A Still, Small Voice

by D. W. Marchwell

  Noah returned his hand to Oscar’s sensitive ball sac, finding that it was beginning to pull up. He continued to take a bit more but found he could only manage about three quarters; the angle wasn’t a good one. He made a mental note to try a sixty-nine tonight.

  “Noah,” Oscar panted, and Noah could feel Oscar’s hands tugging at his hair and ears. Noah wanted to stay where he was so he could taste Oscar, feel the powerful throb of that beautiful dick as it gave up its cargo. But he released it and replaced his mouth with his hand, focusing on the bulbous head, his thumb swiping several times over the slit before he saw the geyser, before he heard the curse words coming from the quiet and gentle man.

  They had enough time to rinse each other off one last time before the hot water began to lose its heat. Despite their best efforts, they didn’t make it to brunch, ending up back in the bedroom, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Eleven

  NOAH and Oscar had been inseparable since that first night, spending every evening of the past two weeks together. Noah found himself heading to the club after work, even if he wasn’t performing. He would go in through the back way, depositing a note under the windshield wiper of Oscar’s car as he passed it, and then find his boyfriend in his office. They would chat for a minute or two until one of them found he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. They’d always stopped short of undressing or going any further than some heavy petting; Noah appreciated the professional image that Oscar wanted to keep at work. It was one of the things he so admired about this shy, quiet, adorable man. It was one of the reasons he knew he’d fallen for Oscar, and fallen very hard.

  Each night, they would spend hours in the bedroom, or the shower, or the tub, learning even more about what pleased the other. There weren’t always words to be spoken, except for when Oscar would make one of his romantic and endearing observations. He was, without a doubt, the most positive and upbeat person Noah had ever met. And Noah basked in it as often as he could.

  And the sex? Oscar was still taking his time, moving slowly so that he would not hurt Noah, but for his part, Noah was making serious progress on taking Oscar’s entire length inside of him. They would spend hours playing with dildos and fingers until Noah begged Oscar to fuck him. Oscar was still a little too tentative for Noah’s liking, but it was one of the many reasons he was growing to love this man with all of his heart. Oscar would thrust deeper and deeper one or two times, but if Noah made a face or made any noise other than the ones Oscar had come to recognize as indicating Noah’s pleasure, he would pull out until he could just maintain contact with Noah’s prostate until they were both riding out their own orgasms. And that was one of the other things that Noah loved about Oscar: his self-control was so total and absolute that he always held his own orgasm until he could come with Noah.

  On this particular Monday, Noah finished early at work and decided to surprise his lover with an impromptu visit, although Noah wasn’t really sure how impromptu it would be, since he was sure Oscar had come to expect him coming to the club to visit; he’d been there every day after work for the past two weeks.

  He deposited another little note under the windshield of Oscar’s car and headed inside, not surprised at all to find the quiet man alone at his desk, his fingers moving furiously over the keyboard. “Inventory?” Noah smiled when he saw Oscar’s stern look of concentration melt to be replaced with a broad smile and a little chuckle.

  “What else?” Oscar stood and stretched his back, moving toward Noah and wrapping his arms around him. “You’re spoiling me again, coming here every day.”

  “No, I’m spoiling myself.” Noah pulled himself against Oscar’s body, letting out a sigh when he felt Oscar’s warm lips nibbling and kissing his neck.

  “You know that stalker I told you about?”

  “The one who’s leaving all those notes on your car?”

  “Yeah, that’s the one.” Oscar swung them in a lazy half circle while he looked into Noah’s eyes. Noah could tell Oscar enjoyed this little game. “I don’t understand why he doesn’t sign his name. I mean, he sounds really handsome and intelligent and—”

  “I’m sure he is,” Noah interrupted. “But maybe he has some intimacy issues or he has some horrible secret to hide.”

  “Oh… right,” Oscar said, his brow furrowing. “I guess I’ll just stick with you, then.” Oscar seemed to be teasing. Noah slapped playfully at the tight ass, leaving his hand there to caress the same spot through the silky fabric of Oscar’s dress slacks. “Ouch,” Oscar whined and gave Noah a bear hug.

  “Will I see you tonight?”

  “All of me, yes, for sure,” Oscar replied as he loosened his grip on Noah and brought their lips together. “I’ll call before I come over. Probably be sometime before nine, I should think.”

  “Okay,” Noah said and pulled Oscar against him. After kissing him soundly, without tongue this time, he took a step back to appreciate the view. Oscar was wearing dark green trousers and a white shirt with a beautiful silk tie in a purple-and-green checkerboard pattern. “So very sexy, Mr. Reynolds.”

  “You’d better leave before I decide I don’t care about taking you right here, right now,” Oscar teased as he stepped toward Noah.

  “If you’re waiting for me to complain or stop you—”

  “And you think I’m evil?”

  Noah reached out and caressed Oscar’s cheek before lowering his hand and finding Oscar semi-erect. He didn’t resist when Oscar grabbed his wrist gently and pulled it away. “I guess it’s hard for you to hide that thing when you’re wearing dress pants, huh?”

  “Or jeans… even a snowsuit won’t work,” Oscar said with a laugh and leaned forward to kiss Noah lips.

  “It is beautiful,” Noah sighed. “And I’m not even a size queen. Although I must admit that your hands drive me crazy.”

  “Now go.” Oscar turned Noah around and slapped his ass. “Before you get me in trouble.”

  Noah offered a playful pout and headed out the way he’d come in. He got home just before four and decided to change and then walk three blocks north to the little Japanese specialty restaurant and get something special to feed Oscar when he arrived. He’d discovered that Oscar was especially fond of sushi, yaki onigiri, simmered daikon, and satsumaimo salad. Except for sushi, Noah had never heard of these foods before he’d let Oscar into his life. And if it meant keeping him, Noah could handle some raw fish now and then, especially since it seemed to bring out a certain animalistic quality by the time Oscar was naked and wanting. Noah had even become quite fond of some of the dishes he’d tried. In fact, he couldn’t get enough of one dish called korokke, which were just the Japanese version of croquettes.

  Noah parked in his tiny little garage behind the converted warehouse and dashed to his loft to change and then head out to fetch a few of Oscar’s favorite foods. He’d changed into his jeans and decided against a jacket, since the weather was becoming warmer and warmer each day, then headed out his front door.

  “Noah?”

  He looked over from his door to see Paul standing in front of his own with a few grocery bags. “Oh, shit, I forgot,” Noah said, slapping his own forehead. “I’ll call him and reschedule,” Noah said as he pocketed his keys and headed for the front door.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Your lawyer,” Noah said, a little confused. “I had a meeting with him today.”

  “No, your meeting is tomorrow… at half-past four,” Paul corrected and balanced the grocery bags on his knee while he tried to unlock the door.

  Noah reached out and took the bags so Paul could open the door. “Thank God,” Noah said, feeling relieved. “Can’t wait to get this over with.” Noah realized how that must have sounded. “Sorry,” he said as he entered the loft behind Paul and walked to the kitchen to place the bags on the counter.

  “It’s okay,” Paul said with a smile. “I appreciate you being so willing to help out.”

  “Yeah, well,” Noah said
, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. “I never did like Cherie.”

  “Don’t say that in front of her lawyer, will ya?” Paul laughed, and Noah felt like slugging him.

  “Right,” Noah huffed, “like I’m that stupid.”

  Paul reached out for Noah’s shoulder but then backed away when he saw Noah retreat. “I didn’t mean it that way,” Paul said.

  Noah could tell that the conversation wasn’t going to get any better. He felt an inexplicable need to head back to the club. I’ll be safe as long as I never leave Oscar’s side again. It was a silly thought, but it made Noah feel better immediately. He waved a hand at Paul, thinking he should apologize. “Don’t worry about it.” That was as close as Noah could come to a sincere apology. “I’ll see you around.”

  “My son is spending the week with me,” Paul said suddenly, a little too loudly. “One of Cherie’s concessions to try and show that she’s not a total monster, I guess.” Paul chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Don’t say that in front of him,” Noah teased and waved again. “Enjoy your visit, Paul.” Noah walked through the door and into the hallway, feeling sad for Paul all of a sudden without really knowing why. He’d always known Cherie was a supreme bitch and was probably only marrying Paul because she knew she could get something out of it, but he’d never imagined she’d use her own child like this. Noah couldn’t help the feeling that this situation was a little more complicated than Paul was making it sound.

  As he exited the building and headed to get some food for his dinner with Oscar, Noah decided not to think about Paul or his problems until he was in the lawyer’s office the next day. Tonight, like every other night this week, would be all about him and Oscar.

  “I’M SURE my neighbors must be starting to wonder what’s happened to me,” Oscar said, laughing, as he helped Noah clear the table. “I received a frantic message from the elderly lady who lives next door to me.” Oscar leaned against the counter, his biceps straining against the thin cotton of his white shirt. “She was worried that something had happened to me since the grass is getting so long.”

  “But you told me you cut it on Saturday,” Noah said as he placed the dinner dishes in the dishwasher.

  “Last Saturday,” Oscar said. “It’s been over a week now, and I’ve never let it go that long without cutting it.”

  “Well, then, how about we spend some time at your house?” Noah suggested, drying his hands on the tea towel. “We’ll take care of the lawn and maybe deliver some cookies to that sweet lady who’s so worried about you.”

  “Mrs. Komarniski,” Oscar said as he opened his arms to Noah. “She was the first neighbor to come and welcome Marcus and me to the neighborhood. She’s a very sweet lady. She was very worried about me after I lost Marcus so suddenly. Calling and coming over with meals and treats.”

  “She sounds wonderful,” Noah said. He pressed his lips to Oscar’s, the kiss chaste and gentle.

  “How’s tomorrow, then?” Oscar put his arm over Noah’s shoulders and guided him to the bedroom. “I’ll come and pick you up after work, and we can go and take care of the grass and maybe stop in to take her some treats.”

  “What a good idea. You picking me up after work,” Noah cooed. “I wish I’d thought of that.”

  “She’s going to adore you,” Oscar said as they reached the bedroom. “She’ll be very happy to see that I’ve found someone.”

  “I can’t wait,” Noah said as a thought dawned on him. “Hey,” he said, pulling away slightly. “You know about my family, but I’ve never asked you about yours.”

  “I have a brother who lives in Toronto. He’s married and has two sons. My parents are both still alive and living in Saskatchewan, where I’m from.”

  “I figured there was some explanation for your incredible physique.”

  “You’re such a flirt,” Oscar said, his hands moving to untuck Noah’s shirt. “You should have seen me in high school. I couldn’t keep the girls away.”

  “When did you come out?”

  “When I met Marcus,” Oscar replied, his hands moving under Noah’s shirt, caressing and stroking just the way Noah liked. He shivered and pulled himself closer to Oscar’s warm body. “About sixteen years ago now.”

  “That would have made you… twenty-one, right?”

  Instead of answering him, Oscar pulled the shirt off over Noah’s head, taking a few seconds to throw it over the back of the chair beside the dresser. Oscar’s head dipped, and Noah hissed when he felt the tongue licking and laving first one nipple and then the other. Without really knowing when it had happened, Noah found that his pants were around his ankles and his erection was being stroked and caressed by those big farmer’s hands. Noah had never realized that he had a thing for farmers, but then, he hadn’t known until now that Oscar had been raised on a farm.

  Oscar brought his head up, one hand still kneading Noah’s cock, the other pinching at his nipples, and claimed Noah’s mouth in a fiery, aggressive kiss. Then, as he felt both hands on his chest, Noah was suddenly tumbling backward onto the bed. He reached up with his hands, wanting to be skin to skin with Oscar, but Oscar straddled his hips and pinned his arms to the bed. “I wanted to thank you for dinner.” Oscar’s voice was quiet, as usual, but husky and full of promise.

  The feel of Oscar’s silky dress slacks against his hips and the sight of a fully dressed, aroused Oscar had Noah panting in no time. He tried to move his hands, but Oscar only increased the pressure. Noah finally gave up and allowed Oscar to thank him.

  Oscar’s mouth came down on his, their tongues finding each other almost immediately. Oscar pulled his head away slightly, and Noah sighed, knowing what was coming next. Their lips were not touching, but their tongues were still flicking against one another, still licking and laving. It had seemed strange to Noah the first time Oscar had done it, but now, knowing how aroused and horny it made Oscar, Noah groaned and whimpered as he felt only Oscar’s tongue against his. After a few moments, Oscar dipped his head back down and claimed Noah’s lips, finally releasing his arms.

  Noah was so frantic to have a naked Oscar on him that his hands went immediately to pull the white shirt off and then to the button and zipper of the dress pants. His hands were empty when Oscar got off the bed and stood, removing his pants and boxers and socks. Noah sat up, pushing himself to the edge of the bed, his hands reaching around Oscar’s slim hips to grasp that beautiful ass. He pulled Oscar toward him, taking the head of his semi-hard cock into his mouth. His hands kneaded and squeezed the bubble butt as he moved his tongue to take as much of Oscar as he could.

  “I’m supposed to be thanking you,” Oscar panted, his hands losing themselves in Noah’s hair.

  “You are,” Noah said as he came up for some air. Noah stood up and guided Oscar to the bed, on his back, and then positioned his body for a sixty-nine. Since Noah had discovered that this was the perfect position to take almost all of Oscar’s huge erection, he’d become insatiable.

  He heard Oscar grunt as his cock disappeared slowly into Noah’s salivating mouth. Noah relaxed his throat and took it as far as he could, willing himself to go a little further than last time. “Jesus Christ, Noah,” Oscar panted as he pulled off Noah’s cock and used his hand to stroke while he inserted two fingers into Noah’s ass.

  Noah didn’t really even care what was happening with his own dick, he was so intent on learning how to take all of Oscar, to give him even a little of the pleasure Noah had received from him. Oscar never complained, would never think of insisting on Noah doing more, and that was why Noah was so intent on doing just that. “God, baby,” Noah gasped when he came up for air. “No idea what you do to me.”

  Oscar said nothing but took Noah into his mouth again while his fingers worked themselves in and out of the tight hole, his fingers grazing Noah’s prostate once or twice. Noah took a break for a moment, using his hand at the base of Oscar’s cock to squeeze and pump while his tongue teased the slit and the glans. If Noah hadn’t b
een so aroused by the sensations coming at him from both ends, he probably would have laughed at how much saliva it took to keep a cock that large well-lubed.

  Noah eased himself out of Oscar’s mouth and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and the lube. He tore open the packet, extracted the condom, and rolled it on Oscar’s throbbing dick while he nuzzled the low-hanging balls with his mouth and tongue. He slicked the sheathed cock and then straddled Oscar’s hips, reaching behind himself to position the huge dick at his entrance.

  He closed his eyes and gasped as he felt Oscar exert his usual self-control and push in very slowly. He felt Oscar’s hand cup the back of his head and pull him down. “Love it when you kiss me and fuck me at the same time, baby.”

  “I know,” Oscar said as he pressed their mouths together. It seemed like only seconds before Oscar pulled away. Noah opened his eyes. Oscar was staring at him, his eyes hooded. “God, Noah, you’re so amazing, so beautiful.”

  Noah closed his eyes again and pushed backward, feeling, for the first time, the thick bush of pubic hair at the base of Oscar’s huge cock. He reached around himself again, his eyes searching for Oscar’s when his hand made contact with the heavy balls. “Move, please,” Noah sighed as Oscar realized what had just happened.

  “Fuck,” Oscar hissed, and Noah couldn’t help but notice that one syllable had somehow become five or six. “So fucking tight,” Oscar grunted as he moved his hips up and down, very slowly.

  “Feels fucking amazing, baby.” Noah leaned forward and yelled when Oscar pegged his gland. “There,” Noah panted. “Right there…. Fucking hell!” Noah yelled when Oscar repeated the move again and again.

  Oscar reached up and pulled Noah to him, their sweaty, hairy chests pressed together as Oscar’s lips took his again. Noah could not seem to kiss his lover, his mouth permanently in the form of an O, but then he felt that insistent tongue against his.