by T L Bradford
Chloe makes eye roll motions at Xander to indicate they need to scram. He gets it, then hits Zach upside the head with a pillow.
“Dude, that could take like another couple of hours. Let’s jet man. I’m hungry,” Xander says decisively.
“But…strike force…” Zach pleads.
Xander makes the same, not-so-subtle eye roll head tilt that Chloe just used, and Zach finally gets it.
“Oh, uh, okay. Let me get my jacket.” Five minutes later, they are all gone, and it’s only Noah and me on the couch.
“Very subtle.” He shakes his head.
“Very.” Feeling awkward and nervous again, I suggest we go outside to talk in the gazebo where we can have some privacy in case my parents come down for a late-night snack or something.
It’s chilly and crisp outside, but I don’t want to take any chances of getting interrupted. We go out to the gazebo and sit on the inner side benches. It is lit up in twinkly splendor and looks amazing. I think I picked a good location.
“Why do I feel like Maria von Trapp is going to burst out any minute and start singing,” he jokes to break the tension, referencing the gazebo scene from The Sound of Music.
“Very funny.” I haven’t thought about what exactly I was going to say and find myself straining for words.
“I’ve been thinking about your offer from last night and wanted to discuss it with you.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
I swallow hard. “Before I can give you an answer, I need to know more about what this is. If there is an us or not.” I feel my heartbeat kick up afraid of the answer I’ll get from him. “If I move in with you, would I be your roommate or…would I be your…boyfriend?” I’m looking down at my cold hands, unable to meet his gaze.
“We’ve talked a little about my past before and the fact that there are some things I need to resolve before I can commit to having a relationship with anyone.” I feel my heart sinking. I knew it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I want to run. Run and hide.
He continues, “However, the past few days have shown me an entirely new side to life that I was not even aware I was missing, and now that I’ve seen it, I can’t go back to where I was before.” Noah turns around on the bench and takes both of my hands into his, warming them up.
“Also, something new woke up inside of me today, and I didn’t like it.” Noah goes on. “The possibility of losing you forever.”
“Losing me forever, what do you mean?”
“Seeing you with Archer today, you were so happy and easy-going with him. It made me…uncomfortable.”
“What?”
“I saw you being with him, in a way I thought you’d only be with me. The looks, you’ve only given to me. The smile you only shine on me.”
“Noah, that’s crazy.”
“I know, but I didn’t like it.” He scratches his ear. “Also, you guys have a history together, and that’s something I can never have.”
“You’ve got to believe me; there was never anything between Archer and me. We were just friends, teammates. Nothing else. I didn’t even know he was gay until I came home over Thanksgiving break.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. There’s only ever been one person I cared about like that, and it’s…” I stop.
“It’s who?”
“You.” My voice is raspy and broken.
Noah casts his eyes down, then says, “I want to be honest with you. For reasons, I can’t get into now, I can’t publicly say how I feel about you, but I can let you know right now if you want to know.”
“I want to know,” I say very quietly.
He lifts his hand, grips the back of my neck, pulls me forward, and kisses me full and deep. He tastes both salt and minty. And though we have kissed many times before, he explores my mouth like it is a new treasure that he only just found.
Soft and wet. Tangy and raw. We devour each other like never before. When he finally pulls away, I feel drunk and lazy.
We walk back to the house hand in hand and part outside of my bedroom door. He holds the side of my head in his hand and contemplates me, as he sometimes does, looking for some answer to a question he has in his mind.
I tell him my answer. “I accept.” His other hand comes up to caress my face. He kisses me again, and I feel dizzy from the loss of his touch when he backs away to his room.
I get up early the next morning hoping to catch my parents before anyone else wakes up. I get lucky as Mom is in the kitchen, and Dad is drinking coffee and eating a danish.
“Good morning.” I enter the kitchen.
“Sweetheart, how are you? Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I slept great.”
“I wasn’t expecting you up so early, here, I’m making eggs, bacon and pancakes, but in the meantime, there are some pastries over on the counter.” She points to the bright pink box.
“No, that’s okay. I’m not that hungry. I will take some coffee, though.”
“Help yourself, sweetie.”
I grab my cup and brace myself for what I am about to say.
“Mom, can you come over here for a second? There’s something I’ve meant to talk to you guys about, but it hasn’t been the right time.”
I see her eyebrows jump in surprise. Mom doesn’t like to be surprised. She likes to think she can always anticipate our every move.
“Is everything okay?” my dad asks.
“There’s nothing wrong, don’t worry. In fact, something is very right.”
“What is it?” mom says.
“I’ve met someone, and it’s pretty serious between us.”
The tense expressions on their faces disappear on hearing this.
“Oh, that’s wonderful! We had no idea you were even seeing anyone. What’s her name? When do we get to meet her? Do you have a picture?” My mom is overjoyed.
I swallow hard and say, “You’ve already met him. It’s Noah.”
They both turn to look at each other, then back to me. My dad is the first to recover. He puts down his paper and walks around the kitchen island toward me. Then he gives me a great big hug. My mom comes over and hugs me from behind while my dad still grips me tight.
“We are so pleased for you son. All we ever wanted was for you to be happy,” my father says.
“We love you, Josh, and we’ll love Noah too. We already do,” says mom.
“Thank you.” My words come between broken gasps. Then I break down and cry, so grateful for my family’s acceptance of me and the love of my life.
Chapter 31
Noah
From the minute we enter the house, we are all over each other. It’s a tidal wave that we’d been holding back for too long. I grab him by the collar and have him up against the wall kissing him all over. I’m impatient and need to feel his skin against mine, so I peel his shirt up quickly and toss it away. I move my hands all over his body, sculpting every rise and valley in his abs. He feels so warm, so good.
We are both breathing shallowly as we explore each other’s bodies. I move my mouth into the deep groove of his neck and bite down, marking my territory. He flinches but does not pull away. I love how he trusts me and lets me manipulate his body into whatever it is I want from him. I move my lips down, kissing his chest, reveling in the feel of the sparse blond hairs there. I then suck his right nipple, swirling my tongue around the tiny nub. I feel it expand as if it’s begging for my attention. Then I soothe his left nipple, biting and licking with frenzied fervor. I slide lower and run my tongue over his navel, putting my hands on his hips to pull him closer to my hungry lips.
I look up to see his facial expressions as I move further down. I’m on my knees now, swiftly moving my hands over his belt buckle, then unbuttoning his jeans. I slide the zipper down and am greeted by a large bulge behind his black boxer briefs. I’ve never touched Josh here and want to make sure he’s okay with my movements. I see his lips, full and swollen, part gently, and I see his tongue swipe his bottom lip in an invitation
. I wrap my hand around his bulge and see his eyelids flutter with pleasure. He leans his upper torso back on the wall, with his hips thrust forward toward me.
This is my queue. I rub my hand up and down his shaft through his boxers eliciting a deep moan from him. I feel the dampness from his cockhead beginning to soak the front of his shorts. Using both hands, I pull down the waistband and get my first look at his rod.
It is long, thick, and gorgeous. I have the overwhelming urge to lick the tip. I close my eyes, open my mouth, and dart my tongue out to touch the sensitive head. This makes Josh jump, and he arches his back, driving himself deeper into my mouth. I suckle on the tip, moving my mouth slowly around the head, using my tongue to follow the grooves. His head falls back against the wall, and he closes his eyes. He makes several almost pained expressions as I suck harder.
“Noah, you have to stop. I’m about to cum.” He’s breathless, eyes still closed. His words bring me back to earth. I’ve never been in this situation. I don’t know how to handle this reality since I’ve never done this with a man before. Is it rude if I don’t finish him off? How will it taste? What if I don’t like it? What if he doesn’t like it? I’m flying blind here. I think before we get too far, we need to talk some things through first.
I pull his waistband up, and I move back up his body to grab him around his waist. “Let’s go to my bedroom.” I take him by the hand. I walk backward, not wanting to miss a moment of his body, pulling him up the stairs toward my room. He steps completely out of his jeans and follows behind me. I try to remember if Josh has ever even been in my bedroom before. I have a king-sized bed, with a downy white comforter. I halt him by the door so that I can walk to the side table and turn the light on dim. Then I go back to him and put my nose back in his neck to smell his manly, smoky scent. His earthy aroma entices me.
Switching roles, he puts his hands on my shoulders, unbuttons my dress shirt, then slides it off my shoulders. He puts his large hands on my biceps, then moves them down my back to gradually mold his hands around my ass. He grips my cheeks tight, pulling them toward his hot center.
He walks me toward the bed where the backs of my knees hit the mattress. Then as he kisses me, pushing me to my back in one slow fluid motion. He then proceeds to unbutton my pants. I lift my hips so that he can slide them off. My dick is rock-hard and enormous through my briefs. I see him look down at it, taking it all in. Then he leans over me and kisses me hard on the mouth again, rubbing his cock up against mine in the process. The friction is mind-numbing with our shorts still on. He moves to start kissing me tenderly behind my ear and I moan softly. His soft blond hair falls forward onto my cheek and neck, tickling my sensitive spots.
He kisses down my stomach, licking and biting small marks along the way. Then he cups my erection and begins to rub in a steady rhythm. I feel myself losing contact with the ground and feel like I am lifting higher and higher toward the ceiling with every move of his hands across my cock. I put my hand over his own to slow him down.
“I, I, I want you so fuckin’ bad right now.” I barely get the words out, tripping and stumbling over my words.
“Me too.” He looks up, lips moist and hair tousled, breathing ragged.
“As much as I want you, I…I… think I need full disclosure here.” He looks at me, confused. I don’t blame him, so I clarify. “I’ve never done anything like this with another guy before. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Damn Noah, this is a first for me too. I’ve never touched another guy. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He’s exasperated.
“Okay, I…I wasn’t expecting this, so I’m…I’m not prepared for anything more than just fooling around.” I’m worried that I need to get some supplies. I don’t want either of us to feel any discomfort.
“That’s fine with me. I want to feel you. Be near you, we have time for the other stuff later, when we’re ready.” He dips his head back down to kiss my neck again. I don’t say anything else, choosing to let the moment take us wherever it goes. I feel his fingers grab hold of my waistband and pull my boxer briefs down and off of my legs. My rod springs forward to attention, smacking back toward my stomach, it is swollen and turning more purple by the second. Josh positions himself between my thighs and with a confidence that shocks me, grabs my dick and begins sucking with all the gusto of a pro. It is the most amazing feeling. I lay back and let him take charge, working his wrist up and down my shaft, lapping me like a damn ice cream cone. Then he takes me deeper and begins bobbing his head up and down, slicking me with every movement of his mouth. I feel a tightness in my balls and know I cannot hold out for much longer.
“I’m cummin’ Josh. I can’t hold it,” I drawl.
Josh does not stop his bobbing motion, he holds fast through my orgasm, drinking down everything I spill. “Oh, fuck!” I scream, losing all control and spasming under his touch on the bed. I pitch and jerk, letting loose everything in me. I continue having tiny twinges as I finish my release.
I wind my hand through Josh’s hair as he licks droplets up from my dick, cleaning me. It is such an erotic sight. I start to feel a burn in my balls again but know it’s time for some payback. After a minute, I sit up on my elbows and pull his head up to mine. I kiss him deeply, tasting his smoky kiss and something else, me, on his tongue. It’s not nearly as unappealing as I would have thought. It makes me wonder what he tastes like.
Wanting to explore that thought, I grab Josh by the shoulders and push him back on the bed, swapping our positions. He lies, pliant and heavy-lidded looking up at me with lips parted. He’s all mine now, and he wants it. I have more control now that I’ve been satisfied. I start my movements slow, teasing him every step of the way, beginning with removing his boxers. His member stands long and proud between the two us. I don’t go to touch him there, though. Instead, my hands caress his lower-body.
I am entranced with the way his body looks. It’s simply perfect. I lick between the crevices of this ab muscles one by one. Then I take my hand and smooth it over the “V” in his lower torso. I kiss down his hip and into the soft spot between his upper leg joint and his stomach. He drops his head back. His hair cascades back on his forehead. One of the things I found I love about Josh is how he feels so free to let go. He has no shame in his submission, and that turns me on to no end.
On my tour of Josh’s body, I move to kiss his outer thigh where his leg hairs tickle my nose hairs, then re-route to his inner thigh. He opens his legs wider to give me better access. Next stop is Josh’s balls. They are large and smooth. It seems weird, but I have the urge to move my head closer and smell his intimate musky scent there. It drives me wild, and I move to swallow one ball into my mouth, then the other, breathing through my nose. He starts to buck, and I move off of his nuts, so as not to set him off too soon. Then I use my tongue to follow along his taint, and he begins to moan audibly. I dig into this area and feel him start to tremble.
Knowing I always loved when girls used this move on me, I move downward using my tongue to tickle his perineum between his ball sack and his dick. I hear mumbling and realize it’s coming from Josh’s mouth, but I cannot make out what he is saying. I take one long wet lick up the underside of his cock, then clamp my mouth down on it, creating a hot oven around his shaft. The mumblings are louder now. He is so long; I know there is no way I will be able to take him entirely into my mouth, not without more practice anyway. I don’t want to gag and spoil the moment, so I focus on the tip again and use my hands to massage the base.
“Noah…ahh…Noah that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Thank god he is a verbal lover. It helps me to know what I’m doing right and where he wants it. I suck harder, pulling in my cheeks and changing my pressure. Whatever I did, sets him off because he is nearly bucking again, thrusting his hips into my face. It seems to be an automatic reaction that he has no control over.
I start moving my tongue around randomly on his cockhead and feel his pre-cum spill over my tongue. I expect him to
taste salty, but instead, he has a subtly sweet, almost cinnamon like taste which surprises me. I push further down his shaft and begin a hot, steady sucking rhythm. I pump his dick at the base at the same time and soon feel his balls drawing tight. It won’t be long for him.
Josh is moaning uncontrollably and occasionally spouting curses and expletives I’ve never heard from his lips before. “Noah!” he shouts. This is his only warning before he loses complete control and ejaculates into my mouth. I’m a little stunned at first, not expecting the strange sensation in my mouth. It has a smooth texture and goes down easily.
He continues to tremble for a minute after his release, then he falls back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, spent. I pull up close by his side and turn my head toward him. He turns his head over to me, honey blond bangs damp and stuck to his forehead. I’m concerned that his first experience was okay.
“Tell me, why the hell we were not doing this sooner?” he says.
All I can do is laugh. He starts to laugh too. Then he pulls me close and tugs me over his body, and we are kissing until we are both senseless.
We wasted no time getting Josh moved into my house once we were back in LA. Some other poor sucker had a new scandal which finally removed us from the headlines, so by the time we first drove up; there are no paparazzi around the house to be seen. We were free to move his things over without the media catching wind of it. I did, however, buy curtains for the kitchen.
Whoever said domesticity is boring was sadly mistaken. The best parts of my day are Josh and I doing our usual routine, only now we do everything together. We pick up where we left off, eating a healthy breakfast, running the canyons, carpooling. These simple things are magnified in a relationship. I come to treasure them. I kiss and love on Josh whenever we are near each other. I’m addicted.
Mornings are the best. Seeing his prone form lying still in the dawn light delights me every day. Josh is a stomach sleeper, so I get to admire his round mounds in all their glory. He knows I watch him splayed out and ogling his body and he’s more than okay with it. We typically shower together, soaping each other’s hard to reach spots, at least that’s our excuse. We cuddle close on the couch in the evenings with Lola usually curled up by Josh’s stomach.
