Chapter 21
Lewis
Once we got moving again, we left for Kirkmuir’s hippest quarter that lay just beyond the park. Every few steps I shot glances at Noah’s bruised lips.
Gods, he looks pretty like that.
“Wow.” Noah’s face lit up. “When I last visited Kirkmuir, Pear Mill was boring as shit.”
“Yeah, I told you that a lot has changed.” Pear Mill bustled with life.
We wandered hand in hand down the cobbled sidewalks and found plenty of cool shops and restaurants.
Noah bought a scented candle for his cottage, found a hand printed tablecloth that matched the blue dishes, and got all cute and excited when I steered him down a side street to an edgy little shop that sold the most amazing T-shirts.
“The Wanking Pony?” Noah giggled and nudged me with his shoulder. “Funniest name ever.”
“Pear Mill is full of these punny shop names. It’s the best.” I grinned and held the door open for him.
“Oh my God, Lew!” He gaped at all the hilarious shirts the dummies wore. “These are fucking amazing!”
The clerk, a tuxedo cat hybrid with about a thousand piercings, looked up. “Cheers, mate!” he called over with a wide grin.
Noah strolled over to the counter.
“It’s amazing. Also what you’ve done with the place. I love it.”
Are you flirting with him, Puppy? So what? It’ll be my cock inside him later.
“Thanks. I’m Jack, by the way, one of the owners. I appreciate it.”
He took the offered hand and shook it as I pretended to browse and not watch them in the full-length mirror next to me.
Noah introduced himself, and they talked about the shirts and being self-employed. I guessed they were both neurodivergent. Mads sniffed other NDs a mile against the wind.
“I am self-employed, too. I have an online business. On ArgoS, you know.”
“So you’re a social media influencer?” Jack’s impressed tone made Noah blush.
Mine! I only just managed to keep a snarl in. Oh, stop it! You’re such a possessive asshole.
“Yeah. I usually live in Bali. I’m here to get my visa renewed,” he explained.
“Oh, cool. Although, winter in Scotland? I bet that’s way shittier than winter in Bali right?”
“Well, during the rainy season we get about as much rain as in Scotland, but you start to miss the cold after a while. That’s how I grew up, you know? And….” Noah’s voice trailed off and his gaze bored into my back as I flicked through the T-shirts.
“Scotland’s got its perks,” Jack supplied.
“Yeah.” My sweet puppy chuckled. “Scotland definitely has its perks.”
“Why don’t you pick a shirt you like for yourself and your boyfriend?”
“Are you sure?” Noah asked without contradicting the term.
His boyfriend.
I tried not to let it show that I’d heard him, but I preened.
Yes, yes, I am.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Maybe you could tag us when you post about it?”
“Of course I will. Thank you so much.”
I glanced around and saw Jack giving Noah a wide grin.
My canines are bigger. And you never stopped being jealous of everyone who dared to look at Noah, Lewis Sinclair.
Noah joined me again, and unable to keep my hands off him for even ten minutes, I flung an arm back around his shoulders.
“Found anything, Pretty Kitty?” His arm slid around my waist, and I leaned down to steal a little kiss.
Noah using his little nickname for me triggered muscle memory, and my cock hardened so rapidly I was scared it would poke a hole in my jeans.
“Yeah, I actually did.” I cleared my throat. “What do you think about this?” I held up the tiniest black crop top. It had ‘WHO’S A GOOD BOY’ written across it in pink capital letters.
“Jesus, fuck!” He snorted and lightly pinched my butt. “I swear to you, Lew, if you wear this around me, I can’t guarantee good behaviour,” he added in a low voice.
“I’ll get it then.”
“Yeah, you will get it.” Laughter bubbled out of Noah’s mouth. It was my favourite sound. “Jack, the owner, was kind enough to offer both of us a free T-shirt. Is that your pick?”
“Yes, Puppy. This is my pick.”
He found the shirt he wanted to get only a couple of minutes later. It was a bright pink cropped T-shirt with a glittery ‘CUMSLUT’ written across the chest.
“Mmm, Puppy. That’s a good choice.” I bent down to speak in his ear. “You want me to call you that?”
“Maybe not here.” Noah huffed. “But, yeah. Dominate me and call me your cumslut,” he murmured.
“Fucking hell, Puppy!” I groaned in his ear, and I was thankful for the loud music in the shop. “Don’t just throw that at me when we’re in public.”
“I’ll throw myself at you when we’re alone, then. Come on, Pretty Kitty. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll need a photo of that shirt for my ArgoS.” My eyes dropped to the spot where he bit his lip. “I have an idea.”
The way back to our room was a blur. Noah put a towel down on the bed and cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Lie on your back,” he ordered.
When I’d settled down, he gave me his phone with the camera app open.
“Give me a second.”
He stripped down to his briefs, then pulled the pink ‘cumslut’ top on, and scrambled on top of me. He straddled my hips and mussed up his hair.
“Ready.”
Fuck. Yeah, I’m ready.
I angled the phone so a sliver of my stomach was visible between his legs. My dick hardened against his ass with every shot I took.
“How do they look?”
“So fucking hot, Puppy.” I swallowed. “Let me get some more before I come in my boxers.”
Noah bit his lip and scrunched up his nose. I hung for a moment on the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin before I snapped another photo.
“This is the one you should post,” I rasped. When an ArgoS notification popped up, I tried to swipe it off the screen but accidentally opened it and caught a glimpse of the message.
rawpaul: Hi Noah, I just saw you’re in Scotland. Are you interested in a collab? We could meet at my place or a hotel? Bottom/vers…
“Shit.” I gave him the phone back.
Fuck, what am I thinking?
“I’m sorry, I accidentally clicked on the notification.”
“What? Oh, it’s no big deal, it’s probably just….” His voice trailed off as he read it. The smile slipped off his face and left it impassive.
My heart sank with every second that ticked by.
A collaboration. I followed him long enough and checked out the accounts he tagged to know what that meant. A sex tape for OnlyFangs, an exclusive membership platform.
I didn’t even know he had one of those, too.
You’re dumb, Sinclair.
Noah slid off my body.
He’s probably going to arrange a meeting with that guy and wants to do that without your dick distracting him.
Not that it offered any distraction anymore. My erection had deflated when I’d seen the message.
He didn’t leave, though, but curled up at my side with his juicy ass snuggled into my waist. Noah held his phone at an angle so I could read over his shoulder. I couldn’t say if he did that on purpose or not.
thenoahbright: Hi Paul,thanks for the offer but I’m not open for collabs. I’m seeing someone. All the best, Noah x
Oh fuck, now I felt guilty on top of shitty and nosy. I bet there would be a lot of money in this for him.
“I’m sorry. I really just tried to swipe the notification off your screen. And I, uh, I understand if you need more content and want to…collaborate with this guy.”
He turned around with his eyebrows drawn together.
“But I don’t want a collab with him.” Noah shook his head at me in confusion. “I just told him in my message.”
“Yeah, I saw that.” I tried for an offhand voice but failed miserably.
“Why did you say that, then?” he enquired once more.
“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to stand in your way. I bet that would be a nice chunk of money.”
“Oh fuck off.” Noah huffed and rolled away, or he tried.
I stopped him and hugged him to my chest. He struggled half-heartedly in my hold but didn’t try to free himself.
“I’m not interested in fucking this guy, okay?
I know you’re just doing this fake boyfriend thing for me, but that’s just not my style. ”
“I’m not just doing this for you.”
“What?” He stopped squirming.
“I’m not ‘just dating’ you to do you a favour, Noah Bright.”
“Well, that’s good because I’m not doing you a favour either,” he quipped.
We stared at each other for a moment, then crashed our mouths together.