Chapter 22
Luca
Damn, he’s beautiful. Slim, with a flat stomach and narrow shoulders. No matter where I look, there are freckles everywhere—on his back, his chest, his arms. A thin strip of copper-red hair runs from the waistband of his boxers toward his belly button.
Noah is nervous. Tense and with his eyes closed, he stands before me, his breath shaking. It hurts to see him like this, to know he thinks so little of himself, that he’s just waiting for me to laugh at him.
“Look at me.” He shakes his head vehemently.
I kiss him tenderly behind his left ear, and a shiver runs through his body.
“Please.” Slowly, he turns his head, and I lean back a little so I can look into his eyes.
There’s so much uncertainty swimming in those hazel orbs.
“Pierre was wrong. You know I’ve seen a lot of men naked and if I didn’t like what I saw, I wouldn’t be this hard. ”
“How many?” The words shoot out of Noah’s mouth almost defiantly, and he opens his eyes wide in shock. “You don’t have to… I’m sorry…”
I put a finger to his lips to stop him from talking. “Is the answer important to you?”
As if annoyed with himself, he rolls his eyes. “I know it’s ridiculous, but I keep wondering…”
“Okay. Come on, let’s lie down. I’m tired, and standing here in the middle of my room isn’t exactly comfortable.”
Noah nods briefly and lies down next to me on the bed. We’re both lying on our sides, looking at each other, the comforter draped over our shoulders, and I place my hand on his ribs.
“I don’t have an exact number, mon Papillon, I’m sorry. Maybe fifty women and just as many men.”
Noah’s eyes widen. “And you had sex with all of them?”
Almost apologetically, I shrug, and I’m annoyed with myself for it. I’m not ashamed of my past, never. Those were all my own decisions. “Well, yes, that was the only reason I was with them.”
“We haven’t done that…” Noah’s gaze avoids mine and drifts toward the ceiling.
“Would you like to have sex?”
“Maybe, not quite yet… um… oh God, I’m the worst. I can’t even talk about sex, how am I ever supposed to…” Snorting in frustration, he hides his face in the crook of his arm.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Completely stunned, Noah turns and stares at me. For a moment, I fear I’ve broken him, then I hear his answer. So quiet I’m not sure I didn’t imagine it. “Say it again. I need to hear you. I need to be sure.”
“Yes.”
Without a second’s hesitation, I reach to cup his balls and cock in my hand, and squeeze. “Ah, oh fuck.”
As if by reflex, Noah’s hips jerk forward, pressing even harder into my hand. “So greedy?”
“I’m sorry. I’ve never…”
I don’t need excuses, I don’t need apologies, I need Noah’s lips on mine and more of those hot curses. Our kisses grow more intense, our bare chests rubbing against each other, and Noah grinds his hips harder and harder into my hand. He moans against my lips, and I’ve never seen him so uninhibited.
“Can I take the rest of your clothes off?” The question is unfair, he’s already floating far too high to give me a well-thought-out answer, but I still want to give him the chance to say no.
His “yes” is so clear, I’m sure Jannis and Dayyan next door heard it too. Noah’s cock fits in my fist perfectly, the ideal length for my large hands. I use my thumb to wipe pre-cum from his glans, and Noah’s hips shoot up again. Fuck, he’s so sensitive, so responsive to even the slightest touch.
With loose strokes, I let my hand slide up and down his length while Noah moans and writhes beneath me.
His breath catches, red spots flare on his chest, his body tenses, and his cock swells in my hand.
“I… oh. Oh, ah.” With one last thrust into my fist, Noah comes, shooting his load into my hand and onto his stomach.
He moans, and a desperate smile twists his handsome face.
It takes a while before he opens his eyes and looks at me. “Thank you, that was… wow.” Then he hides his face with his forearm.
“Same. Watching you come was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You’re so beautiful when you come. I’ll go and grab a washcloth, or do you want to take a shower?”
“A washcloth sounds good. Thanks.” Once more, I capture his lips with mine, and I love how he smiles at me shyly.
As quietly as possible, I sneak into the bathroom and feel a childish sense of joy that no one saw me. At least until I spot Jannis standing in front of his bedroom door on my way back.
I deserve that smug grin, he’s had to see the same from me often enough. “Damn, how long have I been waiting for this moment.”
“How loud were we?”
“You weren’t, but Noah really went wild.” Now I can’t help but grin, because yes, he really did, but that doesn’t necessarily have to be common knowledge among my whole family.
“Can you please keep that to yourself and not blab about it at breakfast tomorrow morning? Please?”
“Why should I?” He looks at me defiantly.
“Not for me, for Noah…”
“Oh, I see.” He smiles knowingly at me. “That was his first… What was it? A handjob?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“So a handjob. Obviously he had fun. Be nice to him. We want to keep him.” My expression turns serious as I nod. I want that too.
“Hey, are you still awake?” Noah is lying on his back as I slip through the door. His eyes are closed, his breathing is deep and steady, his glasses still on his nose. No reaction.
Carefully, I wash away the biggest splatters of cum, the ones that will be grossly stuck to his skin tomorrow, but Noah doesn’t even flinch. I prepare my aroma lamp, place Noah’s glasses on my nightstand, and pull his slender, naked body close to mine. He feels so good in my arms.