When he opened his eyes again, Oscar was leaning over him, smiling. And if Noah played his cards right, he could wake up to that every day for the rest of his life.
Chapter Ten
NOAH stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, his right hand combing gently through the soft hair of the head that lay on his chest. It was just past midnight, and the two men lay exhausted, pressed against each other, having made love after finding their way to the bedroom from the bathroom. Oscar’s hand lay on Noah’s stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles through the patch of hair that led to his belly button. He’d thought Oscar was asleep, he’d been so silent. Noah had teased him about how he’d need to get used to being around someone so quiet. Oscar had just laughed and gone back to stroking his belly.
“Can I get you anything? Water, juice, something to eat?”
Oscar raised his head slowly, propping himself up on his left elbow and leaving his right arm draped over Noah’s stomach. Noah thought he looked even more handsome with his hair tousled and his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lidded like they were. “No, I’m good.”
“What an opening,” Noah teased as he scooted down to lie on his side, face to face with his new boyfriend. “You’re more than just good, Oscar.”
Oscar swatted playfully at Noah’s chest and smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever blushed so much in my life.”
“I think it’s my favorite look of yours,” Noah said and leaned in for a kiss. He’d meant it to be a quick, gentle kiss, but he failed. Wrapping his arm around Oscar’s waist, he pushed himself forward some more until he was able to roll Oscar onto his back, lying atop him, his knees pushing in between Oscar’s long legs. “I’m so glad you asked to stay.”
“Me too,” Oscar said as his hands found their way to caress and stroke the sensitive skin of Noah’s back. “I was afraid you’d say no.”
“What can I say? I was weak. I was powerless before your charisma,” Noah said and lowered his lips to kiss and nibble at Oscar’s neck and ears.
“Hmmm,” Oscar whispered against Noah’s ear. “That will come in handy for me, then.”
Noah stopped his ministrations to Oscar’s neck and looked at him. “Anything you want. Anything.”
With a swiftness that shouldn’t have surprised him, Noah found himself flipped onto his back, their positions reversed. He felt the thickening erection align itself with his, his mind dismissing its immediate reaction to how inadequate his cock must seem beside Oscar’s. “Anything?” Oscar’s eyes gleamed with mischief and promise.
“I really like this side of you, you know.” Noah reached between them and took both cocks into his hand, his hand not quite making it all the way around both. “You name it and I’ll do it.” Noah stroked once, mesmerized by the look that ghosted over his lover’s face. “You are so sexy.”
“That’s what I was just thinking,” Oscar said and then opened his eyes, all traces of lust gone. “About you, though, not me.”
Noah laughed and put his hand to the back of Oscar’s neck, pulling him down for another scorching kiss. “I knew what you meant,” he said, laughing, when he pulled his lips from Oscar’s. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want to… work… toward… fucking you.” Oscar blushed again. “I want to be inside you… eventually.”
“Can you reach that drawer?” Noah pointed over his shoulder without taking his eyes from Oscar’s face.
Oscar said nothing and reached the drawer with ease. Noah schooled his laughter when he saw the blush deepen.
“It’s been a while, but if we use those, I think I’d love to help you with that particular wish.”
Oscar rose to his knees and sat back, one dildo in each hand. “They feel so real,” he whispered as he examined the two sex toys. “I always had to bottom because Marcus couldn’t relax enough to take me in.”
Noah was touched that Oscar had shared that. “Officially, I’m a top too, but… with you….”
Oscar suddenly laughed, his hands landing on his thighs. “Aren’t we the perfect pair, then.” Oscar lifted both dildos up to chest height and raised his eyebrows. “Which one do we start with?”
Noah reached beside him and found the lube just where he’d left it after he’d made love to Oscar, still undone when he thought about how hot and tight he’d felt around Noah’s dick. Even with a condom on, Noah had never felt anything so incredibly erotic. “Why don’t we try Oscar Junior there,” Noah said and pointed to the smaller dildo in his lover’s left hand.
“Junior? Is that what we’ll call it?” Oscar laughed and handed the larger dildo to Noah. “What are we calling that one, then?”
“We’ll worry about that next week… when we’ll need it.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?” Oscar suddenly looked panicked.
Noah scrambled quickly to his knees and wrapped his arms around his lover. “Yes,” he said before kissing Oscar senseless.
“Lie on your back,” Oscar groaned when Noah squeezed his hefty erection. “Tell me if I go too far.”
Noah did as he was told and lay on his back, his hands behind his knees, breathing in and out and forcing himself to relax. He watched with rapt attention as Oscar slicked the dildo with the lube and knee-walked his way toward Noah, his huge dick swinging between his own legs. Oscar stretched out on his stomach and began by licking and kissing Noah’s hole.
Noah’s head fell back against the sheets, his eyes rolling back in his head. He breathed when Oscar reminded him, feeling Oscar’s big hand come up to settle on his belly, petting and caressing. It seemed to last for hours, the licking and kissing and sucking and probing. Noah was panting like a dog by the time he felt the cool head of the dildo pushing against his entrance.
“Wait,” Noah said, gasping. He rolled over and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, looking behind him as Oscar got to his knees and made his way over.
Oscar sat back on his heels while he teased and probed Noah’s hole with the dildo, his free hand caressing and stroking over Noah’s back and ass cheeks. “Such a beautiful ass, Noah.” Noah closed his eyes as the head of the dildo pushed past the ring of muscle. Oscar held it there for a moment while he rose so that he was beside Noah, his free arm wrapping around his waist, stroking and petting while he pushed the dildo forward a little more. “Such a beautiful man.”
“Oscar,” Noah sighed as he imagined that it was really Oscar impaling him and not the dildo. “Feels so incredible.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you… feel you come while I’m still inside you.”
“Fuck,” Noah hissed and let his forehead fall to his forearms. He felt the dildo easing out of him slowly, and then it was gone completely.
“Do you trust me?”
Noah felt the emptiness replaced by Oscar’s fingers. “Yes, yes,” he panted against the sheets. Then, just as suddenly as they’d appeared, the fingers were gone. He felt the bed bouncing as Oscar got off of it. He looked around him quickly and saw Oscar rifling through his backpack, Noah assumed for Oscar-sized condoms.
“Come here, then.”
Noah felt Oscar’s warm hand pressing against his chest. When he rose and turned around, Oscar was lying on his back, his hand stroking his enormous latex-sheathed erection. “Lower yourself onto it… as much as you can.”
Noah wanted to ask about the plan with the dildo but said nothing as he moved to straddle Oscar’s slim hips. As if reading his mind, Oscar said, “I was jealous of a dildo.”
Noah laughed and felt himself clench. “Don’t make me laugh!”
“Sorry,” Oscar muttered sheepishly.
Noah took hold of Oscar’s cock and pushed the head against his hole. He breathed in and out several times and then lowered himself slowly, his whole body on fire when he felt the head breach his entrance. “Fucking hell, Oscar.” Noah grunted when he felt the bulbous head throbbing inside the condom, inside him.
Noah could tell that Oscar was dying to thrust, but he didn’t. He h
ad his hands on Noah’s thighs, stroking and caressing until one hand finally encircled Noah’s erection. Noah felt himself relax even more and lowered himself a little bit more, wondering if he would ever be ready to have that enormous cock pressing against his prostate. He couldn’t help but imagine that it would be an incredible feeling to have that cock everywhere at once.
The thought must have caused Noah to clench. “Oh, Jesus, Noah, that feels so fucking incredible.”
So much for not swearing during sex, Noah thought to himself as he continued to move slowly up and down the thick shaft. “I’m going to come if you keep stroking my dick.”
Oscar didn’t say anything, only increased the pressure he was exerting on Noah’s cock.
“You evil, evil man,” Noah said when he realized that Oscar wanted Noah to come so his muscle would clamp down over the head of his own cock. “Want me to come on your cock?”
Oscar didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes; Noah thought he might have sensed that Noah was close, which he was.
“Thumb the slit,” Noah sighed, his orgasm rocketing through him after Oscar began to tease his slit.
“Jesus, Noah,” Oscar grunted.
Noah looked down to see jets of cum shooting onto Oscar’s chest, the sight of which he found intensely erotic. He fell forward, his hands braced on Oscar’s muscular chest, riding out the last few seconds of his orgasm while he moved up and down on Oscar’s cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. “Do you want to move?”
“Don’t want to hurt you, Noah.”
“Move.” Noah grunted as he took even more of Oscar inside him. “If it hurts, I’ll stop.”
Noah felt himself impaled as Oscar worked to get enough friction to orgasm. “Hold still… right there, yeah.” Oscar snapped his hips a little, forcing his cock further into Noah’s ass. They groaned together as Oscar pulled out a little and then pushed back in gently. “Close, Noah.”
Noah gritted his teeth as Oscar thrust in and out a few more times, going a little bit further each time. Noah felt the muscular chest flex under his hands, saw the muscles of Oscar’s neck tighten. “Love your face when you come, baby.”
“Fuck!” Oscar cried out, and Noah felt the throbbing inside of him, felt the heat of Oscar’s spunk fill the condom.
Noah stayed atop the muscled chest until he felt Oscar soften and fall out of him.
“How do you feel?” Oscar was stroking his back and neck.
“Incredible,” Noah said and looked up into Oscar’s eyes. “I can’t believe how much self-control you have. I would have been thrusting to beat the band.”
“It would have been great for me, sure, but for you….” Oscar didn’t finish the sentence, but Noah understood.
Noah shook his head and smiled. “You’re amazing,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.
“You’re repeating yourself,” Oscar said as he rolled them on their sides, chuckling when Noah reached down to remove and tie off the condom.
“I NOTICED during the tour last night that you have a degree in education,” Oscar stated as he sat at the table, waiting for Noah to sit down and eat breakfast.
Noah put the skillet in the sink and filled it with hot water so it would be easier to wash the remains of the bacon and eggs he’d cooked for their second meal together. “I used to be a teacher,” he said as he sat beside Oscar at the small kitchen table, hoping that he didn’t sound as uneasy as he felt.
“Really?”
“In a different lifetime, yes.”
“But you work in computers now.” It wasn’t really a question, and Noah knew that he would eventually have to tell Oscar about why he had left the profession, not to mention why he would be helping his neighbor and former lover.
“Yes,” Noah said, pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate, not really hungry for anything but the knowledge that Oscar’s feelings wouldn’t change once he learned the truth. He’d grown used to the feeling that he could just forget about the whole incident, that he would never have to tell anyone because he would never let anyone in again. But then, he had had no way of knowing that he would ever meet someone as wonderful as Oscar. “There’s a story there,” Noah said, trying for levity.
Oscar said nothing at first, only reaching across the small space in between their hands and curling his strong fingers around Noah’s. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” Oscar said as he squeezed Noah’s hand. “I’m sorry for raising a sensitive subject.”
Noah felt like crying when he saw the look of understanding and compassion in this gentle man’s face. “I, uh,” Noah started but then stopped. “There was a girl in one of my math classes… a grade-twelve girl. She had this plan to make it seem as if I’d raped her.” Noah almost choked on the words. Anger coursed through him again as if he’d only experienced this event yesterday instead of six years ago. “She stole the keys of another teacher and had her boyfriend… they met each other in one of the maintenance rooms. After, she, uh, told this same teacher that I’d…. I was arrested and taken out of the school in handcuffs….” Noah felt Oscar’s other hand move to cup his jaw, his thumb wiping away tears that he didn’t even know he’d shed. Still, Oscar said nothing. “Everyone saw me like that and….”
“I can’t imagine what that must have been like.” Oscar took Noah’s hand in both of his, his touch safe and calming. “Pardon my language, Noah, but they must have had their heads up their asses to think you could do something like that.”
“I’m sure many of them knew I hadn’t, but there were a few who were hoping I had, I guess.” Noah squeezed Oscar’s hand and brought his other hand to caress Oscar’s wrist. “I couldn’t go back after they exonerated me. I couldn’t.” Noah looked into Oscar’s eyes and found solace. He wanted to tell him everything, but he didn’t really want to talk about all of it anymore. Not the feeling of being in jail, of being fingerprinted, of being labeled as a sex offender. Nor did he want to burden Oscar with the many questions he still had no answers for, like how Paul could have thought him capable of anything like that. He knows I’m gay, Noah thought again, just as he had while in the jail cell and when speaking to Aiden and almost every day since.
“They didn’t deserve you anyway.” Oscar smiled for him, and Noah found himself smiling as well, completely undone by how compassionate his new lover was.
“You’re amazing,” Noah said, feeling the tension that the memory never failed to create in him ease out of his shoulders and stomach.
“You’re going to spoil me if you keep telling me that.” Oscar slowly removed his hands and took up his plate and Noah’s, the cold and congealed food mostly untouched. “How about I do the dishes while you get ready, and then I’ll take you out for a nice brunch?”
“I am feeling rather hungry now,” Noah said, rising from the table and collecting the remaining dishes. “I promise I won’t spoil brunch.” Noah deposited his items in the sink and turned to Oscar. “How about a nice long, hot shower while these soak?”
Oscar laughed and hugged Noah, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “You are spoiling me, you know. You may never get rid of me now.”
“Promise?”
As the dishes soaked in the sink, Noah and Oscar found themselves in the shower, slick with soap as they washed and discovered even more things about each other. Noah discovered how much Oscar enjoyed having his hair washed and his scalp massaged. Oscar discovered how sensitive the backs of Noah’s knees were. Most importantly for Noah, he discovered a new use for the strange little bench that had been installed as part of the shower.
The hot water tapped its irregular rhythm against Oscar’s muscular back as he knelt between Noah’s legs, his lips and tongue exploring and licking, his teeth teasing and nipping every inch of flesh. Oscar had inserted first one, then two fingers and, unlike the water, was keeping a very consistent rhythm of tapping Noah’s prostate while taking his cock down to the root and then driving Noah crazy with exquisite suction. Noah was reduce
d to nothing more than grunts and groans while his eyes feasted on the sight of how earnest and attentive his lover was.
Even when it came to sex, Noah could see that Oscar would be unerringly sedulous, and that particular thought made Noah want to wrap them up in bed and never leave the loft again. His burgeoning feelings for this man, the feelings of wanting to care for him and protect him, had confused and frightened him at first. But as Oscar explored and brought Noah close to orgasm, Noah knew that he had finally found the man he was meant to love. He had no reason to be afraid of that. None at all.
“Oscar, now, off,” Noah panted when he recognized that gloriously agonizing feeling zip up and down his spine. He watched Oscar’s playful eyes look up to his as he pulled off Noah’s cock, moving to lick and fondle the tight ball sac with his hot tongue. It was all Noah needed, and he yelled out Oscar’s name as his orgasm ripped through him, his eyes closing instinctively. He rode out wave after wave, Oscar’s strong hand milking him for all he was worth.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the thick milky liquid splattered all over his chest and abdomen, as well as on Oscar’s face and freshly washed hair. He pulled the quiet man toward him and kissed him soundly, his tongue lapping up his own seed, suddenly overcome with a desire to be everything to this man.
Noah stood and turned their bodies so that Oscar would be sitting on the little bench, quieting Oscar’s protests that they would surely run out of hot water soon by explaining that he’d timed it once and they had at least twenty minutes left. The grin of satisfaction that his answer brought to Oscar’s swollen lips sent Noah’s libido into overdrive.
He went slowly at first, his mouth working around the head as one hand fondled and massaged Oscar’s low-hanging balls and the other probed and prepared his entrance. As he listened to the desire and yearning in Oscar’s voice, Noah took more and more of the length into his mouth, relaxing the back of his throat. His hands continued their attentions, two fingers working their way past the tight ring of muscle toward Oscar’s bundle of nerves. When he began to tap it, Oscar’s hips snapped up and pushed the engorged cock further into Noah’s mouth. Noah gagged but put a hand on Oscar’s chest, calming him and stopping the apologies.
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