Chapter 11 #3
“This feels Gordy Simple,” Noah mumbled, pressing in even harder until they were touching from collarbone to thigh, and he could feel Charlie’s very impressive length against his hip.
It wasn’t sexual, even though he was definitely hard.
It was intimate. An intimate moment to help bridge the gap between the friends they’d been that morning and whatever they were going to become that night.
Charlie nudged the side of Noah’s head with his cheek.
Noah tried to lift his head, only for Charlie to press his lips to Noah’s forehead, holding him firmly in place.
Neither of them moved. They just stayed like that, and Noah tried to memorize every freckle and mole on Charlie’s neck, while Charlie’s hands explored his back.
When the bathroom door opened, they didn’t jump apart, and something about that settled the whirling feelings in his chest. Aspen padded across the room in bare feet, stopping next to Noah to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I promise I left you some hot water,” Aspen said, and Noah turned to pull Aspen into their hug.
“Thank you…both of you.”
Charlie hummed, and it vibrated around in the circle of his large arms. Aspen pressed a hand against Noah’s heart, and then had to reach a bit higher to place their other hand on Charlie’s heart.
It was like those threads in Noah’s chest, a Gordy Simple connection linking the three of them together.
Noah would have happily stayed like that, but he began to notice his own smell, as compared to the fresh scent of the others. He escaped to the bathroom for a brief shower, changed into Charlie’s clothes, and used one of the two spare toothbrushes Charlie had set out for them.
Given the heat that had steadily been building between Aspen and Charlie, Noah wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he returned to the bedroom.
As he stared at his reflection in the steamy mirror, he could admit the idea of his two best friends together made sense.
They were both incredibly kind-hearted and deserved all the love, pleasure, and fulfillment the world could offer them.
It remained to be seen whether Noah was supposed to be part of that.
When he opened the bathroom door, he found Aspen and Charlie putting the finishing touches on the remade bed. They were laughing at something, their eyes catching and holding on each other, before they both turned to look at Noah.
“I kind of like messing up a freshly made bed,” Noah blurted out, and the threads in his chest quivered as Charlie snorted and Aspen rolled their eyes.
Charlie finished fluffing his pillow and walked around to meet Noah at the foot of the bed. Aspen did their best to finish straightening out their side of the comforter before haphazardly positioning their pillow and skipping over to Noah’s other side.
“Good thing we got it ready for you, then. I’ve already decided how we’re going to mess it up.”
Charlie raised one eyebrow but allowed Aspen to guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. With zero hesitation, Aspen unknotted their towel and then Charlie’s, tossing them both towards the pile in the corner.
Even though they’d gone over parts and preferences, Noah found himself unable to look at Charlie’s crotch.
Instead, he focused on Charlie’s face as he welcomed Aspen onto his lap.
His grin was lopsided, and his eyes were wide and bright.
Noah watched as Charlie’s large hands gripped the familiar curves of Aspen’s waist.
“So, here’s what I propose,” Aspen said, wrapping their arms around the back of Charlie’s neck.
“I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to get on my knees between your legs.
Noah has much longer legs than I do, so I think he should be able to straddle you and kiss you just like this, while I suck your dick. ”
Two gruff moans echoed around the room, and Noah was shocked to realize one of them was his.
Charlie’s fingers dug into the flesh of Aspen’s sides, turning the pale skin pink and then white, as his grip tightened.
Their mouths met in a rough kiss, and Noah was mesmerized by the way their lips moved, the hint of tongue peeking out every few seconds.
He found himself walking forward, his knee bumping against Charlie’s as he ran his hand down Aspen’s back.
His fingers trailed over Charlie’s hand on his way down to Aspen’s ass.
The hair on his knuckles was soft, and Noah could imagine playing with his fingers when they were curled up in bed together later that night.
Right now, though, he grabbed a handful of Aspen’s luscious ass and squeezed.
Aspen groaned into the kiss, tilting forward so their tits rubbed against Charlie’s much harder chest. Noah teased the bottom curve of their ass with his fingertips, and Aspen shuddered.
“Fuck, babe, you’re making me wet,” they said, clenching their cheeks together. “I don’t wanna drip on Charlie’s legs.”
“Much appreciated,” Charlie mumbled against Aspen’s lips.
Noah withdrew his hand, and with one more kiss, Aspen hopped off Charlie’s lap.
With their usual flair for the dramatics, Aspen placed their hands on Charlie’s thighs, pushing his legs open further as they looked back over their shoulder at Noah.
They grinned flirtatiously at him as they slowly lowered to their knees.
Somehow, Charlie already looked wrecked. His pupils were blown, his lips were wet and pink, and his jaw was slack as he watched Aspen with something like awe on his face.
“God, you’re huge,” Aspen said, and Noah finally gave in to temptation.
He looked down and watched as Aspen gripped Charlie’s dick in one hand while running their other hand down to his balls.
He was quite large, and he was uncut, the soft pink tip of his dick only just beginning to poke out of his foreskin.
Aspen dragged their hand from base to tip, and then back down, exposing the full glistening head.
They did something with their hand on his balls, and Charlie’s hips jerked up.
“Oh, shit—”
Aspen licked a stripe across the head, and Charlie choked on a groan. Aspen licked him again, eliciting a similar response. The third lick was torturously slow, and Noah’s dick throbbed sympathetically in his borrowed boxers.
“Fuck, pumpkin…”
Aspen grinned wickedly at him before looking up at Noah again. “Come on, babe. It’s your turn.”
Noah wasn’t entirely sure how to do this without accidentally kicking Aspen in the face. Maybe he should just wait for his turn to—
Charlie grabbed him around the waist and dragged him forward until Noah had no choice but to throw his leg up and over Charlie’s hip. He ended up half standing, half squatting over Charlie’s legs.
“Gordy Simple, peanut,” Charlie said, tugging on Noah until he scooted forward and his knees came to rest on either side of Charlie’s large thighs. If he sat up halfway on his knees, that put his face within kissing height of Charlie, and he wouldn’t be in Aspen’s way.
“How did you even think of this?” Noah grumbled, and Aspen laughed from below him.
Charlie kept one hand on Noah’s waist, and the other came up to cup the back of his head. “You mean you haven’t been envisioning different positions for us all day?”
Noah balked. “I… No? Have you?”
“Almost every second,” Aspen said.
“At least five or six times,” Charlie stated.
Noah was scandalized. “I guess I’m just not creative enough—”
Charlie shut him up—thank god—with a rough kiss and followed it with a gentler one.
His lips were much softer than Noah had been expecting.
Not quite like pillows, but more like one of the firm plushies he’d bought Aspen to begin replacing their old ones.
Still warm, soft, and inviting, but with some heft to them.
Noah shifted his weight, trying to take care not to bump Aspen or rub against some part of Charlie he hadn’t touched yet.
For some reason, he was more on edge than he’d ever felt during a hookup.
It felt like there were so many invisible lines between them, and he wasn’t sure which ones he was supposed to cross, and which he needed to avoid, lest he set someone off or disappoint them.
His therapist would have a field day with that line of thinking, but he couldn’t stop the mounting worries about where he was placing his hands, how he was tilting his hips, the way he probably looked, and the noises he was—
Charlie used his tongue to open Noah’s lips, and he licked into Noah’s mouth like he owned him. His hand on Noah’s waist dropped to his hip bone, and he pressed his thumb possessively into the crease.
As if he’d pressed on some invisible button, everything went shockingly, blessedly quiet.
There were no more worries swirling or fears grating on his every nerve. He didn’t hear his mom’s incessant, repeating questions or his brother’s pathetic excuses. His dad’s loaded silences dissipated, and there was nothing but his hands on Charlie’s face.
The soft, familiar noises of Aspen beginning to give Charlie head floated up to him. Aspen always started with kisses and soft kitten licks, slowly progressing to open-mouth kisses and sucks. By now, it was like a choreographed dance Noah knew all too well.
As Charlie’s kisses grew even rougher, Noah shamelessly ground his hips against Charlie’s soft stomach.
Every pass of Charlie’s tongue and drag of his lips was like a new dance he had to learn, but after a few repetitions, Noah began to follow the steps.
Charlie gripped him tighter when Noah licked his bottom lip, and he seemed to prefer delving deep into Noah’s mouth, getting no resistance, only the gentle rub of Noah’s tongue against his.