Chapter 8
Bo
Noah takes another shot, and while we’ve paced ourselves I feel a little tipsy. He puts his pool stick down, grabbing his phone for the tenth time during this game. Maybe he isn’t having fun. “Somewhere to be?”
His eyes turn up and he shakes his head. “Oh, no. I’m having a great time.”
“What were you checking?” Fuck, that’s not my business.
“Sorry. It looked like you were checking the time. If you’re not having fun it’s okay, I—” He places his hands on my shoulders, and my eyes watch his lips.
They’re plump with a pinkish sheen to them.
Slowly he leans into me, and I meet him halfway.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, I am kissing someone! A hot someone.
Take that, Cam. Fuck. Why does my stupid brain do that?
Noah kisses me slowly, and it’s nice but .
. . it’s lacking the fire I felt weeks ago.
That’s okay, right? It’s because I’m in love with that idiot and Noah’s a stranger.
A beautiful stranger. Who’s really good at kissing.
He breaks the kiss first and I look into his eyes, feeling real nerves for the first time. No, I can do this, and Noah’s the perfect person. He seems kind, he’s gorgeous. I am going to do this. “You want to take me back to your place?”
“Oh! For like . . . sex?” I say softly, worried about the people around us. Noah laughs and it’s brilliant.
“Yes. If you want. I don’t know where you live, and we’re a little far from my house.”
“I live down the street, actually.”
“Did you drive?” He asks.
I shake my head. “I needed to clear my head. My roommate and I got into a fight.” Not a fight.
Why did I say that? My attitude earlier had nothing to do with Cam and everything to do with me.
Thoughts of Cam right now with that gorgeous man are threatening to bang down the door I’ve tried to shut. I have my own gorgeous man tonight.
“Roommates are the fucking worst,” he practically growls.
I laugh, grabbing my drink and downing the rest to soften my nerves. “Well, my roommate is also my best friend. I guess he’s not technically my roommate, he’s just staying with me for a bit. We’re fighting right now, though.” No we’re not! Why do I keep saying that?
“I’m sorry.”
“Enough about that.” My face heats. “Are you like . . . I mean do you like . . .” Oh my god, I can’t speak. I look away, trying to take a breath. “Sorry, I don’t do this often. Or at all.”
He cups my face, turning those green eyes onto me.
“Dealers choice, babe. Whatever you need me to be.” He leans in, gripping my chin, and kisses me again.
I melt. Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Soft and warm.
His lips aren’t as big as Cam’s, though.
With him there’d been this edge to the way he kissed me that felt frantic and wonderful.
No! No more. Noah. My focus is on Noah. His fingers slide to my cheek with a smile. “Take me home.”
As we walk, I tell him about my job and that I play piano.
He tells me he moved here a couple of months ago and works at a library in the next town over.
While our conversation is easy, my heart picks up speed the closer we get to my apartment and then races with every step up the stairs.
I don’t see Cam, so I assume he’s having a fucking fantastic time with beautiful stupid Max.
“Is your friend here?”
“No.” Nope, he is currently balls deep in the world’s most gorgeous man. “We have the place to ourselves.”
Our controllers are still out from earlier.
So are Cam’s laptop and papers for the gym.
Even though he’s a personal trainer, he also manages a lot of the marketing and events they throw.
I have baskets of clothes everywhere, dishes piled in the sink .
. . I feel a little embarrassed. It’s not that I’m dirty, I just .
. . I just don’t have the energy most days to do things like that.
Today, Cam spent all day playing games with me or I know he’d have done them.
“Cam leaves his shit everywhere.” I try and save face. Yes, Cam. Definitely not me.
Whatever, I need to get something going, so I loop my arms around his neck and lean in for a kiss. “We can go into my bedroom, though.” Thank god I cleaned it earlier.
“Oh yeah, and do what?”
I swallow. Be brave. Get what you want. You deserve it. “Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
He pulls back, and those eyes darken on me. “Bedroom. Now.”
I point Noah in the right direction, and he grips me under my knees and lifts me up.
Holy shit. My hands go to the defined muscles of his biceps, and I kiss him as he carries me down the hall and into my room.
Both of us topple over when his knees hit the bed.
I feel my shirt ride up, and I almost go to pull it down but his eyes drink me in.
“Lube is in the nightstand. I am on PrEP but—”
“Condoms.”
The tension in me eases. “In the drawer too.”
Opening the draw, he grins widely, and it takes me a minute to realize why. Fuck. “And who do we have here?” He pulls out my baby-blue dildo, smacking it against his hand. Fuck!
My face burns. “That’s my usual date.” I laugh nervously.
“Well, I hope I can measure up.”
I like the way he eases my mind. Although we just met, I do feel very comfortable. “Not many have,” I tease.
I sit up and take my shirt off. Noah grabs the lube and condoms, tossing them on the bed and taking off his own shirt.
He’s very beautiful. The sculpted lines of his stomach flex as he gets onto the bed and covers my body.
My hands go to his back, feeling the soft skin move under my fingers.
His own reach for my buttons, flicking them open with ease and then shoving them down. I lift, allowing him to take them off.
I don’t have a moment to breathe as his fingers slide inside my briefs. Fuck, that feels, fuck. My hips roll up into his fist. “Pretty fucking thing.” I shiver, and he kisses my neck. “Take them off.”
Sitting back on his thighs, he keeps his eyes on me as I lift up, dragging my underwear down and feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m not the biggest guy around, but I am pretty proportionate to my size. Noah’s eyes look hungry as my cock slaps my stomach. “Take yours off too.” I feel breathless.
He gets off the bed, taking his briefs off and . . . um? I open my mouth to comment on the fact that Noah is very soft, but before I can say a word he gets back on the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He nips my bottom lip. “Maybe I just need your mouth?”
Okay, this I can do. I love sucking dick.
It’s one of the only things I am confident in.
I push him gently onto his back and kiss him hard, rolling my dick across his cock.
Noah tastes like mint and something sweet, like strawberries.
“You taste good.” I nibble his bottom lip. “You taste that good everywhere?”
Noah shuts down. I feel it. His body goes rigid. I almost panic at the change in mood until I feel him grow beneath me. His eyes soften and he relaxes. “Oh, there he is.” Slowly I jerk him. While his cock is hard, there’s something off about the look in his eyes.
Maybe he’s just as nervous as I am. I just need to get it started, that’s all. Kissing down his body, I smile just as my tongue flicks over the crown. I take him in my mouth and suck, but notice him him deflate slightly in my mouth.
I look up and see his brows are pinched, his mouth pressed in a hard line, his eyes closed. I pop off of him. His cock is now semi-hard. “You alright?”
Noah blinks his eyes open. “Yeah? Why?”
“You’re all tense.”
“Oh uh . . . just nervous.” He cups my face.
“I’m okay.” With that I straddle his waist and take him in.
My palms go to his pecs, and I run my fingers over his nipples.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” His hand runs down my chest, and I honestly feel like it.
I reach behind me. I know I can take him, but being on top may be easier. “Wait, I need to prep you,” he says.
My skin heats. “I did it myself before I went out.” In the shower, with my eyes closed and my thoughts full of Cam’s big cock pressed close to mine.
Oh my god, stop. I grab the lube, jerking his cock and frowning a bit as I slick him up.
I look at him. His eyes are focused on the ceiling as he softens in my hand.
Okay, there’s something else happening here.
Maybe he isn’t attracted to me at all. “Um, Noah?”
Noah’s eyes open. “What? What’s wrong?”
I bite my cheek to stop my laugh. “Um . . . I don’t know, but maybe you should ask your dick?”
“My—” I go to get off him, startled as he grabs my waist and pulls me back on.
“What—”
“I don’t want to see him. Please block my view.” I laugh, feeling bad at the groan he lets out. “Would you happen to have a shovel?”
“Shovel?”
“I’m going to dig a hole in your back yard and bury myself alive. Don’t worry. I’ll leave a note with my body in case the cops ever raid this place.”
“How would they know I didn’t write it?”
“Good thinking. Do you have a phone? I’ll record a video.”
“I could have forced you to record it.”
“You know, I’m trying really hard not to get you implicated in a murder. Why are you being so difficult?”
“Or . . .” I get off him, tossing him his underwear. “And hear me out. You just tell me what’s wrong.” I take the condom off his dick then toss it toward the little wastebasket. Getting back in bed on the other side, I pat his soft dick. He smacks my hand away.
Cupping his dick, he glares. “Don’t talk to him! He doesn’t deserve your pity.” He makes me laugh; I like him. Noah gets off the bed and slips his bikini briefs on.
“Is it me?
“No. No. Oh my god, no. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry.” Noah begins to panic, and it’s now my stupid brain remembers why I’m even doing this . . . and where Cam is right now.
“What happened?”
“I’m embarrassed.”
So am I, but Noah doesn’t know that. I throw my hands behind my head. “Well, what if I were to tell you something first? Kind of like a confessional. Sex-fessional.” Noah gets onto the bed, rolling toward me.
“I’m listening.”
I tell him about Cam and how close we are.
I tell him about his never-ending string of girlfriends and how he always ends up back with me, only this time it was different.
I tell Noah all of it. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, and telling him everything feels so good.
It’s like this huge weight I’ve been carrying finally lifts.
I look at Noah to see if I’ve completely scared him off. “Well, not to one-up you at all, but I have a confession too.”
“What’s that?”
Noah tells me about Jamie, his roommate, the most frustrating and sweet man he’s ever met. Although he says the sweet part comes and goes. The other night they slept together and he freaked out which led him to that bar which led him to me. “So don’t feel bad. Like, at all.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Roommates are assholes,” I whisper.
“Absolutely.” He agrees
I reach out, cupping his face. His bright green eyes glassy. “We are so fucked, huh?”
“Yes we are.” He laughs wetly.
“Glad to know it wasn’t me personally.”
“I would have got there.” He glares.
“Thought I was going to have to top you for a second.” I laugh when he shoves me playfully.
“Excuse me, topping is an art form, okay? Not everyone can just jump into the deep end. Literally.” That makes me smile.
“Can I tell you what I think?” He nods and I move a little closer as he pulls me in against his body for a hug. Fingers run through my hair, and I close my eyes at the comfort. “I think he does care about you, but something is holding him back. I don’t know what it is, though.”
“Does your best friend know you love him?” he asks me.
This is something I keep thinking about. Through all the weirdness lately, Cam never asked me if I had feelings for him. I don’t know if he just thought I was also horny.
Still . . . I wonder why he didn’t ask me.
More than that, what I have said if he asked me?
Noah leans into the caress of my fingers through his hair. “Everything’s been weird since that kiss. Before that . . . no, I don’t think he knows. It doesn’t matter . . .” Noah wraps his arms around me. “He doesn’t want me. He said it was a mistake.”
“That’s hard.”
“I was okay before, you know. He only liked girls, and I could always leave it at that—it’s not me, he’s just straight. Now, though, since we messed around, it’s like knowing for sure. It’s not because I’m a guy; it’s because I’m me.”
“Well, he’s missing out. You’re awesome.” Noah kisses the side of my head.
I shift uncomfortably before trying on a smile. “Do you have a picture of Jamie?” I need to see the man who has Noah all twisted up. He rolls, grabbing his phone and wincing when he sees the time. “What?”
“It’s late. I should call a ride soon before I can’t get one.”
“Stay the night.”
“What?”
“It’s not like we’re going to do anything.” I shrug. “Stay over. I’ll take you back in the morning. I can use Cam's car in the morning.”
“You sure?”
Selfishly I don’t want to be alone. “Yeah. Your dick may be broken, but I’d still like to cuddle.”
“My dick is not broken!”
I laugh, snatching his phone and tapping it. His lock screen appears. Whoa, okay. I can see why Noah is so torn up. This guy is hot. “Oh, wow. This him?” He nods. “He’s hot.” He takes his phone, giving it one last look before gently clicking it off.
“I think I love him.” While we just met, this is really nice.
I don’t have any other friends besides Camden.
I don’t think Alicia at work counts. I know she slept with Cam too, so there’s always been this weirdness between us, even though she’s one of the few people who knows how I feel about Cam.
She calls it female intuition; I call it being nosy as hell.
After they hooked up she figured out that I had feelings for him. She felt terrible about it and stopped hooking up with him.
“I don’t know if I want to though.” Noah murmurs quietly.
I shut the light off, settling in with him. “I think he may surprise you.” I press a kiss to his forehead and hug him tighter. Maybe I need to talk to Camden about everything. I don’t think I’ll fully move on without having a real discussion about what happened weeks ago.
Tomorrow. That is a future Bo problem. “Night, Noah.”
“Night, Bowen.”