Title: Right Here (1/1) Rating: NC - 17 Summary: Gapfiller for the April 2, 2009 episode. Characters: Luke, Noah, Holden Genre: Gapfiller, Drama Warnings: Spoilers for April 2, 2009 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.

A/N: SPOILER - If you've noticed from my other stories I have avoided the use of the word "baby" in regard to Luke or Noah because they've never referred to each other as such on the show, but since Luke broke that today, I have no qualms about using it any more.

"I love you," Luke whispered as they walked into the quiet house. Lily and Holden weren't home yet and the blonde was grateful for that.

Noah half smiled, tightening his hold on Luke's hand, "I love you too."

Luke gave their intertwined hands a squeeze, guided Noah up the stairs and into the guest bathroom that housed a bathtub big enough for two. Gently, he sat Noah down on the toilet seat and went about running the water, keeping one eye on his boyfriend. The blood on his lovers Java shirt still prominent and Luke made a mental note to throw it away along with the white long sleeved shirt he was wearing underneath.

Once the water had risen to a good level, Luke turned off the faucet and turned completely around facing Noah.

"Let's get you out of those clothes," He spoke softly, grasping the hem of both Noah's shirts and tugging them over his head before doing the same with his red sweater and grey t-shirt. Luke tried not to gasp when he saw that the blood had penetrated so far down that it had stained Noah's smooth chest.

Noah noticed where Luke's gaze felt and gasp, his whole body began shaking involuntarily.

"Oh baby," Luke whispered, taking Noah into his arms, "It's okay," He gently caressed his hand up and down Noah's back.

Noah let out a deep shuddering breath against Luke's neck and pulled back.

"Come on," Luke's hands reached for Noah's pants and carefully undid the fly, letting his pants pool on the floor around his ankles before doing the same with Noah's underwear. He quickly finished undressing himself and held out his hand.

Noah instantly took it and allowed himself to be guided into the tub, sitting between Luke's legs. His back to his lovers’ chest.

"Is this warm enough," Luke continued to speak softly, soothingly. He'd never seen Noah so freaked out...so scared before.

Noah slowly nodded his head, knowing his words wouldn't come out right. His head was whirling around, replaying the moment when he noticed blood coming from Damien. Only in his mind it wasn't Damien lying on the ground, it was Luke. His blood, his face, his voice.

Lovingly, Luke ran his hands up and down Noah's arms, "I love you so much. I'm right here, Noah. Right here. Right here," He repeated hoping that he was breaking through.

Opening his mouth, all that Noah could produce was a small whimper.

"Hey, it's alright. You don't need to talk. Remember? I talk enough for the both of us," Luke lowered his lips and briefly kissed Noah's shoulder. Grateful when he felt a small laugh vibrate through Noah's chest. He grabbed a washcloth from the towel rack next to the tub and immersed it into the bath water before lathering it with soap. Gently, he reached around and began to lightly rub Noah's chest, washing away all physical evidence of the day’s event.

"I love you," Noah whispered and then Luke felt it. Noah's body began to tremble again and he could tell that Noah's was crying silent tears.

Luke closed his eyes, biting back his own tears at seeing his boyfriend so upset, "Shh...baby," He gently rocked the brunette in his arms. Finally after several long minutes, he felt Noah relax again, "Let's get you out," He spoke soothingly, helping the taller boy to stand. He wrapped him in a towel much like a parent does to a child and helped him dry off, "I'll be right back," Luke promised, wrapping a towel around his own waist and quickly running to his room, grabbing some clothes.

Noah smiled slightly when Luke handed him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went about pulling his discarded underwear back on before changing into Luke's clothes. He inhaled the shirt deeply, allowing Luke's scent to surround him.

Luke quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt and guided Noah back down the hall to his room. Mentally reminding himself to clean up the guest bathroom later.

"Here, lay down," Luke ordered, pulling away the blanket on his bed. He watched Noah wearily climb underneath.

"You're not leaving are you?" Noah asked timidly.

Luke shook his head, "Just turning off the light," He smiled and flipped the switch before joining Noah in bed.

Once settled, they wrapped their arms and legs around each other, Noah holding onto Luke like he was his only life line. But he needed more. He needed to feel Luke, needed to know that he was there and Luke sensed Noah's mood too.

Turning onto his side, Luke reached out a hand to Noah's cheek, "If you need me..." He trailed off, and his hand drifted to the night table drawer, producing a condom and a bottle of lube. He lightly placed them in Noah's hand.

Noah nodded, "I do," He said almost inaudibly, grateful that Luke had brought it up. This wasn't about sex; it was about knowing that he hadn't lost the one person who meant the world to him. Knowing that it wasn't Luke's blood staining his Java t-shirt, knowing that this wasn't a dream. That this was reality. That Luke was safe, with him.

Without a second thought, Luke rolled onto his back, pulling Noah on top of him. Their mouths met in a long kiss that seemed to linger forever. Noah deepened the kiss in desperation and his hands found their way to the waist band of Luke's sweatpants. He tugged them down and Luke helped by lifting up his hips and kicking them off. Noah followed suit and soon both pants and shorts were lost somewhere in the pile of sheets and blankets pulled up around their bodies.

"I need you...need you so bad," Noah gasped against Luke's lips.

"Take me, I'm right here and I'm all yours," Luke whispered back.

Soon the unmistakable sound of the lubricant tube opening filled the room and Luke waited in anticipation as Noah coated his fingers, sliding both his index and middle fingers into the pliant body beneath him.

Luke moaned, arching his back and gasped when a third finger joined the other two unexpectedly.

"Luke," Noah breathed, sucking on the base of Luke's neck.

"Want you," Luke groaned as the fingers were suddenly gone, leaving him feeling empty. Looking up, he saw Noah staring at him, love and...fear mixed in his eyes, "Come here," He whispered firmly, picking up the condom and opening it. He rolled it onto Noah's cock and lubed him up, giving his cock a few good strokes. Enjoying the look of pleasure replacing that of fear.

Noah shook his head and pressed against Luke's entrance, "You're everything to me. Fucking everything," He thrust foreword, his eyes falling shut at being surrounded by his boyfriends tight heat. His thrusts were slow and deep as he clung to Luke, trying to fight off the emotional melt down that was about to take him over.

"Right here," Luke repeated, this was more then just the act of sex. Noah could do whatever he wanted and Luke wouldn't complain because this was about Noah. Giving Noah comfort, love, intimacy.

The brunette couldn't answer and instead buried his face in Luke's shoulder, thrusting harder and as deep as he could possibly go, but not once changing the slow rhythm he had created. Then it happened, his resolved shattered and he let out one pained gasp before quickening his pace. Before long he was slamming into Luke, his grasp on the blonde grew tighter as he pummeled into his body. It felt like every inch of him was exposed, everything he was feeling displayed for the world to see. Luke was his anchor. His rock.

Luke felt his body jarring against the mattress and just held onto Noah, knowing that his boyfriend needed this. He didn't care that Noah was thrusting so hard that the bed was squealing and the headboard was knocking into the wall. All that mattered was giving himself to Noah. Then he felt it. Noah tensed his body and stopped moving with him and then released with a shuddering cry. It didn't take long for Luke to follow and he spilled between their bodies with a deep moan.

Neither boy spoke for a while, Luke content to just hold Noah, even if it was uncomfortable to have Noah on top of him.

"If I ever lost you..." Noah broke the silence.

"You're not," Luke ran his fingers through Noah's hair, "Feel me. I'm right here," He laced his fingers with Noah's and brought them to his chest, over his heart, "You must be exhausted."

A faint nod was all he got in reply.

"Try and rest," He pushed at Noah and helped him roll onto his side. He grabbed some tissues from his night table and cleaned them up, before spooning up behind his boyfriend. It didn't take long for Noah's breathing to even out, signaling that he was asleep.

Cautiously, Luke slipped out of bed, making sure he didn't wake Noah. He didn't bother searching underneath the blankets for his discarded sweatpants, and went to his drawer pulling on a clean pair of underwear and sweats. As quietly as he could, he left the room and headed back to the guest bathroom to clean up.

"Dad?" Luke was shocked to see his father standing outside the guest bathroom door, holding Noah's bloody shirts.

"Is Noah okay?" Holden asked putting the shirts in Luke's outstretched hand.

Luke nodded, "I've just never seen him so freaked out before."

"I'm sure it was quite a shock for him," Holden agreed, "How are you holding up?"

"Okay, I guess. It'd be better if I didn't have a cop following me around," He said pointedly, "But after seeing Noah so upset, I think I can understand your reasoning better."

"I'm not doing this to punish you or try to smother you. Luke, you're my son. If anything happened to you..." Holden trailed.

"I know," Luke nodded, "Well, I should really get back to Noah."

Holden nodded too, "Luke?"

"Yeah dad?"

"I understand...but next time, keep it down when you're..."

Luke felt his cheeks tinge a bit, "Sorry, dad. Noah was just so-"

"No need to explain," Holden held up his hand.

"Thanks, dad," Luke nodded once again and padded back down the hall to his room. He disposed of Noah's soiled clothes before crawling back underneath the bed clothes and embracing Noah.

"Mmmm...was starting to worry you weren't coming back," Noah breathed, voice thick with sleep.

"I'll always come back to you," Luke whispered kissing the back of Noah's neck, holding him tightly. It wasn't soon before they both fell asleep, hoping to put the nightmare of the day behind them.