Chapter Nineteen Los Angeles to Seattle
The small jet was already running when Piper stepped onto the tarmac. There were no logos or identifiers.
The pilot met him at the door.
“Evening,” he said. Then, as if it were routine, “Everyone on this flight has signed an NDA. As far as we are concerned, you don’t exist.”
Piper nodded.
“Of course.”
***
The flight to Seattle was two and a half hours of anticipation for Piper.
He didn’t sleep or open his laptop. He sat in the window seat with his hands folded and let the engine noise fill the space where second thoughts would have gone.
The car was waiting on the tarmac when they landed. Noah had arranged the whole trip and the security provisions needed.
Seattle was dark, wet and quiet in a way Los Angeles never was. The city didn’t feel like it was watching him like L.A. did.
The car crossed the floating bridge toward Mercer Island, a suburb just outside of Seattle.
Piper noticed how beautiful it was. He had flown into Seattle dozens of times and never really experienced it, never truly took it in.
The rain-soaked streets, the low clouds, the way the lights reflected off the water.
It looked real, honest, like it had a pulse.
Nothing like the sharp edges of Los Angeles.
Noah’s house sat low against the water. Glass and dark wood.
The driver opened the door. Piper stepped out into the cold air.
Then he walked to the door and knocked. Noah opened it in gray sweats and barefoot.
“You came. Honestly, I didn’t think you would be so spontaneous.”
Piper stood in the doorframe and the only thing he thought to do was smile.
“Shut the fuck up, Noah, and kiss me,” Piper said.
Noah leaned in, embraced Piper, and softly kissed him on the lips. “I missed you. Come in.”
Noah closed the door.
They stood there, silent for a moment.
Noah stepped closer slowly.
“I’m glad you came. You okay?”
Piper let out a breath.
“Better now.”
“Good,” Noah said.
He reached for Noah and pulled him closer.
The new sex playlist Noah built started. A Public Affair by Jessica Simpson. Piper laughed as he moved closer to Noah.
The kiss was not gentle this time, and was not rushed.
Noah walked him backward until Piper’s back hit the wall. His hands slid under Piper’s coat, pushing it off his shoulders.
Jessica Simpson’s voice filled the room. “New sex playlist? Who fucks to Jessica Simpson?” Piper laughed.
“We do,” Noah said as he dropped to his knees as they stood in the hallway. He unzipped Piper’s jeans and took his cock in his mouth. Slow, deep, and focused worship that made Piper’s head fall back against the wall.
Piper grabbed Noah’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. When Piper came quickly, Noah swallowed every ounce and stayed there until Piper’s legs stopped shaking.
Then Noah stood, kissed him, and led him to the bedroom.
Noah reached for a long black silk scarf from the nightstand. He held it up so Piper could see it clearly.
“You okay if I tie you to the bed? If I worship you?”
Piper looked at the silk scarf that was nothing like the cold bars of the cage. It felt like an offering instead of a command. He nodded.
Noah tied Piper’s wrists to the headboard. Just tight enough that Piper felt it when he moved. He looked at Piper like something worth studying, not something to own, just Piper.
Noah’s mouth started at his throat. Then down to his pecs, tongue circling each nipple. Down the center of his stomach, licking the line of hair below his navel. He took his time, not rushing the moment.
When Noah got his mouth around Piper’s cock the second time, Piper was already fully hard again, and the wet heat of Noah’s mouth was the softest thing Piper had ever felt.
Noah took his cock deep in his mouth, one hand wrapped loosely around the base.
Piper’s hips pushed up as the silk held his wrists.
He could not cover his face, could not grab at Noah’s hair, could only lie there and take it.
Noah hummed around him, low and pleased, and Piper made a sound he had never heard himself make before.
Noah kept going after it as he licked up the underside of Piper’s cock, eventually kissing the head.
“Not yet.”
Piper was panting. Cock flushed dark, wet with spit, bouncing against his stomach.
Noah turned him over gently, spread him open, and licked his ass with slow, calculated tongue formations.
Long licks from the base up to his hole, then pointed, wet pressure against the rim.
The slick pressure made Piper’s hips jerk.
Noah held him steady, tongue working in determined circles, then pulsing into him, tasting him like he had all night.
Spit ran down Piper’s crack onto his balls.
He was going to come just from this. He knew he was.
Noah pulled himself up.
“Not yet, Ashton.”
Piper made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a curse.
Noah laughed softly against his skin and went back to work.
Tongue, then a finger, then two fingers with spit, sliding in alongside his tongue, finding the spot that made Piper’s thighs shake.
Three fingers, deeper now, while Noah’s mouth came back up to kiss the base of Piper’s spine.
Every touch felt deliberate. Every sound Noah made was low and pleased, like Piper was the only thing in the world worth tasting.
“Noah.”
“Yeah.”
“Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
Noah turned him back over carefully. Kissed him once. Piper could taste himself on Noah’s mouth, and that alone almost pushed him over the edge.
Noah’s mouth was back on Piper’s cock, deeper this time, and this time let him come. Piper came with his wrists pulling against the silk and his back arched off the bed, a heavy load shooting down Noah’s throat. Noah swallowed every ounce of it, and stayed on him as Piper shook through it.
“Can you keep going?” Noah asked.
“Keep going, Noah,” Piper demanded.
Noah climbed up against his body. Kissed him slow and deep.
“You still with me?”
Piper nodded. He could barely speak.
Noah smiled. “Good.”
He reached for the lube and worked Piper’s hole with it, watching his face the whole time. Piper’s wrists were still in the silk. He could feel every shift in his shoulders. He could not reach up. He could only lie there and let Noah take his time.
Noah pushed his cock inside Piper’s ass in one smooth thrust. Piper felt every inch settling, felt his body opening for it, felt Noah’s cock deep enough that he could feel it in his stomach.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Noah.”
“Shh. I know.”
Noah fucked him. Slow and deep. Hips rolling in a rhythm that made Piper lose it.
Every stroke brushed his prostate. Every pull-back was almost too much.
Piper’s wrists strained against the silk because his hands wanted something to hold on to and could not.
The silk pulled tight when Piper arched.
Noah kissed him through the thrusts, kept moving, did not stop, did not speed up, did not slow down.
Piper came a third time, untouched, cock spilling cum while Noah’s thrusts fucked it out of him.
The sound he made was the sound of someone who stopped pretending he was managing anything.
Noah followed two strokes later, pushed deep, came inside him in long heavy pulses, face buried in Piper’s neck, groaning low.
They stayed like that, tied, sweaty, breathing hard. Cum slick, messy, and leaking out of Piper around Noah’s still-buried cock.
Noah reached up and untied the silk. He rubbed Piper’s wrists gently, then pulled him close.
Piper lay there, heart still hammering. He had come three times. Nobody had ever helped him do that before. At least not without making it about control or power or obedience.
“I have never come in quick succession like that.”
Noah kissed his temple. “Well, I have been developing my craft over the years.”