“I think I know what troubles me,” Noah whispered, as though he were hatching some sort of wicked conspiracy with Beckett.
“Oh?” Beckett asked, smiling lazily as he leaned back against the sofa.
Noah inched closer to him, feeling giddy because of his cheekiness. “It’s been too long,” he said, making eyes at Beckett. “You know.”
Beckett jolted as though he’d grabbed hold of an electrical wire. “Oh.” His cheeks flushed.
Noah scooted even closer, so close he could feel the warmth of Beckett’s cheek as he asked right against his ear, “How long has it been for you?”
He practically felt Beckett swallow, before admitting, “Months. No, nearly a year.”
Excitement raced through Noah. He pulled back slightly so that he could look at Beckett and said, “That’s our problem, then. Both of our problem. We’ve let an excess of bodily fluids build up. It isn’t healthy, you know. Scientific inquiry has proven as much.”
“Has it really?” Beckett asked with a sudden, snorting laugh.
Noah caught that laugh and shared it. It seemed to fill him with excited throbbing. “Absolutely. We must do something about it.”
He stood, still grasping Beckett’s hand, and pulled Beckett to stand with him.
“We will both feel so much better after a fuck,” he said, tugging Beckett toward the door. He turned to look at Beckett over his shoulder as they headed up the stairs. “Just between friends, you understand,” he said, his breath coming in shallow, expectant puffs. “Men do it all the time in London.”
“They do it here too,” Beckett said, his face glowing pink.
“There you have it,” Noah said as they reached the upstairs hall and dashed toward Beckett’s room. “We aren’t being unfaithful to our beloveds, we’re merely investigating a scientific principle that says men should not be celibate for too terribly long.” He threw open Beckett’s door, pulled his friend inside, then shut the door behind him. “We will feel entirely different about things in the morning,” he finished.
They were the last words he was capable of. As soon as he and Beckett were ensconced in the room, both of them hurried to undress. Beckett was so careful with every article of his clothing, folding things and draping them over the chair near the fire, even aligning his shoes perfectly under the chair. Noah couldn’t have cared less about orderliness. He threw off his clothes, not caring where they landed, just wanting to be naked.
The result was that he finished undressing before Beckett and moved to throw back the covers of his friend’s bed with an almost frenzied action. He was already in the bed, on his back, with his legs spread invitingly, stroking his cock to full hardness, by the time Beckett finished.
Noah’s hand stopped and his jaw dropped as Beckett stepped toward the bed, completely naked. The man was a god of beauty. His body was evenly proportioned with musculature that his fine clothes hid a little too well. Becket’s shoulders were broad, his pink nipples peeked out from a pleasing amount of dark chest hair, and his stomach was flat and hard. It was his cock that had Noah drooling, though. It was already stiff and stood out from Beckett’s body. It was thick and straight with a beautifully flared tip.
“I need that right now,” Noah gasped, reaching for Beckett.
Beckett giggled in that way he had that made Noah wild. He rushed into bed with Noah, rolling over him and pressing their bodies together in the most delicious ways. Noah groaned freely, pushing his hands up the lines of Beckett’s back, then drawing them down again to his friend’s delicious arse.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Beckett gasped, grinding his cock against Noah’s until he happened across the perfect movements to drive them both wild.
Noah didn’t have words. He grasped the back of Beckett’s head and pulled him down, crashing their mouths together in a kiss that felt like heaven. It was wet and greedy. Neither of them hesitated to thrust their tongues together, vying for who would have the upper hand. Noah wanted all of Beckett, wanted to disappear inside of him and float in arousal and passion. He sucked Beckett’s tongue into his mouth with a deep groan, then let his aggression go as Beckett won the upper hand.
It was the most glorious thing Noah had ever experienced. As soon as he handed over control to Beckett, his friend kissed him with gusto. Noah swept his hands up and down Beckett’s back and sides a few more times before grabbing his friend’s arse and squeezing as he rutted against him.
“Oh, that’s good,” Beckett panted as he let Noah’s mouth go. “That’s very, very good.”
It wasn’t enough, though.
Noah shuffled under Beckett, pushing himself up against the pillows. “I want to suck your cock,” he gasped, grasping Beckett’s hips and pushing them back so that he could free himself to sit against the headboard. “Like this.”
His instructions were cryptic, but Beckett seemed to grasp what he wanted. He knelt and scooted closer to the head of the bed, bracing his hands on the wall behind Noah. Noah readjusted so that he was at the right level, then opened his mouth hungrily.
Beckett guided himself right to Noah’s lips, circling his head around tantalizingly before Noah caught him and sucked him inside. They both let out obscene sounds of pleasure as Beckett sank into Noah’s mouth. He was tentative at first, and Noah had no idea how to communicate that he was quite capable of taking him all the way. He grabbed hold of Beckett’s arse and tugged while leaning into him.
Beckett let out a loud string of expletives and tilted his head back, receiving the message loud and clear. He moved faster and deeper, then, fucking into Noah’s throat with abandon. Noah hummed with arousal between swallows to ward off the worst of the choking, to let Beckett know he was enjoying himself just as much. Better still, Beckett glanced down to watch what was happening, and his and Noah’s eyes met.
Noah could have come from the power of Beckett’s smile alone. His heart throbbed as desperately as his cock at the light of affection and pleasure in his friend’s eyes. Pure happiness spilled through Noah, and he gripped Beckett’s arse harder.
“Too soon,” Beckett gasped, pulling back from Noah so suddenly that his cock made a wet popping sound as it came free from Noah’s mouth. “I don’t want it to end so soon.”
“Do you want to fuck my arse?” Noah asked, breathless, unable to stop touching Beckett as he moved to brace himself above him, their eyes level.