Chapter Ten Los Angeles
Piper was waiting in the lobby when he saw Noah walk in through the entry doors, glancing over at Piper briefly as he grabbed his phone.
Wait a couple minutes and then head to my room. He texted as he walked.
Piper felt the buzz in his hands, okay, he quickly answered.
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Noah’s hotel suite was a mess. He had changed clothes three times and hated all of them. Carmen had begged Saint Laurent to send him a suit in an hour window, which they did since she was a frequent shopper of theirs.
A jacket was strewn over the arm of the couch. One shirt across the back of a chair. Another had missed entirely and landed near the coffee table beside a room service tray with two untouched chocolate-covered strawberries and half-eaten French fries.
The suite itself was large enough to be absurd. Floor to ceiling windows looking out over Beverly Hills.
Piper stood outside the doorway and knocked softly once.
He knew he had decided somewhere between the elevator and the door.
Not a clean decision, nothing about the week had been clean, but a real one.
He understood what he was choosing. He chose it anyway.
He had been careful his entire adult life.
Not out of fear, exactly, but out of the knowledge that everything cost something and the cost was negotiable if you were precise enough about what you were protecting.
He had been precise throughout his whole career. He was not feeling particularly fucking precise right now.
Noah opened a second later as if he was loitering by the door waiting for Piper. He did not say a word, just gently grabbed Piper’s shoulder and ushered him in, using his foot to close the door behind them. “Sorry about the mess.”
“You always apologize for things you’re not actually sorry about.”
Noah crossed the room slowly. He was still in the clothes from the party, dark jacket, collar opened deep to show off his ripped chest. He was completely present like Piper was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to, and Noah had decided this without any difficulty at all.
Noah pressed play on his Spotify playlist. Say It Right by Nelly Furtado came on first, the opening beat instantly changing the atmosphere in the suite. He liked to build a soundtrack to a night like this. A night that he hoped at least would give him more dopamine than four quarters on the field.
Fuck, he thought. This man is beautiful.
“Is this a fucking sex playlist Noah?” Piper asked.
“It is the sex playlist.”
“That’s ambitious.”
“Dude, just go with it, it’s only five songs,” Noah replied.
“You are going to last that long?” Piper smiled as he said the words.
“Who said we are going to have sex?” Noah said with a smile.
The track built under the conversation. Neither of them moved. They stood close. Waiting for the moment when they could collide.
Piper walked around the room surveying the situation. “Did housekeeping refuse to clean your room? I am appalled.”
Noah looked over at Piper as he judged his surroundings.
Then Gimme More by Britney Spears flooded the room.
“God, I love this album,” Piper said.
“Blackout was Britney at her best.”
“Stop. She shaved her head and was put under conservatorship during that time. Her dad ran her life until she was kissing forty,” Piper said.
“This is the best opening to a song ever, though.”
Piper laughed.
“Then get over here, bitch.”
Noah reached for Piper’s shirt, the first real touch of skin where the collar met his collarbone, and the contact hit, like something precise, like a calibration, like his body finally getting what it had been waiting for since the bathroom at the studio and the party and the elevator and every space in between.
Every space had been littered with people and now they were finally alone.
He stayed exactly where he was.
The kiss came sideways, off-center, both of them adjusting, and then it found itself in the groove. Noah’s hand moving to the back of his neck and holding without force. Piper exhaled into it.
Noah backed him toward the window. Cool glass against his spine.
Piper caught their reflection for a second, two men in a hotel room crossing a line that had been drawing itself since the first warmup throw on the opposite side of a football field, and then Noah laughed, low and almost surprised by his own delight, and pulled him sideways and down.
“Britney wants more, let’s give her more,” Piper said.
Noah laughed. “Can you bottom tonight?”
“I didn’t eat anything at that party, so ya,” Piper answered.
“PrEP?”
“Two years.”
“Then let’s FUCKING go.”
They landed on the floor with clothes half removed. Elbows bumping, knees catching. Piper ended up on his back on the carpet, breathing hard, as the weight of what they were doing settled in.
He looked up at Noah. Noah always seemed loose, like nothing got to him, but that was gone now.
He looked nervous. Piper had never seen Noah nervous before and it scared him more than anything else did, because it meant Noah was in this too.
This was exactly what he had spent his adult life learning not to do.
He understood it and stayed doing it anyway.
Noah yanked Piper’s pants off. Then his own.
Dress shirt ripped off beyond repair. Fuck that shirt was expensive, who cares.
Calvin’s gone next. Noah was all thick shoulders and heavy cock and he didn’t waste time getting Piper naked.
He pushed Piper’s knees apart and ate his ass out like he had been intermittent fasting for days, tongue doing spirals around Piper’s hole and then tongue fucking him, spit running down his cheeks, stubble burning the inside of Piper’s thigh.
Piper’s hips jerked off the carpet. One hand dug into Noah’s hair.
The other pressed against the carpet fibers hard enough to hurt.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Been thinking about your ass since the bathroom, well, honestly way before,” Noah said against his hole. “You taste better than my Abuela’s Sunday dinner.”
“Shut the fuck up about your Abuela while you’re eating my ass.” Piper moaned and laughed at the same time, somewhere on the wrong side of his own mind.
Noah worked two spit-laced fingers into him alongside his tongue. Piper grunted through the burn, then groaned when Noah curled his fingers against his prostate. His cock was leaking pre-cum steadily onto his own stomach. A third finger went in. The stretch made Piper’s eyes water with joy.
The carpet burned the backs of his shoulders. He pressed harder into it.
“Noah.”
“Yeah.”
“Now.”
Noah pulled his fingers out, spat directly onto Piper’s hole, and pushed in raw.
The stretch was brutal. Piper’s head went back against the carpet with a groan that had been nine years underneath something else.
His ass loosened around Noah’s giant cock, inch by inch, until Noah bottomed out and he dug his nails into the carpet, grinding in a slow circle, as Piper’s toes curled.
Britney kept asking them for more. Bass pulsating through Piper’s asshole.
Noah fucked him on the floor. Hips snapping hard. Hand locked loose around Piper’s throat, not tight, but present. Every stroke punched air out of Piper’s lungs and drove him back into the carpet. Noah’s balls slapped against Piper’s ass as he drove deep.
Joan, he just fucking entered my second asshole.
Sweat was pouring down Noah’s chest onto Piper. The wet sound of Noah’s raw cock fucking in and out of Piper’s hole filled the suite. Noah’s mouth was at his ear.
“Look at you taking it like this is not a problem.”
“Fuck you.”
“Still tight as that fourth quarter pocket, Ashton. Whole defense is coming for you and you still don’t want to move.”
Noah edged him. Deliberate. Every time Piper teetered on the edge, Noah slowed, but did not stop, gripping Piper’s hips until Piper was snarling and trying to drag him back into rhythm.
“Say you want it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Say it, Ashton.”
Piper didn’t beg out loud. He grabbed Noah’s wrist and forced Noah’s hand onto his cock and rode the next thrust up into Noah’s fist until the edging broke on both of them.
Piper came first, sudden and ugly, cum shooting across his own chest and stomach while his hole spasmed and milked around Noah’s cock.
Noah followed three strokes later, hammered his load into Piper’s ass, as he gripped his hips hard, and came deep with a shaky groan.
Piper could feel the load like a Nerf Super Soaker gun to his anal walls.
Noah stayed buried as cum began dripping out of him around Noah’s cock and running down the crack of his ass onto the carpet.
“Jesus Christ,” Piper breathed.
“Yeah.”
Noah pulled out slowly. The sound was obscene. More cum spilled out and ran down Piper’s thigh in a creamy line.
“You’re leaking all over the carpet.”
“You fucking did that. Clean it up.”
“I was getting to that, Piper,” Noah said as he licked Piper’s swollen asshole.
They lay arms locked together on the carpet for a minute. Outside, Beverly Hills was still doing its thing. Noah’s hand was in Piper’s hair.
“Still think this is a bad idea?”
Piper closed his eyes. Rug burns on his shoulder blades. His used hole felt raw and sticky. His thighs were shaking.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Noah kissed Piper passionately. “Good. Means we are just getting started.”
They both got up and made it to the bed.
Noah pulled him down onto cool sheets and the second round started slower, meaner.
Noah pinned Piper’s wrists above his head with one hand and worked two fingers back into Piper’s sore, sloppy hole, watching Piper’s face the whole time.
The cum from the first round was still inside him. Noah was using it as lube.
Piper felt the exact moment Noah’s fingers hit wet.
The song switched to Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke.
“You and your sex soundtrack are too much,” Piper laughed.
Joan! Who the hell is this guy? Funny. Beautiful. Talented. Is any of this fucking real? Piper's mind raced as he stared into Noah’s eyes.
“Fuck, Ashton.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t say I left it in you? Don’t say you are still full of me? Don’t say you are so loose right now I could push this whole fist in?”
“Maybe it’s too fucking early in whatever this is for a fist. Another round of that monster cock works though?” Piper laughed. He had laughed more tonight than in the last nine years. He was keeping score.
“Say please.”
“Noah.”
“Say it.”
The song changed to Xanadu by Olivia Newton John.
“Oh my god, Noah. You are such a fucking weirdo. Xanadu? On your sex playlist?” Piper laughed again.
“I wanted to make you laugh,” Noah said. “I love when you laugh.”
“Please get back inside me, Noah. Take me to fucking Xanadu with your cock.”
Noah pushed in. This time slower, deliberate, hips rolling in a rhythm that was not trying to get anywhere and therefore got somewhere Piper had never been. Noah held his wrists down. Eyes locked on his.
The filthy sound of Noah fucking his already used hole filled the room.
Piper came again with Noah still buried inside him, every muscle clenching, his own cock spilling untouched between their stomachs. Noah came a minute later, pushed deep and stayed there, his mouth against Piper’s temple, a second load on top of the first.
Round three belonged to Piper. He climbed on top while Noah was still catching his breath, took Noah’s softening cock into his mouth and sucked him until Noah was cursing and full again, then sank down onto him in one smooth greedy slide.
The squelch as he took Noah back inside him was the filthiest sound the room had heard that night and it had heard many.
“Fuck,” Noah breathed.
They collapsed. Both of them wrecked. Sweat slick, marked, cum streaming from Piper’s hole down the inside of his thigh, pooling wet on the sheet beneath his hip. The bed smelled like sweat and sex and the clean musk of two men who had just fucked like it were their last day on earth.
Noah traced a thumb along Piper’s lips. “You scared?”
“Terrified.”
Noah smiled, small and real. “Good. Me too.”
“When is your birthday?” Noah asked.
“November.”
“You are a fucking Scorpio!” Noah laughed.
“And the problem is?” Piper said as he lay on the bed exhausted.
“Not a problem, I just vibe well with Scorpio dudes. I’m a Cancer, so we’re good.”
Noah laughed as he dropped his head against Piper’s shoulder.
“That explains nothing and everything all at once.”
“Exactly,” Noah replied.
They fell asleep, tangled, sticky, hearts still racing, the smooth R&B cut by Britney Spears, Why Should I Be Sad from Blackout filling the room.
Neither of them had any reason to be sad.