Characters: Luke/Reid, Damian
Summary: Damian tries to cheer Luke up in Dallas by introducing him to Dr. Reid Oliver. Slight AU.
Disclaimer: All belongs to As the World Turns, not me.
Author's notes: Promtped by the lovely readers’ requests for a continuation of my comment fic, found here and here for last week’s Fun Fic Friday. Hope you all like it!
Reid sipped his whiskey drink, very aware of a pair of eyes on him, the eyes that had been fixated on him for the past half hour. Reid was exhausted—it’d been a chaotic, messy day at the clinic—and he wasn’t in the mood to lash out at the blue-eyed man. So he simply ignored the staring and continued drinking.
But when the bartender set a fresh drink in front of Reid, Reid finally put his glass down at looked over at the stranger. The very handsome stranger. Reid hadn’t really noticed until now. Maybe this day won’t be a total loss, Reid thought, nodding over at the man. Blue Eyes stood from his seat and sauntered over to Reid, sitting next to him on a barstool.
“The drink is tasty,” Reid said.
“Glad you’re enjoying it, uh . . .?” Blue Eyes asked in a thick accent, the sound immediately sparking interest in Reid’s groin.
“Dr. Reid Oliver.”
“Damian Grimaldi.” He extended his right hand.
Reid shook it, looking carefully at Damian’s rich-guy attire. “You’re not from Texas.”
“No,” Damian laughed, smoothing his blond hair. “Malta. I’m just visiting Dallas.”
“For business or pleasure?”
Damian smiled. “A little bit of both . . . I hope.”
Though Reid liked the guy’s direct approach, there was something about him that seemed off. Reid’s eyes darted around, unmistakably noticing the many female pairs of eyes focused on Damian. He looked back at Damian, wondering if Damian was simply being friendly or if he wanted something more (the “something” that Reid was thinking of). Reid cleared his throat. “You know I’m gay, right?”
Damian smiled. “Since you haven’t stared at any of the beautiful women in this room tonight, yes, I’d say you are.” He smiled wider. “I’m staying in the hotel next door and I—”
Reid stood. “Let’s go.”
In the elevator, Reid stared at Damian, anticipating his next move, but Damian remained silent as he texted. This was fine with Reid as he preferred the silent types; he really hated small talk.
Damian led the way and opened the door to a luxurious suite. He removed his coat and scarf while looking at Reid. Reid knew the drill so he removed his jacket and was about to begin unbuttoning his shirt when he heard a new voice:
“Damian, what’s the surprise?”
Reid looked confusedly at the young man who’d just walked in from the bedroom.
Damian approached the man and kissed him on the forehead before pointing to Reid. “This is your surprise, Luciano. This is Dr. Reid Oliver. Doctor, this is my son.”
Reid was taken aback. He’d never had a threesome before, but he was curious and horny and trying not to be repulsed by the idea of a father-and-son tag team. But both men were attractive as hell and Reid wanted to have some fun after the disastrous day. “All right, whatever floats your boat.” He stared at them, waiting.
Luciano looked horrified. “Damian, I don’t need a doctor! There’s nothing wrong with me!”
“No, no, Luciano, you misunderstand. He’s not here to examine you,” Damian quickly said, rubbing his son’s back.
Reid smiled at Luciano. “I’m only here to fuck.”
“What?” Luciano exclaimed.
Damian laughed nervously and motioned for Reid to be quiet. He looked at Luciano. “Luciano, Luke, I know you’re still hurting over Noah but you need to move on. And this nice doctor here might be just what you need.”
“Hold the phone,” Reid said, looking at Damian and pointing to Luke. “I’m only here for him?” Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Reid thought.
“My son is gay and you’re gay so—”
“—so you want us to have a gay old time together,” Reid interrupted with a smirk.
Luke covered his face. “Dad, I can’t believe you did this.”
“Hey, he’s pretty cool to pick up someone for you; he’s a great wingman,” Reid said. He looked at Damian. “So, what, were you going to pay me to sleep with him? Because I’m a doctor; I don’t need your money.” He turned to Luke and winked. “I could pay you, though.”
Luke glared at Reid.
“I thought you’d want to meet someone else like you, Luke.” Damian’s cell phone suddenly rang. “Why don’t the two of you talk while I answer this?” Before anyone could protest, Damian slapped Luke’s back and left the suite.
Reid raised his palms in the air. “I’m keeping my hands to myself, Luciano, but how about a drink?”
“I don’t drink.”
“You don’t fuck and you don’t drink—are you sure you’re gay?”
Luke rolled his eyes. “You can leave.”
Reid sat on the couch. “I’ve got nowhere to be. Besides, I came all the way up here and this is the most interesting night I’ve had in a long time; do you mind if I just rest here a bit?” He leaned back into the soft cushions.
Luke scratched the back of his ear. “Um, I could fix you a drink if you still want it.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s not your fault that you’re up here to begin with. It’s the least I can do.”
Reid nodded, and Luke walked out of the living area.
He returned minutes later and handed Reid a scotch. He sat on the far end of the couch. “Um, I’m sorry about my dad. He just doesn’t get it.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because he lured you here for me and—”
“—and he was just looking out for you,” Reid said, sipping his scotch. “No harm done.”
“He thinks all gay people are automatically attracted to each other; he doesn’t get that we’re just like everyone else,” Luke said sadly. “You can’t force us on one another.”
“I wouldn’t mind being forced on you,” Reid said softly. And he really wouldn’t.
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Luke blushed. He remained quiet for a few seconds before smiling at Reid. He extended his right hand. “Can we start over? I’m Luke Snyder.”
Reid smiled back and shook Luke’s hand. “Dr. Reid Oliver.” He sat up and faced Luke. “So, do you want to talk about that Noah guy?”
“How much time do you have?”
“Like I said, I’ve got nothing to do so . . . all night?”
Luke nodded and settled comfortably on the couch.
“And hey, Luke, your dad?”
Luke looked at Reid.
“He’s not so bad. He loves you and he seems to only want you to be happy.”
Luke nodded firmly. “I guess he’s all right.” He grinned at Reid. “And if all goes well tonight, maybe I’ll thank him later for all this.”
Reid winked at him. “I hope I can too.”
Luke laughed. “I’m not talking about that.”
“I am,” Reid answered. When Luke looked questioningly at Reid, Reid laughed. “I’m joking . . . for now.”
An amused Luke shook his head and scooted closer to Reid on the couch.
“Can I ask you something first?”
Reid nodded and leaned forward, taking a sip of his drink.
“Did you really want to sleep with my dad?” Luke asked with a grin.
Reid choked on the scotch. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Um, yeah. He’s a handsome guy. And I know he’s straight but if he’d given me the time, that would’ve changed, at least for a few minutes . . . or hours.”
Luke’s cheeks slowly reddened. “Did you want to sleep with both of us?”
“I didn’t say no, did I?” Reid said huskily.
Luke swallowed nervously. “Have you ever?”
“A father and son? No.”
“I meant a threesome.”
Reid shook his head. “You?”
Luke laughed and shook his head quickly. “No.”
“What’s the matter, that Noah guy not into it?”
Luke sighed and looked away. “There were a lot of things Noah didn’t want to do, especially with me.”
Reid couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting to do things with Luke. The guy was attractive, young, and hot with a killer smile. Reid would—as he’d heard his nurses say—“hit that” in an instant if given the chance. “Like what?”
Luke sat back, playing with the back of his ear as he spoke. “Like let me help him, for one.” He sighed heavily before continuing. “He was in an accident a few months ago that left him blind and instead of letting me help him during such a difficult time, he pushed me away, said he didn’t want to be dependent on me. It’s like he felt I was smothering him but I wasn’t; I only wanted to be there for him in case he needed something, in case he needed me.”
“So he broke up with you, what, because you loved him too much?” Reid asked confusingly. He certainly was no expert on relationships, but he knew something was off about this particular one.
“We, uh, both ended it. I asked him to let me be with him or I’d leave for good, and he—he let me go,” Luke said. “I don’t know. I—I guess I can be too much for him sometimes; maybe that’s why he’s broken up with me all those other times.”
Reid’s brows shot up. “Times, as in plural?”
Luke shifted on the couch. “Noah, he’s had a tough life, okay? His mother died when he was little and his father, who was the one that killed his mother, treated Noah like a soldier instead of a son and life hasn’t been easy for him, not when I forced him to come out or when his father ended up in prison because of his involvement with me. I certainly haven’t made things any better for Noah so, yeah, I guess I can understand why he doesn’t want me around. There was that time that I tried to get elected student president so Noah, who’s a filmmaker—”
“He will be.”
“Oh. Go on.”
“—so Noah could showcase his films, but, um, it didn’t look like I was going to win so I cheated and then Noah had to turn me in, and I got kicked out and hell, I deserved it, I always do, so we broke up then,” Luke said. He rubbed his face. “I’m always messing up things for him and for us, but I don’t mean to, Reid, honest.” He stared at Reid with his large eyes, pleading with Reid to believe him.
Reid wasn’t sure what to believe yet.
Luke ran his hands through his hair, which became even messier than it was before. Not a bad look, Reid thought, just messy. “But I’m the one who kissed my grandfather and I’m the one who told Damian about Noah’s slimy advisor, which resulted in Damian getting the guy fired and that’s why Noah had to set up the fireworks display for his film on his own. Then I showed up and we argued and the fireworks exploded and Noah fell and became blind.” Luke sighed again. “But I made it up to him—somewhat, anyway—by getting a doctor from Chicago to operate on him, and just last week, Noah could see, not everything yet but a lot more than he could weeks ago.”
“And he still doesn’t want to be with you?”
Luke shook his head sadly. “I thought he’d want to now that he’s better but . . .”
Reid exhaled. This had been way more than he’d expected. He’d had a long day, but suddenly, it’d gotten even longer.
Luke looked at Reid. “Well? Are you going to say something?”
Reid drank the last of his scotch. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Luke. “You’re an idiot.”
“What?” Luke’s tone immediately became defensive.
“You guys are both idiots.” Luke opened his mouth to protest but Reid continued speaking. “This relationship sounds way too dysfunctional, even by melodrama standards. Has it ever occurred to the two of you to just end things for good? You’re obviously not suited for each other.”
Luke sat up. “How can you say that? You don’t even know us,” he said loudly.
“Ah, did I hit a nerve?”
“I just don’t think you should be talking about a relationship that you know nothing about.”
“But I do know enough from what you’ve told me. Noah keeps dumping on you, you let him and then after you get your heart broken, for some unfathomable reason, you keep going back to him. That’s not healthy or normal or sane. Maybe it’s best that he let you walk away so you can get your own life. Seriously, when do you have the time to follow him around 24/7 like his dog; don’t you work?”
“You have no right—”
“—but I do, though. You’re the one who opened up and laid it all on the table; that, to me, is an invitation for opinions and criticism, which I’m more than happy to give.”
“I can tell,” Luke muttered.
“Hey, I’m just calling it like it is. Noah sounds like a jerk, and you’re the idiot who lets himself be pushed and pulled by him,” Reid continued.
Luke stood up and pointed to the door. “I think you should leave.”
Reid put the glass down on the glass table beside the sofa. “Big shock,” Reid said in mock surprise. “You didn’t hear what you wanted so now you’re kicking me out. If you were looking for someone to hold your hand and pat your head, you picked the wrong guy, Luke, but I’m sure I can get Daddy back in here to cradle you and kiss all your worries away.”
“Okay, get out now!” Luke almost shouted, walking forward as Reid walked backward.
“I’m leaving!” Reid said just as loudly as he opened the door of the suite. “What a waste of a night.”
“You are the rudest jerk I have ever met. I can’t believe what my dad saw in you,” Luke said, glaring at Reid.
“What you’re never going to see,” Reid said with a smirk.
Luke rolled his eyes. “I’ll be sure to tell my dad that he has the worst taste in men.”
“Like father, like son,” Reid said as he slammed the door behind him.
Reid fixed the collar of his jacket as he stomped through the hotel lobby.
“Reid! Dr. Oliver!”
Reid saw Damian walking toward him; he immediately walked faster to the exit.
“Dr. Oliver!” Damian shouted as he grabbed Reid’s arm. “Where are you going?”
“Nice try, but that”—Reid pointed above his head—“is not going to happen. I’m outta here.”
“Wait, what can I do to make you stay?”
Reid looked Damian up and down. “You still straight?”
Damian laughed. “Yes.”
Reid pushed Damian’s hand off his arm. “Have a nice life,” he said before walking out of the hotel.
Reid’s keys and jacket fell onto the floor as Reid slammed the door behind him upon arriving at his apartment. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a cold bottle of beer, gulping half of its contents in one swallow. He slumped on the couch in the small living room and drank the rest of his beer in the dark.
Bonehead,” he muttered as he slapped his forehead with his palm.
He hadn’t meant to be his usual self with Luke, he really hadn’t. He’d liked the guy enough, especially the smile (man, that smile), but when he’d opened his mouth and droned on and on about his ex, Reid couldn’t resist telling Luke how pathetic Luke and Noah’s notion of love sounded. That was one of the reasons Reid avoided relationships; he’d hate himself if he ever acted like Luke had tonight, moping and practically crying about a guy who clearly wasn’t worth it. Reid was better than that. Maybe Luke is too, he silently added.
Anyway, Reid didn’t have time for love. His patients at the clinic were everything to him. Saving lives was everything to him. And it wasn’t always easy—as that particular day had proved—but Reid did it because helping people was important, a lot more than dealing with silly lovers’ quarrels. So, yes, Luke talking about his sad puppy-love relationship wasn’t something Reid had enjoyed and certainly not something he ever looked forward to experiencing again.
Of course, Luke was attractive and sexy and Reid wouldn’t mind seeing that again, but when he remembered how bratty Luke had acted as he kicked Reid out of the suite, Reid shook his head. Nope, Reid thought, lying back on the cushions, I’m better off forgetting about Richie Rich and I hope I never see him again.
That was easier said than done because Luke was all Reid thought about the rest of the night as he showered and jerked off—first fantasizing about Luke and Damian before it was Luke and only Luke—and tossed and turned in bed. The next day, Luke’s image and voice interrupted so many of Reid’s thoughts that he finally left work earlier than usual and headed to his favorite restaurant for dinner. Food was always a great distraction, and tonight, that’s what he desperately needed.
“I’ve been waiting thirty minutes! How can you say you don’t have any tables when I can see three empty ones from where I’m standing?”
“Yes, they are free, Mister but—”
“Dr. Oliver,” the hostess corrected herself. “But those tables are for two or more people, and since it’s packed tonight, we need to accommodate as many people to a table as we can. You’re requesting a table for one and we don’t have any of those tables at the moment.”
“Reid Oliver, what a surprise.”
Reid sighed. He knew that voice. He turned around and found himself face to face with Big Grimaldi and Little Grimaldi. He tried not to look at Luke. “As if this night couldn’t get any worse—what are you two doing, stalking me?”
Luke snorted, and Reid had to look at Luke. “Really, you actually believe someone would stalk you?”
“Luciano,” Damian warned before smiling at Reid. “We’re here to simply experience one of the finest eating establishments in Dallas, Dr. Oliver.” He looked over Reid’s head and smiled at the hostess. “A table for two, please.”
“Right this way, sir,” the hostess said, motioning for Luke and Damian to follow one of the waitresses.
“What? Why do they get a table? I was here first!” Reid exclaimed angrily.
“Because they only have tables for people, plural,” Luke said with a grin, “and no tables for a sad, lonely man, singular.”
Reid glared at him. Hot or not, Luke was getting on his nerves—and exciting him, too. No one talked to Reid like that. Reid minded but he didn’t hate it.
“Would you like to join us, Dr. Oliver? I’m sure they could squeeze in another chair,” Damian said.
“Damian!” Luke protested.
“I’d rather eat in the bathroom stall,” Reid answered.
“Suit yourself,” Damian said as he led Luke away.
“Bye, Doctor,” Luke said with a wink.
Reid glared as they walked off (and forced himself not to glance at Luke’s ass, which he did) and continued glaring at them from where he stood. Ten minutes later, after Reid’s eyes became exhausted from glaring so much, Reid decided to leave—he had more than enough food at home—but was stopped by Damian.
“The offer still stands.”
“Why would I sit with you?” Reid demanded.
“From the way you’ve been staring at our table—”
“—glaring, I’ve been glaring,” Reid interrupted.
“—I’m think you might not be so opposed to sitting with a certain someone,” Damian finished, lifting his eyebrows.
Reid laughed dryly. “Do you do this often, play pimp for your son?”
“Never. And I’d drop it but my son’s been glancing over here non-stop since we sat down so I’m also thinking he really wouldn’t mind you joining us.”
Reid shook his head.
“The meal’s on me, will that help?” Damian asked.
Reid was hungry, and he couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind staring at Luke some more. He grinned widely at Damian. “Lead the way, Big Daddy.”
“Damian, what’s he doing here?” Luke asked, immediately standing upon noticing Reid approach their table.
Damian instructed Reid to sit opposite Luke. “Dr. Oliver has consented to be our dinner companion.”
Reid smiled sweetly at Luke.
Luke threw his napkin on the table. “I’m outta here.”
“Luciano, sit,” Damian said, not too loudly but very firmly.
Luke sat and sulked, his pout being mysteriously attractive to Reid.
“So how’s work, Dr. Oliver? Cut open many brains today?” Damian asked.
“How’d you know I was a neurosurgeon?” Reid asked.
“I have sources.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Reid opened his menu. “And work is hard and tough but I can handle it so it’s just fine.”
“And very busy, right?” Luke asked. “With your year-long waiting periods and all.”
Reid looked up at Luke. “How do you know about that?”
Luke ignored Reid and looked sideways at Damian. “I contacted Reid’s office to make an appointment for Noah a few months back, but his staff told me we had to get in line for about twelve months.”
“I’m a very busy man, Luke,” Reid said.
“Good thing we found Dr. Channing to perform Noah’s surgery or he’d still be blind,” Luke said.
“Channing? That’s who you got?” Reid said, closing his menu and staring at Luke.
“What’s wrong with Dr. Channing?”
“He’s not me,” Reid said.
“Right, we wanted you but you were busy,” Luke said.
“I’m the best,” Reid said, sipping from his water glass and smiling at Luke.
“So, you wouldn’t recommend Dr. Channing, then?” Damian asked.
“I’d recommend him to re-enroll in medical school. Other than that, no,” Reid replied.
“He gave Noah his sight back,” Luke stated bluntly.
“Not his full sight, isn’t that what you told me last night? Noah can’t see everything yet,” Reid said.
“Not yet, but he will,” Luke answered back.
“You better hope so.”
“Luke, maybe Dr. Channing isn’t the best candidate for the neurology wing,” Damian said quietly.
“I think he is,” Luke argued.
“What neurology wing?” Reid asked.
“Luke is planning to fund a neurology wing for the hospital back in our town of Oakdale,” Damian explained.
“You?” Reid looked incredulously at Luke. “With what, Daddy’s money?”
“Actually, yes,” Damian answered. “Luke inherited a good amount of money from my family, which he’s putting to good use through his foundation.”
“His what?” Okay, Reid was intrigued.
“I have a foundation that helps fund charities, local clinics, youth groups and now, a brand-new, state-of-the-art facility for brain surgery,” Luke said.
Reid was impressed, but he wasn’t about to let Luke know it. “Ah, Richie Rich, helping the masses of poor people of whom you know nothing about with your kindness and generosity—I applaud you for that.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Luke asked.
“At least Luciano is trying to do good things with all that money. If he was just another rich kid, he’d be spending it on expensive sports cars and trips around the world,” Damian said, slightly angry. “He may not perform brain surgery, but he’s still helping and saving lives in his own way.”
“I care about other people besides myself and Noah, you know,” Luke said, narrowing his eyes at Reid. “And this neurology wing might’ve been influenced by Noah and what he went through, but it’s not about him. It’s to help everyone who needs excellent medical care that’s both affordable and accessible.”
Reid said nothing. He had nothing.
“I’m sure you know what I mean,” Luke said, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on Reid.
Reid looked questioningly at him.
“You care about other people, too, as hard as that may be to believe. But you do or else you wouldn’t have a very long waiting list, right?”
Reid stared back. Seconds of silence passed before Damian’s phone rang. Damian looked at the number and stood. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I have to take this. Please order if I’m not back.” He walked off.
“They’re just part of my job,” Reid finally said quietly.
“But they’re not just that, are they?” Luke challenged.
Reid almost stood and left. He didn’t like being scrutinized or analyzed, especially not by a guy a decade (or more?) younger than he. But he couldn’t stop staring at Luke’s eyes, the way they’d recently softened in the last few seconds and expressing the same look that Luke had the previous night when he’d laughed and joked with Reid. “They’re part of my life,” Reid whispered.
“I can tell,” Luke said softly.
Reid cleared his throat. “Listen, Luke, about last night—”
“Oh, wow, are you going to actually apologize?” Luke asked with a smile. That smile.
“No, I was merely going to say that I’m not usually like that.”
Reid laughed. “Oh, no, I’m always an asshole.”
Luke laughed as well.
“I, um, I just didn’t want to be one toward you,” Reid admitted.
Luke nodded slowly. “That’s nice of you to say.”
“I’m no one to judge your relationship or anyone else’s. I’ve never been in a relationship myself so you can forget what I said. It’s your business, your life, and your heart.”
“Well, I’ll admit that there was some truth to what you said, even if it hurt to hear it,” Luke said.
Reid was curious. “Which part?”
“The part about me and Noah not being right for each other. I’m slowly realizing that and I’ll have to accept it.”
“I’m glad I learned that you have a life instead of just a love life,” Reid said.
“You didn’t stick around long enough for me to tell you about it," Luke said.
“Hey, you kicked me out.”
“For being an asshole.”
Both men laughed as the waiter approached with a pad in hand. “Good evening. Are you ready to order?”
“Want to share an appetizer?” Reid asked. It was a start.
Luke smiled. “Sure.”
To be continued . . . Part 4