Chapter 39 Noah
NOAH
Fuck, he’s beautiful like this.
The moonlight spills across his shoulders, catching the concentration in his set jaw. He’s so careful, so scared of hurting me, even when I’m offering him everything so freely.
Maybe I should be nervous, but I’m not.
If he could see what I see—the tenderness, the strength, the way he’s already giving me everything I’ve ever wanted—he’d never doubt himself again.
I press my lips to his throat, then look at him. “You’re okay. I want this. I want you.”
That soft, uncertain gaze lands right on me, and it’s all I need. I want him to see that I’m not going anywhere. That this is safe. That he’s safe with me.
My words land. The nerves are replaced by focus. His fingers trace over my ribs, my hip, my thigh—like he’s mapping a route he doesn’t want to forget. Each breath we take harmonizes until it’s impossible to tell whose it is.
His hand follows the curve of my inner thigh, knuckles grazing my balls, and my whole body vibrates. His mouth is on my neck, and the soft, damp drag of his lips against my pulse point has me melting into the mattress. His hand moves lower, thumb tracing my crease, and I groan his name.
He lifts his head, eyes finding the bottle of lube and condom on the bed.
He leans back on his knees, quivering fingers taking the bottle.
The click of the cap sends a thrill through me, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.
My cock is rock-solid, and as Gabe pours lube onto his fingers, a bead of precum leaks down my shaft.
Gabe’s eyes track it, and the sound he makes is almost wounded.
He drops the bottle and starts rubbing the lube between his fingers to warm it. With his free hand, he drags the pad of his thumb through my slit, gathering my precum, and brings it to his mouth.
A low, rumbling groan comes from deep within my chest, followed by a hum of satisfaction. “Filthy boy.”
Gabe moans as he sucks his thumb slowly, letting it go with an audible pop and a smug little grin.
There he is.
He brings his fingers to my crease, and I spread my legs wider, giving him access. His chest is heaving, that gorgeous blush I’m obsessed with high on his cheeks, spreading into his ears. He brings two fingers to my hole and massages gently.
I settle further into the bed, relaxing myself, and cant my hips, causing his finger to catch on my rim.
A soft, breathy sigh escapes him as he presses more firmly with that one finger, the tip entering me.
He works it in and out slowly, to the first knuckle, then the second, until I’m practically riding his finger.
“I’m ready for another, baby,” I tell him through a pleasured sound.
He removes the first finger and uses the pads of two to massage my softening hole. He leans down and takes my mouth while easing two back in, and I groan loudly into his kiss. I can feel his thick cock dragging hot and heavy along the crease of my thigh.
His size should probably worry me a little, but instead, the need in me only grows. I want it, and I’m getting impatient. Gabe has three fingers in me easily now, grazing my prostate on each pass.
He’s blinking hard, trying to battle his nerves, though he’s trying to hide it. “You okay?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe, tightening around his fingers to prove it. “Feels so good, baby. You’re taking such good care of me.”
He closes his eyes and exhales softly, then leans forward to kiss me. It’s slow and open, his tongue moving almost in time with his fingers. When he pulls back, he looks down at where his fingers disappear inside me, then back up at my face, like he’s caught between awe and disbelief.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
He nods his head and eases his fingers out of me. I nudge the pack of wet wipes I also stashed in his drawer at him, and he bites back a grin.
He reaches for the condom, his hand unsteady.
The soft tear of the foil breaks the quiet, followed by the slick sound of lube as he pulls it from the wrapper.
I watch him—how his brow furrows in concentration, how his throat bobs as he swallows.
He rolls it down his thick cock, and I moan at the sight, giving my own cock a firm tug as I watch him.
There’s nothing in the world more beautiful than seeing him this way, stripped of everything but want.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers.
“I will,” I promise. My voice sounds wrecked.
He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against me. My hand finds his chest, needing to feel his heartbeat, wild and strong. His eyes stay locked on mine, pupils blown wide, and the sound he makes when he pushes forward is a combination of a groan and a whimper.
For a second, I think he won’t fit. He’s too big, and I tense before remembering who this is—how careful and gentle he is.
He strokes his thumb over my hip, murmuring something soft I can’t even hear, and then the pressure shifts.
The stretch burns, sharp at first, then eases into a sweet ache that steals my breath.
It’s not the stretch that I focus on—it’s the fact that this is him. Gabe. Inside me. His body, his trust, his heart pressed against mine with every inch he gives.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan loudly. It feels like it’s too much and not enough. I feel so full already. Gabe stays still, letting me adjust to the intrusion. He leans down to kiss my temple. “You okay?”
I nod, exhaling shakily, keeping my body as lax as I can. “Yeah, baby. You can move.”
He presses another kiss to the corner of my mouth and begins to move, small thrusts easing me further open. I cling to him, nibbling along his shoulder. Every time he drags his cock out before pushing back in a little more, the head of his cock catches on my rim, and it’s making me feral.
I’d give anything to feel him bare. To feel the drag of his hot cock against my rim, skin to skin, without a barrier. Someday, maybe. Hopefully.
Every roll of his hips sends sparks through me, all I can focus on is his expression—mouth parted, brows pinched. He keeps whispering my name, like a prayer he’s afraid to stop saying.
I reach up and cup his face, pulling him down until our foreheads touch.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper against his lips. “I love the feel of you inside me.”
He shudders, and his thrusts grow deeper.
It’s not hard or rough or fast. Every thrust is an intense drag as we pant into each other’s mouths.
Chest sliding with sweat, my cock drags between our bodies, and heat coils low in my stomach.
The sounds Gabe’s making should be illegal.
Filthy little whines and whimpers, choked-off uh, uh, uhs that make my impossibly hard cock harder by the second.
One of his hands finds my ass, and he changes the angle a little, then he—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shout, clutching onto his shoulders. “Yeah, baby, yes. There.”
The sound that rips from Gabe is desperate as each thrust hits that spot deep inside me.
It’s relentless, perfect. My whole body tightens around him, every nerve alive, every breath a broken sound.
I’m lost in the heat and the weight of him, in the way he moves like he’s trying to give me everything he has.
The air between us hums with it—skin against skin, breath against breath. Every drag of his cock feels like a promise, every push a confession neither of us has said out loud yet.
“I’m close,” I manage, hips lifting to meet him.
He whimpers, sliding a hand between us, fisting my cock. When his thumb drags through my slit, I choke on a cry. He pulls back enough to watch my face, and fuck, he looks ruined—hair wild, eyes blown, mouth open like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.
“I want you to come all over me.”
That does it. Gabe Shaw giving me dirty talk. I never stood a chance.
When it crests, it isn’t just pleasure, it’s release, relief, every unspoken word between us finding its way out through touch.
He buries his face against my neck, breathing me in.
My vision whites out as the pleasure rolls over me in waves—hard, electric, unstoppable.
I spill between us, gasping his name. And through it all, he keeps moving, gentle now, like he’s rocking me through the aftershocks.
My hole spasms around him as my climax goes on and on.
I feel him tense above me, lips open against my neck in a silent scream as he releases into the condom.
My fantasies run away with themselves, imagining how it would feel to have him come inside me, nothing between us.
It makes me groan, and my hole clenches again, making Gabe shudder in my hold.
When it’s over, neither of us moves. His breath fans against my neck as I trace lines up his back, memorizing the tremors in him, the way he clings to me. This perfect moment.
We hold each other as we come down from the impossible high—like we’re learning how to exist in this new space between us. The air smells like sweat and skin and us.
He finally lifts his head, eyes searching mine, worry flickering at the edges. “Was that okay?” he asks, voice uncertain.
I give him a lazy grin, the kind that comes when everything inside you feels right for once. “More than okay, baby. It was everything I always dreamed of. You were perfect.”
The relief and smile that cross his face undo me all over again. He leans in, and the kiss he gives me is soft, grateful. The first inhale after surfacing. I cradle his face and kiss him back, tasting him, feeling his warmth and everything that means us.
When we part, his forehead rests against mine. I run my thumb over the scar on his cheek, and he exhales a shaky laugh. Then a yawn.
“Guess I wore you out,” I whisper, teasing gently.
He hums, eyes closing.
After a few minutes, he moves back and starts to ease out of me slowly. I hiss through my teeth, and he looks at me with concern. “Did I hurt you?” The panic in his voice is clear, sweet boy.
“I’m good, just a little tender—but totally worth it to have that beast inside me,” I say with a wink, folding my arms behind my head.
He laughs, but when he goes to get up, I grab his wrist lightly. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh… to clean us up?”
“Nope.” I tap the space beside me. “That’s my job. Lie down.”
“But…” He looks so confused.
“But what, baby?”
“I should be the one to clean us up because I’m the one that…well, you know.”
Seriously, how is he this cute?
“Fucked me good?” I supply, and his face flames.
“Noah,” he groans, but his shoulders start shaking. “I should be the one taking care of you.”
“Okay, how’s this,” I start. “I’ll clean us up, because I love taking care of you that way. It makes us both feel good, right?”
He nods, smiling shyly.
I continue on, “And when we get into bed, you could hold me. Play with my hair. I love it when you do that. It makes me feel cared for.” I peck his lips lightly. “And if you’re not too tired, you could read to me?”
His whole face softens as he nods again.
Before he can say anything else, I hop up and jog to the bathroom.
My ass does hurt a bit, but I’m not worried; he prepped me well, and I’ll enjoy the reminder in the morning.
I feel giddy, I can’t believe I get to have this.
Fifteen-year-old Noah would probably die of excitement if he knew what the future held.
I clean myself quickly in the bathroom and grab two washcloths, running them under warm water. When I head back into the room, Gabe is sitting on the edge of the bed, those green eyes showing an open vulnerability. I bend to kiss his lips gently. He has a dazed look in his eyes.
I kneel in front of him, he’s still wearing the condom, which makes me chuckle. I move to take it off him, and his face flushes, “Oh, god. That’s embarrassing,” he mutters. “Sorry, I got stuck in my head.”
“That’s okay, and there’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s just me and you,” I murmur as I tie it off and throw it in the trashcan beside his bed. “All good?”
Those wide eyes twinkle as the corner of his lip ticks up, and he nods.
I clean his stomach slowly, making sure I get everything. He squirms like he always does, but I see the pleased look on his face. I think this is something we both need, me caring for him and him being cared for like this.
He blows out a breath. “Yeah, that was—” He shakes his head and gives me a smile, brushing his fingers over my cheek and threading them through my hair. “Everything I’ve always wanted. I don’t just mean the sex, I mean the…” He swallows roughly. “Connection. The trust.”
And there it is—the love I already knew was there, written in the green of his eyes, in the way he touches my face like he needs me as much as I need him. We haven’t said it, but I feel it, and I know he does, too, even if it scares him. I lean in, press my face to his chest, and hold onto him.
When we climb into bed, we’re on our sides, face-to-face. Gabe holds me tight to him.
I press a kiss to his collarbone and whisper, “You’re my home, you know that?”
His chest rises under my touch, a soft hum rumbling from him as his fingers stroke my hair. “Yeah, Blue,” he whispers. “You’re mine, too.”