by Jet Mykles
“Fuck.” Foxy, draped over him like a heavy blanket, laid his cheek against the back of Noble’s neck and dug his fingers into either shoulder. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Mmm.” Noble squirmed, loving the tight fit, loving the weight of this man. “Move.”
Foxy did. But just his hips. He pulled away marginally, then pushed his entire body forward, shoving Noble into the mattress. Foxy seemed to like that, because he did it again—and again—while twisting so he could nibble Noble’s neck.
Noble hugged his pillows, eyes closed, feeling enveloped, feeling far more comfortable than he should feel with a new lover. But how could he not, with the care Foxy took? Every touch was a caress designed to make Noble intensely aware of his skin and the blood that raced just beneath it. Every moan was pitched to assure him that Foxy relished his touch. His knees slipped to the sides as Foxy rocked, with the end result of his cock pressed to the firm mattress as it tried to perk awake.
Foxy picked up speed, pushing up on his arms to get a little more leverage. But he was still close enough that Noble was wrapped in his heat. Fingers on Noble’s chin turned his head for a sloppy kiss that was all tongues and moans. Foxy burrowed under Noble and found his hand, twined their fingers, hands pressed between Noble and the bed. He murmured Noble’s name as his rocking changed to thrusting. He cried out, sweaty forehead pressed to the back of Noble’s shoulder. “Fuck!” he cried, shuddering as he came. Noble shook underneath him, managing to orgasm without coming.
Well. Shit. That was amazing. Noble lay in a liquefied puddle of happy underneath a blanket of Foxy, and he would have been perfectly content to stay that way for a year or two. He caught his eyes closing, felt sleep creeping up on him. Which would’ve been fine, but he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t sleep over. Not the first time. Hardly ever. Occasionally a lover would sleep over at his place, but that was not the case here.
“That was amazing,” Foxy murmured into his neck, echoing the exact words in Noble’s head.
“Mmm. Yeah.” He wiggled out from under Foxy, turning enough so that they could share a kiss. He didn’t want to be rude, and the man did deserve a reward for a truly terrific fuck. But Noble kept it quick, rolling away before Foxy could catch him in a hug. “Bathroom,” he muttered, not turning back on his way to the john. He shut the door and faced himself in the mirror. He looked freshly fucked. He was mussed and flushed, and holy hell, when had Foxy managed to bite his shoulder? He didn’t remember feeling anything like that—not that he would’ve minded. Jesus. Bewildered by his reaction, he took care of business and considered himself in the mirror again as he washed his hands. Should he leave now and cut his losses? Or stay and enjoy Foxy? Or should he quit thinking too much? This wasn’t like him either. Second-guessing really wasn’t his thing. Foxy just hit a different chord with him, and it threw him off.
Foxy stood from the bed as Noble emerged. He too looked freshly fucked and managed to be more gorgeous because of it. The sweat had dried, but parts of him still looked shiny. His hair was tangled, his lips were swollen, and his cock looked like it might be about ready for another round. Noble was so not going to leave that behind. Foxy kissed him briefly as they passed each other, then disappeared into the bathroom. Noble shook his head at himself and went to the other room, seeking out the fruit and some bottled water. Refreshments, yes, that’d clear his head. The show on the television had become the news, so Noble searched out the remote control to shut it off.
Foxy came into the room laughing. “Should my fingers be purple?”
Surprised, Noble spun to face him. “Huh?”
Foxy held up his hands, and Noble relaxed. The purple stains on Foxy’s fingers were familiar. “Oh.” Noble raised a hand to his hair. “Sorry. I just did the hair last week. It does that for a while. It’ll wear off quick.”
“I don’t mind.” Now beside him, Foxy picked up a chunk of melon and brought it to his lips. “It’ll remind me of you.”
“Zach might mind.”
He’d purposely put the wet blanket between them, but it still hurt to see Foxy flinch a little. “Yeah.”
“What did you tell him about tonight?”
“That I needed some time alone.” Foxy munched on the melon as he opened a bottle of water. “They let me have that every once in a while.”
“Did you have to sneak in to avoid the paparazzi?”
Foxy downed most of his water in a few big gulps. “Sort of. It’s cool once you get inside, though. This hotel’s one of those that gets paid to keep the press out. Isn’t that why they have you here?”
Noble laughed. “Well, yeah. That’s true.”
Foxy’s hand sliding up Noble’s back gave him goose bumps in a most marvelous way. “You sticking around?” Foxy brushed a kiss over the back of Noble’s shoulder. “Or do you need to go?”
That was his chance. Foxy handed it to him on a silver platter. He should get dressed and go back to his lonely hotel room and the cold bed that hadn’t been warmed by some of the best sex he’d ever had. Right. He should open his mouth to say he was leaving. And he would. Just as soon as Foxy stopped sampling the sensitive skin at the side of his neck. Damn, that felt nice. “Hey,” was what he said when he finally found words. “I thought I was the experienced seducer here.”
“You are.” Foxy’s hands slid around from behind to pluck at his pierced nipple. “You’ve completely seduced me.”
Noble fought the urge to squirm. Foxy was playing him like a master musician. “I think that’s the other way around, pretty boy.”
“Is it?” Teeth nipped at his earlobe right behind the single hoop. “Can I seduce you back to bed?”
He thought about it while Foxy’s tongue explored his ear. His concentration was torn between that and the rising cock brushing his ass. Right. Like he could leave. “How can I resist?”
* * * *
Noble’s ringtone roused him from a deep sleep. Befuddled, he spent the first round of rings trying to pull his eyes open and raise his head. Then the ringing stopped, but he was awake now. Somewhat. A mound of pillows blocked half his vision, and silky sheets cocooned his legs. The familiar heat of someone else’s body warmed his left side, and he turned his head. He knew who it was. Foxy was slowly waking beside him, eyes not yet open but brows and nose twitching. All the candles were out, and the light-blocking curtains were drawn, but the open door to the other room let in enough light to assure Noble that it was well into morning.
“Shit.” Groaning, he rolled toward the edge of the bed just as his phone started to ring again. Damn. He’d slept over. He very, very rarely did that. Never with a new lover. Shit. Shaking most of the sleep from his head, he grabbed at the jeans he’d left on the floor, to pull out his phone just as it went to voice mail again. Foxy stirred as Noble unlocked the phone. A beep told him a second message had been left. Two messages—not so bad. Making sure the speaker was off, he listened to the first message.
Gordon. “It’s eleven o’clock. Where are you?”
Second message, Gordon again. “Your phone had better not be off. Call me.”
Just then, the phone rang again. Noble clicked on the call. “I’m up. I’m on my way.”
“How far away are you?”
He rubbed carefully at his eyes, trying to moisten the colored contacts. “I’m in the hotel. Give me ten.”
“Do you need a shower?”
Noble blinked. Smiled. Took a sniff of himself. He stank of sweat and sex. “Yes.”
“Take one. Be here in thirty.”
“You bet.”
He ended the call and dropped the phone back down on his pants. Yawned.
“You’ve got to go.” The voice behind him was deep and gravelly and hit pleasure points at the base of Noble’s spine.
He glanced back. Foxy’s eyes were open, but not by much. Tangled hair framed his face, and dark stubble shadowed his jaw. The white sheet covered him from the ribs down but left broad shoulders and bare chest out for adm
iration. He looked warm and edible.
“Yeah.”
One hand flopped over so fingers could trace Noble’s forearm. “Sure you can’t stay awhile?”
Noble glanced down, certain there was an erection under the blanket, but no. Bad enough he’d stayed. “Sorry. Mind if I shower here?”
“Can I join you?”
“God, no.” He stood. “I’ll never leave.” He laughed and held out a hand when Foxy started to get up. “That was not an invitation. I’ve really got to go.”
With a longing sigh, Foxy sank back into the pillows.
“Stay,” Noble told him as he turned toward the bathroom.
He wasn’t sure if he was glad or disappointed when Foxy obeyed him and didn’t invade his shower. He put the twinge of disappointment out of his head and washed quickly, drying himself with a big, fluffy white towel as he left the bathroom. Foxy was still lying in bed. He yawned and stretched as Noble tossed the towel on a chair and picked up his clothes.
“Sure you can’t stay?”
“Can’t.” Noble yanked his briefs up. “I’ve got tons of shit to do today.”
“What about tonight?”
Pulling on his jeans, Noble let himself look at the man still lying among the sheets that they’d fucked in. “Tonight I’ve got a dinner with some people from the record company.”
Foxy rolled so his head rested on his bicep, the hand hovering over his curls. “What if I keep the room for another night? Will you come back?”
Noble grinned as he yanked on his pullover. “It’d be late.”
“I don’t care.”
“I get on a plane tomorrow afternoon.” The statement, which had caused great joy over the past few months, rang flat to him this morning.
“I know. That’s why I want to see you tonight.”
“How do you know I don’t have someone else to see?” Rotten question, he knew, but this conversation…last night…was entirely too cozy.
Foxy frowned but did the best shrug he could in his position. “I don’t. But it couldn’t hurt me to try.”
Noble bounced on the mattress when he sat to pull on his socks and shoes. “Well. I don’t. Yet. I usually find someone at whatever thing I’m going to.”
“Just come back here.”
One shoe in hand, he turned to face Foxy. “You know, for a guy who’s never had gay sex before, you’re sure eager to do it again.” Usually the straight guys needed to take a breather and think on what they’d done.
Foxy put on a heart-melting grin. “You’re just that good.”
“Oh, you smooth talker.” Laughing, Noble dropped his shoe, then threw himself down beside Foxy, facing him. “Okay, truth: I’d like to come back here tonight, if it works out.”
Foxy hooked a hand around his neck to pull him closer. “Then make sure it works out.”
His kiss was drugging in spite of the fact that they both had morning breath. Noble instantly relaxed into it, opening himself up for exploration. It took a minute, but he managed to drag himself back to sanity. “Quit it.” He rolled away. “I’ve gotta go.”
“You’ll come back?”
“Persistent.” Bent over the edge of the mattress, Noble searched for the shoe he’d abandoned. “Yeah. Sure.” Found it. Shoved it on. Stood. Foxy started to pull off the covers. “Jesus, don’t get up. It’s hard enough for me to leave.”
Chuckling, Foxy jumped out of bed, completely naked and completely perfect.
Noble wanted to trace every delineated muscle with his tongue and sample that golden skin. “Asshole.” Manfully, smoothing back still-damp hair, he left the room.
“Can you stay for breakfast?”
“No.” At the dinette, Noble stared at the platter that had held fruit and cheese the night before. It was now completely empty, having supplied sustenance for the four times they’d fucked the previous night. Four! Noble was most pleasantly sore in all the right places. “They’re waiting for me.”
Gentle but firm hands turned him around to face the gorgeous body he wanted to devour yet again. “Last night was awesome.” Kiss. So sweet. Full of promise. “Thank you.”
“Entirely my pleasure.” Another kiss. “I gotta go.” One more kiss. “Shit.” A brief touch of lips and then he pushed away. “Get the fuck away from me. You’re dangerous.”
They both laughed as Noble sped out of the suite. He made it to Gordon’s door in the other tower in record time. His hair had wet his collar, and his hands felt naked without most of his rings as he knocked.
“Oh wow.” Rabin answered the door and so was the first to see him. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
Noble threw his arms around his friend’s neck and planted a wet kiss on his lips. “That I am.” Releasing Rabin, he faced the other three, who sat on the couch and love seat in Gordon and Lance’s room.
“Did you really fuck Donny Foxy?” Danny asked.
“Not as far as the press is concerned.” Noble sat, then immediately dug into the bagels and cream cheese set before them.
“How was it?”
“Pretty good for a straight boy.” He felt Lance’s stare and looked up to meet it. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah. And your silence is real loud.”
Feigning indifference, Lance raised his hands and shrugged. “Your bed, your business.”
“Damn straight.”
“All right,” Gordon intervened, sitting back. “Can we get on with the business at hand? We’ve got a lot to cover today.”
Noble ate his breakfast and listened to his manager, trying to pay attention. But memories of last night kept coming up to warm his blood. Damn it. Fuck the universe and its timing to drop such a treat in his lap at exactly the moment when he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy it.
Chapter Four
Still up? Noble sent the text from the backseat of a town car at two thirty in the morning.
I’m up.
Back at the hotel in 10. Should I come? He stifled a yawn, beat. Little sleep in the past few days had made him loopy. Combine that with a few drinks and a spectacularly boring business dinner, and all he really wanted was to curl up and sleep for the few hours he had before they left for the airport. But he’d been thinking of Foxy all night, and he wasn’t the type to leave anyone hanging if he could help it.
Absolutely, came Foxy’s reply.
K c u soon.
“Seriously?” Lance, seated between him and Gordon, saw the text thread. “You’re off on a booty call now?”
“Sure.” Noble tapped his phone on his leg, trying to keep his eyes open as the streets flashed by the window. Tonight, at Gordon’s behest, he’d gone without the colored contacts and hadn’t spiked his hair. In a light summer suit in deep lavender, he looked as normal as he could get.
“You need to be ready to leave at ten,” Gordon warned calmly.
“I’m all packed. Just got the one overnight bag. I’ll be there.” He grinned over Lance at Gordon. “And I’ll leave my phone on. You can wake me up.”
Gordon shrugged, unconcerned. Lance, however, was bothered.
“What?”
Lance shook his head. “This isn’t like you.”
Noble laughed. “What? Going to have sex? Have you met me?”
“No. I mean going to meet some guy in a hotel room two nights in a row. Alone. You’re usually with a bunch of guys.”
Noble shrugged, returning his gaze to the window. “I don’t have time for a gang bang. You heard Gordon.” Manfully, he tried not to yawn again.
“You had a group at the party.”
Yeah. He had. That was his typical MO. He made friends easily because he liked talking to people. Eligible gay men gravitated to him. It was rare that he didn’t find at least one in a crowd. Then he and that guy would go somewhere, usually where he was staying, to fuck for part of the night. Then they’d part ways before the sun came up. On the few occasions someone did sleep over, he was usually up way before them. Over
sleeping this morning had been quite an anomaly, and Lance had known him long and well enough to see it. Add the fact that he was now going back to be with Foxy a second night in a row, and Noble was behaving very strangely.
“Too much work. This one’s already hooked, and it was really good last night.” He chuckled, smiling back at his friend. “Don’t worry. I’ll be on a plane tomorrow and won’t see him again.”
And wasn’t that kind of sad?
* * * *
Shit. He wasn’t going to make it. This sucked. He dragged himself out of the elevator. He’d pushed it this week, knowing he had some downtime on the plane. He hadn’t counted on Foxy’s draw.
Again there was no one around to see Noble as he walked the upper halls of the Weiss. He started to wonder if there was anyone else even up here except for the Knights and Foxy. But that was ridiculous. The Weiss was a very popular hotel, especially with celebrities. He was just out at odd hours.
Since he’d texted he was on his way, Foxy was right there when Noble knocked on the door. In one move, Foxy’d opened the door, yanked Noble inside, and wrapped him in a kiss while the door shut itself. The kiss was every bit as thorough as any from the previous night, but it was far more urgent. “I’ve been thinking about this,” Foxy said, voice a little muffled as he kissed his way down Noble’s neck. “All. Fucking. Day.”
“Aww.” Noble sighed happily, lifting his chin to give Foxy better access as he allowed the man to walk him backward toward the bedroom. “Did you jerk off, or did you hold it?”
“Both.” At the door, Foxy lifted his head. His eyes were wild over a manic grin. “Holding it didn’t work, though. I started playing your music, and I couldn’t keep it in.”
Immensely flattered, Noble struggled out of the suit jacket he’d worn to the dinner. “Maybe I can help you with that.”
Foxy stopped Noble’s backward motion by grabbing the knot of his tie. Foxy used it to yank closer so they were eye to eye. “I’m counting on it.”
Kissing again. They concentrated on getting Noble naked, since Foxy was mostly there—he wore red lounge pants and not much else. Thoughts of this man languishing all day, stroking his cock while he thought about Noble, made Noble’s head spin. He tripped backward over the suit pants Foxy had let fall to the floor, and toppled onto the bed. His shirt fell open to reveal the tank he’d worn underneath for warmth. Foxy knelt to get Noble’s shoes and socks while he struggled out of his shirts and tie.