Luke and Medic

It's effective... That was the most complicated thought Nicholas could muster as he continued kissing Luke passionately, moving his lips against his firmly. His body moved almost automatically, sensing his desire for more as well. He could feel a heat building inside of him. He had never felt himself with so much passion before. Usually, whenever he felt things as strongly as he did now, he would reflect on them. Feelings were important after all. But right now he couldn't even concentrate on breathing properly.

He slide his hand downwards, slowly trailing down Luke's leg, fingers seductively moving along his inner thigh. He'd never told Luke how perfect his legs were. That is... by medical standards, they were not. They were a little too skinny, a little too long. Not the calculated average. But somehow, this was so much better than perfection. As he moved downwards, so did his mouth. He sucked on Luke's bottom lip and then began kissing his neck, feeling the pulse of blood running through Luke's jugular on his lips.

Lucas returned the kissing with the same passion that Nicholas kissed him with. His whole body felt strange, and he couldn't form thoughts properly anymore. All he could think about was how much he wanted Nicholas.

His heart was pounding and his pulse quickened as Nicholas began to kiss his neck. He could feel the others hand trail down his inner thigh, and his breathing got heavier. Don't stop was all he could say in his head. Please don't stop. This was the first time Lucas had ever felt this way. He hungered for the touch of Nicholas's lips on his. The touch of his lips on his neck. His hands lightly trailing down his leg. Even with all those, he still wanted more.

Nicholas didn't think he was in his right mind anymore. He brought the hand that had been trailing down Luke's thigh upwards now, sliding under his turtleneck shirt and feeling the skin of Luke's smooth abdomen. His kisses trailed downwards to the area around Luke's collarbone.

He could feel Luke reacting positively underneath him. Luke didn't have to say anything--Nicholas knew he wanted more. Hell, if Luke had any reservations, they would have been blurted out already. Not that Nicholas was actually considering these things at the moment. He bit down on Luke's skin, hard enough to bruise. At the same time, he brought his leg up and pushed his knee teasingly against Luke's crotch. He wanted to get more of a reaction out of Luke now.

Grinding the upper part of his leg against Luke, he continued to kiss, moving more rapidly and his breath getting more ragged in between. Every few kisses he would pause and bite down, sucking greedily, his senses turned on to the maximum level.

Nicholas's hand on his skin seemed to send a jolt of electricity through him.

Lucas let out a shout of surprise when Nicholas bit down on him, turning his head away to make it easier for him. His eyes snapped open when he felt Nicholas's leg push up against him. Immediately, a moan escaped from his lips, and he placed a hand over his mouth, surprised to hear it come from himself.

From the grinding of Nicholas's leg, and the biting, Lucas closed his eyes and his body tensed up. He panted as Nicholas continued to kiss and bite, at first being able to control himself and refrain from making any noises. But the more Nicholas continued to suck on his skin, the more control Lucas lost in being able to keep quiet until he had no control at all.

Nicholas paused to bright his face back up to Luke's level and nudge him with his nose. He never knew Luke could make sounds like those before, and was surprised the stubborn male hadn't completely succumb to embarrassment, as he usually would. "You know... we still have our clothes on," he whispered seductively into his ear, letting his breath hover for a little longer than necessary.

He gave Luke's turtleneck a tug, eyeing him the whole time with a look that meant he wanted to go all the way. He didn't want to rush things, or for Luke to feel uncomfortable... he was actually surprised at himself for wanting it. He wasn't really one for material desires.

Lucas laid there with his face turned to the side, a hand still covering his mouth, not believing the noises that he heard had come from his mouth. Denying it in his mind, he froze up when Nicholas whispered into his ear. His face flushed immediately and he bit his lip as Nicholas pulled at his shirt. He wanted to go all the way.

Lucas didn't want to reject, because deep down he wanted it too. But he was so embarrassed by his own behavior that he couldn't think properly. "N-Nicholas," he started as he clasped his hand over the hand that had tugged on his shirt and blushed even harder.

Nicholas looked down at the hand that was gripping his tightly. "Yes?" he asked tenderly, wondering if Luke actually had reservations about this. He released his hold on Luke's shirt and propped himself up on his elbow. "Are you okay?" he asked, wondering if Luke wasn't feeling up to it because of his current symptoms or something to do with that. The hand that was gripped by Luke's turned around and held his hand back. He stared at Luke intently, wondering what he wanted to say.

Lucas stared at his hand being held as he tried to find his words. He could still feel the heat on his cheeks, and it wasn't going away. Averting his gaze, he slowly brought his hand up and placed it on Nicholas's neck, feeling the other's with the tips of his fingers.

".. Can you.. just hold me," he asked quietly, stealing a glance. At the moment, Lucas wanted to hid his face in the pillow, in the sheets, in his hands, in anything. The safest place he would feel was in Nicholas's arms. If Lucas buried his face in Nicholas's chest then Nicholas wouldn't be able to see just how embarassed he was.

Nicholas was surprised to hear the request. After the flicker of wonder passed across his face, he smiled warmly. He reached forward and wrapped Luke in his arms, pulling him close to him to the point that they were like one being. He let Luke hide his face in his chest. (For some reason, he did that very often.)

They lay still like that for a while, warm and together on the bed, a nice quiet ending to their fight to other day. Nicholas closed his eyes and moved slightly to intertwine his legs with Luke's.

Lucas held onto the front of Nicholas's shirt as he hid his face. He could feel his cheeks burning from embarrassment, but was glad to be so close to Nicholas. They lay there together, and Lucas drifted off to sleep peacefully.

/time skip/

The next morning, Lucas woke up slowly and snuggled himself into Nicholas's arms before closing his eyes and resting in a half awake state for another ten minutes. When he opened his eyes again he felt much more awake and lay for a moment very content. He looked up to gaze at Nicholas's sleeping face and his heart skipped a beat. Lucas lifted up his hand and gently moved some of Nicholas's hair out of his face. He let his eyes wander from Nicholas's soft light colored hair, to his eyelashes, then to his lips where he had a callus from biting it so often. Frowning a bit at it, Lucas silently wondered where the habit developed from as he gently traced Nicholas's bottom lip with his finger.

Nicholas felt something brush against his lip. In his dreaming state, he thought it may be a butterfly, or the soft touch of Luke's lips. Just like... what had happened last night. He stirred slightly and squeezed his eyes shut more closely before sliding them opening. His vision was at first blurred, and then the outline of Luke's face came into clearer view.

"Luke?" He murmured sleepily, not used to seeing somebody else there in the morning. "Is there something wrong?" He touched the hand that was hovering by his face and closed his fingers around Luke's wrist with a puzzled expression on his face.

Lucas blushed when Nicholas woke up to his lips being touched. He got caught doing something like that, and was a little embarrassed but didn't make any move to withdraw his hand. He laid there without saying anything for a moment before he realized that Nicholas had asked him a question. Lucas brought his hand down and caressed Nicholas's cheek while his gold eyes darted from Nicholas's eyes to his wrist being held, to his shoulder.

"No," he said shaking his head as he shifted a little closer. Lucas closed his eyes and sighed. "Did you sleep well?" he murmured.

"Yes," Nicholas said, nodding slightly, which made him rub his cheek against Luke's captured hand a little bit. He was still waking up a bit, and hadn't really gotten to the point where he was entirely there. For him, all there was right now was the presence of Luke in front of him. Nicholas suddenly remembered the entirety of the events that had led up to this point. Luke's quitting, and their silly quarrel afterwards. Well, at least they were made up again.

He brought his hand up to Luke's forehead and held it there to feel the temperature. It felt normal, but he was too worried so he asked again. "How are your withdrawal symptoms? Is your stomach okay? You don't feel queasy at all, do you?" He began questioning Luke like he would to a patient, except that this was no ordinary patient. Lying so close to each other, he could faintly feel a small warmth from Luke's breathing.

He pushed himself up so that he was leaning on his elbow and peered at Luke with an inquiring look on his face.

With his eyes still closed, Lucas smiled and laughed a little bit at the many questions that were being asked of him. Having Nicholas fire off questions like this made everything feel normal again. "I feel fine," he said rubbing his eyes. "Just tired." Even though he had slept really well and for a fair amount of time, he still felt a little drained but he knew that laying in bed wouldn't make it any better.

Lucas opened his eyes to look at Nicholas and gave him a reassuring smile. Moving under the covers he rolled over so that he was facing the ceiling. "What should I make for breakfast.." he wondered out loud. Cooking would definitely help distract him from the fact that he was being hit with withdrawal symptoms still. He stared blankly at the light shining on the surface of the ceiling as he tried to figure out what he wanted to make.

Nicholas felt a bit guilty that Luke was already thinking of what to make for breakfast when he was still tired and trying to quit smoking. He sat up and began to get out of bed first. He hesitated before his next suggestion, because he wasn't sure if it was something Luke would want. He started walking back to his room to get changed, and stopped when he reached his door. "...if you're not feeling good, I could try make breakfast for you. That is, er... I could try again. Maybe it'd be better the second time?"

He reconsidered everything he said as it came out of his mouth and added hastily at the end. "Or I could get takeout from the cafe! You know, the one we always go to."