Logistics
Luke and Reid sat on either ends of the couch in their new living room. They had been living in their apartment for three weeks. They had unpacked most of their boxes, and their new place was starting to feel like home. They loved coming home to each other at night, and most evenings were spent wrapped up in each other on the couch, in the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen floor...their relationship was definitely in the honeymoon period.
On this particular evening, they adorned either ends of their oversized couch, both of them reading, Luke a novel, and Reid a magazine, their legs and bare feet tangled together in the middle of the couch.
"Do you trust me?" Luke asked out of nowhere.
"In what way?" Reid responded, eyes still in the pages of his magazine.
"No particular way...just in general, do you trust me?"
Reid put the magazine down and looked at Luke across the couch. "Of course. Why are you asking?"
Luke shrugged.
Reid leaned forward and snaked his hand up Luke's jeans to his calf. "Luke...?"
"It's nothing...it's silly...nevermind."
Reid cocked an eyebrow at Luke. "Clearly, something is on your mind. C'mon, spill it. Am I going to have to tickle it out of you? Because you know I can," he teased, pushing his hand further up the leg of Luke's jeans and squeezing either side of his knee, causing Luke to jump.
"Cut it out. I hate that."
"I think you love it. Love/hate; not much difference, huh?" Reid laughed.
"I want to fuck you." There, he said it. It was out there.
Reid leaned back against the couch arm again, not saying anything.
Luke noticed that Reid was no longer smiling, and he wished he hadn't brought it up. He looked away awkwardly. "If it's not your thing, I get it, but it's really all I can think about lately, and I've never..."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Oh..." Reid said, running his fingers over the soft skin on the top of Luke's foot.
"Dont' get me wrong, I LOVE what we do; it's so good, I mean...really, really good, like I didn't KNOW it could be that good...but sometimes...ya know...um..but, yeah...I think I'd like to take a shot at being the pitcher, if you know what I mean..."
"You want to top me?" Reid asked, his brow furrowed but the smile returning to his face, amused.
Luke sat forward and shook his head, closed his eyes. "I hate that term...crap...ugh, I'm sorry, Reid...this is just way outside your comfort zone...I'm sorry...just forget I said anything..."
"Don't do that. Why are you apologizing for telling me what you want?"
Luke ran his hand from Reid's thigh, down to his knee. "I don't know. I just don't want to make you feel like you have to do something that you're not into."
"I'm into anything that gets you off, Luke." His eyes locked on Luke's.
Luke visibly blushed, and he ducked his head down, almost to his chest. "Fuck, Reid. You say the hottest things sometimes."
"Say it again."
"Say what?"
"You know..."
Luke raised his head. "Fuck?"
"MmmmHmm...you know I love hearing that word in your mouth."
"Fuck..." Luke whispered and leaned his head back on the arm of the couch, smiling.
Reid slid off the couch and knelt in front of Luke, pulled him up so that his legs were on either side of Reid, and pulled his own t-shirt off over his head. Luke immediately started tracing patterns on Reid's torso, dipping his finger tips into the shallow valleys made by Reid's muscles and brushing his thumbs over his nipples. He leaned forward, his lips brushing Reid's ear. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Reid kissed Luke's temple, his ear, his jaw, his neck, murmurring non words as he went. He tugged at the bottom of Luke's shirt and pulled it up over his head. He dipped his own head back down to Luke's collar bone and placed his open mouth on it, sucking gently and then not so gently. He pulled his head back to look at the mark he'd made to cover the mark that was fading from a couple of days earlier. He smiled and rubbed his thumb over it. His eyes and hands then dropped to Luke's toned stomach, where Reid had left a hickey the night before. He ran his fingers over it, admired it, kissed it. Luke laughed softly, knowing that he also had marks on his shoulder, ass, and the back of his left knee. Reid's little kink.
Luke's hands traveled around to Reid's smooth back and moved down to the waistband of his jeans. He pushed one hand down inside and groaned when his hand didn't meet underwear, just warm skin. Reid half sighed/half moaned and undid the button on his own jeans and slid the zipper down, giving Luke room to push his other hand in.
They caught each other's eyes, and Reid leaned in, placing a soft kiss upon Luke's mouth, his tongue just barely grazing Luke's upper lip. "Fuck me..."