by Alan Wild
Feeling exhausted, Noah expressed his interest in going to bed early. With all of the information he had to process, running out of the house and having someone wanting him dead has drained him of all energy. Oliver said, “Let’s go figure out what we are going to do for dinner, then we will just come back to our room for the night.
Chapter 16
Oliver Thaddeus
Waking with Noah in his arms, Oliver smiled to himself. He had a case of morning wood worse than ever before. He kissed Noah on his temple, down his neck, and continued moving down until he reached Noah’s nipple. Oliver said, “Ah, so you are awake,” he slowly licked and circled the nipple that stood attention. Noah moaned, and Oliver took that as an invitation to continue. Before Oliver could have his way, he needed to tell Noah about the new developments from last night.
Looking Noah in the eye, Oliver felt the fire that started in his chest had lit the way for the butterflies in his stomach to cloud his brain. He tried to remember what he wanted to talk about. It was no use; he couldn’t formulate a thought. Noah pulled Oliver into his arms and kissed him. He was lost in Noah’s kiss, and he wanted more. Pinning Noah to the bed, with a mischievous grin, Oliver climbed up Noah’s body and straddled him, grinding on Noah slowly while asking, “So, is this what you like? Tell me what you want.”
Feeling frisky, when Noah opened his mouth to talk, Oliver kissed him deep and long. He got off of Noah long enough to quickly remove his boxer brief. Then he resumed his position on top of Noah. While still grinding on Noah, he lifted and removed Noah’s tee shirt and rubbed his fat engorged cock on Noah’s abs. He let his hands glide up Noah’s body stopping to pay close attention to his perky nipples. Once more, he bent over to kiss Noah but let his lips linger for a moment before he changed his mind and tackled his nipple with his tongue. Oliver lovingly bit down on the soft nub, and Noah let out a gasp. They both were breathing heavy and needed release. Noah tried to pull his boxers off, but Oliver was sitting on him.
Noah asked, “You want to take my boxers off? I need to feel your skin on mine.” Noah ran his hands over Oliver’s ass and said, “Your ass feels amazing, I want to be inside of you.” There was a look that flashed over Oliver’s face that happened so fast, Noah almost missed it. Noah said, “Hey, talk to me. What are you thinking? Oliver smiled, leaned down, and ran his tongue up Noah’s ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me hard” Noah started to move and thrust, frustrated, he said I need my underwear off. Oliver quickly jumped off and opened the drawer to his nightstand. He pulled out the supplies and studied the box. Noah said, “I’ve watched porn before, I think I could figure out how to put on a condom. Oliver smiled and said, “Oh, you are so funny, har har har. I am looking to see what the expiration date is on these things.” He found the date and decided they were safe to use. He remembered Noah hasn’t ever experienced anal sex before, so he asked, “Are you sure you are ready for this? I want to make sure this is what you want.” Noah said, “You are all that I want.”
Once Noah had protection on, Oliver resumed his position straddling Noah. With his hands under Oliver’s legs, Noah pulled Oliver up closer to his face. Oliver said, sugar tits, that is not how it is done” Noah didn’t respond with words; instead, he pulled his hand free and squeezed lube on his fingers. Noah placed a scorching kiss on the tip of Oliver’s thick cock. He reached around and started to work Oliver’s hot puckered entrance.
Pulling off Oliver’s cock only long enough to tell him, “I want you to fuck my mouth.” Not wanting to deny Noah, he quickly obliged. Gliding his cock inside Noah’s mouth, Oliver moved slowly while Noah moved his tongue in circles making sure to pay close attention to Oliver’s sensitive spot. Wanting more than Oliver was giving him, Noah lifted his head and swallowed Oliver’s cock. Wanting more, Oliver started to move in and out while Noah got to work, opening Oliver’s entrance.
With no experience, Noah is proving to be a quick learner. He had three fingers buried deep inside Oliver’s hot tight hole when Oliver pulled out of Noah’s mouth with a wet pop. Oliver had a smoldering look and said, “I need you inside me now.” He moved down Oliver and took his position. Sitting on Noah’s cock, he guided him inside slowly.
Noah moaned and said, “Oh my god, you feel fucking amazing.” Oliver started moving; after only a few minutes, Noah was thrusting up and said, “Oh fuck, oh god. I am going to cum.” Oliver bent over and kissed Noah, slow and sweet. Both men were breathing hard, moaning as they came with sweet release at the same time.
Rolling off of Noah, Oliver rested his head on the man’s sweaty chest. Oliver asked Noah, “So, are you okay with what we just did? Noah smiled and said, “I am great, that was mind-blowing. It was better than just okay. I feel like my body is buzzing with energy like I’ve never felt before. Giving Noah a salute, Oliver said, “I’m glad to be of service.” Noah asked, “What did you mean when you said to be of service?” Oliver quizzically looked at Noah “I am happy that I am the person you experienced anal sex with for the first time.”
Sitting up, Noah said, “To me, that was so much more than just a service. I never understood the saying, ‘making love.’ Now, after feeling you in such an intimate way, I think I understand.” Oliver closed his eyes and chose his words carefully. “I haven’t always had great experiences with anal sex before. When I was with Anthony, he got off on my pain. He refused to take time and make sure I was ready. You took the time and made me feel like I mattered. You made sure that I was comfortable and ready. You are right, it was making love. For a moment there, I had a flashback.” Noah kissed Oliver and said, “I don’t want to ever treat you like you are less than amazing.”
As the men stepped out of the shower, Oliver remembered that he needed to tell Noah about the call he took last night when Noah slept, looking peaceful and at ease. They dried off and dressed. Getting ready for the day, they spoke about the weather, the crazy cat lady that lived next to Noah, and the way the local grocer was always a mess. They talked about everything, but the case and Oliver wanted to leave it like that. He knew that the day would be crazy, and this was their only chance to pretend that everything is just fine.
Making his way downstairs, Oliver was thinking about all of the things that he wanted to make for breakfast. Halfway to the kitchen, his phone began to ring. Not recognizing the number, he answered the call. The caller remained silent. When Oliver was ready to disconnect the call, the caller said, “I am coming for you and your little faggot. I will make him watch as I slice you up. It would end better for you if you just sent him on his way so the faggot can get what he deserves.” Oliver asked, “Is this where I am expected to shake in my boots? Sal, give me a fucking break. Are you too fucking stupid to come up with something original? Where is your evil laugh? I mean, come on. Are you that much of a little bitch that you can't even figure out how to successfully be a villain? I can call you Sal, right? Or should I call you, Sally? You know what, I am just going to call you the dumb bitch. That is fitting, right? Hey Sal, you dumb little bitch, here is the one thing you need to hear, I am coming for you. You know what you dumb little bitch? His fucking name is Noah, He survived that piss ant fuck twat you call a father, and he is going to survive you too.”
Oliver could tell by the angry, heavy breathing that his plan was working. He wanted to get Sal worked up. He continued, “So other than money, Sal, what exactly is this about? Are you having daddy issues? Awe, come on now, even dumb little bitches need to let it out and vent. Is this where it started? Mommy and daddy sent you to a therapist because of your psychotic ways, and you killed the therapist? Then you beat your parents to death? Is that it Sal? What is wrong, Sal, you dumb little bitch, cat got your tongue?” Breathing heavy with rage, in a low growl, Sal said: “You better hide faggot, I have something special planned for you.” Oliver let out a long-exaggerated yawn and said, “Is that all you called for? You wanted to tell me about your sick homoerotic fantasy you have planned for me? I'm bored, and I have things to do.”
Sal continued with his threats, and Oliver knew what would get to him good. He cut Sal off and said, “Ah, ya dumb bitch, save your little bullshit for someone else” Oliver disconnected the call.
Oliver turned around to find Noah looking like a deer in the headlight. His mouth wide open, his body was rigid and frozen in place. He realized Noah overheard the conversation. Oliver said, “Hey, sugar tits, how’s it going?” Noah just stood there frozen. Oliver wrapped his arms around his lover and said, “It’s okay, I know what I’m doing here. I promise. Now I know my plan will work.” Noah asked, “Do you always enjoy poking the hornet’s nest? Is antagonizing psychotic murderers on your list of things to do today?” Oliver flashed his pearly whites in a brilliant smile and said, “Yep! And now we are on the same page.” He padded to the kitchen to find coffee in the pot. Summer and Darian were at the table drinking a hot cup of joe. Darian said, “You have some big balls there, Captain nut sack.” Summer asked, “What in the hell were you thinking, taunting a serial killer?”
Oliver pulled out all the ingredients for breakfast, poured a cup of coffee for himself and Noah. He turned and said, “That is exactly what I planned to do, taunt the killer. It just happened sooner in the plan than I anticipated.” Oliver pulled out pans, griddles, and more food to cook. He turned to see everyone still watching him. He said, “Guys, can you have a little faith in me? I know what I am doing here. I will explain it at breakfast. We had a new development last night. Noah, I wanted to tell you about it this morning, but something made me forget” Darian laughed and said, “Yea, we heard what distracted you two.” Summer high fived Darian and said, “And… we would have paid good money to watch!”
With the team around the table and everyone full, Oliver started to clear the table. Summer said, “No, Ollie! You are just stalling.” Summer recapped Oliver’s phone call and explained that they are all waiting for the details on the new development. Pointing at Oliver, she said, “Now tell us, what is going on?” With a dramatic roll of the eyes, Oliver said, “Fine, last night, my phone buzzed around 2:00 AM. It was Ray, DPD identified the person who belongs to the hand that was left on Nate’s bed for Noah. They identified him by his fingerprint. The dumb ass failed to remove all of the fingerprints before he wrapped the hand up. I seriously doubt that he would intentionally give away a clue.” Oliver looked at Noah and continued, “The hand belonged to Tristan Willoughby; does that ring a bell, Noah?” Noah had a look of surprise, then he said, “Oh my god. That is my grandmother’s lawyer. She called him Willow, though. His full name is all over the documents.”
Deciding to give the full details, Oliver continued, “We called the financial wealth management company that managed Noah’s inheritance, and they were in the process of dispersing the funds. Someone made the request, claiming to be Noah. We stopped all transactions, and the FBI will become involved. Ray will talk to Summer this morning on a new contact, and he and Nate should be here soon along with the troops. We will have off duty Denver Police officers here at the house. The department has several volunteers to post a guard over one of their own.”
“I planned on drawing the suspect out into the open. I was going to post our Grand Opening event on the new web site. He has been sending me videos via email and tossing out stupid threats. I was going to reply to his email and have him call me. He beat me to it this morning.
Sal called me and started to threaten Noah and me. I took the opportunity to launch my attack.
You see it all the time. Lawyers use the tactic as do football players. You get inside their head, insult the shit out of them. Get them all flustered, and that is when they fuck up. It works well on people who have a superiority complex. They have this idea that they are better than the rest of us. I’ve seen it countless times. Get them off their game, and they slip up and become careless.”
Willa raised her hand and asked, “Why are you not afraid? I see danger and run the other way. Here you are walkin’ through a field of rattlesnakes just a kickin’ and stompin’ the whole way. In the words of the great Whoopie Goldberg, in the movie Ghost, “Girl, you in danger.” Oliver said, “Noah and I spoke about this, and we are sick of sitting around. This guy is haunting us, taunting us, and hurting the people we care about. No More! It is time we fight back. This is the first step in making sure he is locked up.”
Chapter 17
Noah Blain
After everyone finished breakfast, Noah stood to clear the table. He gathered plates and had his hands full when the doorbell rang. Owen offered to get the door. “I think I better get it; I want someone with me that is carrying a weapon” Summer, Dario and Darian all stood at the same time.
Owen looked at Noah and said, “I’m feeling a little left out here. We should go get shooting lessons so we can carry a gun too.” Noah laughed and said, “That might be fun. I always wanted to learn, but my dad told me he didn’t trust me with a paperclip much less a damn gun.” Realizing he just opened up, and it felt natural, Noah couldn’t help but smile. Owen let out a laugh and said, “With everyone packing heat, let’s go see who is at the door. I want to see the face of the person walking in the door when they see all of the guns pointing at them.”
The door was wide open, and Noah stood with Owen, waiting to see what was going on. Everyone else was outside. Owen asked, “Should we close the door? This is weird.” Willa joined them and said, “Hell to the yes, you close that door, today isn’t my day to die. Ollie done stomped in the snake pit. The snake is coming for us,” Owen padded to the door and stood there longer than what Willa felt comfortable. She said, “Hey, Miss thing, Hello? Do I have to close it myself? Owen waved them over to the door. He said, “The troops are here, and they brought an ambulance. Are they expecting to load one of us up?”
Once the medical transport team had Nate situated in his room, Oliver and Noah went in to talk with him. Nate noticed them walk in, he lit up like a kid on Christmas day. “Thank you for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it. I hate to impose so, if I become a pain in the ass, please let me know.” Oliver told him, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am glad you are here.” Noah had thought about what he wanted to say to Nate. He couldn’t decide on one thing. “I am so sorry you were hurt when you were at my house. I am sure my insurance will pay for everything. If they don’t, then I will.”
Nate waved his offer away and said, “Nah, it is covered under workman’s comp. I will be covered for everything except the home nurse that will check on me. I have to confess, I agreed to stay here so I could still be involved in the case. I knew if I went anywhere else, I would be left out of the loop.” Oliver filled him in on everything that has happened in the last couple of days. With the promise that they would get Nate a laptop, iPad, and a flat-screen, they left him to rest up.
Oliver spoke to Ajay and Owen, making sure that all of the responsibilities are being handled. Owen let him know that he had an appointment at 2:00 PM. Oliver asked, “What is this appointment for?” Owen said, “I set up the walkthrough with Jake. We can be there earlier if you want. Oliver said no, 2:00 PM is perfect. Oliver had a new pep in his step. He said, “Let’s go tell everyone that we are going on a field trip.
Owen was working out beautifully, it is a relief to be able to focus on other things instead of lunch orders and scheduling appointments. Owen put together a list of food everyone on the team wanted. Some of the shit that these people eat made Oliver’s stomach roll just thinking about it. Pickled pigs’ feet! “Seriously, I can’t even think about that fuckery.”
Looking at the list, Oliver decided to pass the task off to Owen. He added his list of items that he needed for the next week. Oliver asked Noah if he had anything to add to the list. Noah smiled and said, “No, I already added pickled pigs’ feet.” Oliver felt his stomach rolling again, and his face must have shown his disgust.
Noah let out a full belly laugh, more than Oliver has ever seen him laugh before. A warm fuzzy feeling like sunshine breaking through on a cloudy day sett
led in Oliver’s chest. Noah stood in front of Oliver, grabbed his face, and delivered a mind-blowing kiss. Pulling away, he said, “I didn’t order pickled pigs’ feet or anything else. I heard you mumbling under your breath, and oh, the disgust you had for those poor pigs without feet. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give you shit.”
Oliver asked Noah if he would like to take a trip down to the supply cave with him. “I want to see if I have anything in storage for Nate to use. I can order whatever we don’t have.” Noah practically runs to the stairs, giggling the whole way. “I am going to have to give him more opportunities to give me a hard time both literally and figuratively. Seeing that man light up and laugh just made my day.”
They grabbed the flat screen, the iPad, and a laptop. “I purchased the computer a while ago, but I quickly replaced it with a custom-built laptop. I replaced my regular tv’s with smart tv’s so all we need is a streaming device.”
Setting the electronics in Nate’s room, they quietly leave because he was sound asleep, and that was really what he needed to heal. Noah stepped out, and as Oliver was closing the door, Nate woke up. His voice was barely a whisper, he said: “Hey, I think I need a doctor, I am not feeling right.” Noah saved Nate from Oliver’s rapid-fire of questions. Noah asked a few questions. He felt his forehead and said, “He is burning up.” Placing the call to the nurse, Oliver explained the situation.
