Long Pass Chronicles 01 - Outing the Quarterback (18 page)

He unlocked the door. A big man waited impatiently and pushed past Noah into the bathroom. He slammed and locked the door behind him. Noah turned down the hall and—
of course.
Face to face with Dwight. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Not subtle with your appearance tonight.” Noah smiled to soften the snark.

“I figured you’re a smart boy. You can pick up on a little hint that says I’m tired of waiting for your ass and there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

Noah screwed his mouth to the side. “Speaking environmentally, there actually aren’t plenty of fish, but your point is taken.”

“Smartass.” Dwight smiled. “I like that about you. But I don’t like being put off as if I’m some desperate suitor. There are lots of benefits that go with being my guy and most people recognize that.”

The bathroom door flew open, and the big guy who had hurried in now hurried out. Noah stepped back to keep from getting hit. He leaned against the wall, and Dwight moved in front of him.

Noah gazed at Dwight. The guy came up to his chin. Sure, he was a great artist, and in Noah’s world he had a lot of power.
Just say it
. “You know, if our situation was different, if you were a student or I was a teacher, I might’ve been anxious to be your guy.” Not if he’d met Will first, but he didn’t need to say that. “But the difference in power and position screws with my head. I’ve made it twenty-one years without a sugar daddy. All those benefits you mentioned kind of make me something I don’t want to be. So it doesn’t leave me much space to fall for you. I’m sorry for messing with you. It’s not a power trip. I just never quite felt right about it.” He inhaled, stared at his feet for a second, then back at Dwight. “So I guess it makes sense for me to wish Roy well and step aside.”

Dwight stared at him. “I got to give it to you, kid. You aren’t easy to buy.” He smiled real sharky. “Even when it might be in your best interests to do a little enjoyable selling. But I gotta respect a man of principle.” He laughed, and it sure as fuck didn’t sound respectful. “See you in class.” He walked away.

Noah would like to go in that bathroom and barf.
No way
. He did not want to have sex with Dwight Masterson, and that’s what it would take to be in his good graces.
Not gonna do it.
No.

Kiss the Milton good-bye
.

His stomach heaved.
No, dammit
. He’d always taken care of himself. He’d keep doing it. Besides, Masterson’s recommendation wasn’t the bottom line. Noah’s application would still be considered, even without Masterson’s stamp of approval. His work was great. He might get it anyway.

Crap, did Will Ashford have something to do with his decision to drop Masterson? He sighed. Probably.

Just think about Will. Think about fucking Will into the mattress.
That’ll make it all better.

W
ILL
STOOD
outside Noah’s ramshackle apartment. The lights in the front house glowed warm and welcoming, but Noah’s back shack was closed up tight. Late. Noah worked so damned hard.

Will wrapped his arms around himself. Not cold really, but nighttime by the beach got cool and foggy. He smiled. The rest of his body might be cool, but Mr. Cockamus was red-hot. His butt ached and his dick held position at half-staff. Jesus, he couldn’t wait. He reached down and tried to adjust things. What was his father’s joke about tight jeans being like an old hotel? No ballroom.

A scuffle on the concrete path made him look up. His heart and cock gave a leap. Noah, tall and lean, walked toward him, looking all angelic in the moonlight. Yeah, worried angel. A little crease played between Noah’s eyebrows.

Will stepped forward to meet him. Noah smiled, but he didn’t look quite as sex-crazed as Will felt. Will touched his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Glad you’re here.”

Okay, that made him smile.

Noah walked to his front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. A light came on. Will followed him in. Just like last time.
Pristine, baby
. He closed the door behind him.

Noah walked straight to the little refrigerator. “Want something to drink?”

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

Ice rattled. Noah brought two glasses of iced tea over to the little coffee table. Will still stood in the middle of the floor.

Noah nodded toward the couch. “Sit down. “

Will sat. “Is something wrong? Would you rather I wasn’t here?”

“Oh hell no.” He picked up his glass and took a sip, then stared into the dark liquid. “Dwight came to the restaurant with some new boyfriend.”

Will’s heart flipped. “Of all the juke joints in all the world—?” He grinned.

“Yeah.”

“So, he was flashing the new boy toy?”

“Yeah. By way of an ultimatum.”

Will swallowed. “So what did you do?”

Noah leaned back with his glass. “I told him it was better if he found somebody else.”

The relief was ridiculous. “He probably didn’t like that.”

“He said he respected it.”

“That’s something.”

“Yeah.”

“You seem sad.”

“I’m just letting go of the idea of the Milton. Shit, that would have been so nice.”

God, the mixed feelings made him light-headed. “Do you really think he’d nix giving you his recommendation because you won’t fuck him?”

“Yeah. That’s what I think.”

“The asshole.” Will’s heart beat in his ears and it said
what about me?
He sipped tea.

Noah read his thoughts. “I suspect if he finds out you’re going where he can’t, he’ll line up somebody else entirely to give his stamp of approval.”

Will felt his cock sink along with his heart. “I don’t think he knows about us.”

“True. He might be suspicious.”

“I doubt he knows I’m gay.” His throat felt tight.

“Probably not. I guess it’s better all around if we keep it that way. No use you giving up the scholarship too.”

He wanted to leap up and declare he didn’t need the fucking scholarship if Masterson was going to play sexual politics. He really wanted to. His mouth wouldn’t open. The scholarship could mean so much. He glanced up. Noah stared at him. Those blue eyes said he knew just what Will was thinking. Pussy times two. Make that three.

The words fell out. “If he gives it to me, maybe I can give it to you.”
Who said that?

Noah looked up over the rim of the glass. “Why would you do that?”

He cleared his throat.
Why would he do that?
“You’re a great artist and you deserve it.”

Noah didn’t say anything.

Will glanced up. Tears filled Noah’s eyes. Will banged his glass on the table and rushed over to sit beside him. “Oh God, don’t cry. I’m really a selfish loser bastard. I’d probably skip town or something before I really went through with it. Don’t cry.”

“You said I’m a great artist.” His voice broke.

“Well, that’s not news. Jeez.”

“Thank you. It’s one thing to say it yourself. But when someone who’s a great artist himself says it, it really means something.” He wiped a hand across his eyes.

That made sense. “It’s true.” Will kissed Noah’s silky brown hair. “I know what you’re saying. I generally figure I’m a hack and ought to just go into business.”

Noah sat up, grabbed Will’s head, and stared at him fiercely. “Don’t ever say that. You’re hugely talented and should never settle for what someone else wants for you.” He grinned. “Except maybe me.”

Will opened his mouth to laugh, and Noah yanked him forward and sealed his lips with a hard kiss. All tongue and teeth and demand. He pulled back. “I’m your top, baby, and don’t you forget it.”

“For a top, you sure do talk a lot.” He flashed his sassiest smile.

“Well, okay.”

Will had swapped his dressier party clothes for a sweatshirt, and Noah swapped that for skin, pulling the soft fabric straight up and over Will’s head. Before Will caught his breath, Noah leaned forward and captured his nipple between sharp teeth.

“Shit!”

Noah hung there like a pretty shark, teasing Will’s distended bud with his incisors and staring up at Will. Challenge. Yep, that was the message.

Will held up his hands. “I’ll be good.”

Noah exchanged the teeth for soft lips and sucked until Will’s whole chest tingled. His nipple wasn’t the only thing getting hard.

Noah the mind reader. Will felt the zipper in his jeans lower inch by inch.
Oh yeah.
He liked the draft, and he had a surprise for Noah.

The hot lips pulled off his nipple. “Oh, you naughty boy. Commando.”

“I figured it would save time.”

“I like the way you think.”

Noah unfastened the snap at the waist and let Will’s jeans gap open. Will looked down and saw the pale gold happy trail and bits of blond hair popping out of the space, but the denim still trapped Mr. Cockamus against Will’s thigh.
Come on!

Noah seemed in no fucking hurry. In fact, some kind of artistic study appeared to be in progress. He hummed and cocked his head as he traced Will’s obliques with his finger. “Have I mentioned how much I love this line right here?” He looked up and smiled. The innocence in his expression obviously disguised pure sadism. The man was a torturer! His finger ran back and forth over the prominent muscle, sending tingles into Will’s groin. “It’s so—what’s the artistic expression? Oh yeah. Hot!”

He laughed, reached under the denim, grabbed a handful of hard cock, pulled it out, and swallowed it.

Will fell back on the couch. “Holy shit! Warnings. When will you learn warnings?”

A muffled giggle sounded from somewhere around his hips. Oh man, could that guy suck. Will’s hips popped like bread in a toaster. “Unh, unh, unh. Love it. Love it. So good.”

Hot tongue ran over his cockhead; then Noah’s lips sucked up and down his shaft. And then—heaven. Suddenly, Will’s cock disappeared off the planet. Gone, down a celestial throat that swallowed his meat again and again, the muscles working like the most intense massage imaginable.
Holy crap. Too good
. He grabbed Noah’s ponytail. “Stop or I’ll come.”

He didn’t stop. Another swallow. Incredible. One more. The end. “Ohhhh.” A flash of fire burst out of his cock and shot up to his head, blinding him. Every sense heightened and the sound of Noah swallowing his spunk sent Will into some outer space of ecstasy where colors danced in front of his eyes and his cells filled with champagne. Never in his life had anything come close to Noah.

Noodle. He’d never move again.

Noah dragged Will’s jeans off, pushed one of his legs up, and inserted a well-lubed finger into his butthole.
Sigh. Feels nice.

Two fingers and more lube, then the hand vanished.

Both legs flew over Will’s head, and a lovely cock inserted into his ass.
Yes, so nice
.

Noah laughed as he leaned forward, pressing deep into Will’s unresisting hole. “I thought a good orgasm would relax you. I had no idea.”

“Mmmmm. Feels good.” He sighed again. “Make yourself at home.”

Noah laughed again, but those chuckles turned to gasps real fast. He started hammering into Will’s hole, hitting prostate pay dirt on each stroke. Oh man, that felt so much better than nice.

Unbelievably, the noodle began to rise. Quarter-mast, half-staff. It was good to be twenty. Joy bubbled up his throat and he laughed. He grabbed his own legs and thrust his hips up to meet Noah’s descending drives. “Yeah, do it.”

Grunts, moans, gasps. Oh God, how could he come again? His balls pretended they’d never been milked. Bubble and boil.

Noah moaned so loud it could pass as a scream. “Oh shit, you’re so great. Gonna come, baby. Oh God, yes!” His hips froze in midthrust.

Will grabbed his own cock and cranked it hard. Three times and a bolt of juice shot out onto his own chin. It almost hurt to have his balls so drained, but hurt good.
Oh yeah. So good
.

Noah flopped onto Will’s belly, and Will let his legs fall on either side of Noah’s slim hips. “Holy God, that was amazing.”

“Ummm-hmmmm.” Deadweight. Will loved it. Noah’s long hair had come loose from its tail in the foray. Will fingered a lock of it and drew it up to his nose. Sweet. Like lavender or something. Sweet Noah. He could give up a lot for this man. Yeah, a lot.

H
E
’
D
STAYED
out all night. That didn’t happen much and never without a report in to his father. A first.

Light seeped in around the shutters in Noah’s combo living and bedroom. Well, combo everything. Will looked down at that beautiful hair spread out across his chest. Noah lay on his stomach beside Will, breathing softly. Not even a snore. They’d moved to the bed, which only had marginally more room than the couch, but Will had still managed to fall asleep when he hadn’t quite intended to. He smiled. Of course, the chances of moving his body after two brain-wrecking Big Os were zero. Still, he should have called. Made up something.

He untucked his right arm from under Noah’s shoulder and looked at his watch. Seven thirty. Late. He glanced across the room. His jeans lay in a heap beside the couch. That would be the jeans with his phone in the pocket.