Title: Cake Chapter: Rating: NC-17 Summary: A food fight leads to something else for Luke and Noah. Characters: Genre: Romance Warnings: I think the rating says it all. Disclaimer: This site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis and Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work.

Noah moved his finger down the page of the cookbook and read the next ingredient. “Okay,” he said,” vanilla extract.” He looked over at Luke, who was watching him intently with a small smile on his face. “Luke?”

His boyfriend blinked. “Hmm?”

Noah laughed. “Are we making this cake for Faith and Natalie, or what?”

Luke smiled and ran his fingers through Noah’s soft hair. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“You know, if you paid half as much attention to the recipe as you did to me, we’d have been done ages ago.”

“I’m not interested in the cake right now,” Luke said, moving behind Noah and kissing his neck. He ran his hands down Noah’s arms, liking the feel of his biceps through his blue shirt.

“Luke,” Noah warned.

“What?” Luke asked in an innocent voice. “Ameera’s at my dad’s all afternoon, we’ve got a while until the party . . .” He kissed Noah’s earlobe.

Noah stifled a smile. He dipped his fingers in the bowl of flour they needed for their cake mix. “We need this time for the cake, Luke.” Noah flicked his flour-covered fingers at Luke when he said the word ‘cake.’

Luke blinked to keep the spray of flour out of his eyes and backed away from Noah. He wiped his face and looked at his boyfriend’s backside. “What’d you do that for?” he asked.

“Because,” Noah said, turning his head slightly, “we need to get baking.”

Luke nodded, fuming from Noah’s seriousness and drive-by flour-throwing. He turned to wash his face in the sink and got an idea when he saw the nozzle of the water nose. He turned, aimed the device at Noah, and sprayed his back.

Noah stiffened and wheeled around. Luke laughed and lowered the hose.

“Why did you do that?” Noah asked.

“I thought you could use some cooling off,” Luke said, grinning wildly.

Noah raised his eyebrows and nodded. He turned slightly, dipping his hand back in the bowl of flour, and raised a handful of the stuff. Luke’s face dropped.

“Don’t you dare!” he said.

Noah threw the flour at Luke and it exploded in a puff like snow, a large clump hitting Luke directly in the face. “You’re dead!” Luke cried, spraying Noah with the hose.

Noah retaliated with more flour. Water sprayed throughout the kitchen, and soon the place looked like a blizzard in mid-June. Luke scrambled around the kitchen, abandoning the hose for more artillery and threw a clump of brown sugar at Noah. Noah took an egg from the open carton near the stove and charged at Luke with it, smashing it on his head. Luke laughed and fell to the wet, slippery floor, taking Noah down with him in his arms.

“No fair!” Luke cried, howling with laughter.

“You started it!” Noah said, wiping his fingers along the floor for more flour. He ran a hand over Luke’s face, whitening him even more with the powdery stuff, and the two men laughed.

To Noah’s surprise, right in the middle of their laughing fit, Luke leaned over and kissed him. Noah put his hands on either side of Luke’s face, delighting in the feel of Luke’s tongue as it probed his mouth gently.

“You taste like brown sugar,” Luke said once they parted.

Noah smiled. “You take like flour.”

Luke laughed and kissed him again. He put a hand on Noah’s chest and slowly pushed him backwards onto the floor.

“Here?” Noah asked. “Now?”

Luke chuckled as he straddled Noah’s hips, impressed by his own intensity. “What can I say? I’ve got a one-track mind today.”

“I guess food fights really turn you on,” Noah said, looking up into Luke’s eyes.

“You turn me on,” Luke said softly. He leaned over and buried his face in Noah’s neck, licking and biting and causing Noah so much pleasure in that instant, he nearly forgot where they were. Noah pulled Luke’s head away from his neck.

“Wait,” he said. “Shouldn’t we get cleaned up first?”

Luke looked away for a second, pondering the thought. He nodded at Noah. “You’re right.” He stood from Noah’s waist. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

Noah lay motionless on the floor as Luke went ahead of him up the stairs. He almost couldn’t believe Luke’s enthusiasm, couldn’t believe even more that they actually had some time to themselves and that finally, after all of this time—

“This is really going to happen,” Noah said to himself.

He felt himself becoming excited, scared, hopeful all at once. He was afraid of what Luke might have expected but didn’t want to keep him waiting, all the same. Noah stood and turned the water of the faucet off. He brushed himself off of flour and brown sugar, doing little to make himself presentable, and began walking up the stairs.


Hearing the shower running, Noah slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in. Steam rose from the behind the foggy glass of the shower door, and Noah could see Luke’s blurry, obviously naked form behind it. Noah swallowed hard and entered, stepping over Luke’s clothes on the floor as though they were landmines.

“How’s the water?” he asked, afraid that his voice may have been shaking.

“Why don’t you come in here and see for yourself?” Luke called over the running water.

Noah laughed, taking off his shirt and shedding all of his worry and doubt. Luke seemed to be taking everything in stride—he figured he should, too. Noah glanced over at Luke’s frame in the foggy glass of the shower door as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He felt himself getting hard at just the suggestion of seeing Luke naked, and took a brave step towards the shower.

“I’m coming in,” he said, his voice quivering. He opened the glass door of the shower and saw his every fantasy come to life—Luke wet and naked, surrounded by steam and ready for him in every possible way.

Luke stood under the showerhead and brushed his wet hair from his face. He watched as Noah entered the shower with him, his chest heaving with labored breaths and his erection impossible to miss even through the steam. Luke turned his entire body towards him and put his hand on his arm, guiding him under the spray of the showerhead.

“Hello,” he said, smiling.

“Hello, yourself,” Noah said, letting the warm water fall all around him. He leaned in and captured Luke’s lips in his, wrapping his arms around Luke’ waist and running his hands up his back. Luke put his arms around Noah’s neck and pulled his closer, their tongues clashing inside of each other’s mouths and their teeth climbing to take more of each other in.

Noah moved his lips to Luke’s neck and Luke closed his eyes and gasped. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he breathed.

“I want you,” Noah whispered in his ear.

Luke ran his fingers through Noah’s hair as he continued kissed and sucking the skin of his neck. Noah surprised him by pushing him up against the cold wall of the shower and pinning his right hand to the wall. Luke became even more excited by Noah’s sudden roughness and felt himself grow harder.

“Touch me,” he gasped, at the mercy of Noah. “Please.”

Noah kissed his lips and trailed his fingers slowly down the length of Luke’s torso, still pinning Luke’s wrist to the wall with his other hand. He wrapped his hand around the length of Luke’s shaft, feeling its incredible hardness, and stroked him.

Luke gasped and threw his head against the wall. “That’s good,” he whispered.

Noah smiled, liking the effect he had on his helpless boyfriend. He stroked him again and pushed his own erection up against Luke’s inner thigh. Luke ran his free hand through Noah’s hair and moaned when Noah brushed his thumb over the throbbing head of his penis.

“Oh my God,” Luke groaned, closing his eyes and tossing his head back.

Noah quickened his pace, the blood pumping furiously in his own hard member, aching to be appeased. He kissed and licked Luke’s neck, releasing his wrist to move his hand around to his backside. He massaged Luke’s back as he continued to thrust his hand along his boyfriend’s throbbing erection. Luke moaned in Noah’s ear and moved his hips in sync with Noah’s rhythm. He squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brows, his body trembling with each thrust. He wrapped his arms around Noah and held him close, as though letting go would mean falling through the very fabric of time and space.

Noah buried his face in Luke’s shoulder. He could feel Luke tightening as he moved his hand up and down, could feel the anticipation building in his lover. He wanted to feel Luke’s release, he wanted to be the one to bring him to that point of pure bliss when everything else melted away and all other things on Earth became irrelevant.

Luke curled his toes and moaned. He was getting close. “Almost . . .” he sucked in a breath and let out a strangled cry. Noah circled his thumb over the head of Luke’s shaft, causing him to lose it. “Ohh!” he cried.

Noah bit down on Luke’s shoulder as his boyfriend climaxed, the warm rush of liquid spilling out of him and into Noah’s hand. Luke’s knees buckled at the release of it all, and Noah caught him in his arms before he fell to the floor of the shower.

“I got you,” Noah said.

Luke looked into his eyes, panting from his orgasm. He felt disconnected, as though he were floating above himself, watching the scene as a separate person. “I love you,” he breathed.

Noah smiled. “I love you, too.” He planted a soft kiss on Luke’s lips and wiped his wet, matted hair away from his boyfriend’s forehead. Noah spotted a washcloth in the handrail near the showerhead. He leaned in and whispered into Luke’s ear, “Turn around.”

Luke’s body seized and Noah could sense the hesitation in him. He put his hand on Luke’s cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb under his eye. “It’s okay,” he said. “Trust me.”

With labored breaths, Luke did as Noah said and faced the wall of the steaming shower, his body still quivering from Noah’s touch. He sighed and smiled when he felt Noah rub a sudsy washcloth along his back and shoulders.

“I think this is the best shower I’ve ever taken,” he said with a small laugh.

Noah smiled and trailed the wet cloth around Luke’s waist to his stomach. Luke recoiled and giggled. “That tickles,” he said, putting a hand over Noah’s.

“Just relax,” Noah said.

He moved the washcloth up Luke’s torso and to his chest, paying special attention to his hard nipples. Luke moaned and moved his head to the side to capture Noah’s mouth in a kiss. He raised an arm and stroked the back of Noah’s head, urging him to kiss deeper, feeling his boyfriend’s hard erection rubbing against him. An urge came over Luke in that moment, a need so foreign and yet so familiar it blinded him. He realized he needed Noah to take all of him, to fill him completely in that sacred spot that had yet to be disturbed. The thought consumed him, enflamed his every desire, and he found himself pushing his hips back to feel Noah’s erection penetrate him.

Noah gasped and dropped the washcloth at Luke’s sudden move. He parted his lips from Luke’s and stared at him. “Are you sure?” he asked, as if reading Luke’s mind and knowing exactly what he wanted.

Luke nodded feverishly, his entire body trembling. The very thought of Noah’s body joining his caused him to pant. “I want this,” he said.

Noah swallowed hard. “Okay,” he said. He hadn’t though about asking Luke to do that particular thing. He had no expectation or even hopes that Luke would be so willing to succumb to a generally taboo endeavor, but where his mind blocked him, his heart and his hormones barreled through.

Luke moved closer to the wall and put his hands on the foggy tiles. He spread his legs just slightly as if being frisked and moaned when Noah pressed his chest to his back and kissed his neck.

“If I hurt you,” Noah said in Luke’s ear, “tell me to stop.”

Luke closed his eyes. “You won’t,” he said.

Noah put his left hand over Luke’s heart and moved the other one down to his waist. He massaged Luke’s bottom, his fingers poised at the entrance of his hole, and plunged a finger inside. Luke sucked in a breath and jerked forward.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked, terrified that he had already caused Luke pain.

Luke nodded quickly, breathing harder than he ever had in his life. “I’m fine,” he said, “don’t stop.”

Noah added another finger and prodded deeper, causing Luke to clench around him and cry out. Luke put his hand over Noah’s as it rested on his chest and squeezed it tightly. Noah slowly stroked his fingers in and out, preparing Luke’s body for what would eventually come. He pushed deeper, touching something within Luke that made him toss his head back and moan, and removed his hand.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Noah said, pushing his erection between Luke’s cheeks. “I have to have you.”

“Take me—”

Before Luke could barely even finish his sentence, Noah slammed his throbbing member into Luke, eliciting a sharp groan from his boyfriend. Noah put his hands on Luke’s waist and held his position, letting Luke adjust to his size and length. He pulled out completely and thrust back in, pushing Luke closer to the wall. Luke kept his hands on the wall and hung his head as Noah took him again and again.

“You feel so . . . good,” Noah said between gasps.

“Harder!” Luke cried, pushing his hips back against Noah’s.

Noah put his hands on Luke’s hips to guide his movements, pulling his boyfriend toward him with every push of his loins. He pumped deeper, harder, moaning like a broken record. Luke let out a strangled cry and swiveled his head to capture Noah’s lips again as he rammed him. He felt alive in a way he never though possible, yet somehow not there at all as the pleasure of Noah’s body engulfed him completely.

Luke clenched himself around Noah just as his erection was almost all the way inside of him, causing his boyfriend to break their kiss and cry out. He exploded within him and moved his hips in quick, short thrusts to let every drop of himself empty into Luke. Noah reached around and put his hand on Luke’s own hardness. He stroked him again as the last waves of his orgasm passed through him, and it only took seconds until Luke was moaning his name and climaxing for the second glorious time.

Noah took himself out of Luke and collapsed on his boyfriend’s back, trying his hardest to stay on his feet. Luke rested himself against the wall of the shower, gasping for air. He smiled and laughed and when he looked back at Noah, his boyfriend was grinning as well.

“That was amazing,” Luke said.

Noah chuckled. “We should bake more often around here.”

Luke turned and leaned his back against the wall, facing Noah. Noah put his hands on either side of Luke’s face and kissed him. They held each other until the water turned lukewarm, until reality brought them back to Earth and they were forced to step out of the shower.