Oscar grunted one final time, and Noah leaned backward, his back and shoulders coming to rest on the surface of the desk while he used his legs, wrapped around his lover’s waist, to pull him even closer. Oscar pushed his hips forward again and again, making Noah cry out as the glorious feeling of being filled mixed with the overwhelming sight of watching Oscar let go completely.
Noah watched as Oscar’s eyes opened slowly, eventually focusing on his flushed body lying on top of the desk. Noah opened his arms and smiled when his lover fell into them, their sweaty torsos perfectly aligned. Noah put his hands on either side of Oscar’s handsome face and began placing loving kisses wherever he could reach, laughing when Oscar could only whimper his approval.
“Love you, Noah Lowe, love you, love you, love you.” Oscar reached out his hands and placed them on either side of his lover’s face. “You’re amazing.”
“I love you too, Oscar,” Noah said, his smile replaced with a look of utter contentment. “My beautiful, quiet, horny, filthy-mouthed man with a heart of gold.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to show my face around here again,” Oscar said as he stood momentarily to remove the condom and toss it in the garbage can near his legs. “I’m sure they probably heard us next door.”
“Well, even if they did, you’re not going to see me embarrassed about it,” Noah said as he sat up and reached out for Oscar. He pulled him close, his hands wandering and skimming all over the sweaty body, unable to get enough of this man. “I’ll yell it from the stage from now on. ‘I love Oscar Reynolds and he loves me. Me!’”
“With every fucking fiber of my fucking exhausted body!”
Noah laughed and jumped off the desk, pulling Oscar with him as he fell to the sofa. Noah lay beside his man and reached out to continue caressing and stroking. He looked over, finally, quite sure that Oscar would see the mischief in his eyes. “You know,” Noah said in a whisper, “I do have other fantasies about you.”
Oscar kissed him gently on the lips and fell back on the sofa, luxuriating in Noah’s caresses. “Can I rest up first, or do I need to go get some Viagra?”
“Baby,” Noah purred, “something tells me you’ll never need to worry about that.” Noah pushed himself off the sofa and placed himself between Oscar’s legs, his hands and mouth coaxing Oscar back to life.
Oscar sighed and covered his eyes with his forearm. “God help me,” he muttered as he felt his growing erection swallowed by the exquisite heat of Noah’s mouth.
Epilogue
NOAH rinsed the glasses and the wine goblets and placed them on the tea towel. He really hadn’t anticipated so many of his coworkers coming to the housewarming. He figured that everyone from the club that Oscar had invited would show, but his own coworkers? He was touched and somewhat surprised by the support they’d shown him ever since they’d discovered that he was gay. It wasn’t one of Noah’s major fears, but the need for secrecy he’d felt during all his years at the high school was a hard habit to break, he’d discovered.
It was Jim, one of the technicians who worked with Noah, who had actually, inadvertently, started the whole ball rolling. He had not in any way outed Noah. It was actually just a small framed photograph that Noah had placed on his desk, near his phone, that had drawn Jim’s attention when he’d come in and sat down, prepared to discuss what was wrong with the daemon programming for the investment portfolio self-serve. For some reason, Jim sat in the chair closest to the door, putting him in the line of sight of the small photograph, the photograph that Aiden had taken on the occasion of Oscar and Noah’s six-month anniversary. Noah was leaning affectionately against Oscar, both men laughing as Noah reached over to kiss his lover’s rosy cheek.
To his credit, Jim made only one comment: “You two look very happy together.” And with that small declaration, Jim went back to discussing the daemon, and Noah’s secret was out.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
Noah felt Oscar’s strong arms wrap around his waist, his lips hovering near his ear. “You startled me,” Noah said, his hand reaching up to caress his lover’s face. “I’m almost done with the glasses.”
“I turned around to plant a big one-year anniversary kiss on you and almost got Aiden instead.”
“I don’t think his husband would have liked that,” Noah said, laughing as Oscar spun him around and kissed him quickly on the lips. Noah brought his hands back up to caress Oscar’s handsome face. “Happy anniversary, Mr. Reynolds.”
“Happy anniversary, Mr. Lowe.” Oscar leaned forward, and this time, the kiss was gentle but insistent. Oscar pulled away and looked into Noah’s eyes. “Here,” Oscar said as he took up another tea towel and a glass and started drying. “I’ll help you.”
“You should go back out there, mingle with your friends. I’ll be out there in a couple of minutes.”
“I don’t mind the break, to tell you the truth.” Oscar finished with one glass and took another. “I’m not a big crowd kind of person. And I thought if I came in here to help, I’d finally get you all to myself.”
“You’ll be glad to hear that I’ve reserved some time for you later on tonight,” Noah said as he took up the last glass and leaned in for a quick kiss.
“I checked the box the other day,” Oscar said, depositing the dried glasses onto a large teak tray. Noah raised an eyebrow and Oscar finished his thought. “I found another coupon for a back rub.”
“I can’t believe you still have any left.” Noah took up the tray and started for the living room, turning his back so that Oscar wouldn’t see the stupid grin on his face.
“You know,” Oscar said, coming up behind him and kissing his neck, “I could have sworn that they were all gone months ago.”
Noah turned his head, and Oscar kissed his cheek. “That is strange.” Noah knew that Oscar had figured it out months ago. “Perhaps the box is magic? New coupons just keep appearing.”
“I’ll buy that,” Oscar said, offering Noah a wink and then taking the tray from him. Noah just stood there, watching his man walk away. Was there anything more beautiful and sensual than a perfect ass in a pair of thin, silky dress pants? Noah had tried to think of something else but always came up with the same answer: Oscar’s ass in dress pants is the only thing that has ever made me lose all focus instantly.
He shook his head and followed his lover into their living room. Noah still had trouble thinking of it as theirs. He’d only been living with Oscar for the past week, but in some ways, it felt like they’d been living together forever. Of course, that was probably due to the fact that they were rarely apart. Oscar had surprised him at their private celebration of their eleven-month anniversary with a very small box. Noah had opened it to find a set of house keys on a keychain engraved with their initials.
Noah had looked into Oscar’s eyes and seen such love and devotion that he’d been unable to hold back his tears. Of course they were tears of joy and happiness, but Noah felt as if he’d ruined Oscar’s beautiful present. Noah had wasted no time in putting his loft on the market, taking the first offer and arranging for the movers. And on moving day, he’d even bid farewell to Paul and Tim, wishing them much happiness during their life together.
The cycle was complete. Noah had moved into the loft because he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. And on moving day, he was leaving because he couldn’t imagine living there without Oscar. The most surprising development in his relationship with Oscar was the day he realized that he liked the quiet and the solitude of living out in the suburbs. The neighbors, the backyard, the peace and tranquility were just what he needed, just what he wanted now.
He headed into the living room and sat beside his best friend, leaning down to accept an affectionate kiss on the cheek from Aiden.
“The party is a huge success, sweetums,” Aiden gushed. “I’m so happy for you, No-uhms.”
Noah took Aiden’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “And I am because of you. You’re a wonderful matchmaker.”
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That is my mission,” Aiden said and turned to look at his husband, Martin. “Everyone should find what we’ve all found.”
“Amen,” Oscar said as he sneaked up behind Noah. Turning to Aiden, Oscar said, “I didn’t know you set us up.”
“I didn’t. I just happened to mention your name as someone worth getting to know.”
“And he was right,” Noah said, wrapping his arm around Oscar.
“Now that my work here is done,” Aiden said as he stood and looked at Martin, “we have to get Martin home to bed.” Aiden held out his hand to his husband and looked over at Noah and Oscar. “Martin has a very important meeting tomorrow.” He lowered his voice and darted his eyes between Noah and Oscar. “The bank is making the big announcement tomorrow. Martin is going to be the new Chief Risk Officer.” Aiden looked up at his husband and fairly glowed with pride.
“Congratulations, Martin,” Oscar said and stepped forward, his hand extended.
“Yes, congratulations,” Noah offered and extended his hand as well.
“Thank you,” Martin said as he shook Oscar’s hand then Noah’s. “It’s quite exciting. We’ll be having a little get-together to celebrate when we get back from Toronto next week. We’d love it if you’ll both come.”
“Of course they’ll come,” Aiden said as he leaned forward and kissed Noah and then Oscar. “Thank you, darlings, for a wonderful evening.” Aiden leaned into his husband again and took his hand, turning back to Noah. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Noah figured that the phone call would be to tell him that Martin’s new position meant a move to Toronto. Aiden had been hinting at it for weeks. Noah was still quite conflicted about the whole announcement. He loved seeing Aiden happy and married—something Aiden had sworn would never happen—but he was also going to miss him terribly. As he did with most things, Noah had mentioned his suspicions to Oscar, the older man promising frequent visits and plenty of Skype time.
They walked Aiden and Martin out to the street and waved good-bye as the car pulled away. “It’s amazing what changes a year brings.”
“It certainly is,” Oscar said as he put his arm around Noah’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “Imagine what kind of changes we’ll see in the next thirty.”
About the Author
When D.W. MARCHWELL is not teaching future generations the wonders of science, he can usually be found hiking, writing, riding horses, trying new recipes, or searching for and lovingly restoring discarded antique furniture. A goofy and incurable romantic, D.W. admits that his stories are inspired by actual events and that he has a soft spot for those where boy not only meets boy but also turns out to be boy’s soul mate. After almost fifteen years of working his way across Canada, D.W. has finally found the perfect place to live at the foot of the Canadian Rockies. He still can’t believe how lucky he is, and, as his grandmother taught him, counts his blessings every day.
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