Title: White Gold (Noah's POV) Rating: R (Adult Content) Summary: Noah as a surprise/ Valentine's Day Story Characters: Noah and Luke Warnings: Adult Content 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.

It’s Valentine’s Day and you’re not breathing quite right. You try to catch your breath, try to calm yourself down but it seems pretty much impossible. You can feel your hands grow clammy and suddenly your tie seems too tight. You wonder why you’re wearing the damn thing anyway as you rip it off and toss it to the floor. It’s really a rather pointless piece of material, one you firmly believe was designed to hang yourself in situations such as this. You want to run away, which is something you’ve became very good at over the last year, but you don’t. You made a promise to yourself, a promise to the one person you love more than yourself and you were going to see it through. Even if it killed you - after all - you can’t seem to catch your breath.

You can feel your heart begin to beat frantically as you glance down at your watch. Your life, your world, your reason for breathing, is due to arrive at any moment. You try to swallow but find your mouth has gone dry. You get up and begin to pace - you can’t sit still any longer. This is a big day for you and you hope he understands that as well. You’re about to take the biggest step of your life. Actually its not a step at all, you’re taking a leap of faith - you’re risking it all.
It’s something you’ve never really done before and you’re surprised at how good it feels - yet its all so scary at the same time. But you’re glad you’re doing it now. Doing this will you give a chance, a real chance, to prove how deeply in love with him you are. The man that you are today, you owe it to this man. Because of this man you grew into your own.

By allowing yourself to accept who you are, you allowed yourself to journey down a path to self discovery and it was there that you found love. It isn’t always easy and at times it scares the hell out of you. Sometimes it scares you so much you want to turn and run in the other direction. But this man, Luke is his name, he wouldn’t let you. He never gave up on you, even when you wanted to give up on yourself. He was your rock, your shoulder when your whole world was falling apart. Yes you made mistakes over and over again. You pushed Luke away, you blamed him for the death of your father.... hell you married Ameera because you thought it would make your father happy - not just so she could stay in the country . Luke he stayed strong and he held in there and for that you will always be grateful. You don’t like to think about how things would be different if Luke hadn’t been patient, if he had not always been by your side waiting.
You run a shaky hand through your hair - Luke will be walking through that door at any moment. Your time to change your mind, to run away is slowly being taken away. But that’s okay with you because you’re not going anywhere. You are right where you want to be - in a hotel room you rented just for tonight. You couldn’t leave Valentine’s Day completely up to Luke not when your head had been filled with your own ideas. Your own surprises.

You rub your hands together. Luke was definitely going to be surprised and you can’t wait to see the look on his face.

You hear the door open and you lose your breath once again. You watch as the love of your life steps through the door. He’s wearing a tux and you notice that he is also missing the tie. You smile and he smiles back.

"Damn thing was choking me." You hear him say, the words dancing off of his tongue. You struggle to find control so you don’t crush him against you and take him now. You want to go slow this time. You want to give him the romance you hadn’t been able to give him your first time together.

"I know the feeling." You say as you take a step towards him. Your eyes don’t leave his hazel orbs. You love his eyes. Every time you look into them you drown. You could look at his face all day - the perfection of it. You adore his lips, they’re edible and full. You love the way his face looks when he’s serious. You love the way his face looks when he’s angry, the way his lips will draw into a tight line. You find it incredibly sexy. You love his face when he’s happy, the way his smile seems to brighten the room. He’s everything you want and everything you are going to have. Forever.

You raise a hand and dance your fingers along his jaw before you cup his face in your hands. You have so many things you want to say, so much that you need to say but you can’t find the words. You never can when it matters. But you don’t dwell on it because you know they’ll come. You bring his face closer to yours and rest your forehead against his. You can feel his breath against your skin and you nearly groan. Sometimes you forget how nice it feels to have Luke close. You press your lips lightly against his - just a quick meeting of lips before you pull away. You hear the purr in his throat and you grin. You really, really love when he makes that sound.

You grab a fist full of his hair and tug his head back - exposing the line of his neck. You trail open mouth kisses down his neck, sucking lightly here and there. The taste of him attacks your senses and you begin to find it hard to hold on to control.

"Noah," he sighs your name.

In response you take his mouth. You trace your tongue along the contours of his lips before easing your tongue inside Luke’s mouth. You feel the heat of his tongue as it collides with your’s and you shudder. You wonder how after all these years, after all this time together, how it is possible that each time you meet like this it feels like the first kiss. You can still remember that first kiss. You tried to play it off as a joke and in the process you managed to both hurt and confuse Luke. But in the end it all worked out. If it hadn’t you wouldn’t be standing here today, in a hotel room you rented for them. You were thankful for that.
You know it wasn’t easy getting to where you are today, to where you’s both are today. A lot of heartache, a lot of anger, resentment, bitterness... all of that got in the way of their being together. But they succumbed all of that and because of that you are standing here today.

You push the coat to Luke’s tux off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You feel Luke reach up and do the same with your’s. Your fingers shake as you undo the buttons of his shirt. Your hands slip, you curse, Luke chuckles. You feel him reach up and grab your hands, "Here," he says, "let me do it."

You let your hands drop down to your sides as you watch Luke undo his own shirt. You can’t believe how sexy you think it is. You bite down on your bottom lip to help you gain some control. Which you believe is pretty much impossible with Luke taking off his own shirt. Dammit, it shouldn’t be this sexy. But it was.

Luke opens his mouth, shuts it again and you mourn the loss of his unsaid words. But you quickly forget about that when his shirt falls to the floor, revealing a well toned upper body. Again you bite your lip and wonder how you ended up so lucky. Yes you’ve seen Luke’s body a hundred times before but each time is like the first. You really hope it stays like this for a long, long time.

You reach up and begin to undo your own shirt and soon its laying next to Luke’s. You stand there, both you and Luke, naked from the waist up. Your eyes roam his body and his yours. You decided he’s definitely perfection.

"You’re perfect," you hear Luke whisper. Your face heats up. No one has ever consider you perfect before.... at least not until Luke. You know you’re far from perfection but when Luke says it you can’t help but believe him.

You take Luke’s hands in yours and wind them around your neck. You then wrap your’s around his waist. You slowly begin to move, your pelvis pressed up against Luke’s. You can feel the heat of him against you and you growl. You move your hands to his hips and you press him closer against you. You can feel his erection against your thigh and it nearly drives you insane.

Luke’s hands trail up your back, nails digging into your skin. You know then that you’re driving him crazy. You’re driving both of you crazy.

Your dick tightens more in response to Luke’s nail digging. You always love it when he does that. Digs them into your skin rough but not too rough. Your breath is coming out in pants as you’s continue to move together, dance together.

You suddenly dip Luke back, exposing his neck once again. You slowly trail the tip of your tongue up his neck to the bottom of his earlobe. You hear Luke catch his breath and you bring him back up to that you’s are face to face. You stop moving and he does the same. You stand there with your body pressed tightly against his as your hands cup his ass. Luke’s nice, tight, firm ass.

You begin to devour Luke’s mouth. Your tongue prodding in and out in quick darts. You use your teeth, biting lightly every once in awhile. You feel rather than hear Luke’s moan against your lips before you drag him to the floor. You decide they would have time enough later for the bed.

Luke’s hands are all over you, your face, your back, your ass. You feel his hand cup your dick in his hand, you can feel him begin to lightly stroke you through your pants. You roll over onto your back, allowing Luke better access. He begins to take off your pants and you lift up your legs one at time so that he can completely remove them. You watch as Luke removes his own before coming back to lay beside you. You let your head fall back against the floor and your eyes close lightly as Luke’s hand slowly began to massage your shaft. His fingers play at the head of your dick, his thumb moving around the pre-cum that gathered.

You sigh his name. "Luke." It sounds like a song, you realize. The sound of his name was like a song being sung. It was one, you decide, that you will never get tired of hearing. Your skin is heating up rapidly - its nearly on fire. You feel Luke place himself above you, you feel his hands trail over your chest as his skillful mouth takes you inside. The wet silky heat of him is nearly enough to drive you over the edge. You grip a hand full of his hair.

"Oh .. Luke," you pant over and over again.

His skillful tongue does wonders for you and you soon find yourself nearing your climax. You’re not ready. "Luke, baby," you murmur tugging lightly on his hair.
Luke looks up at you with confusion on his face and then he understands. You knew he would.

He lays back, allowing you to take control over him once again. You trail open mouth kisses down his chest before grabbing Luke’s hips and turning him over onto his stomach. You reach for the bottle of lube and a condom that you have sitting on the night stand table as Luke adjusts himself onto all fours.
You know that position shouldn’t be romantic but for some reason it is and you don’t feel like questioning the reason as to why. You roll the condom on and are surprised to see that you’re hands are steady. You pop open the bottle of lube and squirt some onto your hand before you begin to lather in onto the condom.

You see Luke’s ass wiggle and smile. "Anxious?" you ask.

Luke moans in response.

You set the lube down next to you and you slowly push yourself inside of Luke. He’s tight, so tight that you almost weep at the beauty of it. No matter how many times they make love, no matter how many times they fuck, each time you go enter Luke you always find him tight.

You take it slow, inching in slowly inch by torturous inch until you are completely inside. You pull out slowly and push back inside. Each thrust you make is slow, patient. You know this won’t last for long and when you hear Luke’s moan of frustration you know the slowness has run its course - so you give Luke what he needs. What you both need.

Your thrusts become faster, harder. Sweat coats your skin. You feel your balls tighten with the need to release. "Come with me, baby." you moan over and over again until you finally lose your grip.

You collapse on top of Luke. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and you wonder if you’s will ever cool down. You don’t believe it is possible.

You roll off of Luke and pull him against you. Luke cradles his head on your shoulder. You kiss his forehead lovingly.

"I love you, Luke." You say.

"I love you too, Noah."

You turn your head to look into his eyes, "I know I haven’t always been the best boyfriend to you and I haven’t always been there when you need me... But Luke I promise that I’ll always be here for you now. No matter what."

You sit and pull Luke up with you. You take his face in your hands. "You’re my life, Luke Snyder and you have been since the moment I came to Oakdale."
You see Luke’s eyes mist over and you wipe away the tear that escapes from between his lashes. "Don’t cry baby." You kiss his cheeks. "I have something for you."

You get up from the floor and head towards the bag you left on the bed. You open it and rummage through it before pulling out a little box. You watch as Luke’s eyes grow wide.

"Noah," you hear him whisper.

Sitting back down in front of Luke, you place the box in his hands. You wait for him to open it. You watch as Luke opens it with shaking hands. You watch as he’s breath catches at the sight of the two white gold bands. "Noah," you hear him say again. He looks up at you, a million questions in his eyes.

You take the box from Luke and take a ring from the box. "Luke Snyder, I love you and I have since the first day I laid eyes on you. You’re my best friend and my lover at the same time." you pause, "I can’t picture what my life would be without you.... and I don’t think I would want to. You mean the world to me." You glance up at Luke, seeing the tears that slide silently down his face. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes," he answers you with a watery grin.

You placed the ring on Luke’s wedding finger and as you do so you realize you have finally come home. You pull Luke into your arms, "Happy Valentine’s Day, Luke."

"Happy Valentines Day, Noah."