by T L Bradford
He looks at me with a sexy smile as he jacks his dick, then moves closer to me to line-up with my entrance. He plays with my cock for a minute and tastes the tip of my head. It’s erotic as fuck to see him do this. Then he is holding himself again at my entry and pushes in incredibly slowly. In my head, I think there is no way his thick rod will be able to fit into me. I’m partially right because it burns like a motherfucker at first. I almost have to tag out. Then once he pierces through the tight ring of my hole, the pain begins to dissipate. He shoves in the rest of the way, filling me to the brim. He doesn’t move once he is seated in me. He only watches me intently to see when my tolerance is better. Then he begins to move.
There are no words to explain the level of intensity I feel when he begins to move within me. It is unlike anything I have ever felt. I am drenched in sweat and writhing underneath him like some wanton animal. I know I’m yelling out words, but I’m unable to make any of them out in my mind. I give up and abandon all logical thought and surrender to the pleasure.
Noah adjusts his position slightly and directly hits my prostate. Electric shock waves pass through my body, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. “Oh, holy fuck!” I scream. I shudder and cum all over myself and the bed. I have zero control. I continue to spasm, bucking and writhing on the bed. Then I hear Noah go over the edge mere moments after me. Noah continues to ride me through my entire orgasm until he collapses in a sweaty pile on my sticky chest. We lay there, unmoving for a while. Noah slides up to eye level with me.
“Thank you,” he says, before laying his forehead next to mine. We fall asleep, clutching each other tightly.
Chapter 33
Noah
The first thing I notice is how warm my chest feels. When I open my eyes, I see why. Josh is beneath me, asleep as always on his stomach with his arms folded under his head. I am draped across his back. I don’t want to move for fear of waking him. Instead, I relax again and press my weight into his body, getting cozy. I smile hugely to myself. I cannot remember ever being happier. I lay there and let the afternoon sun warm my face.
This morning was an unbelievable experience. In the end, I had taken him a total of three times, hence the reason we are sleeping well into the afternoon. I want to let his body rest so we can pick up where we left off later.
A short while later, I feel him shift. “Good morning, or should I say afternoon?” I say to him. I slide off him to my side and wait for him to turn towards me. I can’t wait to see those brilliant hazel eyes on me.
“Morning.” As he becomes more aware, comprehension fills his expression. The patented Josh Hill cocky grin returns as he remembers this morning.
“So, it wasn’t a dream, right?” he says.
“No, it wasn’t a dream.”
“Good, because I wasn’t going to wake up if it was.” He hugs his pillow under his head, looking like a little boy, and I feel so protective of him.
“How do you feel? Are you okay? I tried hard not to hurt you.” I have a genuine concern.
He chuckles a little then says, “Sore, but in a really good way. So, you’ve never done that before?”
“Nope.”
“Hats off to a great start.”
“I’m glad it was good for you. I was really worried.”
“How did you know to do all that stuff? Did you read a book or something?”
“Nah, just watched a shit ton of porn. It’s surprisingly educational.” He lets out a mighty laugh, as do I.
Unable to stop my hand, I reach over and run my hand through his hair. His darker blond roots are showing again, and he looks fantastic. We lie there for what seems like forever staring dreamily at each other, me caressing his cheeks, his eyebrows, the tiny divot in his upper lip. I want to remember this moment forever.
In my exploration of his body, I stop on his shoulder blade and decide to ask him about his tattoo. He says he got it in college, then grows quiet.
“Was it for a girl?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“What? You dated so many girls you can’t remember which one the tattoo is for?”
“No, I remember exactly who it was for.”
“Was it the girl in the pictures in your old bedroom?” I know I am prying, but hell I spilled my guts to him last night. I feel he at least owes me this much.
“Not exactly, Harmony, that’s her name by the way, she was my high school sweetheart.” The tug of jealousy I felt the first time I saw her pictures in his room returns.
“We had known each other in middle school but didn’t start hanging out until we went to high school. I think we were both sophomores.”
“So, you’re bisexual?” I’m trying to understand how we got to where we are now.
“If you had to label me, then I guess that would be the most accurate description. When I was a little kid, I never did understand what the big deal was with dating just girls. Even then it seemed to me that you should be able to date the person you felt the most attraction to. In my case, it was never a specific gender; it was always both girls and boys. I never thought it was weird or anything; it was how I felt. As I got older, it became clear that everyone wants you to pick a side, so they can put you in a box and label you. I hated that I felt like I had to choose.”
“When I got into playing sports though, it made it more difficult to straddle the line. It’s a macho atmosphere, and the weak get trounced, as I’m sure you know first-hand. I thought it would just be easier to date girls. I ended up suppressing my feelings for guys to fit in. That’s when I started dating Harmony.”
For some reason, until last night it hadn’t struck me that Josh could actually be bisexual. Up to now, I had imagined Josh had fooled around those few times with women because he was trying to make me jealous. This puts a new spin on the enigma that is Josh Hill.
“Harmony and I started after I got a spot on the football team. She was pretty, sweet, popular, but most of all, loyal. My senior year of high school, I got recruited to play for the University of Colorado. Life was golden. In my junior year, I was already being scouted by the NFL. We had a plan for our future. She was my girl who had been with me from the beginning.
“Harmony got pregnant during our junior year in college. I asked her to marry me, and she accepted. Our families were surprised but happy for us. Everything was going great until the injury. It ended my career along with my relationship to Harmony.
As it turns out, Harmony had different plans for her future, and that included being married to a rich football player. Since that was no longer my future, she chose to drop me. Being pregnant no longer made her a viable candidate for a new sucker… so, she took care of that too.” I audibly gasp when he tells me this.
“Looking back, I should have seen what she was up to. We were always careful, and then one day out of the blue, she ends up pregnant? Strangely enough, after the initial shock wore off, I was really looking forward to our child. I started to love the little critter, even though we had never met. The day before the accident I bought a giant stuffed seahorse I planned to give her. In my mind, I always assumed the baby would be a little girl.
“I knew something was wrong when Harmony did not show up at the hospital for almost a week after the accident. By then everyone knew that my shot at NFL glory was over. She came to my room one night and told me it was over. I made a pathetic attempt to get her back, but she wanted to sever all ties. She figured the best way to do that was to tell me the truth. Harmony said she got pregnant on purpose and was only with me because of my career. If I didn’t have that, ‘what good was an injured, closeted fag to her?’”
“She knew?”
“I guess so. I have no idea how. As she was leaving, the only thing I asked of her was to give the seahorse to our baby. Then she told me she’d had an abortion. So, the tattoo was for my baby, girl.”
Not knowing what to say, I wrap my arms around him and tell him over and over how sorry I am for what happened. He says it’s okay. It
was a while ago and that he is doing fine with the support of his family. It’s hard to believe a person could be so cruel. Her and my father would make a lovely pair.
“Needless to say, I was so scarred from that relationship that I never dated anyone seriously again. I just couldn’t. I’d lost my trust in nearly everyone except my family. I was happy to get the offer to leave for LA. It took a while to get settled. I worked bar tending for a few years. You know the rest.”
“Bar tending, I remember those days.” I try to lighten the mood. I also try to be sly asking him about his dating past.
“And, you dated only women after that?”
“Yeah, but let’s just say I kept my options open.”
“So, dudes, hit on you, then?” I feel the back of my neck starting to get warm.
“Occasionally, nothing ever came of it, though.” I know my jealous streak is showing.
“Did you hook up with customers from the bar a lot?”
“Noah, come on I bar tended in LA…and I’m cute. Don’t get jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” I’m totally jealous.
“How do you think I feel, knowing that my man was named one of Young Hollywood’s 100 hottest guys?”
“Okay, I’ll back off.” I roll my eyes. “Hey, did you just call me your man?” I catch it almost too late.
“What of it?” He tries to act like it’s nothing.
“I like it.”
“Good, because it’s true. By the way, you’ve had your fair share of the ladies too.”
“I’ve only seriously dated one woman and Gemma figured out what was up with me. That’s why she dumped me.”
“No, shit? Really!?!”
“She led me to the light.” I chuckle. “If it wasn’t for Gemma. I probably wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
“And to think all this time I thought she still had designs on you. She made me jealous of the time you guys spent together. Now I feel petty.”
“No way!” I’m astounded to hear this revelation.
“Way! I was hoping someone would drop a house on the witch.” We both crack up laughing. This gets me because who in the world could ever hate on Gemma?
“Well, this has been a very revealing 12 hours. Is there anything else we need to confess?”
“I crushed on Archer in middle school.”
“Dammit. I knew it.” He laughs and kisses me as compensation.
We arrive together on Monday to more than one side glance. News of my blowup has spread on set, and I have no idea if Sarita blew our cover or not.
“What are you going to do about Ash?”
“Assuming he doesn’t file assault charges on me, I’ll let it drop. Of course, I’m going to let him sweat it out a few days, though.” I look around quickly to see if anyone’s watching, then plant a fat wet kiss on his lips. He smiles back at me with that Josh Hill charming grin. I feel so connected to him. I am head over heels for this guy.
Half the day passes before I see either Gemma or Ash. After lunch, there is a tap on our dressing room door. I have to pry myself off Josh to answer, and I’m none too happy. We pull ourselves together quickly. To my surprise, Gemma is standing there appearing very nervous. Josh sees who it is, grabs his script, and makes for the door. His shirt is on inside out, and the buttons aren’t lined up.
After he is out the door, Gemma says, “You’re getting sloppy Noah. What if it wasn’t me?”
“What can I help you with Gem?” I’m cold as ice.
“Can I come in?” I move over to allow her entry. She looks like she’s been crying. I hate to see her cry. Now I’m the cause of it.
She turns around and begins speaking quickly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about Ash and me. I wanted to so many times; it’s just…complicated.” Her eyes are wide and filling with more tears. She’s wringing her hands, a habit of hers. That’s how I could always tell if she felt guilty about something.
“How long was it going on?”
“We’ve been seeing each other steady for a little over a year.”
“Seriously, Gemma!?! And in all that time, you couldn’t find five seconds to say that to me?”
“I know, it was stupid. There are no excuses.”
“It didn’t make any sense; you’re my best friend. What makes you think that you couldn’t share that with me? We tell each other everything.”
“We didn’t think it would end up serious.”
“How did it even start?”
“I had been out on one of my tragically awful dates. I was feeling sorry for myself, so I went to a bar downtown. I got tipsy, and Ash showed up there and saw me. We started talking, and one thing led to another. It was never meant to be more than a fling. I didn’t want you finding out that I screwed Ash because we all know what happens when you shit where you eat first- hand. I was making the same mistake all over again, and I didn’t want your judgment. I never thought for a moment it would turn into something real, but it did.”
I’m incensed. “Okay, first of all, I am the very last person to pass judgment on you for dating at work, case in point just walked out of this room with his shirt on inside out. Second, we made a pact a long time ago, that no matter who we ended up with in our lives, we would always be supportive of the other person’s choice when they found the real One. Then, we would force our significant others to have monthly dinner parties at each other’s houses. Remember?”
“Oh shit, that’s right, fondue-o-rama nights!” She smiles through her veil of tears.
“Yeah, how quickly we forget.” I walk to Gemma and give her a huge hug. “And remember, though we may not be each other’s last love, we’ll always be each other’s first.”
“I love you so much, Noah.”
“I love you too. What would I ever do without you?”
“So…interesting weekend, huh?” Olive says to me in the common room as I’m getting a cup of coffee. Sarita sits there in her normal chair swiping away at her phone, paying me no attention. Alright, if that’s how she’s going to play it, that’s perfectly fine with me.
“Yeah, interesting.”
“Anything new going on in your life?” She is sipping on a 16oz Frappuccino.
“Nope.”
“Okay, just seemed a little tense there between you and Josh before you guys left.”
“We’re fine. We worked it out.” Oh, boy, did we ever.
“Good to know, good to know.”
Josh walks in, then on seeing all three of us, tries to walk right back out.
“Hey, Joshy, what’s up?” Olive says, a glint in her eye. Josh stops mid stride and turns around. He gives her a look like he wants to gnaw his own leg off to get out of the room.
“Hey, man, come and join us.” I refuse to be left alone in this train wreck.
“Okay,” he says. As he walks by me, I see him mouth “motherfucker” to me.
“Noah was just telling me that you guys made up after your tiff on the weekend.”
Josh darts his eyes over to me to verify. I give him a very curt nod.
“Yep, we did.”
“Good, because that seemed like quite the lover’s quarrel.”
Sarita makes the first sound of the day by stifling a laugh/cough.
“No, Olive, we’re good. Thanks for your concern,” Josh says.
“You know me, always looking out for my friends. After all, we are good friends, right?”
“Look, I see something’s eating you up; what’s on your mind, Olive?” Josh asks, stepping into her trap. No, Josh, no!
“Are you guys a couple?”
“Why would you ask us that?” says Josh.
“Classic deflection technique. See, if it weren’t true you would have said no immediately, but you didn’t, you answered with another question, meaning you are a couple.” Olive sits back like she just solved the Scooby-Doo mystery of the week.
Josh lets out a sigh and looks over to me for a bailout.
“Olive, anything that
is said in this room as of this moment goes no further than the four people in this room right now. Got it?” I say.
Her eyes widen to cartoonish levels. “Got it. I swear.”
“Yes.”
She almost chokes on her Frappuccino in her attempt to make words. Then she screams out loud and runs headlong into my stomach to hug me. “You have no idea. This is my ship dream come true. Come over here, Josh. This deserves a group hug!” Josh, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes, walks over to us. We huddle in a big ball of love. It’s corny, but I see a smile curl the corner of his mouth.
“Ugh…will you guys just get a room already, Jesus,” Sarita says.
“Thai?” Josh asks as we get ready to leave for the day.
“Of course, it’s Monday, right?”
“That it is.” Josh is so happy he could be bouncing on a cloud.
I get my bag and lean over to kiss him when I hear a knock on the door.
I open the door, and there stands Ash, eyes blacked out and nose in a brace, with a giant white sheet cake. Written in green icing are the words.
“Sorry for being an asshole,”–Ash.
All is forgiven.
“Close your eyes,” I say to Josh. He has no idea what I’m about to hit him with.
“It’s not something gross, is it?”
“No.” I’m impatient. I’ve been waiting almost two weeks to give this gift to him, and I’m at the end of my rope. “Just close your eyes, dammit!”
“Okay, okay, no need to be so aggressive.”
We are in the living room, and Josh is sitting down on the beige couch with his eyes squeezed closed, and his hand outstretched like I’m about to put a tarantula in his hand or something crazy. It’s not though; it’s a small envelope. I have my camera filming his reaction because I never want to forget this moment.
“Now open them.”
He opens his eyes and sees the thin white envelope in his hand. He quirks an eyebrow up at me curiously suspicious of what I have done. He opens the flap and sees two airline tickets.