Noah (10 page)

Wonderful.

"Give me some of that." I jerked my chin at his joint.

He scooted closer to hand it over, and I was soon back in the blissful land of No Fucks To Give.

It was nice.

It allowed me to enjoy shit.

"Do you like this?" I asked, gesturing to the video. Two guys were completely wrapped up in each other, all hands and mouths. It wasn't hard-core at all, but it hit me more.
All hands
. All that touching and grabbing.

"Yeah," Julian rasped.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as he sat back. His hands covered his groin, and he was close enough to me now that I could smell his aftershave. And weed. We reeked of weed, and it was seductive.

Fuck
.

After finishing the joint and my drink, I had a perfect buzz going on. I was relaxed, there were no worries, and I even got going on the gay porn. Without troubles clouding my vision, I could feel the charge in the room.

"You wanna fuck Nicky?" I lolled my head against the back of the couch and looked at him. "I reckon he's a sure thing."

Julian shrugged and rested his head on my shoulder. "I don't know. It's been a while, and I would feel like I'm using him."

That made me chuckle. "Eh. As long you're both on the same terms."

He hummed. "I think he's mad at you."

I swallowed dryly, admittedly turned on by the video now. "What the fuck for?" I became harder, and I brushed my thumb absently up and down the underside as my cock grew.

There was a hitch in Julian's breath. "Because…because he expected more work."

I shrugged with the shoulder he wasn't using as a pillow. "My first PA gig, I didn't even see my employer. All I did was guard his parking spot."

We forgot about talking as one of the men lubed up his cock and positioned himself to fuck the other. He kneeled behind the bottom, and the camera zoomed in. Perfect angle, perfect view. The top pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

Julian shuddered next to me, and I stopped using my brain completely. On instinct, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, lingering. We used the same shampoo and body wash, so he smelled like me.

"Turn off the music," I murmured. "I wanna hear them."

Julian cursed and quickly reached for the remote. His fingers trembled, but he managed to lower the volume some more. Whatever rock music he'd been playing faded into the background, and the sound of skin slapping and two men groaning took over.

When Julian got settled again, he was closer than before, and he faced me head on with enough lust in his eyes to send a shiver down my spine.

"I think I know why you don't want to be close to me anymore."

Fucking hell.

I stared blankly, unable to bring forth any of the panic that rattled in the back of my head. What he said was packed with irony, though, because
close
? We were only a few inches away from each other now.

"That’s what I wanted to tell you." He went on. "I heard you one night… Please don’t get mad."

I clenched my jaw. "Don't read too much into that." Given how vivid those dreams were, I wasn't exactly stunned to learn I'd sleep talked. But I did wish he didn't know.

"I'm not," he was quick to say. "I know you don't want it…like that—or me, in reality…but…"

In reality? My hard-on for him seemed too fucking real to me.

"But what?" I gripped his chin when he tried to look away. "Wrong time to be shy, Julian." Leaning in a bit, I grazed my nose along his jaw. "Speak up."

He shuddered through a breath. "I want to take advantage."

I groaned quietly and gave his skin a sharp nip. "You little fucker. You set this up." Not needing his answer, I grabbed his jaw and kissed him.

No going back now.

Chapter 10

It was a rush, how he melted into me as I took control. I kissed him slowly a few times, testing for my own sake. His lips were soft and tasted of cherries from his drink and weed.

With a swipe of my tongue, I parted his lips, and it woke him up. He kissed me back hard, after which I pushed him down to lie on his back. I followed and covered his body with mine. The relief, the one I'd said I ached for, was fucking everywhere. Like tiny explosions inside me, they fueled me to push harder and want even more.

"My bed," I growled. "Now."

I hauled him up and nudged him toward the hallway. He panted and glanced over his shoulder, and then he turned, and I was there to press him up against the nearest wall.

"Harder," he demanded. "I fucking need it, Noah."

No more than I did. "Lose the shirt." I pressed my cock against his lower abs and deepened the kiss. It was intoxicating, and for thinking this was brief—something to get out of my system—I grabbed at him as if I wanted to mark him indelibly.

As he got rid of his T-shirt, I moved us farther down the hall toward my room. I bit into his neck then licked the spot. In response, he bucked into me, groaned, and palmed my crotch.

"Holy fuck," he breathed out. "I-I want you in my mouth."

A rush of possessiveness bolted through me, and I lifted my head from his neck. I could barely see past the haze of lust. He stroked me outside my sweats and licked his bottom lip.

I cupped his jaw and forced my thumb between his lips.

My cock would be the first one he'd suck.

Fuck, yeah.

I liked that more than I should.

Withdrawing my thumb, I slid in three fingers instead and pushed down his bottoms. "Suck my fingers as hard as you can." I looked down between us, seeing his stiff cock. "Take more." My mouth went dry as pre-come pulsed out of him. "More, Julian."

He moaned and closed his eyes, and I rewarded him by squeezing his tight sac gently in my hand. I was glad he didn't shave. He wasn't smooth everywhere. He was a man. Though, I appreciated the softness about him, too. His chest was mostly free from hair.

"I'll have you spread out for me," I told him.

He nodded rapidly, and I removed my fingers. Then I turned him toward my room and slapped his ass.

"Go—now. I want you on your back in the middle of the bed."

I followed him, getting rid of my sweats as I went, and reached my bed at the same time as he got settled. Completely naked, he looked more vulnerable, but to me, it was the perfect fucking sight. So much to touch and hold.

"You have no idea how much I need this." I crawled over him, pausing to flick his nipple ring with my tongue.

He hissed and tried to pull me down on him. "For not being gay, you're kind of awesome at it."

"Kind of?" I lifted a brow.

"Out of this world," he amended, brushing a finger over my beard. "Can I just ask if it's me you want—even for the moment—or simply sex?"

"You." That was an easy one. The easiest question he could ask, actually. It was him. It was fucking comforting, sexy, freeing—it was like I could breathe again. I didn't understand it. I only knew I'd needed this for weeks now, and it had to be him. "I gotta feel you."

Make sure you're real.

I dipped down and coaxed him into a slow, drugging kiss.

"Everywhere," he mumbled.

His fingers raked over my back, and we both moaned when I lowered myself to him. I covered him completely, and it brought more of that relief. Didn’t matter the sexual frustration was building up; I was reveling. No fucking rush here.

He slid his hands across my chest as I stroked his neck and shoulders. The kiss never really broke, and it wouldn’t be difficult to get addicted to his taste. Fuck, I'd missed this. Kissing, rolling around, just feeling. But I had to admit it carried more meaning with Julian. I didn't know why, but I assumed it had to do with the fact that, in one way, we were all we had left.

At some point, he ended up on top, and the sexual tension grew thicker. He felt fucking amazing wherever I touched him. He was needy, greedy, and instinctive. Sitting up, I cupped his ass in my hands and pulled him close so our cocks slid together.

"Oh, fuck, fuck…" He thrust forward as I kissed his neck and sternum. I looked down and saw pre-come connecting us, and it caused heat to flush to the surface of my skin.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered. It was sexy as hell. I hadn't expected that. "Julian…" I snuck a hand between us and rubbed our cocks, spreading the fluids. I stroked and squeezed, and I earned a whimper from Julian. "Open your mouth for me." I showed him two slick fingers, and he sucked them into his mouth like a starving man.

This time, I didn't let him suck for long. I drew back right away and yanked him in for a deep kiss, 'cause fuck if I didn't wanna taste, too.

A growl emanated from my chest, and I flipped him over, consumed by primal desire. The salt lingered on my tongue. It triggered me to go rougher, wanting more.

"
Christ
, Noah…I want to suck you off," he moaned breathlessly. "You're clean, right? I don't want anything in the way."

"I'm clean." I dragged my teeth along his bottom lip before I pushed my tongue into his mouth. My head swam. I wouldn’t have been this easy to convince to go without protection if it weren't for him and the goddamn high I was on. "I want your ass."

It was something I'd always gotten off on. Anal sex, finger-fucking, tongue-fucking—I was definitely an ass man. And I'd been denied for too damn long. Emma didn't want it, and at the time, it hadn't bothered me too much. But now I was coming back from all that bullshit, and I wanted his ass spread and ready.

"I'll go get lube," he said, but I stopped him by shaking my head.

"No, I want something else. Get on all fours." I sat back on my heels and stroked my cock. "If you give me what I want, I'll let you suck me off until your jaw hurts and then some."

"Fuck yes, what do you want from me? Name it."

I bit my lip, eye-fucking his tight ass. "Sounds. Every genuine reaction to what I do. Don't hold back." I brushed my hand over his left ass cheek softly at first. He shivered and nodded. "Perfect," I said quietly. "Stroke yourself at the same time and follow my pace."

"I can do that… Are you sure I shouldn’t get lube, though? It makes finger-fucking easier."

I chuckled, and for a second, I felt perverted and twisted. Leaning over him, I pressed my cock against his hole and kissed his neck. "Don't worry," I murmured. "Lube isn't necessary for a good tongue-fucking from your uncle."

"Jesus!" Julian choked on a breath and then whimpered, and it was the sweetest fucking sound.

It didn't feel as disturbing as I thought it would, though—the uncle part. And I realized it was because we'd never really lived those roles or had that relationship. Tennyson was right. Julian was my equal. We shared a family bond but no history. It helped to get rid of that taboo, and there was relief there, too.

"Oh my God, I want it," he panted. "I love it dirty. Role-play and stuff. I've never done that."

I didn't need inspiration, for chrissakes. It'd open the floodgates.

I kissed my way down his spine and stroked his sides, over his ink and past his hips. Next, I palmed his ass cheeks and licked the smooth crease to his opening.

"Fuck…" I groaned at the taste. Goddamn amazing. The only thing that bummed me out slightly was that he'd probably showered right before I got home. I would have wanted more of his natural body scent.

Julian sucked in a breath as I swiped my tongue softly over his hole. The protruding skin tightened, which sent more blood to my cock. I'd force my way in.

"Please," he croaked.

I nuzzled the pale fuzz around his opening and then applied more pressure with my tongue. In response, Julian gave me exactly what I wanted. While I licked, sucked, probed, and kissed, he moaned and told me what my actions did to him.

Like me, he produced a lot of pre-come, and I used it to slick him up further. And to taste. It was a fucking turn-on. I loved a good mess.

Goose bumps rose on the skin of his back, and by the time he was relaxed enough for fingers, his skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I watched him stroke himself for a moment, until he was begging more persistently.

"Ass whore," I whispered.

"
Yes
…" He let out a drawn-out groan as I slowly pushed two digits inside him. "There!"

I paused. "That was easy." Twisting my fingers, I brushed them over his prostate. It milked him from the inside, and a string of come seeped out of his cock.

"I can't," he whimpered. "Oh hell, more…" He started rambling as I set a steady pace, altering between prostate massage, long strokes that fucked him, and soft teasing with my tongue. "Noah—fuck, Noah!"

I cursed, loving hearing him moaning my name. He was beside himself. I was doing that to him.

"Are you always this responsive?" I asked.

He heaved a breath, trembling. "Not everyone fucks like you.
Jesus
. I-I need to come."

I grinned.

"Get on your back," I told him and withdrew my fingers. "Can you hold your knees to your chest and spread 'em?"

He nodded and complied, and I waited until I had him all on display for me. Arms hooked under his knees, ass spread, cock leaking, abs tensing. Holy fuck, he was a sight.

I wanted to fuck him something fierce, but it didn't feel right. He deserved better, and that thought made me realize I was coming down from my high. Shifting closer, I hovered over him and kissed him deeply. There were words I wanted to say, but I refrained.

A few more kisses, and then I crawled farther down and tongued his ass. Since he was holding up his legs, I fisted his cock too, and stroked him firmly but slowly.

"Please, please, fuck, please," he groaned breathlessly. He tossed his head from side to side and tried to buck his hips, but I kept him in place. "I'm fucking close, Noah."

I tightened my grip on his cock, though I didn't jerk him faster. I wanted to milk him properly and make his orgasm last. But to bring him even closer, and eventually push him over the edge, I rubbed his prostate in quick little circles.

When he lost his vocabulary and began shaking more violently, I knew he was there. Seconds later, the first string of come shot from his cock and onto his chest. I kept the same pace, and he cried out and released his legs.

This image of him, completely rigid and coming, would be etched into my mind for-fucking-ever.

It turned me into a savage, and I barely let him catch his breath. In one long stroke, I slid my tongue up his torso. I tasted him, fresh sweat and come, and growled in need.

"Your sweet mouth on my cock—
now
."

He gasped, incapable of words, and hauled me down for a kiss first. I moaned into his mouth and fed him his own arousal, which seemed to renew his hunger for more. With a firm push, he had me on my back.

"Finally," he breathed.

There was no caution or apprehension this time. He dove for my cock and had half of me in his mouth before my head had even hit the pillows.

I hissed and pushed myself up on my elbows to see better. He licked, suckled at the slit, and sucked me like he was worshiping.

An out-of-breath chuckle slipped through my lips, and I winced a bit when he got too eager. "Watch the teeth, baby."

He spared me a quick apology, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with hunger. It was kinda like I wasn’t here. All his focus was on my cock. Christ, he was perfect. Perfectly him, exactly what I wanted.

"There's so much I wanna do," he mumbled in between licks. His eyes met mine briefly, so maybe I did exist, after all. "I have all these fantasies…"

"Fuck," I whispered. "That’s it, get me wet." Threading my fingers through his curls, I guided him slowly over my erection, encouraging him to take a bit more of me. "What kinda fantasies?"

I shouldn’t have asked. I knew I'd regret it.

He closed his eyes and hummed around my cock, and every now and then, he paused to reveal his desires. "Some of the normal stuff, I suppose." He jerked me as he dipped down to tongue my balls. "Uni professor and student, boss and employee, doctor and patient…"

I clenched my jaw, countless scenarios swimming in my head.

My head lolled back, and I got completely fucking lost in the moment. Between his sucking and his fantasy sharing, it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.

His mouth was goddamn stellar. There was no finesse or technique, but he sucked me like he loved it. He gagged a few times but was insistent on taking all of me. It didn't work, though he kept trying. And his tongue… His fucking lips.

I didn't even register that I'd started thrusting a little. It was his moaning that alerted me to something new exciting him, so I lay down flat on my back and moved both hands to his head. Fisting his hair, I began fucking his mouth.

"I'm almost there, Julian." I lifted my head briefly to get another look. "Goddammit, you feel so good." Saliva and pre-come trickled down my shaft, my breathing morphed into panting, my muscles strained, and…shit. I paused, as much as it killed me. "You wanna try swallowing? I don't care, just pick before I blow."