Splintered Hearts

Twelve

Noah

It’s nearing midnight, and I haven’t heard Mark or Hunter in almost half an hour.

Mark had wanted to watch a movie—while I wanted to do literally anything else—so each time my phone vibrated I felt bad. But after a few texts Jamie had finally said good night. Hunter had not come home from Jamie’s in a good mood either, and I know he knows we’ve been talking.

I’m sure they’re both asleep now.

Walking down the hall, I peek into their room and see darkness, and since neither of them say a thing, I assume they’re sleeping.

Creeping back out to the living room, I grab my phone, afraid to wake them.

Noah: U up?

I strip down to my boxers. They feel way too confining right now. Listening to Mark and Hunter fuck for the second week in a row has not only annoyed me... regretfully, it’s kind of turned me on.

Jamie: Yeah

I just want to hear Jamie’s deep voice right now, so I lay down and call him. It rings a few times, and I almost think he’s fallen asleep before he answers. “Noah?” The soft, rich tone of his voice makes me smile.

“Hey.”

“I didn’t mean to keep messaging earlier, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I was busy.”

“What were you doing?” It’s quiet for a moment before Jamie says. “Sorry, it’s not my business.”

“Mark planned a movie night. Then I had to listen to them for about an hour before they went to sleep. Did not need that shit tonight!”

“Why?” Jamie laughs, and I have to smile back.

“Hearing Hunter fuck Mark every night turns me on and makes me feel gross. My dick is so confused.” Jamie laughs again. “It’s like, I know they’re sex noises, and that’s hot, but then I remember where they’re coming from and shrivel up in shame.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so horny. Homeless and horny. Dicked up and damned. Couched and cocked.”

Jamie laughs. “Well, why don’t you meet up with someone? You don’t have to stay in the house. You’re free to do whatever.”

Yeah, but... I don’t really want to. “I don’t feel like it.”

“But you’re broke and boned.”

“Nice.” I snort. “Finding someone random doesn’t appeal to me right now.”

Jamie’s quiet for a moment. “What else did you do today?”

I can’t help the fluttery feeling in my chest. While I’ve had crushes aplenty, there’s something so different about this. “Not much, really. I applied to a few places. What about you?”

“I can’t promise anything, but I can ask my mom if they have room at the library. Last I knew, someone had quit. She’s looking for a clerk.”

“Really?!”

“I mean, I’ll ask tomorrow and let you know. It’s not too far from here. Or me, rather.”

That would be incredible. A library! I’ll walk if I need to, I don’t mind. “Thank you.”

It’s quiet for a moment. “I turned down another person for the room.”

Elation fills me but I try to contain it. “It’s because they don’t know your interview style, isn’t it?”

“Noah—”

“I think I interviewed the hell out of you.”

He barks out a laugh and I wish I could see his face. “It was a great interview.”

“I have to say, you had the best interview I’ve ever seen.” Jamie’s laugh peters out at my comment. “Do you think you could? With me?”

“Live with you or interview you?”

“Both.”

“I think I could do both.”

“Is that what Hunter did to get the room?”

“Oh, god no.”

“I can’t take another night of this.”

“They are loud. I remember.”

“So loud, and for what? Who are they trying to impress?” Shaking my head, I sigh. “What’s worse is, it’s starting to turn me on. That’s how I know I need to leave.”

“That’s gross.”

“I know! I’m serious though. I don’t like listening to it night after night. I haven’t come in weeks, but it shouldn’t make me feel a type of way. My dick is defective.” I smile at his warm laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, not all of us got a superior interview a couple of weeks ago.”

“Who did?”

“You, asshole.” Jamie laughs harder. “I sucked your dick so good, and you know it.”

“I’ll give you that. It was so good.”

“Good?”

“Superior,” he corrects.

Although we’re joking I can’t help but ask. “Do you still think about it?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I nearly check to see if the call dropped out. “Every day...” he whispers. “And night.”

Listening down the hall and not hearing a sound, I dare. “Yeah?” Whispering, “You touch yourself thinking about it?”

Something like shuffling sounds on the other end. Is he taking off his pants? Finally, I hear his voice again. “Yeah... I do.”

I drop my voice. “Did you just take your pants off?”

“Yeah, I did.”

I rub my aching cock just imagining his between my lips again. “I want to do it again, so bad.” Maybe while we’re naked, with me sitting on his face. Fuck, okay, I need to handle this problem. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Just a little.”

“I wish I could see. I want to do things to you.”

“Yeah?” Jamie moans low, the sound so soft I might have missed it if I weren’t hyperaware of everything around me right now.

“Put your hand inside your pants.”

It’s quiet for a moment before I hear him say, “I already have.”

“Are you leaking a bit?”

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could taste it.” Stroking myself, with my eyes shut, I drink in the soft noises coming from the other end. “What would you have done to me if Mark hadn’t interrupted us?”

“I . . . I’m not good at dirty talk.”

“What I’m hearing is that you need practice, and I’m an excellent teacher.”

“I feel dumb.”

“Don’t feel stupid. Not with me.” I get up and grab my blanket, wanting to cover myself, then I take off my boxers.

“What are you doing?”

“I took off my boxers. Grabbed a blanket to cover myself.”

“Where are you?”

“Mark’s couch. They’re asleep.”

“Noah?”

“Yeah?” My cock perks up at my name on Jamie’s lips. There isn’t much room on this couch but I’ll deal. “What is it?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

That’s fine. I’ll help him. If Jamie just breathes into the phone it’ll probably be enough. “Tell me what you wanted to do with me that night.” A breathy moan makes me shiver, and despite him saying he’s no good at dirty talk, those sexy little breaths keep pushing me toward the edge. Jamie just needs a nudge, and I’ll give him one. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Just tell me your thoughts.”

“You were so hard against me.”

“I was really turned on.”

“That sweater looked good on you. I liked the way it felt. Soft. Pink looks good on you.” That makes me smile. “I wanted to take it off.”

“What things turn you on? I mean with guys. When you watch men have sex. What do you like?” Moaning, I begin to stroke myself faster.

“I... I like it when they eat each other out. It’s hot. I like doing it to girls too. I like hearing my partner moan. I collect them like they’re trophies.” Fuck, the visual of that is too hot to handle. “With guys... with...” Jamie moans louder now, making me shiver, and precum rolls down my shaft. “I uh. I—”

“You want to do that to me?” Jamie cries out as if he can picture it. Closing my eyes, I think about his cock in my mouth. “You want to lick me open? Get me ready for your big cock?”

“I do.”

“You want to fuck me with your tongue? Are you a pleaser, Jamie?”

“I love it.”

“I’d sit on your face while I suck that beautiful dick again.” Jamie’s breathing strains. “That tongue piercing would feel so good playing with my hole.”

“Noah—”

“Yeah... fuck, I’m getting there too.” I groan as precum spills down my fist. Moving my left leg over the backrest of the couch, I widen my legs, giving myself more room. Fitting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I cup my balls. “I want you to—so bad.”

“I don’t think I’d be good at it.”

“Well, you said you weren’t good at dirty talk, but you’re doing so well for me.”

“I am?”

“You should see how wet I am.” Stroking myself faster, I have half a mind to ask Jamie to video call, but I don’t want to push, knowing how nervous he is just doing this. It seems as though Jamie’s relaxed, if the soft moans on the other line tell me anything.

“I want to taste you.”

Groaning, I pump myself faster. “Are you stroking that big dick right now? I’m thinking about it dripping down my throat.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“I want you inside me. Fucking me slow. Owning me. I’d let you come deep inside me. I want it so bad. Want you to fill me up. I’d wear one of your shirts and let you drip down my thighs.”

I’m rewarded with a strangled moan. “I bet you’re so tight.” That makes me smile. Not just the imagery of it all, but Jamie relaxing. This man just needs some coaxing. Just a little push to bloom for me.

“I’m so empty. I want you to fill me up until I can’t take any more.”

“Noah—”

“I’d ride that pretty dick. I’d have you shaking.”

“Noah I’m . . . fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Give me your cum.”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck. Me too.” My thighs shake, and pleasure crawls up my spine. Phone tucked between my ear and shoulder, I stroke faster. “Jamie—”

Jamie groans and it’s pure music, sending me over the edge. “Feels so...” The moans that follow are pure sin, making me spill into my fist with Jamie’s name and a cry leaving my lips.

I try to find ground. Find earth. Head still up in space, I slump against the couch, my phone falling onto the floor before I quickly grab it back up. “Sorry. Dropped you.” Jamie laughs. “I uh, need to clean up.”

A warm chuckle sounds and it makes me smile. “Same.”

“That was—”

“Yeah.”

Some of the fog starts to clear from my mind as I remember where I am and whose blankets I just came on. Not my security blanket, though, thank god.

“Um—”

“I’m tired,” Jamie says softly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.” I don’t want to hang up, but I’m starting to feel tired myself, and I have that whole conversation to hopefully relive in my dreams. “Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“Are you serious about me moving in?”

“Of course.”

“Then . . . can I? Tomorrow?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you’re serious about it. I’d like that.” With a potential job within walking distance, and now a home, things are looking up. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait. Good night, Noah.”

“Night.”

The call ends and I let my phone fall to the couch, not wanting to touch it any more until I wash... everything. I look down at my cock. “You’re such a rascal.” Walking to the sink, I pray Mark doesn’t come out right now and see me Winnie the Poohing it, and after washing my hands, I take a hand towel and clean myself up.

I have no damn words.

Jamie’s moans are now my official favorite sound on earth.

Grabbing my boxers, I inspect them, and luckily they’re cum free.

Mark’s blanket . . . less fortunate.

Grabbing the blanket and impromptu kitchen-turned-cum rag, I stuff them into his washer in the laundry room. “Soap. Soap.” I don’t see any, so I walk back to the kitchen and grab the soap on the counter.

Soap is soap.

When I get back to the washer, I squirt a good amount in before turning it to the blanket setting. Mark will never know a thing.

I was feeling sticky so decided to take a shower, and I feel a million times better, but now I’m wired awake. Coming back into the living room, I freeze, trying to understand what I’m seeing.

Fuck!

I rush over to the washer, where suds are spilling over the top. What the hell! I run to the kitchen, trying to find a towel but not having any luck, then rush back to the mess and begin grabbing armfuls of bubbles. Three more passes and I’m not even making a dent in the mess. “Goddammit.” Opening the brimming machine, I look inside at the tub filled with water. And soap. So much fucking soap. “How do you turn this fucking thing off?!”

What am I going to do?

Think. Think.

Fortunately, Hunter and Mark don’t have to work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I have to tell someone. The last thing I want to do is pay for a new washing machine.

Ah, fuck, Hunter’s going to kill me.

Mark’s asleep facing away from the door, and Hunter’s lying on his back, not wearing a shirt. Please be wearing pants . I tug Hunter’s arm gently. “Hey,” I whisper. I don’t bother trying to wake Mark, he can sleep through anything.

“Hunter.” I get up onto the bed and shake him, and he stirs a little. “Hey.”

“Not now,” he murmurs. “I’ve had enough.”

Gross.

“Hunter.” Rolling onto his side, Hunter’s arm reaches out and cups my dick, and when I swat his hand away, his eyes slowly blink open. “Hey.”

“What the fuck?” Sitting up, he grabs the blanket, putting it over his own dick. “What are you doing?”

“Just wanted to say I love you.”

“What the fuck, Noah!” He looks over at Mark and I shake my head.

“Believe me, I’d wake him up, but you know that’s impossible.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I . . . made a mistake.”

“A mistake, at nearly...” He looks to their clock. “One in the morning!”

“Yes.”

“What kind of mistake?”

“I, well . . . it’s . . . better if you come see.”

Leaving him to dress, I chew on a manicured nail and watch the washing machine gush more bubbles. Hunter comes out of his room wearing his boxers. “Your chest hair is looking especially luscious this evening.”

“Noah, I’m contemplating killing you. I’ll tell Mark you ran away.”

“What! It’s hot! It’s just... everywhere.” I look down. “Is it everywhere?” I bite my lip. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you were just bald everywhere else?”

“What the fuck do you want?” he hisses.

“Right.” Turning, we walk into the kitchen and shit, I’ve messed up. “I made a choice.”

Coming in, Hunter’s eyes widen upon seeing the mess. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I learned a lesson.”

“And that is?”

“Soap is not just soap.”

Hunter looks at the mess with murder in his eyes, and avoiding his hardened gaze, I scoop bubbles into the sink, letting it run. Hunter stops in front of the sink. “Did you use dish soap?”

“It was soap!”

“You need laundry soap, Noah. Which we’re out of and need to get tomorrow! If you use something else you can break the machine. Jesus. Were you raised in a fucking barn?”

“Mansion. With staff.”

Shaking his head, he lifts up the lid. “Why are there blankets in here?”

“Hunter, we’ve bonded, I think—”

“No, we haven’t—”

“I just think there are some things you don’t want the answer to.”

“You called Jamie and had phone sex and jizzed all over Mark’s blankets.”

“Were you listening to us?”

His face falls and he blinks slowly at me. “Help me clean this up. I’ll fix it.” Hunter goes over to the kitchen, reaches into a cabinet I did not check, and grabs a bottle. “There might be a little left. See this, Noah? Laundry soap. You need like a cap full, but you’re going to have to make do with half because it’s nearly empty.” Putting the washer on rinse, we stand here waiting for the cycle. “I can’t believe this.”

“What if I said I have good news.”

Hunter blinks sleepily at me. “This is all a dream and I’m going to wake up next to my boyfriend in our house, alone?”

“I can make that happen.”

“What?”

“I’m going to move in with Jamie tomorrow.”

“Really?” I nod as the washer clicks open. “Are you sure that’s smart?” he asks.

“I don’t know if it’s smart, but it’s what I’m going to do. I have to get out of here, and I know you agree.”

“I think asking me while I’m cleaning up the mess you just made is not good timing.”

I smile. “You guys deserve to be alone together.” Hunter sighs, putting the sopping wet blanket back in the washer with the right soap.

“If it’s not something you want to do, don’t rush. I’m fine. Really, I am.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“I’m stuffing your jizz-soaked blanket into a washer you tried to put dish soap in, Noah. Again, not the right time.”

“I want to do this.” I need to do this. “You’ve done enough, really. I can’t tell you how grateful I am, and I’m sorry it’s been longer than it should have.”

Some of his anger disappears. “Mark’s going to be pissed.”

“I know.”

Nodding, he closes the lid. “I’m going back to sleep. I’ll drive you over whenever you want to go.”

“Wait!” I whisper. “I need a blanket.” Hunter’s head falls back and he groans up at the ceiling. His arm sticks out, waving in the direction of their room. “Really?”

“Last night privileges.”

Following after him, I get in between them, and if it weren’t for how fucking metaphorical this seems in our relationship it would actually feel nice. “Here, take this blanket.”

“Your chest hair is enough.” Snuggling between them, I feel Hunter roll over away from me. “Goodnight, Puck Daddy.”

It’s quiet for a moment before I hear him say softly, “Good night, Noah.”