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Not a WIP, but found while I was chekcing through my files hunting down stray WIPs to thow out of the closet. In fact I don;t remember writing it, only having the image of Walker hungover and miserable leaning against the doorframe and the atmosphere of the room.
Set about three months into their relationship. I think it probably works as a stand alone, but for the interested the rest of Luke and Walker's stories can be found indexed here
Slash, not work safe, mine, feedback welcomed - usual blurb applies.
***** ***** ***** *****
Walkers’ head was splitting, something had up and died in his mouth and moving was making his stomach less than happy. Plus his lover wasn’t looking at him.
Luke seemed to be concentrating fiercely on his incline lifts and none of the noises Walker could bear to make were attracting his attention. Which was stupid. “Morning” might have been a little querulous, but definitely clearly audible over the regular clink of bar hitting stand. Which meant Luke was lifting weights at him. Which meant there was almost certainly something he wasn’t remembering about the night before. In all honesty there was a fair bit he didn’t remember about the night before. On the other hand, even quietly angry, Luke in his cut offs and ripped up shirt wasn’t hard on the eyes, so Walker just stood for a while, resting his head on the doorjamb and trying to will the headache away.
When Luke was packing away the weights – loudly. Far too loudly – Walker crept as far as the bench, sitting down gratefully, letting one hand find Luke’s heated sticky skin.
“Luke?”
Luke moved away from his touch and slammed the metal ammo-box of weights back into the corner with a crash. Walker winced.
When his lover’s path around the room brought that sweet arse back into range, Walker reached out again to stroke it. Once again, Luke twisted away.
“I need a shower.” Was all the explanation Walker got.
“Want company?”
“You sure it’s me you want to get naked with?”
Walker blinked. “Luke?”
But Luke was already gone, half way up the stairs to the bathroom. Walker followed, moving carefully.
*****
Warm water and hot skin, and bliss of bliss, those hands returning his touches, that broad body turning in his arms, holding him. Finger’s digging into his scalp, swirling away the pain as well as the smoke and gel. Solid planes of his lover under his palms. His and loved and beautiful. He swallowed mouthfuls of falling water before scraping his lips on that stubbled chin, asking forgiveness without words. The press of kisses returned untied the knot in his chest, slow and sure and home.
*****
They tumbled together on to the unmade bed, damp towels and wet hair and hot lips on cool skin. The memory of that skin sliding away from his touch made Walker tightened his arm around Luke’s waist, pulling that delicious body closer still.
The motion seemed to break Luke’s stride, broad fingers stuttering to a stop. The weight of whatever was on Luke’s mind settled over them again. No way was he going to let his lover roll away again though. Instead he rode the motion; landing up half on top of that fine body, taking nibbling bites along Luke’s collarbone and allowing his hand free rein.
“Luke? Babe? What’s up?” He spoke between the tastes of skin, and when all that got was a mumble and a shrug he pulled Luke close again, refused to let him break away, and repeated himself.
“Do you even remember how you were acting last night?”
Walker kissed a little further down Luke’s chest while he ran through everything he’d done. Luke’s hands were still and loose on his back.
“Danced a lot, drank a bit too much, made you come dance with me, spent about half an hour looking for a decent kebab shop, and then hailed a taxi ‘cos I couldn’t wait to get you home?” He ventured.
“Nice to know I’m more appealing than a greasy doner at least,” Luke smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His hands stayed still. Walker had to bite back the urge to cry ‘Eureka’ as the light dawned.
“You, lover, were and are more appealing than anything or anyone.” Walker slid a little lower, settling himself with one knee between Luke’s thighs, lining his mouth up with one perfect dark nipple. He flicked his tongue across it, and the came back for a more leisurely exploration. Luke gasped, and his fingers started tracing circles in the small of Walker’s back.
“You, you and only you. Wanted you for months.” Walker started to work his way lower, punctuating his words with biting kisses. “Want you more than I should. More than I thought I could. Love you. Want you. Need you.”
He teased Luke’s belly button between the words, not letting himself think too hard. His fingers found Luke’s balls, stroking and distracting, and his mouth kept up a steady stream of want and love and beautiful, just letting the words overflow around touches and tastes. The thin salt of precome as he slid back the foreskin with his lips and the hot satin in his hands sent shivers through him, heat settling in the base of his belly, hangover forgotten. Then there was deeper richer tastes, tracing sensitive skin backwards, sliding those muscled legs over his shoulders. By the time Luke was riding Walker’s fingers his lover was past coherent speech, and when he was settled deep inside that perfect heat, finding a long deep rhythm, the only words that were left were ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ and ‘so much’.
He tried to hold it off, to push away his own mounting pleasure until Luke was taken care off, but it was too much, the small movements of that delectable arse pushing back against him every time he slowed him thrusts just sent him spiraling, shaking, coming. It took every last bit of his energy to coordinate his hands. Stroking and squeezing in time to the soft rocking of his hips while Luke arched and followed him soundlessly.
Afterwards, wrapped close around each other in the curtain-shaded half light, Luke’s hand cupped his face, watching him without words.
Eventually Walker spoke up. “We ok?”
“Yeah”
And this time the smile was genuine.
Set about three months into their relationship. I think it probably works as a stand alone, but for the interested the rest of Luke and Walker's stories can be found indexed here
Slash, not work safe, mine, feedback welcomed - usual blurb applies.
***** ***** ***** *****
Walkers’ head was splitting, something had up and died in his mouth and moving was making his stomach less than happy. Plus his lover wasn’t looking at him.
Luke seemed to be concentrating fiercely on his incline lifts and none of the noises Walker could bear to make were attracting his attention. Which was stupid. “Morning” might have been a little querulous, but definitely clearly audible over the regular clink of bar hitting stand. Which meant Luke was lifting weights at him. Which meant there was almost certainly something he wasn’t remembering about the night before. In all honesty there was a fair bit he didn’t remember about the night before. On the other hand, even quietly angry, Luke in his cut offs and ripped up shirt wasn’t hard on the eyes, so Walker just stood for a while, resting his head on the doorjamb and trying to will the headache away.
When Luke was packing away the weights – loudly. Far too loudly – Walker crept as far as the bench, sitting down gratefully, letting one hand find Luke’s heated sticky skin.
“Luke?”
Luke moved away from his touch and slammed the metal ammo-box of weights back into the corner with a crash. Walker winced.
When his lover’s path around the room brought that sweet arse back into range, Walker reached out again to stroke it. Once again, Luke twisted away.
“I need a shower.” Was all the explanation Walker got.
“Want company?”
“You sure it’s me you want to get naked with?”
Walker blinked. “Luke?”
But Luke was already gone, half way up the stairs to the bathroom. Walker followed, moving carefully.
*****
Warm water and hot skin, and bliss of bliss, those hands returning his touches, that broad body turning in his arms, holding him. Finger’s digging into his scalp, swirling away the pain as well as the smoke and gel. Solid planes of his lover under his palms. His and loved and beautiful. He swallowed mouthfuls of falling water before scraping his lips on that stubbled chin, asking forgiveness without words. The press of kisses returned untied the knot in his chest, slow and sure and home.
*****
They tumbled together on to the unmade bed, damp towels and wet hair and hot lips on cool skin. The memory of that skin sliding away from his touch made Walker tightened his arm around Luke’s waist, pulling that delicious body closer still.
The motion seemed to break Luke’s stride, broad fingers stuttering to a stop. The weight of whatever was on Luke’s mind settled over them again. No way was he going to let his lover roll away again though. Instead he rode the motion; landing up half on top of that fine body, taking nibbling bites along Luke’s collarbone and allowing his hand free rein.
“Luke? Babe? What’s up?” He spoke between the tastes of skin, and when all that got was a mumble and a shrug he pulled Luke close again, refused to let him break away, and repeated himself.
“Do you even remember how you were acting last night?”
Walker kissed a little further down Luke’s chest while he ran through everything he’d done. Luke’s hands were still and loose on his back.
“Danced a lot, drank a bit too much, made you come dance with me, spent about half an hour looking for a decent kebab shop, and then hailed a taxi ‘cos I couldn’t wait to get you home?” He ventured.
“Nice to know I’m more appealing than a greasy doner at least,” Luke smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His hands stayed still. Walker had to bite back the urge to cry ‘Eureka’ as the light dawned.
“You, lover, were and are more appealing than anything or anyone.” Walker slid a little lower, settling himself with one knee between Luke’s thighs, lining his mouth up with one perfect dark nipple. He flicked his tongue across it, and the came back for a more leisurely exploration. Luke gasped, and his fingers started tracing circles in the small of Walker’s back.
“You, you and only you. Wanted you for months.” Walker started to work his way lower, punctuating his words with biting kisses. “Want you more than I should. More than I thought I could. Love you. Want you. Need you.”
He teased Luke’s belly button between the words, not letting himself think too hard. His fingers found Luke’s balls, stroking and distracting, and his mouth kept up a steady stream of want and love and beautiful, just letting the words overflow around touches and tastes. The thin salt of precome as he slid back the foreskin with his lips and the hot satin in his hands sent shivers through him, heat settling in the base of his belly, hangover forgotten. Then there was deeper richer tastes, tracing sensitive skin backwards, sliding those muscled legs over his shoulders. By the time Luke was riding Walker’s fingers his lover was past coherent speech, and when he was settled deep inside that perfect heat, finding a long deep rhythm, the only words that were left were ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ and ‘so much’.
He tried to hold it off, to push away his own mounting pleasure until Luke was taken care off, but it was too much, the small movements of that delectable arse pushing back against him every time he slowed him thrusts just sent him spiraling, shaking, coming. It took every last bit of his energy to coordinate his hands. Stroking and squeezing in time to the soft rocking of his hips while Luke arched and followed him soundlessly.
Afterwards, wrapped close around each other in the curtain-shaded half light, Luke’s hand cupped his face, watching him without words.
Eventually Walker spoke up. “We ok?”
“Yeah”
And this time the smile was genuine.