find the back of his ear. He licked a path from top to bottom before sometimes biting and sometimes sucking at his lobe.
"I love you, Luke."
Luke shivered as the hot whisper travelled through him and he arched his back into Noah, closing his eyes and lifting his head to the ceiling so that Noah's lips could find easy access to his throat while his fingers rested gently under Luke's chin.
...
He flew out of the cab…
He heard the driver shout after he left without paying but he didn't care…
He was beyond caring…
He ran up the stairs two at a time in search of the answers…
...
As Luke enjoyed the heady scent of him, Noah's right hand travelled higher and slowly squeezed at his nipple… it felt incredible and Luke kept still, allowing Noah to do as he pleased, drowning in pure sensation.
Just this soft touch from him… these gentle kisses… were making Luke want to release. After weeks without him, his body was positively crying out for Noah.
"Hmmph!" He couldn't help expelling the groan as Noah's mouth found his lips and his tongue entered in a deep wet kiss from behind. Luke wanted to keep things slow. He wanted this to last. But his body seemed to have other plans and was demanding quick satisfaction. He fought against it but, in doing so, only managed to increase the intensity of the moment.
"It feels like the first time… doesn't it?" Luke whispered, referring to the absolute need he felt in that moment.
Noah smiled in agreement.
"There's… something I… never told… you before…" Noah's voice was gravelly between the kisses.
"A ha?" Luke asked, "What's that?"
Noah turned Luke's entire body around to face him and placed his palm on Luke's cheek. Candlelight danced across his face, "You definitely look better with your clothes off than on…"
This suggestive comment caused a wave of excitement through Luke from his head to this toes and he giggled, "Oh yeah?" He reached up to start undoing the buttons on Noah's shirt, "You think so, ha?"
Noah's mouth back on his was answer enough, "You… taste… so... good!" Noah's fingers were still playing with the nipple beneath his shirt and he groaned loudly as Noah's other hand found his crotch. "I… want to… taste… all of you…"
Luke's breath hitched as the remaining buttons down his shirt came undone and the white garment fell to the floor.
Noah stood back, sweeping his eyes over Luke admiringly.
Luke blushed, "Will you stop that? You're making me feel self conscious…"
Noah grinned at him and then roughly pulled Luke's naked chest to press hard against his own, "You're perfect Luke. You have no reason to feel embarrassed. Not ever…"
Luke took that moment to pull Noah's already open shirt off his back, "Since you mention it, neither do you…" he kissed a path across Noah's chest and heard him pant as his tongue encircled one nipple.
"Wait… later… first…" He pulled Luke's linen trousers down, eying him once, kissing him and then surprising him by pushing him hotly back onto the bed, "…first we deal with you!"
Luke's laughing was quickly replaced by groaning as Noah's entire mouth enclosed over him.
"Noah…" he pleaded, "Noah, Noah, Noah…"
Finally Noah lifted his head.
Luke gasped at him, "I don't want to finish too early."
Noah smiled, "Luke baby… We have all night and all day tomorrow…"
Luke laughed, "ALL day?"
"Unless you have something you'd rather be doing?"
"Um… let me think…" he raised his eyes to the ceiling, "…hmm, do I have something better to do then spend all night and all day in bed with my stunning husband… um… NO!"
Noah fixed his gaze for a few tantalising minutes, with an expression so beautiful Luke could never describe it in words.
"Husband…" he whispered, trying the word out on his lips as they formed in a supple smile.
"Husband." Luke nodded and then cackled out loud.
Noah Laughed too.
Pretty soon they were rolling about together in pure and uncontrollable hysterics. Just as one felt he could stop the other would start up again until their bellies burned and tears fell from their eyes. Totally out of breath from laughter, Noah eventually rose higher to kiss Luke's mouth, tonguing his lower lip, before dropping, kiss by tender kiss, to continue his pervious pleasuring…
"Mmm…"
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Oh, how happy they had been…
He burst through the police station doors with such a loud force and radiating such a rage that several nearby officers instantly moved towards him. The whole station came to an abrupt and silent standstill as all eyes fell on him. He couldn't have cared less.
"WHERE IS HE?" Luke demanded, puffing and heaving with adrenaline. He made to start searching every room in the place but his path was promptly blocked by a couple of burly looking police officers.
"Sir? Calm down please." One of them said calmly.
But Luke was beyond the point of rational behaviour or remaining calm or being polite.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!" he demanded wildly.
"Sir." The officer continued with practised professionalism, "We would like to help you but you need to calm down. If you don't calm down then we will be forced to restrain you."
Casey, having followed closely behind Luke's cab, arrived through the door and quickly grabbed at Luke's shoulders, trying to pull him back. "Come on man! Don't do this!"
"Mr Snyder?"
The blockade of officer's parted at the sound of the authoritative voice and Luke recognised Detective Mullins making his way over to them.
"I want to see him." Luke insisted quickly, violently shaking off Casey's hold.
"Mr Snyder…" he sighed sadly at the man in front of him, "Luke…"
"I need to ask him why! I need to know!"
"He's not here."
"What?" Luke felt his heart plummet, "What do you mean he's not here?"
"We released him an hour ago…"
"WHAT?" The anger peaked again.
"He's very remorseful Luke and we had no reason to…"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence… Luke had turned and was already heading with disgusted purpose out the door, Casey following hot on his heal, wondering how the hell he was supposed to stop his devastated friend from losing it completely. Man this seriously sucked!
"Luke!" The Detective yelled after him, "Don't go doing something stupid…"
...
The skin of Luke's back was warm and smooth. It pulsed and shimmered as he rubbed his palm slowly up and down the hollow arch of it. He smelled fresh; soapy and clean after their quick shower session.
Luke had collapsed front side down on the bed the moment they got back to the room, promptly falling into a blissful sleep, his damp hair spilling across the sheet. His cheek was all scrunched up as it pressed into the bed and Noah chuckled at him.
His hand moved from Luke's lower back to the firm round peaches of his behind, smooth as a rock in the sea, which he kneaded slightly, making Luke's toes curl in his sleep and he muttered sweetly shifting slightly closer. Seeking Noah out even in slumber…
Noah studied the downy texture at the back of his thigh and continued south until he found one squeaky clean foot which he gripped, pressing his thumb firmly into the undersides, massaging him there.
Luke stirred, lips curling into a perfectly satisfied smile.
Noah flicked his tongue on the tip of Luke's little toe and then closed his mouth over it, suckling gently; softly grazing his teeth along the underside of it. Luke arched his back upwards and moaned in response, the fist of his left hand clumping the nearest pillow.
As he tenderly moved the sucking to the next toe along, Noah allowed his hands to slide over his calf, tickling at his ankles. He lifted up for a breath and pressed his cheek into the foot's arch, feeling the heart beat there. It was fast and increasing. He kissed the tip of each toe and the top of the foot and crawled up the bed to lie over him, pressing his weight into him as he massaged at his arms.
Luke loved sleepy sex. Noah had learnt that pretty fast when they first lived together in Oakdale. And to be honest Noah loved it that he did…
Holding the power of seduction in his hands…
Luke's total trust in him…
His complete surrender…
Lying in a willing nakedness…
Safe in love…
Noah nuzzled at his ear, lapping at him, and couldn't help but notice how juicy his lips looked; all puckered up to one side of the sheet. He rubbed his fingers along the plumpness there and Luke sleepily kissed the ends of them. He pressed his brow into him, smelling the freshness of him, pawing delectably at him, caressing his recently shaven jaw line. His body began to tremble, his heart skipped a beat and his breath caught. He closed his eyes, savouring the feel of the man beneath him.
"I want to lose myself in you…" he whispered, lubricating one finger and stretching down to insert it up into him, enjoying Luke's sharp intake of breath.
Luke hummed and rolled under him and Noah rubbed himself up against his thigh in readiness.
"God but you're just… you're just everything, baby!" Noah gasped as he pushed all off himself inside of him.
"Aurg!" Luke exclaimed, groaning into the sheet and breathing heavily all of a sudden.
This was the feeling he loved, Noah knew, when his drowsy body didn't expect it and was swiftly shocked awake in one single sweep of Noah's hips.
Noah bit at his silky neck, withdrawing and pushing down hard, then reaching to find Luke's hardness under them and repeating the action.
"Aah!" Luke exclaimed, "Ha! Ha!"
Noah stayed firm inside of him, bit his ear and whispered, "Shh…" to calm him. He licked the tip of his ear and sucked at his jaw, waiting for Luke to relax again, giving him time to get used to it.
"I love you baby…"
Luke purred in response and his body, sweating now, shiny, was less tense, gyrating in response to Noah's invasion there.
"God you feel so good! Do you have any idea how much I missed you?"
"Yes," he replied, responding to Noah's hand as it interlaced his own from above, "Because I missed you… ah… I missed you just as much…"
Noah turned Luke's head around as far as it would go and kissed him hard, their tongues met in fire and they devoured each other, crying out intermittently as he continued to thrust.
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The driver refused to travel any further without payment and Luke didn't actually have any cash on him. He'd rushed out the house in such a state he'd left his wallet, still in the drawer it was placed in before he left for the detention centre.
Realising the crazy man was taking him on a run around town without money; the driver promptly stopped and demanded he exit the vehicle.
Luke swore and screamed at him, saying things he would come to regret on reflection, but compelled by a fury he'd never experienced before and quite frankly didn't know how to control. Because this anger was fear fuelled…
He was only a couple of blocks away from his intended destination so he didn't waste time arguing. He took off running… houses, trash cans, flower beds, cars all flashed past him and he lost himself in the rhythm of the sidewalk paving stones, reaching the house in record time and not even out of breath.
Casey, having pursued him in a separate cab was there and swiftly moved in his way, grabbing at his arms, "Luke!" He shouted, "Stop this! Please! It won't help! You hear me?"
"NO!" Luke screamed back, "NOTHING can help him! But you know what Casey? It will help me! It will help me a lot!"
He caught the orange flash of his target's shirt over Casey's shoulder. The man, having seen them out the window of his house had decided it safer to flee and was sprinting across the lawn for the safety of his car. Luke was vaguely aware of his tearful wife watching from the doorway.
"HEY!" Luke yelled at him, shocking Casey with his strength as he was flung to the ground, as though he weighed nothing at all. "Stop!"
Luke ran for him, stretching out his arm to grab his shirt, but he was quicker. He jumped in the car and started the engine as Luke banged him the window.
"I'm sorry!" The man yelled terror stricken, before speeding off down the street, almost hitting a pedestrian on the way.
Luke wobbled (the chase up) and fell to his knees, watching the car until it turned out of sight.
The anger transformed rapidly into tears…
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