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FIC: A Suitable Shirt
Title: A Suitable Shirt
Characters: Luke/Gabriel, past Gabriel/Elle, Noah Gray
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2079
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.04. Warnings for explicit sexual content.
Summary: Luke shows up at Gabriel Gray's doorstep in Costa Verde, looking for help.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM.
Luke couldn't remember how he got the address in Costa Verde. He couldn't recall who gave him the information, or when. He only knew of one person who could help him now, and he hoped that this nerdy-looking guy who answered the door would be him.
"Are you Rebel?"
"I beg your pardon?" the man asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Are you Rebel? Are you the Rebel?" Luke growled. "I need the fucking Rebel."
"I don't know who sent you to-"
"Just fucking answer!" Luke insisted. "Yes or no?"
The man at the door removed his glasses, taking an eternity to wipe the lenses off on the sleeve of his button-up shirt. "I'm not Rebel, but I can help you."
"I could use a little fucking help."
"You look like it." He stepped back, assessing the extent of Luke's injury. "I'm Gabriel. Come in."
A small boy lingered by the kitchen threshold, curious but too shy to speak. He fiddled with a toy firetruck, dropping it to the floor over and over again, causing his own distraction.
"Noah, why don't you go to the playroom?" Gabriel asked, his tone one of command, not suggestion.
"Don't want to," the boy replied. "Want ice cream."
"If you give Daddy an hour, I promise you can have some." The boy dragged one foot across the floor, the rubber sole of his sneaker squeaking against the parquet. "With sprinkles, if you go right now," Gabriel added, and the child lifted his head, his face lit up with glee, then dashed away into some doorway to be unseen and unheard.
"My son, Noah," Gabriel said by way of introduction.
"Where's his mother?" Luke asked gruffly, shoving his hands uncomfortably into the pockets of his tattered zip-up hoodie.
"My wife, Elle," Gabriel said sadly. "She died."
What was he supposed to do? Offer his condolences? Say that he was sorry? No matter what he said, it wouldn't be sincere. He didn't give a fuck about this sap's dead wife. Instead he scowled and chewed his bottom lip, already chapped to the point of bleeding. He kicked a chair away from the kitchen table and sank into it.
"When this all started, she wanted to fight it. I gave up the life I led to care for Noah, to give him the kind of childhood neither of us ever had, but she just..." There was a hitch in his voice, and the end of his sentence caught in his throat. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, here I am going on about things that happened years ago, and you just came here for help."
"Yeah," Luke replied, unsure of what else he could say.
"Where exactly are you hurt?" Gabriel asked, taking Luke's arm gently in his hands. "Is it just one gun-shot?"
"Yeah, right by my shoulder there," Luke said. "Should I take off my shirt?"
"It might help, just to see."
Luke sat up straight, carefully maneuvering his arm out of his sleeve. The blood had already started to congeal at the wound, and Luke winced as he pulled the fabric away. He struggled to take off his t-shirt for a moment, before Gabriel took it at the hem and tugged it until it slipped off from above his head. Luke had never felt so childish.
"It doesn't look too bad," Gabriel noted, placing his cool palms on the naked skin surrounding the bullet hole. The sensation of Gabriel's touch tingled for a moment, like the pins and needles in a limb fallen asleep. The bullet seemed to fall out of the wound of its own accord, and Luke watched in wonder as the skin started to knit itself back together.
"How did you... where did that...?"
"I picked it up way back when," Gabriel said curtly, his tone discouraging. He didn't want to have to explain any more than that, Luke could tell, but the man's clipped words and sad timbre intrigued him in a way he couldn't explain.
"Thanks," Luke murmured.
"Just don't let it happen again," Gabriel told him, straightening up, taking Luke's ripped and stained clothes. "You know, I could wash these for you, but I don't think it would be worth it."
"Don't worry about it," Luke said, standing up. "I can find something else."
"You know, you're a lot smaller than me," Gabriel observed, "but I bet I can find something of mine that'll fit you."
"No, really, that's -"
"I insist..." Gabriel paused.
"Luke. Luke Campbell."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Luke," Gabriel said, a genuine grin on his face. "Why don't you follow me upstairs for a moment?"
Luke stalked up the stairs behind Gabriel so closely he could press his face into Gabriel's ass if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to, of course, it was just a thought that flickered through his mind briefly as the ascended to the second floor and entered the master bedroom.
It was impeccably neat, not like the downstairs had been - no scattered toys, no stains in the carpet, no ripped or mismatched curtains. Gabriel caught Luke's wandering eye. "Noah doesn't come in here, ever," he offered, striding over to his closet and sliding the doors open. Luke stifled a sardonic laugh; even the t-shirts were on hangers, arranged by color. "Do you have any preference?"
Luke shivered a little, suddenly feeling slightly dizzy. He sat down on the bed without thinking, rubbing his arms with the opposite hands. Gabriel looked concerned and dropped the shirt he was holding. "Light-headed, from the blood loss, I guess," Luke suggested, running his tongue against his chapped lower lip again.
"Is there anything I can do? Can I get you a glass of water?"
Luke pinched his eyes shut, turning his face away. It wasn't light-headedness, it was something else, a kind of longing he couldn't name. Envy, perhaps - he envied this life that Gabriel seemed to have, rooted in one spot, with at least one remnant of a family. He had a home, safe and secure, and Luke imagined he led a comfortable enough existence. It was a direct opposite of what Luke's life had turned into - running away from home as a teen, only to realize after they started rounding up the specials that he could never go back. He could never settle down, and only barely managed to stay clothed and fed, for the most part. He was overwhelmed by jealousy and self-pity and he hung his head as his cheeks flushed with emotion.
But then, just as suddenly as this horrible feeling washed over him, he was swept up into a friendly embrace. Gabriel was beside him on the bed, holding his naked torso in his arms, hugging him closely. Luke let his head fall into the crevice of Gabriel's shoulder, warm tears smearing on the collar of his shirt. Luke couldn't remember ever being held like this - not by his mother, not by the string of men and women he'd been with since he'd left home - and he was frightened by how good it felt.
The small hairs on the back of Gabriel's neck tingled with each breath Luke took, warm and moist and jagged against his neck. He carressed the other man's back just as he'd done long ago with his wife - it was a touch that was protective and wanting all at once. Gabriel had felt so alone since her death, and Luke was the first person who he'd invited into his bedroom in years. He didn't know why he'd felt compelled to do so - he could have easily gone up to retrieve a suitable shirt on his own - but with another person to lean on, another person to touch, he couldn't say he regretted it.
It started with a kiss on the cheek, an innocent kiss, a grateful kiss. Luke wasn't one to display such affection, but in this case, it felt warranted. Besides, it didn't matter; he'd never see Gabriel again. But what he could rationalize to himself in his brain, his heart immediately disregarded, and Luke found his lips pressing against Gabriel's lips, his lips pressed against Gabriel's neck, his lips pressed into Gabriel's ears. His hands wandered down the front of Gabriel's shirt, undoing buttons as they made their way to the front of his pants.
Gabriel shuddered when Luke touched his cock. He sighed when Luke sank to his knees in front of him, taking his shaft in his mouth, trying to harden it with increasing enthusiasm. Gabriel shut his eyes and leaned back, his own breath now warm and moist and jagged. Luke delicately tickled the head of Gabriel's penis with his tongue before encircling it with his lips, running his cock up and down, holding the shaft against the roof of his mouth while Gabriel held his breath to keep from crying out.
Luke reached for Gabriel's balls next, cupping them in his palm before he started stroking them with his thumb. Gabriel couldn't help but moan quietly as Luke grabbed his balls and gave them a gentle tug. As Luke continued pumping his hardened cock with his mouth, Gabriel's whole body shook and he spurted into the back of Luke's mouth.
Gabriel's eyes watered - he could have cried, it had been so long since he'd felt so good. Luke sat back on his feet, placing his hands on Gabriel's knees, shuddering too from the exhiliration he got from giving head.
Gabriel swallowed nervously, taking his glasses and setting them gently on the bedside table. "I... I don't know how to thank you, Luke," he said, blushing intensely.
"You don't have to," Luke replied. "That was me thanking you."
"I can't even explain..." Gabriel started, taking off his already-unbuttoned shirt. "It's been so long since I..."
"It doesn't have to be," Luke interrupted, rising to his feet and sitting beside Gabriel on the bed once again. "I can do more than just that, you know."
Gabriel averted his eyes, looking everywhere else to avoid Luke's gaze. He noticed Luke's chapped lip, glistening and raw from giving head, and he felt a twinge of pity. Gabriel leaned forward and let his lips touch Luke's once again, and the tingling sensation came back as Luke's lips healed.
But it didn't stop there, it couldn't stop there. Gabriel could feel it, could feel the hunger - the hunger for human contact. His hands moved of their own accord, running along Luke's bare skin, disregarding the blemishes and scars along the way. The fell onto the covers together as they continued groping one another. Gabriel pulled Luke's pants down around his buttocks and reached into the nightstand drawer for the bottle of lube he kept for nights especially lonely; this time it would be used for a much less depressing purpose.
Gabriel put a few drops of lube on his fingers before he ran them between Luke's buttocks. Luke sighed unabashedly as Gabriel massaged the lube into his skin, adding generous amounts to be careful. Before long, Luke's moans and cries made Gabriel hard again.
"There's a condom in my wallet," Luke offered, reaching behind him and pointing at his back pocket. Gabriel pulled it out hurriedly before sheathing his erection; he couldn't wait much longer. He slowly guided his cock into Luke's opening, thrusting once or twice hesitantly before Luke looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You're doing it right, don't worry."
Encouraged, Gabriel wrapped his hands around Luke's waist, pulling him back onto his cock as he pushed his hips forward. Luke bit his lip again so hard he made himself bleed as Gabriel groaned and came again. Exhausted, Gabriel lurched forward onto Luke, and they both lay prostrate on the bed together for a few brief moments.
It was Luke who finally stirred. He slid out from under Gabriel, hiking his pants back up to his waist. "I'll just help myself to a shirt, then, if that's okay," he said, and Gabriel only sighed in reply.
Fully dressed now, Luke shoved his hands into his pants pockets and walked awkwardly to the door. The little boy had resumed his spot, leaning against a corner in the kitchen, looking up at Luke with wide, watery eyes.
Luke hesitated for one more moment. "Hey kid," he said. "Tell your dad thanks from me." Noah nodded solemnly in acknowledgement, and Luke headed out the door. He was certain that he'd never return, but it didn't keep him from looking back.
Characters: Luke/Gabriel, past Gabriel/Elle, Noah Gray
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2079
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.04. Warnings for explicit sexual content.
Summary: Luke shows up at Gabriel Gray's doorstep in Costa Verde, looking for help.
A/N: Written for the YAHAKM.
Luke couldn't remember how he got the address in Costa Verde. He couldn't recall who gave him the information, or when. He only knew of one person who could help him now, and he hoped that this nerdy-looking guy who answered the door would be him.
"Are you Rebel?"
"I beg your pardon?" the man asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Are you Rebel? Are you the Rebel?" Luke growled. "I need the fucking Rebel."
"I don't know who sent you to-"
"Just fucking answer!" Luke insisted. "Yes or no?"
The man at the door removed his glasses, taking an eternity to wipe the lenses off on the sleeve of his button-up shirt. "I'm not Rebel, but I can help you."
"I could use a little fucking help."
"You look like it." He stepped back, assessing the extent of Luke's injury. "I'm Gabriel. Come in."
A small boy lingered by the kitchen threshold, curious but too shy to speak. He fiddled with a toy firetruck, dropping it to the floor over and over again, causing his own distraction.
"Noah, why don't you go to the playroom?" Gabriel asked, his tone one of command, not suggestion.
"Don't want to," the boy replied. "Want ice cream."
"If you give Daddy an hour, I promise you can have some." The boy dragged one foot across the floor, the rubber sole of his sneaker squeaking against the parquet. "With sprinkles, if you go right now," Gabriel added, and the child lifted his head, his face lit up with glee, then dashed away into some doorway to be unseen and unheard.
"My son, Noah," Gabriel said by way of introduction.
"Where's his mother?" Luke asked gruffly, shoving his hands uncomfortably into the pockets of his tattered zip-up hoodie.
"My wife, Elle," Gabriel said sadly. "She died."
What was he supposed to do? Offer his condolences? Say that he was sorry? No matter what he said, it wouldn't be sincere. He didn't give a fuck about this sap's dead wife. Instead he scowled and chewed his bottom lip, already chapped to the point of bleeding. He kicked a chair away from the kitchen table and sank into it.
"When this all started, she wanted to fight it. I gave up the life I led to care for Noah, to give him the kind of childhood neither of us ever had, but she just..." There was a hitch in his voice, and the end of his sentence caught in his throat. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, here I am going on about things that happened years ago, and you just came here for help."
"Yeah," Luke replied, unsure of what else he could say.
"Where exactly are you hurt?" Gabriel asked, taking Luke's arm gently in his hands. "Is it just one gun-shot?"
"Yeah, right by my shoulder there," Luke said. "Should I take off my shirt?"
"It might help, just to see."
Luke sat up straight, carefully maneuvering his arm out of his sleeve. The blood had already started to congeal at the wound, and Luke winced as he pulled the fabric away. He struggled to take off his t-shirt for a moment, before Gabriel took it at the hem and tugged it until it slipped off from above his head. Luke had never felt so childish.
"It doesn't look too bad," Gabriel noted, placing his cool palms on the naked skin surrounding the bullet hole. The sensation of Gabriel's touch tingled for a moment, like the pins and needles in a limb fallen asleep. The bullet seemed to fall out of the wound of its own accord, and Luke watched in wonder as the skin started to knit itself back together.
"How did you... where did that...?"
"I picked it up way back when," Gabriel said curtly, his tone discouraging. He didn't want to have to explain any more than that, Luke could tell, but the man's clipped words and sad timbre intrigued him in a way he couldn't explain.
"Thanks," Luke murmured.
"Just don't let it happen again," Gabriel told him, straightening up, taking Luke's ripped and stained clothes. "You know, I could wash these for you, but I don't think it would be worth it."
"Don't worry about it," Luke said, standing up. "I can find something else."
"You know, you're a lot smaller than me," Gabriel observed, "but I bet I can find something of mine that'll fit you."
"No, really, that's -"
"I insist..." Gabriel paused.
"Luke. Luke Campbell."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Luke," Gabriel said, a genuine grin on his face. "Why don't you follow me upstairs for a moment?"
Luke stalked up the stairs behind Gabriel so closely he could press his face into Gabriel's ass if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to, of course, it was just a thought that flickered through his mind briefly as the ascended to the second floor and entered the master bedroom.
It was impeccably neat, not like the downstairs had been - no scattered toys, no stains in the carpet, no ripped or mismatched curtains. Gabriel caught Luke's wandering eye. "Noah doesn't come in here, ever," he offered, striding over to his closet and sliding the doors open. Luke stifled a sardonic laugh; even the t-shirts were on hangers, arranged by color. "Do you have any preference?"
Luke shivered a little, suddenly feeling slightly dizzy. He sat down on the bed without thinking, rubbing his arms with the opposite hands. Gabriel looked concerned and dropped the shirt he was holding. "Light-headed, from the blood loss, I guess," Luke suggested, running his tongue against his chapped lower lip again.
"Is there anything I can do? Can I get you a glass of water?"
Luke pinched his eyes shut, turning his face away. It wasn't light-headedness, it was something else, a kind of longing he couldn't name. Envy, perhaps - he envied this life that Gabriel seemed to have, rooted in one spot, with at least one remnant of a family. He had a home, safe and secure, and Luke imagined he led a comfortable enough existence. It was a direct opposite of what Luke's life had turned into - running away from home as a teen, only to realize after they started rounding up the specials that he could never go back. He could never settle down, and only barely managed to stay clothed and fed, for the most part. He was overwhelmed by jealousy and self-pity and he hung his head as his cheeks flushed with emotion.
But then, just as suddenly as this horrible feeling washed over him, he was swept up into a friendly embrace. Gabriel was beside him on the bed, holding his naked torso in his arms, hugging him closely. Luke let his head fall into the crevice of Gabriel's shoulder, warm tears smearing on the collar of his shirt. Luke couldn't remember ever being held like this - not by his mother, not by the string of men and women he'd been with since he'd left home - and he was frightened by how good it felt.
The small hairs on the back of Gabriel's neck tingled with each breath Luke took, warm and moist and jagged against his neck. He carressed the other man's back just as he'd done long ago with his wife - it was a touch that was protective and wanting all at once. Gabriel had felt so alone since her death, and Luke was the first person who he'd invited into his bedroom in years. He didn't know why he'd felt compelled to do so - he could have easily gone up to retrieve a suitable shirt on his own - but with another person to lean on, another person to touch, he couldn't say he regretted it.
It started with a kiss on the cheek, an innocent kiss, a grateful kiss. Luke wasn't one to display such affection, but in this case, it felt warranted. Besides, it didn't matter; he'd never see Gabriel again. But what he could rationalize to himself in his brain, his heart immediately disregarded, and Luke found his lips pressing against Gabriel's lips, his lips pressed against Gabriel's neck, his lips pressed into Gabriel's ears. His hands wandered down the front of Gabriel's shirt, undoing buttons as they made their way to the front of his pants.
Gabriel shuddered when Luke touched his cock. He sighed when Luke sank to his knees in front of him, taking his shaft in his mouth, trying to harden it with increasing enthusiasm. Gabriel shut his eyes and leaned back, his own breath now warm and moist and jagged. Luke delicately tickled the head of Gabriel's penis with his tongue before encircling it with his lips, running his cock up and down, holding the shaft against the roof of his mouth while Gabriel held his breath to keep from crying out.
Luke reached for Gabriel's balls next, cupping them in his palm before he started stroking them with his thumb. Gabriel couldn't help but moan quietly as Luke grabbed his balls and gave them a gentle tug. As Luke continued pumping his hardened cock with his mouth, Gabriel's whole body shook and he spurted into the back of Luke's mouth.
Gabriel's eyes watered - he could have cried, it had been so long since he'd felt so good. Luke sat back on his feet, placing his hands on Gabriel's knees, shuddering too from the exhiliration he got from giving head.
Gabriel swallowed nervously, taking his glasses and setting them gently on the bedside table. "I... I don't know how to thank you, Luke," he said, blushing intensely.
"You don't have to," Luke replied. "That was me thanking you."
"I can't even explain..." Gabriel started, taking off his already-unbuttoned shirt. "It's been so long since I..."
"It doesn't have to be," Luke interrupted, rising to his feet and sitting beside Gabriel on the bed once again. "I can do more than just that, you know."
Gabriel averted his eyes, looking everywhere else to avoid Luke's gaze. He noticed Luke's chapped lip, glistening and raw from giving head, and he felt a twinge of pity. Gabriel leaned forward and let his lips touch Luke's once again, and the tingling sensation came back as Luke's lips healed.
But it didn't stop there, it couldn't stop there. Gabriel could feel it, could feel the hunger - the hunger for human contact. His hands moved of their own accord, running along Luke's bare skin, disregarding the blemishes and scars along the way. The fell onto the covers together as they continued groping one another. Gabriel pulled Luke's pants down around his buttocks and reached into the nightstand drawer for the bottle of lube he kept for nights especially lonely; this time it would be used for a much less depressing purpose.
Gabriel put a few drops of lube on his fingers before he ran them between Luke's buttocks. Luke sighed unabashedly as Gabriel massaged the lube into his skin, adding generous amounts to be careful. Before long, Luke's moans and cries made Gabriel hard again.
"There's a condom in my wallet," Luke offered, reaching behind him and pointing at his back pocket. Gabriel pulled it out hurriedly before sheathing his erection; he couldn't wait much longer. He slowly guided his cock into Luke's opening, thrusting once or twice hesitantly before Luke looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You're doing it right, don't worry."
Encouraged, Gabriel wrapped his hands around Luke's waist, pulling him back onto his cock as he pushed his hips forward. Luke bit his lip again so hard he made himself bleed as Gabriel groaned and came again. Exhausted, Gabriel lurched forward onto Luke, and they both lay prostrate on the bed together for a few brief moments.
It was Luke who finally stirred. He slid out from under Gabriel, hiking his pants back up to his waist. "I'll just help myself to a shirt, then, if that's okay," he said, and Gabriel only sighed in reply.
Fully dressed now, Luke shoved his hands into his pants pockets and walked awkwardly to the door. The little boy had resumed his spot, leaning against a corner in the kitchen, looking up at Luke with wide, watery eyes.
Luke hesitated for one more moment. "Hey kid," he said. "Tell your dad thanks from me." Noah nodded solemnly in acknowledgement, and Luke headed out the door. He was certain that he'd never return, but it didn't keep him from looking back.