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In Love With The Proper Stranger - Chapter 3
| Title: In Love With The Proper Stranger|
Chapter: Three of Twenty-three
Summary: AU - Their's is a love story which happens quite by accident, in the midst of a dangerous whirlwind of mystery and deceit sparked by the death of Luke's mother-in-law
Characters: Luke, Noah, Reid
Genre: AU, Action, Adventure, Romance, Angst
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.
An anxious Noah would check the mailbox he rented at the local post office every day for news on his courses and most of the time the box would be empty.
But he practically jumped with excitement when he found a letter had arrived. He knew it would contain the grades for his latest two assignments.
He held the white envelope reverently in his hands for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of it before deciding to prolong the anticipation and open it later that night at home.
On the dark walk back to the house, he had the distinct feeling he was being followed. It made him extremely uneasy; he walked faster. In this neighborhood, you could never be too careful.
Minutes later Noah breathed a sigh of relief as he put the key into the lock.
The house was dark and quiet. As usual, Greg was out gambling. Noah would have to remember to sleep with one eye open to guard against him. He was sure to return home stinking drunk.
As he began to close the front door behind him, a foot blocked it suddenly from the outside. A frightened Noah kicked at the obstacle, trying to get the door closed.
That's when he heard that voice… again.
"Wait! Wait! It's me!"
Noah pulled the door open to glare at him.
"And so what? Look, I don't know you. Yet you continue to hang around in a neighborhood where you clearly don't belong. You come by the place where I work. You follow me home. Coincidence?"
His blond waves of hair would hang down over his eyes.
"Okay, I know. But it's not what you think."
"What the hell AM I supposed to think?"
The man was obviously lost for words because he stood there gapping at him. An inpatient Noah tried again to close the door.
But the blonde's hand flew up to block it.
"Look! I know how this must look and… please… I usually don't act like this! I can't believe I'm even here! But I feel… I feel like…"
"Like WHAT?" a clearly frustrated Noah asked.
What followed was a long momentary standoff punctuated by deep glares exchanged between Noah and the home invader.
His eyes were the same shade as tree bark in spring.
Those incredible russet eyes looked like they were contemplating something. The man kept rocking back and forth on his feet like he wanted to act but something was holding him back.
Noah was completely taken by surprise when the stranger darted forward; grabbing his head; and kissing him fully on the mouth.
Instinct screamed at Noah to break free from the crazy stranger. But that familiar scent from the other night was wafting into his nose and doing things to his brain, taking over his senses.
Noah's arms developed a life of their own, quickly wrapping around the blonde, his hands twisting the back of the man's jacket in tight fists.
Before he knew it, he was groaning into the kiss.
It… felt… amazing!
"I can't get you out of my head…" the blonde sighed when he came up for breath.
Their eyes burned together, surprising them both with the intensity of sensation. There was an unfamiliar and astounding force between them.
Noah didn't give him a chance to add another word. He pressed their lips together again and licked at the corners of his mouth, begging for entrance.
Noah moaned loudly as their tongues met. He explored all the dark and warm and wet recesses of the other man's supple mouth.
"Mmm… you taste so good," the blonde whispered into his ear as they both heaved another breath of air. "…like heaven!"
Their lips met in a further zealous, eager kiss.
"I want…" Noah couldn't stop himself. He was consumed by an overwhelming need to possess this beautiful person.
Discarding every warning telling him to stop, Noah dragged the man back with him - mouths glued together - through the house to his bedroom.
They never made it to the bed.
Instead, Noah backed into the corner and his inexperience showed as he struggled with the buckle on his belt.
Sparks traveled through him when he felt the man's hands on his, helping to undo the belt, then the button and finally… the zipper.
Never before had Noah felt such an urge to be close to another man and his own level of confidence surprised him.
Overwhelming natural sexual desire seemed to drive him forward. He was acting on pure instinct despite those deep seated fears that previously held him back.
The man seemed to sense this. As Noah's hands came up to cup his cheeks; the blonde covered them in his own, interlacing their fingers. He pressed Noah's palms to his cheeks; penetrating Noah with his eyes.
The amber orbs moved over his, searching, and Noah began to feel uncomfortable. This man seemed to be peering right into his soul, reading his every secret.
"What is it?" the blonde asked softly, a deep sadness shadowing his eyes.
"What?" Noah whispered in an edgy croak.
"Who hurt you so deeply?"
Noah's entire body began to shake violently.
He knew! But how could he?
Noah pushed him back in horrified astonishment and in shame. He grappled to get his thoughts in order, find his footing.
"Sorry I…" The man stepped toward him.
It was then that all those feelings Noah was fighting against vanished when his eyes caught a slight glint of gold. He grabbed the man's left hand and stared down in horror at the band on his finger.
He slowly lifted his head and gave the man his angriest glare before slamming down the offensive hand as though it were the filthiest thing on earth.
"I can't believe it! God, I'm such an idiot!" he spat, hundreds of emotions threatening to drown him.
"No… wait!" The blonde shook his head and his eyes grew round with panic.
"GET OUT!" Noah started to physically push the man out of his bedroom.
The moment the blonde said his name he froze.
Noah glared at him in a stark mixture of trepidation and anger.
"Who are you? How do you know all this about me?"
"OUT!" Noah shoved him down the hallway.
"Wait!" the man kept repeating as they moved closer and closer to the front door. "It's not what you think!"
"Oh? So you're not married and you're not following me?"
There was a long pause. "Yes, I am but…"
"F*ck you! GET OUT!" He opened the door; pushed the man outside; and slammed it shut in the stranger's bewildered face.
A completely winded and tearful Noah stood there staring at the door.
Son of a *****!
Noah spun around and slumped against the door. Taking long, deep breaths, he tried to reason with himself; to somehow justify what he had just done.
It was good and right to kick him out because it was totally weird… wasn't it? The way this man was showing up… following him… spying on him.
"The way he makes me feel," Noah shook his head. "It's not right!"
He just wanted to forget about the guy and get back to concentrating on his future.
"That's the important thing now."
"Noah?" His grandmother called out from her bedroom.
"It's okay, Grams. Go back to sleep."
He knew he should go in to check on her. But he couldn't let her see how upset he was. She'd know something was up right away!
Noah's eyes fell onto the white envelope from the school resting on the hall table.
Sh*t! That was careless. What if Greg had found it? Damn!
He grabbed the envelope and carried it back to his room. Closing the door behind him, he sat down on the end of his bed.
The man's face once again invaded his thoughts. How his cheeks dimpled when he smiled.
He shook his head and opened the missive containing what he thought would be his latest set of grades. Noah was desperate for anything to lift his spirits and take his mind off what had just happened?
But instead of a report card, the envelope contained a letter from the school's academic dean.
"Dear Mr. Mayer,
Our accounting office informs me that despite their numerous attempts to collect, you have not paid your school for the past three months.
Unfortunately, you leave us no choice but to withhold your grades until we receive a personal check or credit card authorization for $2,150. Failure to bring this account current within the next five business days will result in denying your application for advancement."
Noah's hands dropped to his lap, the pages crumpling in his fingers.
He knew he was behind, but he thought they might overlook it long enough for him to finish the year, especially with such good grades up till now. But no such luck!
Where the hell was he going to get that kind of money?
He fell backward onto the bed and pressed a pillow over his face to muffle his frustrated scream.
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