Author's Notes: Just a little unbeta'd ditty set after the last episode (when Luke and Reid made out for the first time), and inspired by the spoiler pic that killed us dead. Originally posted in the ahhhmazing LuRe comm HERE!
Noah woke up two days later. Luke waited in the hallway while Reid examined him, then delivered the news he’d been waiting what felt like forever to hear.
“There’s no sign of brain damage.”
Luke let out a deep breath. “And his sight?”
“The operation was successful. It will take a few days before he’s back to 100 per cent, but yes, he can see.”
Luke felt like a pressure valve in his body had been released, relief coursed through his veins. He scrubbed a hand over his face, the events of the last few days having taken their toll. “Thank you, Dr. Oliver. Thank you so much.”
“Are you okay, Luke. You look like hell.”
Luke pulled a face. “You say the sweetest things to me Dr. Oliver.”
Reid laid a gentle hand on Luke’s cheek. “I just meant you look tired. You should go home and get some rest.”
Reid’s soft hand felt good on his cheek and Luke tried unsuccessfully to ignore the memories of the last time Reid had touched him. Reid had the faintest trace of a smile on his lips and the way he was looking at Luke made his stomach do flip-flops.
“When you look at me like that...” He shook his head.
“What?” Reid asked softly.
“It makes it so hard not to kiss you.”
“So stop fighting it.” Reid’s other hand came up now, cradling his face and gently pulling him closer. They were just an inch apart now and Luke could see something in Reid’s eyes that did nothing to abate the fluttering in his chest.
Reid’s tongue came out to moisten his lips and Luke’s eyes darted down to watch before meeting Reid’s gaze again.
“What do you want, Luke?”
Luke closed his eyes, finally admitting out loud what he’d known for a while.
Reid closed the distance between them, kissing him gently.
Luke’s hand went to the back of Reid’s head, pulling him closer, wanting more. Reid made a choked sound but didn’t pull back, kissing back even deeper.
One of Reid’s hands left his face and Luke groaned in disappointment until he felt it land on his ass, Reid groping and pushing him closer at the same time. He could feel Reid’s hard cock against his hip and he groaned again. His own cock was aching and God he wanted Reid’s hand on it. He pulled back abruptly and the look on Reid’s face would have been comical if he wasn’t feeling just as horny and desperate.
“I’m not stopping,” he reassured Reid. “We just need to go somewhere else.”
Reid didn’t move. “Now!” Luke said, snapping him out of it.
Reid cleared his throat then took off briskly down the hallway, heading into a supply closet and pulling Luke in after him. He pushed Luke up against the door before locking it. Their mouths fusing together again.
Luke grabbed a fistful of Reid’s hair, holding on tight as their tongues tangled together, tasting each other’s mouths.
Luke slid a hand down between their bodies, undoing his pants first and then Reid’s.
“Touch me,” he gasped, before plunging his tongue back into Reid’s mouth and slipping a hand inside his scrubs.
Reid’s cock was rock hard, the skin silky smooth in Luke’s hand. He spread the wetness at the head down the shaft, using it to ease his strokes.
Reid made a sound like nothing Luke had ever heard before. He wanted to hear it again and he pumped his hand faster, grinning when he elicited it again. When he finally, finally felt Reid’s hand on his own cock he made an embarrassingly loud sound.
Reid’s hand came up to cover his mouth. “Shh,” he whispered in a low, gravelly voice that made Luke’s cock jump.
He licked at Reid’s fingers until he moved his hand away, then they were kissing again and stroking each other in the same rhythm.
It didn’t take long until Luke was coming in Reid’s hand; he would have been embarrassed about his lack of staying power if Reid hadn’t come himself just a few seconds later, groaning in relief.
Reid’s head dropped down to rest on Luke’s shoulder, both of them panting and trying to get their heartbeats back to normal.
After a moment Reid pulled a pillowcase off a shelf and they both cleaned up with it before Reid tossed it in a hamper.
Luke felt suddenly shy, not sure what to do next.
“You okay?” Reid asked.
Luke took a deep breath. “I’m good,” he said.
Reid grinned. “I’m good too. In case you were wondering.”
Luke laughed, pulling Reid close for a gentle kiss. “What now?”
Reid cocked his head to the side. “Well, I think we should do that again. As soon as possible.”
Luke snorted. “Anything else?”
“Whatever you want,” he said seriously.
Luke smiled softly. “Food. I want food, I’m starving.”
Reid laughed. “A man after my own heart.” He nudged his nose against Luke’s cheek. “Come over later. I’ll make you a sandwich,” he said, kissing Luke one last time before slipping back out into the hallway.