by E M Lindsey
“Let me move my shit around,” Noah said as they stepped inside his place. It was warm from the running heat, and the coffee table where they usually sat was positively covered in papers and old looking books.
“Research?” Adrian asked as he settled on the couch and reached down to take his braces off.
Noah looked up, a faint blush on his cheeks making his freckles stand out against his pale skin. “Oh uh. Sort of, yeah? We can talk about it later though, because if I get started, I won’t stop. It’s kind of consuming my brain right now.”
Adrian laughed, remembering full well the research papers he had due in his previous core classes. “Fair enough. No academic talk until after the food and sex.”
Noah bit down on his lower lip and looked like he was barely holding himself back as he finally cleared a space for food. They slid down to the floor, Adrian groaning in relief at being able to flex his feet out, and he let Noah dish the portions out as they got comfortable.
“So,” Adrian said as he twirled noodles around his fork, “how is Anna’s class? I haven’t been able to watch lately.”
“It’s good.” Noah sipped a little of his soup and shrugged. “I wish I could go more often, but I’ve been so swamped with everything. I told her to count on me more once the semester was over. I’ll need to buy more passes soon.”
Adrian leaned over and nipped at his jaw, his hunger for Noah’s body starting to eclipse the hunger for food. “Wes will give you the friends and family discount.”
“He doesn’t need to do that,” Noah started to protest.
Adrian set his plate down and reached for Noah’s jaw, turning his face so their gazes connected. “I know,” he said, his voice heavy with meaning. “I know he doesn’t.” Then he tipped Noah’s head up by the chin and their mouths connected.
There was a desperation to that kiss, lips parting, tongues dancing together almost frantically. Noah’s teeth were sharp as they grazed his lower lip, Adrian’s head spinning a little when Noah pulled back with biting, sucking pecks.
“I want you. Fuck, I want you so badly.”
“Yes,” Adrian said. He reached down and cupped Noah’s rock-hard erection, stroking up and down with the heel of his palm. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck me?”
Noah groaned and pulled him into another kiss before he seemed capable of words. “I w-want you in me,” he finally said. “I want you in m-me, and I want you to f-fuck me so hard I f-feel it all week.”
Adrian almost lost it right there, his dick giving a valiant effort to shoot his load right there in the front of his jeans as he listened to Noah so worked up, he was stammering on his words. He pulled back from Noah, squeezing his eyes shut until he had control. “Careful, sweetheart, I have less than a thread of control right now.”
“Exactly how I like you,” Noah said, his voice hot with promise, and a lot calmer. “Come on, my room isn’t too much of a mess and I want to be comfortable when I get down on my hands and knees for you.”
Adrian needed a second moment before he had the strength to stand up, and he praised everything he knew to be holy that the evening’s work out hadn’t been too stressful on his legs and he was able to make it down the short hall without falling over.
It was a near thing though, mostly because when he reached the doorway, Noah already had his joggers puddled around his ankles, and he was stroking his dick with a fast, tight motion.
“God,” Adrian gasped. He was frustrated with how clumsy his fingers were, how his legs just didn’t want to cooperate as he struggled out of his jeans—and what a dumbass he was for putting that on instead of something he could slip out of. But eventually he freed himself from his cotton prison. Eventually he was stark naked and bracing himself on Noah’s desk with one hand and gripping his dick with his other.
“You are so sexy,” Noah said, drinking him in as he lounged back on the bed.
Adrian licked his lips. “My jacket,” he said, his voice slightly strangled with want. “Condom, lube—in the front pocket. I want you to prep yourself and I want to watch.”
There was a glint in Noah’s eyes, something a little devious, a little smug. He slid to the floor and retrieved the items from Adrian’s jeans, but before he climbed back onto the bed, he pulled something from under it. A small, sleek box about the length of his forearm. Adrian had three guesses what was inside, and the first two didn’t count.
His dick started to throb a little as he watched Noah’s clever fingers pop the top open and reveal a thick, rubber dildo. It was silicone, a light blue color, fake veins and ridges, and it was just a little smaller than Adrian’s own.
“Fuck.” The word tumbled from his lips and he saw Noah’s lips curl up at the edges as he climbed back onto the bed and poured lube in his hand.
“Is this w-what you had in m-mind?” Noah asked. He laid back, spreading his legs, and carefully drew the tip to his hole. He didn’t push in, just let the wet end of it rub in a slow circle. Adrian’s eyes were fixed hard on the way Noah’s cock jumped with every brush against him.
“No,” Adrian admitted in a strangled voice. “No, but you have the best fucking ideas.” He pushed off from the desk and took the three nearly impossible steps to the edge of the bed. He pressed his knee to it, then lowered down so he had full view of Noah teasing himself.
“Tell m-me what you w-want,” Noah told him.
Adrian’s head spun. “Push it against you. Hard. Just enough to breech, but don’t go in past the head.”
Noah’s legs fell a little wider and Adrian could see the strain in Noah’s arm as he obeyed. He watched like a hawk as the blue head of the dildo pushed. There was a little resistance, but with a small groan, Noah managed the feat. Adrian’s cock jumped in his hand, and he squeezed the base of it to keep control.
“Good,” he grunted. He had never been so turned on in his life. “Good. Push in slow and steady, fuck yourself. Not too hard, baby. Just to spread you open, just to get you ready for me. Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” Noah groaned, arching his hips a little as he did what he was told. “Yeah I c-cuh-can…god, I can. Yes. I w-want this to be your cock, Adrian. I w-want you in me.”
Adrian couldn’t stop himself from touching, from reaching over and sliding a flat palm up the inside of Noah’s thigh. “Soon. Soon, okay? Just get yourself nice and ready.”
Noah nodded and seemed to be incapable of speech right then as he pumped the dildo in and out of his ass. It took all of Adrian’s self-control not to come, and not to pull the dildo out immediately and replace it with his own, aching cock. He watched for what felt like a near eternity until he saw a flush rising along Noah’s neck and knew it was time.
“Okay, okay. Are you ready for me?” Adrian asked.
Noah nodded, biting his lip as he gently pulled the dildo and tossed it to the side. He pushed up on his elbows, his eyes hooded and his eye dilated. “How d-do you…what’s easier f-for you? How c-can we do this so it’s good?”
Adrian nearly swooned at how Noah could be so worked up, but still so aware of the situation, concerned not just about getting them off but about making it good. He didn’t know which deity to thank for sending him this man, but he was ready to praise each and every one just to be safe. After a moment of considering his own limitations, he dragged his hand up the outside of Noah’s thigh. “On your side, okay? Let me take you that way.”
Noah nodded, shuffling onto the pillows and he rolled onto his side, sticking his ass out in an invitation. Adrian had to take several deep breaths before he grabbed a condom and with shaking hands, managed to roll it on. He poured a dollop of lube into his palm, spreading it around, then took his slick fingers and pushed them into Noah’s waiting ass.
“God. So ready for me. Fuck,” he groaned. He gave Noah’s prostate a few good fucks with his hand before pulling away and pushing the tip of his cock in. There was a little resistance, then a lot of give, and it only took a moment before he was fully sheathed
in the tight, hot ass. “You feel so good, god, baby you feel,” he said, words a struggle.
Noah seemed beyond them completely, moaning, nodding, reaching back with scrambling fingers for Adrian’s ass to pull him closer, to encourage his thrusts to come harder, quicker. The only sound left was the slapping of skin, was the quiet, muffled groans, was Adrian’s harsh puffs of breath against the back of Noah’s neck as he fucked himself into a frenzy.
His orgasm was building with a swiftness he had only half expected, and it was by instinct alone that he reached around to Noah’s front and began to stroke him in time with his own motions. Noah groaned, his head falling backward against Adrian’s shoulder, and Adrian craned his neck to kiss him as his balls pulled up tight.
He moaned right into Noah’s mouth, his thrusts erratic and fierce. His hand would have stuttered, but Noah closed his own around it and guided the motion until he shuddered and came all over the sheets. As Noah’s grip eased up on him, Adrian pulled away, peppering kisses across the back of Noah’s naked shoulder.
His heart was racing, his fingers trembling a little with the come-down, but he felt a warm wash of contentment he had never experienced before. He found himself pulling Noah close to him, clinging tight, wanting something more, something deeper. Tonight was not the night to test himself, to experiment with his ability to let someone in while he was at his most vulnerable, but he wanted it soon.
He needed it, and with Noah.
“Thank you,” Noah murmured, pulling Adrian’s hand up to his lips. His mouth was dry as it pressed against the back of his hand, and Adrian closed his eyes against the emotions flooding through his chest.
“I…” The words died on his tongue, the things he wanted to say faltering because it was just too early. “I’m…fuck, Noah. I’m really falling for you.”
Noah turned and Adrian could see the brightness of his smile, the expression mirroring the feelings he felt thrumming in his chest. His hand came up to cup Adrian’s cheek, thumb stroking against his flushed skin. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s early and we have a lot to learn about each other, but I like this. I want this.”
Adrian pulled Noah’s hand to his mouth and kissed the center of his palm. “When the semester is over, I want to try to sleep together. I don’t know if it’ll go well—I’m worried but…”
“I want to take the risk,” Noah said in a rush. He squeezed his hand over Adrian’s tight. “You’ve told me the truth and I know what might happen, but I want to take the risk. I want to be able to wake up with you sometimes, and I’d like to start trying now.”
Adrian let his eyes drift closed, then opened them slowly and leaned in for a last kiss. “Then we try.”
They cleaned up shortly after, Adrian wanting to linger and maybe have a shower, trade lazy blow jobs, maybe talk. But he knew Noah had a lot of work to get on, and Adrian had a lot of studying to do. Twelve days remained of the semester. Then dead week, then finals, and then they had time to take risks and learn more about each other.
Noah walked him down to the lobby, kissing him at the door before turning away, and Adrian took a moment to bask in it before gripping his cane tight and heading out. Just as the door swung open, his shoulder hit a man who had been lingering and he looked up to see cold, almost angry blue eyes staring at him.
Adrian immediately bristled. He was used to people staring, to having strange reactions to the scars on his face, to the way he walked, the mobility aids, but there was something more to it. The guy was handsome at first—symmetrical features, full lips, a broad build—but there was something that didn’t sit right about him.
“Sorry,” the guy said after a beat.
Adrian shook his head. “No worries, man.” He moved past him and though he refused to look back, he could feel the stranger’s eyes on him as he headed toward the shop near where he’d parked his trike.
10.
“Can I…can I haff it, tiyo? Can I play wiff it?” Maggie bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to reach the hastily cobbled-together model Anna had clutched in her hands. She held it deftly over her head, to keep it from wandering, destructive fingers as Adrian let go of one crutch handle and gently pulled Maggie away from his hard work.
“Not right now, okay? I need that for my meeting later today, and remember, we talked about it? It’s not a toy.”
Maggie pouted. “But…”
“No buts,” Anna said, her voice a little sharp. She ignored when Maggie’s eyes went watery. “You were told, and you need to be a good listener or we can’t get froyo later with tiyo.”
That pulled Maggie away from the edge of her impending tantrum, though she crossed her arms and made a quiet, disgruntled noise and turned her nose up. Adrian bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing and turned his eyes on his sister. “You know that’s all you, right?”
“I’m sorry, but no. You’re the baby and you always have been and she one-hundred percent gets it from you.” She grinned at him and pulled the model closer to her chest. “Anyway, she’ll forget all about it once we drop it off.”
Adrian lifted his right crutch and jabbed the tip at the door to the building across the small walkway. “It’s in there. My meeting is at three, so I can meet you after that.”
Maggie hurried over to open the door for the pair of them, and Adrian went in first, Anna trailing behind him. “What do you have to do today?” she asked, her voice carrying just a little in the near-empty lobby.
Adrian sighed and turned to face her. “I have to turn in two papers this afternoon, so I’m going to skip the garage today and do my final pass around lunch. Other than that, my professors are giving us a pretty easy last few days, mostly just finals prep.”
“Well don’t stress,” she told him. “You’re going to do fine, and your meeting will go great, and you’re almost done.”
Adrian nodded, then turned and nearly ran into someone standing too close for comfort. He took a stumbling step back and looked into a face he recognized from somewhere, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
The guy was tall and attractive, but his eyes were cold, and it hit him. He was the guy he’d nearly run into the night before when he was coming out of Noah’s building. He could tell the stranger was sizing him up, his look calculating. He found himself wishing he’d brought Lemon, but he’d been feeling so good that morning, he let Wes take her to the gym, and he was desperately regretting that now as anxiety started to creep up his spine.
“Sorry,” he said after a second. “You just look like the pair of you could use a set of hands and I’m guessing you’re going up to meet with Dr. Parker?”
Adrian felt something uncomfortable in his stomach, but the guy’s offer seemed sincere. “Ah. Yes, I have a meeting for a…”
“Proposal. I know, I’ve been sitting in on them with him all afternoon since Dr. Agarwal had a family emergency. I’m more than happy to help. I’m Dr. Barnes.” He held out his hand to shake, not deterred by the fact that Adrian was holding crutch handles.
The last thing in the world Adrian wanted to do right then was touch this man’s hand, but Maggie was getting restless and he could see Anna was tired and ready to go. He released the handle of his crutch and offered his hand over. “Adrian Flores.”
“Student in the School of Business, right?” he asked, giving his hand a hard shake.
Adrian pulled back and adjusted his hold on his crutches. “That’s right. My proposal is regarding the accessibility issues around campus from the buildings who haven’t been updated in the last decade.”
Dr. Barnes let out a low whistle. “That’s…” His gaze flickered down to Adrian’s feet where his braces could be seen, outlined by his tight jeans, then he looked back up. “I can see it’s an issue important to you.”
At his condescending tone, Anna stepped forward with her eyes blazing, but Adrian took the lead, not wanting to compromise his chance at getting his proposal through. “It is. I struggled quite a bit when I first started
here, and it’s been almost four years, but it hasn’t gotten any better. I think it’s a worthy cause.”
“Absolutely,” Dr. Barnes said. He plucked the model from Anna’s hands before she was aware of what he was doing. “I’m happy to assist.”
Anna gave him a careful, dark look before turning back to her brother. “You good here?”
“I’m good,” he assured her. “I’ll text you after my meeting.”
She looked hesitant, but eventually gathered Maggie up and they headed out the door. When it swung shut, he turned back to Dr. Barnes. “I don’t actually have my meeting until three, but Dr. Parker said I could drop this off since it’s not easy for me to carry around.”
“Of course,” Dr. Barnes said, his tone breezy but his eyes still intense. “We can take the staff elevator there, right around the corner. I’m sure he’ll be excited to get a good look at it before the meeting. It’s a very intricate design.” He reached for his badge and swiped it at a small, black box on the wall and the doors immediately opened with a soft ping.
Adrian went in first, then used his crutch to hold the door for Dr. Barnes. “Design is definitely not my forte,” he said, answering the man’s disingenuous comment, “but I figured it would do for what I was trying to get across.”
Dr. Barnes laughed, but the jovial expression on his face didn’t reach his eyes. “So, you said you were in the School of Business, right?”
Adrian bristled. “Yes, I’m a senior there. I came back after a couple military tours and I’m working on my degree to establish a shop.”
Dr. Barnes whistled again. “That’s brave. I mean…not a lot of people have the guts to change their entire lives like that. You’re to be commended.”