Still want him in your pack? (_alicesprings) wrote,
Still want him in your pack?

Comment fics.

Just gathering up a few random comment fics from over the interwebs.

From this thread.

Luke huffs and rolls onto his back, kicking the blankets away. He was cold earlier, but now he's hot, and he can't seem to get comfortable no matter which position he lies in. He's been tossing and turning for hours, unable to fall asleep.

Luke broke up with Noah just a few days earlier, and he should be thinking about that. He should be thinking about ways to support Noah - without being too clingy - and about how to get back together with him after Dr. Oliver gives Noah his sight back.

Dr. Oliver. Luke sighs. While he should be thinking about Noah, it's Dr. Oliver he's actually thinking about. About the way he'd pushed back when Luke tried to steer him outside the other day. About Dr. Oliver's throat swallowing hard, and the way they'd both been breathing heavily, Dr. Oliver's tight grip on his arms. About Dr. Oliver's blue, blue eyes and the way they'd flashed with anger and something else, something Luke refuses to put a name to. Lust. Luke squeezes his eyes closed and tries to force the image from his mind, but it's soon replaced by another image, Dr. Oliver's face when he'd told Luke, "Me, Mr. Snyder. I'm gay." The way he'd smirked at Luke. "You're requiring proof? How would that work, exactly?"

Luke tries very hard not to think about how that would work, and about how much he wants Dr. Oliver to prove it to him, but it's too late, and his dick is already hard.

Finally, Luke stops fighting it, and gives in. He pushes down his sweat pants and underwear and takes his dick in his hand, spitting in his palm first to help ease the way. He muffles a moan as he starts jerking himself off, images of Dr. Oliver in his mind.

Luke strokes himself quickly, his dick working through the tight tunnel of his fist, and he imagines it's Dr. Oliver's hand instead of his own, and then he imagines that it's Dr. Oliver's mouth that's sucking him in, and he has to stifle a loud groan against his forearm.

Luke's close to coming already, it's been so long since he and Noah made love, and he hasn't really been in the mood to do this in so long, he knows it won't last long. He speeds up his strokes, picturing Dr. Oliver's eyes looking up at him hot with heat, his lips stretched wide around Luke's dick, and Luke comes hard, spilling a big load across his abs and chest.

Luke feels the orgasm all the way down to his toes, and he pants hard, trying to catch his breath.

His body feels relaxed now, sated, and he cleans himself up with some Kleenex from the nightstand before rolling onto his side and finally feeling sleep tugging at the edges of his mind. He has to meet with Dr. Oliver tomorrow to go over preliminary plans for the neuro wing, and he feels a coil of embarrassment at the thought of seeing him after what he's just done, but he shakes it off, sure that Dr. Oliver doesn't feel anything for Luke, besides irritation. His secret's safe. Luke closes his eyes and sleeps.

From this thread.

When Luke brings Reid an apple on Monday, just as he gets an emergency page, he doesn't think twice about it, just drops a quick thank you kiss on Luke's cheek as he races out the door toward the ER.

When he comes back to his office after lunch on Tuesday and finds an apple sitting on his desk, he just shrugs and takes a bite of it, letting the sweet, juicy taste fill his mouth.

There's another apple there on Wednesday, then Thursday, and on Friday, when Luke walks in after rounds, tossing yet another shiny red apple into the air and catching it, a huge grin on his face, Reid can't help but chuckle.

"You're supposed to bring your teacher an apple a day, not your boyfriend."

Luke laughs. "You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away."

"I am a doctor."

Luke shrugs. "And you're my boyfriend and you eat too much junk food, so an apple a day can't hurt."

Reid rolls his eyes. "You're the one who needs to stay healthy, Mr. Kidney Transplant. I am a picture of good health."

Luke snorts. "Oh yeah, Mr. Pizza Three Times a Week, you're a fine example of healthy eating."

"I still look damn good though," Reid says, waggling his eyebrows.

Luke shakes his head fondly. "It's Apple month," he says. "And you're going to eat one, every day."

Reid smiles sweetly. "You know I'm always happy to take anything you want to put in my mouth."

Luke's laugh comes out choked, and he shakes his head in exasperation.

Reid just grins and stands up, coming out from behind his desk and locking his office door.

"Did you know it's also Pleasure Your Mate month?"

Luke blushes, and shrugs one shoulder. "I may have heard something like that on the radio," he says. "How did you know that?"

"I do have a radio in my car too, you know."

Luke hooks his arms around Reid's neck and leans in close. "Pleasure Your Mate month, huh?"

Reid nods and nuzzles against Luke's neck, taking a deep breath. "Mmhmm," he says, his hands on Luke's ass.

"You got something in mind?"

Red steers Luke backwards behind his desk, then pushes him down into the soft, leather chair, dropping to his knees and tugging down Luke's zipper. "I think a blowjob a day in exchange for an apple is a fair trade."

Luke squirms in the chair, his cock filling out rapidly.

Luke leans back in the chair, a smile on his face. "I love September," he sighs as Reid's mouth descends.

From this picture.

"Luke, what are you doing?" Reid asks, batting Luke's head away from his neck.

"Uh, I'm trying to kiss you, Reid. What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

"Yeah," Reid says, shifting away on the couch. "About that. Could you not?"

Luke pulls back, shocked. "You don't want me to kiss you?" Luke asks, voice wobbly.

"I don't know how to tell you this, Luke..." Reid's voice trails off and Luke is gripped with cold, cold fear.

"Tell me what?" Luke asks, voice cracking.

Reid sighs deeply. "It's the hair, Luke."

Luke stares dumbly.

"I can't have you near me with that hair."

Luke blinks once.

"I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately? It's, well, it's disgusting quite frankly."

Luke's hand flies up to his head, patting the lank strands. "You know I've been really busy with the foundation and Grimaldi Shipping lately," he protests.

"I can't do it, Luke. Not until you get that... thing looked at."

"I'll go tomorrow Reid, I swear," Luke says, sliding closer. "So, can we get back to..."

"Eh," Reid shrugs disinterestedly.

"Please?" Luke asks sweetly, dropping a kiss on Reid's neck, right above the little freckle that Luke loves.

Reid makes a not entirely unpleasant sound and Luke kisses him there again. "Please, Reid?" Luke asks, voice low and deep. "You're so hot," he whispers. "I really want you. Please, Reid."

Reid sighs long-sufferingly. "Well, okay I guess," he says. "But turn out the lights first."
Tags: comment fic, luke/reid, my fic

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