Chapter 24
Following the familiar inside, as Red started up the wide stairs to the first floor. As the doors closed by themselves behind him, he asked, “Where is Ollie now?”
“Making breakfast.” Red paused at the top of the steps, his gaze seeming to zero in on the mat. “I do hope you don’t plan to bring that with you to ‘sneak’.”
Noble snorted. “No, I plan to drop it off at the center of the third floor. I figured the space is large enough to fully unroll it without us having to move anything out of the way.”
“It should be.”
Heading into one of the elevators after Red when it opened, Noble was honestly surprised it was even on, considering Ollie tended not to power them when the library was closed.
Then again—he frowned, eyeing the usually lit floor numbers inside when he noticed they weren't on—there was more than one way to power something when one could do magic.
As the elevators silently opened onto the third floor, the normal ding notably absent, he hurried out and quickly unrolled the mat before heading down the back hall to the door that would lead up to Ollie’s living quarters.
Taking a deep breath as he headed through the already open stairway door and up, he cracked his neck and slowed his breathing as he approached the top, but didn’t quiet it completely.
Noble had practiced on his own with lowering his stealth abilities since agreeing, and so far, he had somewhat succeeded.
Truth be told, it hadn’t been as hard as he first thought it would be. Noble had somehow forgotten that he did all he could normally to appear like any average human, so it was more like flipping a different switch in his brain.
Pausing near Ollie’s front door, he listened, and upon hearing the sink running, he carefully opened it.
Dressed in a thin long-sleeved light forest-green shirt and darker green sweatpants, the witch’s back was towards the door, and he was washing something as he hummed some unknown tune.
He had to say it was almost startling to see the man so dressed down, but then, Ollie’s normal outfits wouldn’t really work for what they had planned today.
With Ollie not noticing his entrance, Noble took quiet step after quiet step closer, approaching from behind. He tried to make sure his feet didn’t fall as silently as they usually did, yet…his precious Baby didn’t notice a damn thing.
After walking around the kitchen table, now only inches away from the witch, he hesitated, only for the chance to act to slip away when Ollie suddenly turned around.
His Baby let out a startled, frightened yelp, and slammed back into the counter, clutching at his chest, as the sound of Ollie’s racing heart suddenly filled Noble’s ears.
It didn't exactly feel great to scare the man, so he smiled hesitantly as Ollie stared wide-eyed, still clutching at his chest, as a fine tremble ran through him. “Hi…? Thought I’d attempt to sneak up on you?”
Swallowing audibly, Ollie let out a shaky laugh after a long moment of staring.
“Right…we did say…hah, you’d help me with that.
” The man gave his head a shake, a more natural laugh coming out as he pulled himself together and smiled.
“Wow, you are way better at that when you are actually trying. But I mean, that can only be a good thing, as I’m sure I’ll eventually hear or sense you coming in some way.
At least, I can hope, right? Things have to kick in at some point, don't they?!”
“It likely will take both you practicing to bring out the senses themselves, and…possibly more of me sneaking up on you, but I’m sure you’ll eventually get it.
” He glanced toward the counter, and on spotting multiple iron skillets already packed with homemade biscuits, his stomach let out a noise. “Biscuits?”
“Yes, and thickly cut bacon.”
“Mm, my favorite.” He pressed a quick kiss to the man’s lips before asking, “Need any help?”
“Washing afterwards?”
“You make the food, I clean. Sounds fair.”
“Anyway, I figured we’d eat and then let it settle for a bit before…training?” Ollie’s nose wrinkled with the last word, telling Noble he was still regretting agreeing.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t noticed the first yes from the man had been unintentional, followed by Red answering for him. It was more that Noble had been inclined to ignore that to get his own way, as it would ultimately lead to Ollie being better protected.
“Eating and letting it sit would be good.” He’d very much prefer Ollie not pass out from low blood pressure, or throw up. “As for training, I’ve already got the mat set up downstairs.”
“Ah, perfect! So…good that…that is ready to go,” Ollie said with fake cheer.
Noble barely suppressed the laugh that tried to bubble up at the little witch trying to fake enthusiasm. They really needed to work on the man’s lying.
Ollie eyed Noble, trying not to get distracted by the man’s bare, slightly scarred, muscular arms, the way his white tank top clung to his chest, or how great his thick thighs and ass looked in his gray sweatpants…
but it was hard. There was just so much to look at and enjoy, but he couldn’t because they were not there for sexy time, more like cause Ollie pain time.
Now 10:30am, with the hope that their food wasn’t going to try to come back up while training, they were on the third floor in the circular center, standing near a large padded mat Noble had spread out across the wide-open space in front of the half-octagonal research desk there.
And why were they standing beside a mat obviously meant for sparring? Because, for some unexplainable reason, Ollie had agreed to training—whatever that meant—when Noble had asked him yesterday.
His mind may have gone straight to visualizing Noble shirtless, and hadn’t moved past that mental image by the time he agreed just seconds after being asked. Followed by Red deciding for him, and partly because Noble had seemed to really want him to.
So, yeah…this was…a choice he had made…
Not that Ollie didn’t possibly need a bit of practice when it came to self-defense. It really had been a while since the classes. The real crux of the issue was that he was not…strong. Ollie was in fact a thin, thin man, who was lucky he could lift as much as he did.
He was, at this point, just completely ignoring the fact that his cat obviously wanted him to build up his physical strength, mainly because he had tried in the past and it had never worked out.
Like, he struggled just to put on a few extra pounds, and with his iron issues, gaining any sort of muscle was pretty much a distant unobtainable dream.
Standing there awkwardly, after stepping onto the mat, he asked, “So…what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to show me what you know self-defense-wise. I’ll pretend to attack you, and I want you to show me what you’ve got.”
The pretend part was probably a good idea, as he’d definitely be wrecked in a bad way if Noble tried for real.
“Okay…umm, go for it, I guess?” he said nervously.
The man frowned. “Don’t be afraid. I’d never actually hurt you, Baby.”
Ollie took a shaky breath. “I know. It’s fine, let’s just do this! Go ahead, attack.”
Nodding, Noble paused for a moment before moving swiftly, coming up and grabbing him from behind, pinning his arms. Ollie tried multiple moves, from attempting to break his hold, to slamming his head back, to trying to pivot and slip free, and failed at all of them.
It was like Noble’s arms were an unbreakable iron bar around him.
After many failed attempts, with a frustrated huff, he admitted, “I got nothing, let’s try something else.”
And try they did, with Ollie only partially succeeding at some things, before Noble attempted to teach him some moves.
But as he ended up pinned on the mat for who knows how many times, with part of Noble’s weight on top of him and his wrists held in one of the man’s hands, he cried out with a breathy gasp, “I give up!”
He was sweaty, and this seemed very unproductive at this point.
Noble released his wrists with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t pout, you’ve been trying your best.”
Ollie glared. “Well, my best sucks. Also, like, you haven’t even broken a sweat! How is that fair?!”
His boyfriend’s smile widened as if he was the cutest damn thing, and it pissed Ollie off. “Well, I am more used to fighting and physical activity than you are. Not to mention, you have technically been moving more than me.”
He glared hard, but when Noble moved to get off him, he wound his legs around his waist. “Oh, no, you don’t. If I’m sweaty, then you can be too.”
Noble barked out in laughter, but then his smile turned into a sexy grin as he drawled thickly, “Want me sweaty, do you, Baby?” Ollie inhaled sharply when the man suddenly gripped his hips and dragged him further down his body, lining their crotches up.
“That can be arranged, though I may still need your help.”
His face heated, and his cock perked up at the obvious implication, not to mention the feeling of the man hardening against him. He wrapped his arms around Noble’s neck, so he definitely couldn’t pull away, and cried out, “I can help, I volunteer!”
Snickering, Noble slowly kissed him on the lips.
Moaning into the man’s mouth, as Noble ground his now hard cock against Ollie’s, his boyfriend pressing him firmly against the floor.
He was sure he’d care later about how absolutely gross he was, but at the moment, he didn’t, and that was all that mattered.
Whimpering and kissing him back, Ollie rocked his hips as the man continued to rub against him. The kiss became more passionate the longer it went on.
He whined loudly when Noble nipped his bottom lip and broke away, only to moan softly as the man trailed kisses down his throat.
But a gasp of shock forced its way out when his boyfriend managed to swiftly detangle himself from Ollie’s hold and flip him over, maneuvering him onto his arms and knees.
“Noble,” he groaned with a shudder as the man yanked his sweats and briefs down beneath his ass, and ran his large hand over one cheek, giving it a light squeeze before letting go, while using the other to press Ollie’s upper body more firmly into the mat.
There was a ruffling of clothes, and then he felt the brush of the man’s bare, uncut prick rubbing against his ass, as Noble hunched over him, growling softly while he nuzzled against his left ear. “Fuck, I want inside you.”
“Yes! Please, I want that,” Ollie whined, his cock twitching and his hole clenching in need as he pressed his ass back.
“Unfortunately, I did not stash any lube in my sweatpants. I sort of assumed a liquid packet of any kind would be a bad thing to have in my pocket while sparring with you, regardless of what we got up to.” The man tsked as he continued to hump against his ass.
He huffed, but conceded, “Likely would have. Still—ah—” Ollie’s complaint was cut off on a moan, his cock leaking a drop of pre-cum when Noble reached a hand under him and gripped his still-contained prick. “That doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, Baby.”
Whimpering when the man ground harder against him, Noble rubbing over his tight hole, Ollie started moving with him, rocking back into his thrusts while pressing into the hand that had begun to jerk him off through his clothes.
Chasing their release, it wasn’t long before their moans and heavy breathing began to echo around the room, while their movements grew faster and more frantic.
His briefs wet with his own pre-cum, while his ass was slick with Noble’s, sweat dripped down Ollie’s back while the heat of Noble’s hot body consumed him.
His hole twitching along with his cock, Ollie’s sack began to pull close, as his body wound up tight like a cord. “I’m g-gonna—ah—I’m coming!” he cried out as that cord finally snapped.
Noble growled deeply in his ear, humping faster and harder against his hand as he jerked him through his release. His boyfriend came with a guttural grunt, just as Ollie’s cock released one last spurt of cum into his briefs.
He just continued to kneel there, ass up in the air, shuddering as Noble roughly ground against him, spurting cum over his lower back and into his crack.
The sticky substance was being partly rubbed into his skin by his boyfriend’s body, while also sliding down and dripping onto his partly-removed pants and underwear.
Slowing to a stop once the aftershocks of his release had ended, Noble lifted himself off him, before flopping down onto the mat beside Ollie with a slightly tired grunt.
Taking a shuddered, calming breath, Ollie slowly stretched out and lay flat. When he peeked over at Noble, who was lying on his back, he found a far-too-smug smirk on the man’s face. With a smirk of his own, he cheekily said, “That was…nice?”
Noble scoffed, his eyes narrowing on him. “Just nice?”
Ollie giggled and continued to tease him. “Yes, perfectly nice—” He cut off on a squeal, squirming as his boyfriend began to ruthlessly tickle his sides.