Chapter 26
Luca
“Don’t you have that USB stick with you?”
Noah frantically rummages through my backpack.
No, he didn’t ask me if that was okay. He doesn’t have to.
We have no secrets from each other. Even though Noah still sometimes shakes his head when he looks at me, he understands that I’m serious and he can trust me.
He feels safe, and I love these little flashes of exuberance.
“Stop grinning and help me instead. How are you going to give the presentation without the PowerPoint?”
After three and a half months, the time has finally come. The paper is written, and today is the presentation in front of our class. As expected, we’re well prepared, and if Noah can get his nerves under control, it’ll go great. “Chéri, honestly, where…”
“You’re looking in the wrong place. The flash drive isn’t in the backpack.” Annoyed, he rolls his eyes and slips his hand unerringly into my back pocket.
Ah, he knows me too well. In one swift motion, I grab his wrist and pull him close to my chest. “Only in exchange for a kiss.”
As if I’d flipped a switch, his face lights up. “You’re impossible, you know that.”
“Only for you.” Shaking his head and grinning, he cranes his neck and I close the distance.
Kissing Noah is by far the best feeling in the world.
It’s a hundred times better than sex with random people.
None of that felt as good as a single kiss with Noah.
My heart is pounding up into my throat, my stomach is tingling, and I know I never want to miss this feeling again, never want to miss Noah again.
***
The presentation went well. Contrary to expectations, Noah speaks calmly and confidently in front of the audience, and the thirty minutes are over in a flash.
“So, what now?” With his shoulders hunched, Noah stands in the hallway after our exam.
“Now we’re going to celebrate!” If two perfect scores aren’t a reason to celebrate, then I don’t know what is.
“Are we going… together?” What’s with that question? Where’s this uncertainty coming from now? I thought we were past that.
“Would you rather go with someone else?” Noah looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind, and I laugh. “I figured as much. I suggest we head over to your place, pick up some shrimp and a baguette on the way, and then let the day wind down nice and easy. What do you say?”
I swing my arm around Noah’s shoulder, and he immediately wraps his arm around my waist. His slender body sags against mine, and I can feel the tension drain from him. “Sounds perfect.”
***
“Close your eyes.”
“What?” Surprised, Noah turns to me, his hand already on the key.
“Close your eyes. It’s going to be a surprise party.”
“You didn’t let anyone into my apartment, did you? There is no one in there, right?” I should have thought of that, but I didn’t.
“No, this is a party for two, and the climax comes right at the beginning. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Just a whisper, but Noah closes his eyes. Carefully, I step behind him, unlock the door, and lead him into the kitchen.
“Can I undress you?” A shiver runs through his body as he nods.
“When can I look again?”
“Don’t be so impatient. You’d better help me with your pants and shoes.”
Two minutes later, Noah stands in front of me, stark naked with his eyes still closed, and his cock standing straight up. That would’ve been unthinkable just a month ago. “Watch out, I’m going to lift you up now. Hold on tight to me.”
“What are you up to?”
“Surprise.” With that, I hoist him over my shoulder and set him down on the breakfast bar with only a felt placemat beneath his butt.
Without hesitation, I crouch down and take his cock into my mouth. It’s already surprisingly hard, considering Noah has no idea what’s happening. A shrill scream echoes through the apartment, shattering the silence.
“Oh fuck, shit! Fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”
I start slowly. I let my tongue circle his glans, his cock slides deep into my mouth, and my lips provide the necessary friction. “I imagined this would be good, but not like this.”
With a loud moan, his head falls back and he grabs my hair tightly.
I’m pretty sure this isn’t a voluntary action.
Noah’s brain is currently operating purely on instinct—I can tell that by how much he’s talking.
“What should I do when I come? Shit, soon. I… Oh my God…” This is so unlike him, but incredibly sweet.
“My eyes are still closed. Is that right? Or should I open them? Is it better if I… oh, fuck.”
Ah, here we go. Clear words give way to whimpers and moans as I pick up the pace and suck on his glans with every stroke. The salty taste in my mouth intensifies, his breath catches, and I’m just waiting for his release to burst out of him.
Usually, Noah tries to be quiet. Spoiler: it never works, but sex is so shameful to him that it must be kept quiet and contained.
Today is different. He rides the wave until the very last second, moaning, cursing, and pinching my shoulder.
I don’t even want to mention the hand in my hair.
I’ve never seen him this uninhibited before, and it’s beautiful.
I love that I get to be the one he experiences all the first times with.
I love Noah.
The wonderful thing about blowjobs is that there’s no mess afterward. No cum stuck in pubic hair, no soaked sheets. It’s such a clean affair. I pull a T-shirt over Noah’s head and hold out his boxers to him, but not without letting my hands glide over his thighs.
Legs have never been particularly sexy to me, neither on men nor on women, but Noah’s legs… covered in freckles and red hair, I can’t get enough of them. And he’s enjoying it.
For the first time after an orgasm, he’s relaxed, his eyes closed but at ease, a slight smile playing on his lips.
***
“Can you please pass me the shrimp?” Instead of the bowl, Noah holds the breadbasket under my nose. “Not the baguette. The shrimp.”
“Ah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve already had so much protein today, I think the shrimp are just for me.”