Luke was angry at the doctor for trying to leave town abruptly and refusing to help Noah. What kind of doctor was he? Wasn't he bound by some sort of oath to help people? Even people whose boyfriends he didn't like? But what Luke Snyder was most pissed off about was the fact that he'd been semi-hard ever since he and that arrogant prick's arms had accidentally brushed against each other as they were exiting the elevator.
He and Dr. Oliver walked through the parking garage at Oakdale Memorial, the doctor insisting that Luke take him to the airport so that he could grab the first available flight back to Dallas.
"Where's your car?" Reid asked, hands in his pockets.
"Over there," Luke pointed, slowing down and glaring at Reid.
Reid turned around. "Now what?" he asked, perturbed.
Luke put his hands out and said, "I'm not driving you anywhere. You can't walk out on Noah; he needs you."
"I'm getting sick and tired of this little command performance of yours. I don't care how rich and accustomed you are to getting your way, Mr. Snyder..." Luke smiled and looked off to the side. "I don't want to be here. I have people waiting for me back in Dallas. People that I actually want to help. So if you're not going to drive me," Reid took Luke's keys out of his hand, "I'm going to drive myself."
Reid turned and walked toward Luke's car confidently. "You can pick up your car at the airport," Reid informed Luke. He turned around and added smugly, "Don't forget to tip the valet."
Luke ran after him. He caught up with Reid and pulled him back by the arm. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're not taking my car."
"Who the hell do you think YOU are?" Reid retorted, yanking his arm away from Luke. " Get your hands off of me. You force me to come to this shit hole of a town; the least you can do is get me to the airport so I can leave."
"But you can't leave," Luke begged.
"Watch me."
Reid started for the car again, but as he arrived and depressed the remote for the door locks, Luke pushed him from behind and sent him forcefully into the door panel. "What the hell, Mr. Snyder?!" he yelled, turning around to face Luke.
Luke stepped into Reid's space, pushed him back, and grabbed at the keys in his hand, but Reid just gripped them tighter. "Mr. Snyder, you're really getting on my nerves now."
"You're trying to take my car! You think I'm just going to let you? Give me the damn keys!"
The two men wrestled for a bit, Luke clawing at Reid's fingers, trying to get him to loosen his grip. "Damn it!" Luke growled.
Reid laughed deeply. "You think this is funny, Dr. Oliver?! Because I don't!" Luke raised his head to find Reid looking right at him. Now, don't get him wrong, Luke had noticed Reid's eyes in the hospital right away, but here now, with the strong afternoon light filtering into the parking garage, his eyes were a brilliant, captivating blue. In addition, Luke had yet to see Dr. Oliver smile, and here he was laughing, with a crooked smile that went all the way up into his eyes, and before Luke even had the wherewithall to think about what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed Dr. Oliver, right on his smiling mouth.
As quickly as Luke had leaned in to kiss Reid, he was pulling back, stepping away from the doctor. "Oh my God. I'm sorry, Dr. Oliver! Oh,man...really...I can't believe I did that. That was completely inappropriate. I'm sorry...shit...I'm sorry..."
Dr. Oliver was still laughing softly when Luke heard his keys land with a familiar sound on the concrete floor of the parking garage, and then Reid's hands were on Luke's hips, stopping him from moving away, and instead pulling Luke back toward his body. "Isn't it just like a fag to assume he knows who's gay..."
Luke cocked his head, and his brow furrowed at the slur that had come out of Dr. Oliver's mouth. Normally, he would bristle from hearing that word, but there was something about the way that the doctor said it, like he had taken ownership of the word and wasn't afraid or ashamed to use it. And Luke had just kissed the (straight?) guy with no provocation, and well, he guessed Dr. Oliver had the right to be pissed about that. But the thing was, for the first time since Luke had met him, the doctor didn't seem to be pissed at all. He was pulling Luke closer, his eyes were on Luke's lips, and he seemed to be almost daring Luke to try it again.
"Dr. Oliver..."
The doctor moved his face closer to Luke's, so close that their breath mingled between them. Reid smelled like peppermit and shaving cream, and the sudden attack on his senses caused Luke to close his eyes. Luke stopped resisting Reid's tug towards him and allowed himself to press into the doctor's body. He immediately felt an unmistakeable firmness against his hip. Not straight. Definitely not straight.
Luke felt fingers on his chin. He opened his eyes as Reid tilted Luke's head upward, bringing his lips to Reid's. Luke opened his mouth and met Reid's tongue with his own. His breath came in shakey wisps, as he moved a hand to the back of Reid's head and explored his mouth as deeply as he could. A flock of ravens took flight in Luke's chest, and he moaned helplessly into the kiss.
Reid broke the kiss and bent down to retrieve Luke's keys. He pushed the remote and heard the locks disengage. He opened the back door of the sedan. "Get in." Luke looked over his shoulder and then back at Reid, unsure. "Listen, Mr. Snyder, you started this. If this isn't what you want, fine. No skin off my nose, but I'd appreciate that ride to the airport." Reid moved to close the car door.
"No," Luke said softly and grabbed the door to hold it open. He ducked his head and slid inside. He moved across the seat as far as he could go, his back against the opposite door, his heart hammering in his chest. He watched Reid pull off his coat and fling it into the front seat before sliding in next to Luke and closing the car door.
The silence inside the car intensified things for Luke, and his hand went to cover his eyes. He couldn't even look at the doctor. Is this really happening? Reid pulled at Luke's left knee, and brought Luke's left leg up across the seat. He positioned himself between Luke's legs and tugged to remove Luke's scarf. "Relax, Mr. Snyder..." He threw the scarf into the front seat and pulled at Luke's erection through his jeans. Luke's hips bucked forward, and he grabbed onto the front seat to steady himself as he made a desperate grunting noise in the back of his throat.
"You're going to overheat if you don't get some of these layers off," Reid offered, as he pushed Luke's coat off his shoulders. Luke shucked his coat and the sweater underneath, leaving himself in only a t-shirt. He reached out and pulled Reid to him, one hand cupping the back of Reid's neck and the other nervously fisting the material at Reid's shoulder. Reid kissed Luke deeply and ran his hands over Luke's bare arms. "Relax," he said again, softer this time, as he dragged his stubbled chin along Luke's cheek. He reached down and unbuckled Luke's belt, undid the top button and slid down the zipper. "Breathe..." Luke lifted himself off the seat and helped Reid push his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Luke's cock laid hard and dripping against his t-shirt.
"Nice," Reid said at the sight of Luke's fat cock. He took him in his hand and started stroking, running his thumb over the tip. Luke knocked his head back hard against the window and moaned. Don't come yet; don't come yet he told himself. With Reid's free hand he pushed Luke's t-shirt up. He leaned forward and sucked Luke's nipple as he continued to stroke him. Before long, Luke was jerking and flowing over Reid's hand and onto his own stomach, panting and cursing as he came hard.
When Luke was finally able to open his eyes, he looked down at Reid's hand, still holding him as he deflated. "I'm sorry. What a mess. Did I get any on your shirt? I'm sorry..." but Reid just smiled and slid his hand across Luke's come-covered stomach, smearing Luke's load over his nipples, watching his own hand as it traveled over Luke's body, slicking over his hard abdomen, his wet fingers dipping one by one into Luke's navel. "Do you always apologize this much during sex?"
"No, I...uh...just...some people think it's gross."
"Some people. Not all people. Do you think it's gross?" Reid rubbed a coated finger across Luke's bottom lip?
Luke licked his lip, tasting himself, and ducked his head. "No."
"Me either."
Luke smiled and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. "Here, you can clean up with this; I'll wear my sweater out." Reid wiped his own hand and then cleaned up Luke's stomach. "I'm sorry I'm such a light weight," Luke said, watching Reid, "It's been awhile..."
"There you go again...Snyder...don't apologize for being turned on."
Luke pulled up his pants and looked out the back window of the car, as Reid moved over to the other side of the seat. Satisfied that no one was around, Luke returned his eyes to the doctor and ran them down the length of his body. "Is it okay if I touch you?" Luke asked, tentatively.
Reid groaned. "I'd be offended if you didn't..."
Luke immediately dropped his hand to Reid's crotch and squeezed, feeling his size pushing against the constraint of his jeans. Luke smiled, straddled Reid, and began working on the buttons of his shirt, allowing his fingers to graze over each newly revealed piece of skin, his eyes following where his fingers went. Reid's head had fallen back against the seat, his eyes were closed, and he slowly began to push up against Luke. Luke watched Reid's face, mesmerized by the doctor's shallow breathing and slack jaw. He brought two fingers up and pushed them hesitantly into Reid's mouth, surprised when the doctor sucked them in and swirled his tongue around them. Luke felt his cock jerk back to life in his pants. Luke kissed Reid's mouth, around his fingers.
The air in the car became humid with their breathing, and as Luke kissed and licked his way down Reid's body, he could taste the salty sheen that covered his skin. Reid 's head was still back, his eyes still closed, as Luke knelt on the floorboard in front of Reid and quickly undid his belt and loosened his pants. He pulled his jeans down to his ankles and stared at the doctor's cock heavy against Reid's stomach. As Luke sat there licking his lips, Reid's hand encircled his own hardness and started stroking. Luke swallowed hard and was only slightly embarrassed by the half whimper/half moan that escaped his lips.
Luke pulled Reid's hand away and replaced it with this own, smearing the beads of come that were already forming at the slit. Luke leaned forward and licked at the head, as his hand kept a steady rhythm. Reid's hand threaded into Luke's long hair, as he pushed himself up forcefully into Luke's hand. Luke replaced his hand with his mouth and sunk down completely on Reid's cock, feeling him hit the back of his throat, as his nose sunk into a nest of curly hair. Luke bobbed his head up and down a few times along Reid's length, using his tongue and letting his teeth graze him gently. Luke could sense that Reid was close, so he released him reluctantly.
Reid groaned and opened his eyes, lifting his head to look at Luke as Luke reached down and removed Reid's right shoe. He slipped Reid's jeans over his right foot so that one leg was completely free. He then pushed Reid's right knee out to the side before putting his hands on Reid's hips and pulling him closer to the edge of the seat. He looked Reid in the eyes as he put two fingers in his mouth to wet them thoroughly. There was something that he'd always wanted to do, but Noah never would let him. But now here he was having hot and dirty sex in the back of a car in broad daylight with a virtual stranger, who laid open before him, wanting him, wanting what he was doing to him. He moved his spit-slicked fingers to Reid's entrance and pushed gently. 'Is this okay?" he asked. Please, say yes. Please say yes.
"Yes," Reid said, his breathing ragged, "Now, yes, c'mon..." He pushed himself down against Luke's waiting fingers.
Luke sunk two fingers all the way easily into Reid's tightness. Luke moaned and bucked against the seat in front of him, squeezing his eyes shut to keep from coming. Once he regained control, he took Reid in his mouth again, as he pumped his fingers in and out.
"Another..." Reid moaned, moving his hips to meet Luke's thrusting fingers. Luke inserted a third finger. He gave one last long suck to Reid and then pulled off of him, as he crooked his fingers and rubbed over Reid's prostate repeatedly. Reid fell over the edge grunting and shaking, as he released long strands of come over his own chest and stomach. His muscles clenched around Luke's fingers, which continued to attack Reid's prostate. Luke closed his eyes, shuddered, and came violently in his pants.
A few minutes later, Luke opened his eyes, dazed, Reid's fingers still twisted into his hair, massaging his scalp. His head was resting on Reid's thigh, and his fingers were still inside of him. He pulled them out slowly and raised himself up. "Here..." Reid said, throwing the t-shirt forward toward Luke. Luke wiped his fingers on the t-shirt. Reid took the t-shirt back and moved to wipe his chest. Luke stopped him. "Wait..." Luke, copying Reid's earlier movements, smeared Reid's come around his torso, tweaking his sensitive nipples, running his slickened fingers along Reid's abdominal muscles, over his collar bone, into the hollow of his neck. He then ran his Reid-covered hand across his own chest and down over his stomach.
"Not gross at all..."