Chapter 9 Noah
Noah
We make our way back to the campsite and I think it’s safe to say, things are tense between Brad and I.
Not bad tense. Just…like there’s some unfinished business.
Which is very fair. There is some unfinished business. Mainly between my dick and his mouth.
The walk back calmed me down a bit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t replaying the sounds of his moans and the way he tugged my hair the whole way.
“Make sure to grab your towel. They won’t have any in there so,” Brad says outside of the tent as I search through my bag.
“I went camping and forgot my tent and sleeping bag. You think I remembered a towel?” I grab a white sleeveless tee and some black shorts from my bag.
I hear Brad sigh deeply. The sound of it making me laugh as I dig around for a joint I know I had one pre-rolled somewhere in here.
“Noah, you’ve got to be more prepared,” he mutters.
My hand grasps onto a little bottle, and a tiny surge goes through my whole body. Oh shit, I forgot I had that in here.
I unzip the tent and see Brad fixing me a sandwich while nibbling on one of his own. Sliced turkey, cheese and mayo on a brioche bun. My mouth waters. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I’m starving and that’s exactly what I want. Okay, maybe not the only thing I want.
“Who said I wasn’t prepared?” I smirk, shaking the bottle of lube in my hand.
“What the hell, Noah?! Why do you have that?” He coughs, trying not to choke on the bite he has in his mouth. My stomach flips at the way Brad nervously looks around as if there’s someone out here to catch us.
I shrug, looking pleased at it in my hand. “Well, you see, a wise man once told me, ‘you’ve got to be more prepared,’” I say, mocking his tone.
He huffs out a laugh and stalks over, a towel slung over his shoulder. Lifting the finished sandwich, he nudges it toward my face.
“Here, eat,” he orders.
My body moves on instinct, leaning forward to bite into the soft bread. His brows rise, clearly shocked that I chose to eat straight from his hand.
“What?” I murmur around the bite, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “I like it when you feed me.”
His eyes study my face like he still doesn’t know what to do with me. Maybe I’m the biggest test he’s ever faced.
And judging by the way he steps closer, close enough to let me steal another bite straight from his hand, I’d say he’s enjoying every second of it.
Even if it scares him.
I can’t tear my eyes away from how his Adam's apple drops in his throat. His obvious attraction to me lights a fire inside the pits of my stomach.
I feel a crumb fall on the corner of my lip, and instead of wiping it off with his hand like I expect, Brad crouches down until we’re eye level. Holding my breath, our gazes flicker between each other’s eyes, neither of us quite sure what comes next.
I can see it on his face—the hesitation, the question of what he’s doing. I know it because I’m feeling the same way. Then, after a beat, he leans in and presses a kiss to the edge of my mouth.
It’s…soft. Slower than in the water.
The warm sensation hits me so unexpectedly my eyes don’t even close. And when he pulls back, I catch the same uncertainty in his expression. The same questions are still hanging between us.
Was the hookup at the water just some fluke? Is this just a weekend thing?
If that’s the case, then why does this feel so—
Brad lets out a harsh cough, waking me up out of my head. Standing quickly, he hands me the rest of the sandwich before walking off.
My eyebrows pinch. “Hey! Where are you going without me?” I call out, scrambling for my things.
“Shower,” he answers.
I hop to my feet, finishing off the rest of my sandwich.
“I don’t have a towel!” I run after him, nonetheless.
***
Brad made quick work getting to the showers. I definitely got a cramp from eating and basically sprinting after him.
My guess is, I think he’s running away from himself.
Whatever the reason may be, I’m just thankful no one else is in this bathroom when we arrive.
The camping showers here aren’t exactly…
glamorous. Honestly, the whole building looks like a grey cinder block and inside doesn’t look any better.
We head into the men's side and I take in the wet floors and plastic frosted curtains as doors. Honestly, I don’t want to be that guy but I’m going to need a shower after this shower.
“You can use my body wash after me,” Brad says, hanging up his towel on one of the hooks.
“Thanks,” I mutter as I subtly take in his physique while he’s stripping down.
“Noah,” he grumbles, turning around before slipping down his shorts.
Is he serious? “Brad,” I mockingly tease. “I literally just sucked you dry, you’re going to be shy with me now?”
A smile tugs at my lips as his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly, like he’s scrambling to hide that familiar look of shock. He does it so often around me that I’m convinced it’ll be etched into him by the end of the weekend.
“I really cracked opened Pandora's box, didn’t I?” He shakes his head, kicking off his boxers. I don’t miss the way his hand covers his dick as he turns toward me.
I roll my eyes, shamelessly dropping mine down to my ankles and flicking them on the bench along with the rest of our things.
His eyes immediately drop to my semi. I have nothing to hide. Yeah, he turns me on. And yeah, my dick is still aching from our recent events.
“The box may be cracked but I’m counting on you opening it tonight.” I wink. I don’t wait for his response before I’m making way to the curtain of one of the stalls and step inside this cold, murky small space.
“I’m not fucking you, Noah. That’s too far,” he calls after me.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that, old man.” I turn on the water and dip my head underneath the lukewarm stream.
I hope he changes his mind. What he did back there in the woods? The way he handled me. I fucking loved it. Even with all the internal battles he must’ve been dealing with…he touched me confidently like none of it mattered. As if he’s been craving it for years.
The shower beside me kicks on, and I close my eyes as the stream hits my body, trying not to think about him standing only a few feet away.
“Have you ever…” Brad’s voice cuts through the water. He coughs, clearing his throat. “Have you ever done that before?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “No,” I answer honestly. “I haven’t.”
And if I’m really honest, I’ve never been with anyone like him.
I haven’t been with any man like that—like this.
Sure, there were drunken kisses with friends at parties, all laughter and nothing serious.
But no one has ever made me want to go all the way.
No one has ever made my thoughts spiral like this.
For some reason, I can’t stop imagining how incredible it would be with Brad. Hesitant at first. Just like I would be. But then forceful in all the right ways after that. He’d probably have no mercy on me. Teach me how a guy his age handles a guy like me.
“Have you?” I ask, suddenly exposed, my chest tightening as I wait.
There’s a pause. Just long enough to make my stomach twist.
“No,” he says finally.
Relief covers me just as the water streams down my body.
My hand drifts down my chest and reaches down my stomach.
I remember the way his abs clenched and relaxed while I swallowed him down.
His strong hands grabbed onto my hair. His forceful thrusts into my mouth.
The way he was so patient and demanding all at once. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
I look down at my throbbing cock. The way it’s just screaming out to be touched.
Yeah, he’d be amazing in bed. I just know it. No, I can feel it. In my entire body.
I shiver as my hand wraps around my dick and starts pumping slowly, replaying the scenes in my head.
“Here’s the—” His smooth voice fills my ears around the water sprinkling down around me. “Soap.” He finishes.
I don’t make any effort at hiding what I’m doing. I’m too lost in the heat of the moment to care. Knowing he’s standing there watching me makes it all the more intense.
Without a word, I feel the curtain close behind him as he steps into the small space.
Shivers run through me the moment his lips find my neck.
Leaning my head to the side, he traces a path from my shoulder up to my neck—soft kisses at first, then hard, then soft again.
Each sending shockwaves through me, never knowing what pressure comes next.
My hand slows down, getting lost in the sensation. I lean back into him as he keeps me still with an arm around my chest.
Releasing me for just a moment, I look over my shoulder to see him pour the body wash in his hand before setting it down.
He comes back to me, wrapping me up in one arm, and begins working the soap into my shoulders and my back, rubbing me down in slow, small circles with the other. It feels fucking fantastic.
I stop jerking myself to pull him closer to me, but he wraps a hand around mine, motioning me to continue.
“No, don’t stop. Keep touching yourself for me,” he instructs. And hell, if that doesn’t light me up all over again. I feel weak but I oblige, doing exactly what he says while he continues washing me. Only, I do it slower so I don’t blow too soon…or without his permission.
I lean into him as he caresses my chest, suds covering me and dripping down my stomach until they collect around my hand.
He crouches between my legs, moving deliberately. His hands glide up my thighs with the soap, slow and intentional, then trace back down again. When they settle under my ass with a firm grip, I can’t help the sharp breath that escapes me.
He’s actively avoiding touching me where I want him the most, but fuck, his teasing is bringing me so far to the brink that at this point, I think I may just come from this alone.