“Oh fuck,” Rowe breathed. “Do it. Take it back in your mouth. Suck harder.”
Noah grinned around his prick, then did what he asked, increasing the suction and the speed of his movements until Rowe couldn’t breathe. When the air returned, all he could do was moan and thrust into that hot, hot cavern. Noah shifted on him and he felt the man rubbing on the bed again, only this time, his dick also rubbed against the side of his leg.
He couldn’t believe how fucking hot he found that. Noah swallowed around the head of his cock and Rowe reached up to brace his hands on the headboard, stretching his head back, taking in the feel of Noah’s mouth, Noah’s body and all that slow, sexy movement. Noah cupped his balls, stroked his finger over his perineum and pressed and Rowe lost it. He shouted again as he erupted into Noah’s mouth. He was only half aware of Noah swallowing and reaching down to grab his own dick. Hot semen hit his leg.
He lay there, stunned, his heart pounding so hard, he was afraid it was going to burst through his ribcage. Noah rested a cheek on his hip, also breathing hard. He had one hand on Rowe’s thigh, his thumb moving in gentle strokes over the tender skin of his inner thigh.
Panic began to grow in his gut. A dark fist of pain that punched deep, then swelled and spread. He tamped it back, managed to lie next to Noah, who crawled up beside him and watched him quietly in the low light. Eyelids slowly covered blue eyes that saw too much while Rowe found all his words caught in that flow of pain. He couldn’t do this. It was too much. Too fast. He was going to fuck it up. Going to lose Noah and just the barest hint of this man not being in his life the next day sucked all the air from his lungs.
When Noah fell asleep, Rowe quietly got up, grabbed a pair of sweats off his dresser and left the man sleeping in his bed.Chapter 15“Noah?”
He turned onto his back and blinked into the darkness. Several days had passed and they’d fallen into a pattern. He hung around with Rowe at work, even staying late like they had tonight when this blond mountain named Sven brought in take-out. They’d talk, crack jokes, laugh—just like they always had even if there was a new tension to it. And then when they returned home, somehow it would start. A look. A stray touch. Fuck, half the time Noah didn’t have a clue what it was that set them off. He only knew that he had to be touching Rowe and he had to have Rowe’s hands on him. But once their frantic passion was spent…Rowe was gone.
Tonight though, Noah had needed a break. Or…he’d felt that Rowe did. So, he’d turned in early to give his friend space. The pinched look hadn’t left his face in two days.
“Noah?” Rowe repeated. He sounded gutted. Lonely.
Noah’s heart sped up as he waited for whatever Rowe had to say, but he stayed silent.
Rowe stood next to his bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers—Noah couldn’t see their color in the darkness. Moonlight spilled through the open curtains, caressing the muscles of Rowe’s chest, highlighting the intricate black lines and swirls that wrapped his shoulder and impressive bicep. The desire and need in his expression ripped into Noah.
Even as he knew his heart was going to break, he lifted the covers.
Rowe tugged off his boxers and crawled underneath. His mouth found Noah’s in the darkness with unerring accuracy. He plastered his lips and his hard, muscled body against Noah’s fast. He lowered the covers, cocooning them together underneath. Rowe slid one thigh between his legs and rolled on top of him. He moaned as he settled between Noah’s legs and Noah swallowed the noise, held him close.
The most carnal sound escaped Rowe’s mouth as he tentatively thrust against Noah, his naked body pressing into Noah’s sweatpants.
He wanted to be naked so badly.
Thrusting his tongue into Rowe’s mouth, Noah felt fire streaking through his veins and he gasped. Rowe’s body was like a furnace and he spread his legs more, bucking up against him. He wrapped his legs around him and shuddered, reveling in the way Rowe’s body started to shake as his thrusts became harder, more rhythmic. Their cocks rubbed together and Noah gasped, twisting his mouth to the side. “You gotta take off my pants.”
“Yeah,” Rowe breathed. He scrambled back to his knees and tugged Noah’s pants off his hips. He had to move to the side to get them off both Noah’s legs. He dropped them off the side of the bed and ran his hands over Noah’s calves, up over his knees and slowly, slowly up the insides of his thighs. Moonlight flashed on his teeth when he shot Noah a wicked grin and came back over him.