Chapter 45
Standing there naked in Noble’s shower, Ollie’s face scrunched as he looked from the innocent smile on his boyfriend’s face to the stark white square bandage taped over the bullet wound in the man’s right shoulder.
Noble was sitting there on the bench in the shower, his thick, uncut cock fully erect.
His muscular chest, arms, and thick thighs were there for Ollie’s viewing—the many faded scars over his beige tanned skin only adding to the attraction.
Yet, as hard as Ollie was, it wasn’t enough to distract him from the reality that his boyfriend was injured, and was unable to do the things he knew the man wanted.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Noble.”
His boyfriend’s smile widened, the innocent expression clearly fake. “Please, Baby, I need you. I promise, I’ll be good and won’t move.”
Ollie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “It’s not about moving.
I only need to accidentally bump you wrong to tear open your stitches.
And in case you didn’t realize, I am not super graceful…
Also, I can tell you now that riding you is out of the question.
I’d need to use your shoulders for both leverage and balance, and I can’t do that. ”
The smile on his boyfriend’s face dropped, the man sagging a bit where he sat. “Right…”
He giggled, eyeing the man for a moment before purring, “I suppose I can still help you out a little bit, as long as you don’t move.”
Noble instantly perked up, and Ollie shuddered as that fake innocence from before disappeared.
The man’s gaze seemed to be trying to devour his body from where he sat.
Ollie just barely stopped himself from trying to self-consciously cover up, as a flush spread across his wet, heated skin.
He was slowly getting used to the way Noble looked at him, and even slower still, working towards believing that a man who looked like Noble would actually want him.
Clearing his throat, he tried to feel confident as he awkwardly strutted towards the man, before carefully dropping to his knees in front of him after the man had diverted the water from above to the handheld shower head.
He shuddered again when Noble ran a finger along his jaw, and rumbled thickly, “Going to suck me, Baby?”
“Mm,” he hummed, as he slowly looked up from under his lashes and licked his lips, one hand wrapping around Noble’s thick shaft.
Almost burning to the touch, the man’s cock twitched in his palm, as Noble gazed down at him with heated eyes, watching and waiting in anticipation.
Under that heated gaze, Ollie leaned forward to flick his tongue over the man’s slit, before teasing Noble’s foreskin, which had already pulled back from the man’s ruddy head. Noble held himself still as he let out a low groan.
Knowing that it had been a long night for both of them, Ollie only played with the man’s tip and foreskin for a few moments more before taking Noble’s crown into his mouth.
Using his other hand to cup the man’s sack, he began to roll it in his palm as he sucked on his boyfriend’s tip.
Moaning, Noble slid his left hand into Ollie’s slick curls.
The sounds of the man’s pleasure sent tingles down his spine, causing his own cock to leak a drop of pre-cum.
Ollie lapped up the drops Noble had given him, as he continued to suck and tease the man’s head.
He did that for a few seconds longer, before finally taking more of the man’s prick into his mouth, letting go of his hold on the man’s shaft as he did.
Rolling Noble’s balls in his other hand, Ollie took the man as deep as he could go without gagging, before swallowing thickly around the shaft in his mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” his boyfriend moaned loudly.
Ollie shuddered at the feeling of the man jerking in his throat, as another drop of pre-cum slid down. He was never sure why pre-cum didn’t bother him, but the idea of actual cum did.
Unmoving for a moment, he just swallowed again and again, drawing shudder after shudder from Noble as the man’s hand tightened in his hair, before he finally began to bob up and down on his boyfriend’s cock.
“That’s it, Baby. Take me down your throat,” Noble groaned. “Feels so good.”
With Noble’s continued words of praise spurring him on, he sped up, taking the man deeper each time, not even caring when he started to gag a bit.
The sounds and Noble’s words had his own prick slick with pre-cum and throbbing, and he whimpered in need around the shaft in his mouth.
As the vibrations caused Noble to let out a loud moan, Ollie reached down and started to jerk himself off in time with his head bobbing.
He continued at that pace, driving them both towards release, but pulled off the man with a pop when Noble growled in warning, “Ollie, I’m close!”
Drawing in deep breaths through his mouth, he released his hold on the man’s sack, and wrapped a hand back around Noble’s shaft, before rapidly jerking the man off.
Within seconds, the man was shouting out with his release.
Noble sprayed cum over his own clenching abs, while he spasmed in Ollie’s still-moving hand.
As he rubbed Noble through his orgasm, he started to slow his movements as the man finished, while the hand he had around his own cock sped up. He let out a weak cry when he came just moments after Noble had finished.
When his prick was finally spent, Ollie let go, his arms falling to his sides as he panted heavily and sagged where he remained knelt, his ass now resting on his feet.
Shuddering as Noble released his hold on his hair to caress his jaw again, Ollie flopped against the man’s legs as he tried to catch his breath.
As if the day was finally catching up with him, he suddenly felt heavy with exhaustion.
Ollie rested there, his breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal, as Noble went about cleaning the cum off his own abdomen and cock. But then he squawked and flailed when Noble suddenly dragged him into his lap and started to re-wash him as well.
“Noble!?” he protested hoarsely, his throat a bit sore now.
“Relax, Baby. Let me clean you up,” the man rumbled thickly.
“You’re injured!”
“Shhh.”
Huffing with exasperation and tiredness, Ollie reluctantly just let the man do it. When he was done, and the shower was shut off, he responded to Noble prodding him to get up, and obediently followed him out of the shower. He struggled to keep his eyes open, each step feeling heavier than the last.
When Noble started to dry him off, his eyes closed, but they snapped right back open when the man finished and proceeded to pick his ass up and shift him onto one hip, like one would carry a child.
“Noble, put me down!” he demanded tiredly, struggling fiercely to keep his eyes open.
“It’s fine. I’m holding you with my left arm.”
He had a thought about breaking free, but didn’t when he realized he would likely cause more damage doing that than if he just let Noble carry him to bed.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel any sort of tugging, even just holding me this way. Everything is connected, you know!?”
The man just chuckled in response.
“You are a bad patient,” Ollie grumbled weakly, a yawn overtaking him as Noble tugged back the covers and laid him in bed.
Staring up tiredly, his eyes were almost shut when he frowned on noticing the man’s wound was partly uncovered now.
The tape on the upper side of the bandage had lifted up, and just the tail end of the man’s stitches were showing.
Staring hazily at them, a wayward thought floated through his mind that made no sense.
Yet, whether it made sense or not, the idea that the man’s wound looked almost too healed, for how new it was, still continued to cling on, until the moment his lids finally fell shut and he drifted to sleep.