Splintered Hearts

Eight

Jamie

Noah . . . wants to kiss me.

My eyes graze over his soft pink mouth. It’s mine for the taking if I want. And fuck, do I want. Watching him look through my sketchbook wiggled something loose in me. Noah didn’t just look at my drawings, he absorbed them.

I like that.

When I was nineteen, Luci took me to a ballet. Watching the lead ballerina on stage I could feel her anger. She was brutal perfection, her movements calculated and precise, but I saw her face.

I felt it. She was miserable.

It had struck me hard. I wasn’t sure why. Then I went home that night and drew her. It was like Noah could feel her anger on the page too. Watching his emotions change with each drawing was magic.

And I’m going to kiss him.

Without overthinking, I lean down.

Fuck.

Noah smells sweet and warm, like vanilla. For a moment, we just touch lips—not moving, maybe afraid to move—my fingers still twisted in the soft sleeves of that sweater he’s wearing.

Breaking the non-kiss, he looks up at me. So beautiful. Noah’s tongue pokes out, swiping the seam of his lips. I follow the movement. I harden instantly, wanting to adjust myself. “Is that it?”

“Wha . . . what?”

“Are we done kissing?”

“Do... do you want us to be?” Was it bad? Fuck, it was terrible, right? I haven’t kissed another person in years. Of course it was terrible.

Noah searches my eyes, and fuck, I want to know what he sees that makes a smile split wide on his beautiful face. “Come here, Jamie.” His hands slide over my chest before gripping my shirt, pulling me down. I’m stunned. Then I moan. Noah kisses me twice as hard. Backing him up, I crowd him inside my arms. His hands go to my back.

Reality slaps me.

“What’s wrong?”

I don’t want to pull away, but... “Just keep them outside my shirt, okay? Please.” I’m not going to ruin the moment. I want this, but I couldn’t take his disgust. Although I wonder if he can feel them through my shirt. Fuck, I wish I’d kept the hoodie on.

“Of course.” His hands slip from my back only to grab my shirt, pulling me back down to him, and I push my tongue back inside his mouth. Noah makes a soft noise as I slide my barbell across his tongue. Wicked things come to mind as I picture what I could do with this piercing if Noah allowed it. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched, let alone kissed anyone, but I can’t for the life of me remember it being this good.

Ever.

Sin and honey. So sweet. Breathing becomes a chore. All I want is more. More of his taste, those sounds, his soft, pouty fucking mouth. I thought kissing him would douse the fire inside me. I was wrong. So, so wrong.

My hands travel tentatively down his back before I go for it, grabbing his ass. Noah moans against my lips, pressing tighter to me. “Go ahead.”

“Hold on to me.”

It’s the only warning I give before cupping the back of his knees and lifting him up. Noah’s arms wrap around my neck, his legs wrap around my waist. His fingers find my hair. Moving to my bed, my back aches, but pure adrenaline and lust are a better painkiller than most things.

I lay Noah down on the bed and he lifts his hips, rubbing against my cock, then pulls me back down and kisses down my throat. This doesn’t feel real, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like heaven.

His teeth scrape the tattoo on my neck—an outlined flower. “I want to lick and kiss every single one of these.” His words take a moment to sink in.

My arms cage Noah between them, and I feel my shirt slip up a bit, making me freeze. “Can we switch?” At least then my shirt won’t ride up.

“Say less.” Noah gets up, gently pushing me against the bed. Straddling my hips, he seats himself on my cock, leaning down to kiss me. If I thought I was in control before, I was dead wrong. Noah commands my attention, taking my lips as if he fucking owns me—kissing, licking, sucking on my tongue, while he slowly grinds his hips on my erection.

This is the first time I’ve ever really kissed a man. Hunter doesn’t count. That had felt clinical in a way that was terrible. This... this is... fuck, this is insane. Noah is just as soft and sweet as any girl I’ve been with. It feels different, but in the best way possible. This is so far from any fantasy I could have come up with. What would it be like to have him naked and writhing, with my head between his thighs? Sucking his cock. Listening to more of those sweet noises he’s making.

I deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth, my breath hitching every time our cocks slide together. If he keeps going I’ll come. It’s been so long since another person’s body made me feel this good, and most of the time, doing it myself isn’t worth the effort. Noah whimpers. “Do you taste this good everywhere?” Each place his fingers touch tingle. Those hands travel down, and down.

This naughty boy will be the death of me.

His hands rest at the band of my pants before flattening over the very prominent bulge inside my sweats. “Mmm, hello there.” He pulls back to look at me, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop. I don’t. Don’t think I could. His palm smooths over the ridge and my mind short-circuits. Noah’s tongue darts over his bottom lip and he gives me another slight squeeze. My eyes flutter shut. Fuck, it feels so good. “Can I?”

Fuck, at this moment, he can do anything.

Trying to form a coherent thought, I breathe heavily. I want this more than anything, but insecurity smacks me, making me soften a bit. Noah notices with a frown. The worst of my scars are on my chest and back—it would be okay. “We don’t have to.”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean.” Fuck I need to get a grip. “I just don’t want to take anything off completely.” That confuses him, but I’m not going to elaborate. It isn’t Noah’s business, and we probably won’t see each other after this. I don’t want to ruin it by letting Noah see... everything. Seeing his disgust would send me over the edge.

Noah looks behind him and then back to me. “We do this however you want, baby.”

Instead of pushing me, he agrees. That thought warms something in me; I don’t know why. Noah watches without breaking eye contact as his fingers slip inside to wrap around me and... fuuuck.

Fuckity fuck.

“Dripping.” Noah groans, giving my cock a squeeze.

I close my eyes, feeling him play with me under my sweats. I live here now. Right under, quite possibly, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. “Jesus Christ,” I slur.

Noah chuckles gently, raining kisses down my neck as he strokes my desperate cock. There’s not much room, but he makes it feel like the best fucking thing in the world. It’s not enough to make me come, but enough to make me fucking crazy.

“Nice and thick, mmf .” The whisper makes me shiver, his voice low and soft. “Can I see it, Jamie?” My name sounds so good coming from his lips. I want to make him moan it, scream it, sob it out while I make him come. “Let me see this gorgeous cock.” He gives me a slow stroke, and my hips punch up into his hand. I’m on the edge after only a few touches.

“Feels so so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Noah draws my earlobe between his teeth before kissing the side of my head. I love his weight on me, his lips kissing me. All of it just feels so damn good. Noah swipes his thumb over the head, dipping into my slit.

“Fuck—”

“You want to give me your dick? Make me moan?” Each husky word pushes me closer to the edge. Fuck, what would that be like? Sliding inside Noah’s tight ass. Watching him stretch around my cock.

“I’ve never—” Noah stills, looking down at me. “With a guy,” I rush out. “I’ve never hooked up with a guy.”

Noah’s fingers begin to slip out. “I don’t want to be an experiment.”

I catch his hand inside my pants, not letting him slip out more. “No. I just haven’t hooked up with a guy. I don’t give a shit about gender. Everyone knows, I don’t give a fuck. It’s just never happened.”

Noah calms slightly, and I wonder what past experience has made him so on edge about that. Later. Maybe. Probably not. After tonight I may not even see him again.

Noah kisses the tip of my nose. I like the gentle way he treats me. It isn’t what I expected at all. Most people look at my size and tattoos and make assumptions. I like this. “You’re so much fun to play with.” Noah laughs against my throat. “Can I please taste you now?” It takes my brain a second to register the words. “I won’t take your clothes off. I promise.”

That tugs something inside my chest. He’s waiting for my consent, but I can’t think, I can’t breathe. Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m grateful for the shower I took before this, but still, Noah is...

Perfect.

And I’m not—not in any way. “I’m nervous,” I admit, because for some reason, I know I can admit it and he won’t make fun of me.

“We don’t have to do anything.” Noah brushes kisses up my face, slipping his hand out of my pants. I miss it instantly. I don’t want this to stop. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I do want it. So fucking bad. “I just want to keep my shirt on.”

“You don’t have to take anything off,” Noah purrs, kissing my jaw. “Relax, and let me do the magic.”

“Okay.” Kneeling between my legs, his eyes lock with mine as he mouths along my clothed dick. My gaze travels up to his shirt, riding up his body, and the thong he’s wearing pokes out of his low-rise pants.

Jesus.

He dips his dark blue fingernails into my pants, and I don’t have the balls to tell him I love the color on him—and the tiny hearts painted on his thumbs.

I want to draw him just like this.

Nerves ball in my throat, nearly flagging my erection. Noah pulls my sweats down just enough for my cock to slap against my stomach.

For an awkward moment, he stares at it, and insecurity begins to chip away at the pleasure I feel. Maybe I should have shaved. How was I supposed to know the night would turn out like this? Fuck, I should have prepared more. I’m not small, not at all. That can’t be it. I’m insecure about a lot of shit, but my size isn’t one of them.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry.” He laughs, which okay, does not make me feel good one fucking bit. Who laughs? Before I can grab my sweats back up, Noah grabs my cock. “So fucking gorgeous.” He pumps me slowly as I watch precum pearl at my slit and roll down my cock. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

“Are you clean?”

It takes me a moment to understand before it hits me. “Oh, yeah... I haven’t... it’s been a while,” I admit, taking a deep breath. “Years.”

“Years?”

I nod.

“Well, let me fix that.” Noah leans in, swirling his tongue along the tip —holy fuck —and gives me another lick. I already know this won’t take long. “Tastes so good.” Time fucking stops. His green eyes shimmer with emotion that knocks something free inside me.

I want to commit him to memory—those plump lips grazing my cock, licking, savoring, driving me insane. Noah’s barely started and I’m going to lose it. “Perfect.”

I swallow, watching his wicked mouth take my cock to the back of his throat. Noah swallows around my length, and I swear I black out. I’ve never had someone savor me like this. Noah hums, or maybe moans on my length, the vibrations making my back arch, and I twist my fingers into the comforter. Noah pushes me closer to the edge with very, very little effort.

I can’t stop watching him. Lust drips from those emerald eyes. Something tightens in my gut while I watch, and I have to look away, focusing on his hand working me in tandem with his lips, and not those piercing eyes that set my chest on fire.

Cupping my pec, I flick my thumb over my pierced nipple. A shot of pure heat clenches my stomach—tightens my balls. I can’t resist sliding my other hand into his hair. I need to touch him. His curls feel just as soft between my fingers as I thought they would. My hips stutter. Fuck. My eyes can’t stay away for long and our gaze meets as Noah sucks harder. I’m reaching my end, embarrassingly fast. “Noah—” One slow drag of his tongue over my balls and up my shaft has the most obscene noise leaving me. Precum gushes from my head, shiny with spit and my liquid.

Doubling down, he gives me everything I need, cupping my balls and milking me toward orgasm. Watching my cock slide between those perfectly swollen lips, gloss smearing along my cock, pushes me over the edge. “I’m close—”

Clutching my side, I tremble. Fuck, I’m going to come. My body hums. Fuck, this... this feels... fuck, this feels so good. “Noah. Noah, I’m—”

My eyes slam shut and I groan with zero shame as Noah drinks me down, swallowing around my cock. The pleasure is hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. Still twitching slightly, I open my eyes, looking down at the gorgeous grin stretching Noah’s face. His eyes are watery, lips swollen and red. They’re slick with spit and cum leaking down the corner of his mouth. His pink tongue flicks out, licking up my release, and he moans. He’d sucked me, but he looks fucked out too. “Did you swallow?”

Noah nods, before leaning in and kissing my softening member, my balls, and my hip bone. His movements are languid, like a cat stretching after a nap. “Tastes so good.” Kissing my dick one last time, he gets up, allowing me to pull my sweats back on. His hands brace on my chest. My heart lodges in my fucking throat. “Wanna taste?” He leans down, kissing the side of my face. “Open up.”

My brain tries to catch up as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I flinch slightly with the first taste but quickly relax. It feels dirty, and wonderful somehow. It’s not at all what I expected it to taste like. It’s sloppy and messy, and fuck, I can’t get enough. Wrapping my arms around his body, I have to know what he tastes like.

Ignoring the pain in my back, I swing my legs over the bed, lifting him up, walking over and placing him on my dresser. “I like kissing you.” I cup him between his thighs and Noah whimpers into my mouth. He feels like a nice handful and I want to taste him so fucking bad. “So hard.” Noah’s fingers dip back inside my sweats, sliding over my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer. My cock gives a pathetic jerk, trying to rally.

Eye level with my neck, Noah kisses and licks. I want a taste. I need it. I want to bury my face between his thighs and lick him till he comes. “I want to bury my face between your thighs and—”

My door bangs open.

We both freeze, my palm rubbing flatly over his straining cock. “For fuck’s sake, Noah.” The man in question pushes me back, gently getting off my dresser as Mark growls at him. “Really! Do you even try to listen to me?”

“I listen! I just also ignore.”

“What’s with the yell—” Hunter comes to the doorway, and while I am thankfully tucked back inside my pants, the evidence is there in Noah’s swollen lips and my sweats, damp in a very obvious area. “Dammit.” Noah eyes me a moment and I nearly smile at the gleam in his eye.

Mischievous little fox.

“Save it. Both of you. I’m an adult. I can make adult choices.” Noah shakes his head, looking at me. “Sorry.” Straightening up, all the good feelings from a second ago vanish.

Now I’m pissed.

“It’s my room. Knock before coming in here!” Mark’s the last person who should have opened my door like that.

“He’s my friend!” Mark snaps back.

“He came in here! I think he can make his own choices.” I’ve had enough of this—enough of Mark. Why is he treating Noah like a child?

“Not any good ones.”

“One night. That’s all I wanted,” Hunter snaps. “We’re going home.”

“Why?”

“Noah! Now.”

Noah folds his arms. “My boner right now is from Jamie, not because of that growly Daddy tone you’re using with me. I want that stated for the record.”

“Christ.” Hunter presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Mark is less than amused. “Come on.”

“I’m sorry.” Noah offers me a small smile, still smudged by the magic he just performed on me.

“Wait.” I reach out, cupping his face and ignoring the irritation from our friends, wiping the smear of gloss on his lips. “There.”

Pink blooms across his face, making his freckles stand out more. “Maybe sometime you can return the favor.”