Noah

"But what?" I gripped his chin when he tried to look away. "Wrong time to be shy, Julian." Leaning in a bit, I grazed my nose along his jaw. "Speak up."

He shuddered through a breath. "I want to take advantage."

I groaned quietly and gave his skin a sharp nip. "You little fucker. You set this up." Not needing his answer, I grabbed his jaw and kissed him.

No going back now.Chapter 10

It was a rush, how he melted into me as I took control. I kissed him slowly a few times, testing for my own sake. His lips were soft and tasted of cherries from his drink and weed.

With a swipe of my tongue, I parted his lips, and it woke him up. He kissed me back hard, after which I pushed him down to lie on his back. I followed and covered his body with mine. The relief, the one I'd said I ached for, was fucking everywhere. Like tiny explosions inside me, they fueled me to push harder and want even more.

"My bed," I growled. "Now."

I hauled him up and nudged him toward the hallway. He panted and glanced over his shoulder, and then he turned, and I was there to press him up against the nearest wall.

"Harder," he demanded. "I fucking need it, Noah."

No more than I did. "Lose the shirt." I pressed my cock against his lower abs and deepened the kiss. It was intoxicating, and for thinking this was brief—something to get out of my system—I grabbed at him as if I wanted to mark him indelibly.

As he got rid of his T-shirt, I moved us farther down the hall toward my room. I bit into his neck then licked the spot. In response, he bucked into me, groaned, and palmed my crotch.

"Holy fuck," he breathed out. "I-I want you in my mouth."

A rush of possessiveness bolted through me, and I lifted my head from his neck. I could barely see past the haze of lust. He stroked me outside my sweats and licked his bottom lip.

I cupped his jaw and forced my thumb between his lips.

My cock would be the first one he'd suck.

Fuck, yeah.

I liked that more than I should.

Withdrawing my thumb, I slid in three fingers instead and pushed down his bottoms. "Suck my fingers as hard as you can." I looked down between us, seeing his stiff cock. "Take more." My mouth went dry as pre-come pulsed out of him. "More, Julian."

He moaned and closed his eyes, and I rewarded him by squeezing his tight sac gently in my hand. I was glad he didn't shave. He wasn't smooth everywhere. He was a man. Though, I appreciated the softness about him, too. His chest was mostly free from hair.

"I'll have you spread out for me," I told him.

He nodded rapidly, and I removed my fingers. Then I turned him toward my room and slapped his ass.

"Go—now. I want you on your back in the middle of the bed."

I followed him, getting rid of my sweats as I went, and reached my bed at the same time as he got settled. Completely naked, he looked more vulnerable, but to me, it was the perfect fucking sight. So much to touch and hold.

"You have no idea how much I need this." I crawled over him, pausing to flick his nipple ring with my tongue.

He hissed and tried to pull me down on him. "For not being gay, you're kind of awesome at it."

"Kind of?" I lifted a brow.

"Out of this world," he amended, brushing a finger over my beard. "Can I just ask if it's me you want—even for the moment—or simply sex?"

"You." That was an easy one. The easiest question he could ask, actually. It was him. It was fucking comforting, sexy, freeing—it was like I could breathe again. I didn't understand it. I only knew I'd needed this for weeks now, and it had to be him. "I gotta feel you."

Make sure you're real.

I dipped down and coaxed him into a slow, drugging kiss.

"Everywhere," he mumbled.

His fingers raked over my back, and we both moaned when I lowered myself to him. I covered him completely, and it brought more of that relief. Didn’t matter the sexual frustration was building up; I was reveling. No fucking rush here.

He slid his hands across my chest as I stroked his neck and shoulders. The kiss never really broke, and it wouldn’t be difficult to get addicted to his taste. Fuck, I'd missed this. Kissing, rolling around, just feeling. But I had to admit it carried more meaning with Julian. I didn't know why, but I assumed it had to do with the fact that, in one way, we were all we had left.

At some point, he ended up on top, and the sexual tension grew thicker. He felt fucking amazing wherever I touched him. He was needy, greedy, and instinctive. Sitting up, I cupped his ass in my hands and pulled him close so our cocks slid together.