Disclaimer: There is no owning here. *looks again* Nope, sadly, there is no owning here. Just a random little fic.

"You make me doubt."

Was that a good thing? Luke couldn't tell. Reid didn't seem to like the idea. In fact, it seemed to annoy him, get under his skin.

However, the idea that he could get under Reid's skin, and make him feel? That was definitely a good thing.

Possibly a great thing.

A glorious, wonderful thing.

Luke Snyder, poor little rich boy, without any real dreams or motivations, was more than just someone's friend. More than just someone's boyfriend. More than just someone's son, brother, family.

Luke Snyder, in fact, in the moment that Reid admitted his own self-doubt, knew himself better than he had in years.

Possibly better than he ever had.

In that moment, Luke was simply Luke.

He felt alive. Reid seemed to do that for him. With Noah, it had always been needing-but the needing, of course, had always come from him.

He'd gotten it right, hadn't he? When Noah had said-in a moment of hurt, that Luke knew he hadn't really meant so harshly-that he didn't need Luke, it had hurt.

Noah made him doubt. But, maybe, he hadn't made Noah doubt enough.

Maybe doubting meant caring. Maybe it meant questioning, and wanting more.

Maybe, simply, Noah and Luke hadn't been meant for more.

Luke realized this. In a moment. A simple, undeniably sexy moment with scruffy Reid.

And there was no more doubting. There was knowing. But there was also the realization that there would be more doubting. The good kind of doubting. The kind that self-help books sometimes suggested as a gateway to self-improvement. But he wouldn't doubt this, or himself.

Doubting, in a way, kept you honest, and self-aware.

Luke had always doubted himself. Doubted his place. Doubted what he wanted. Noah hadn't wanted more. Correction: Noah hadn't wanted more from him-but he'd wanted filmmaking.

Luke wanted someone who wanted more-with him.

He was, of course, many things. But in that moment, he became more.

He felt something.

A tingle.

Life, in the most horribly clichéd sense of the word, became brighter.

He really needed-no, wanted-to write something.

He wanted to do something.

Be something.

Someone.

And all it had taken was a simple moment, when someone who didn't need him, wanted him.

Because he couldn't help himself.

Luke had done that.

Luke could do more.

Luke would do more.

And he would start by making passionate love with the man he loved.

Yes, loved.

Because this was love-it made life bigger.

It made life better.

Hell, it made him better.

Luke chose. He chose to be better. Maybe it wouldn't last, but that was the great thing about being with someone who made you want, instead of someone who made you need-it gave you power.

Luke wanted, and with a soft smile, he took.

And in that simple, perfect moment he was Luke, Reid was Reid, and everything was perfect.

They wanted.

They took.

They loved.

Oh, this is my first Luke/Reid story. Review?