Beckett hesitated, holding his breath, then breathed out, “God, yes!”
And yet, instead of rushing into proper positions, Beckett smashed his mouth over Noah’s again, kissing him with fervor. Noah circled his arms around his friend, digging his fingertips into Beckett’s back and widening his hips so that their impossibly hard cocks could rub together. It was so much more than any of the utilitarian encounters he’d had in the past. Yes, he and Beckett were just getting each other off to relieve pent-up emotion, but it felt even better because of the friendship between them.
“I need you in me,” Noah panted when his arousal began to tip into frustration. “I need you to fuck me hard, until I come all over your pretty, clean sheets.”
Beckett laughed, kissed him again fleetingly, then reached over to the table beside the bed. “I have half a mind to make you put a handkerchief down,” he said, taking a jar of Vaseline from the drawer in the bedside table. “You know I like my things to stay tidy.”
“Yes, I do,” Noah laughed.
He tried to flip over so he could present Beckett with his arse, but Beckett stopped him with, “No, I prefer this way. Then I can see your face when you come.”
A deep, shattering throb filled Noah’s heart as he stared up at Beckett. His friend wanted to see him. He didn’t just want a hole to fuck for relief. He wasn’t just a stranger that could have been interchangeable with any of a hundred other men. Beckett wanted to be withhim.
He couldn’t speak. All he could do was shift down the bed a bit and draw his knees up as far as he could, tilting his pelvis to offer Beckett his hole.
Beckett hummed in appreciation as he slicked his cock, then brought his fingers to Noah’s hole to open him up. Noah gasped at the first intrusion of one finger. It felt so intimate, so good. Even though it had been a while, he wasn’t exactly a monk. He was able to take two fingers with ease, then to relax and adjust when Beckett added a third finger.
“Enough of that,” he panted. “I want you in me now.”
Beckett obeyed at once, shifting into place, then breaching Noah slowly. They both made wild, wicked, delightful sounds as Beckett worked his way in deeper and deeper. Noah thought he might come right out of his skin it felt so good. His legs began to shake with the effort of holding them up, and once Beckett was in him to the hilt, he let go so he could stoke his own cock as Beckett moved.
From there, it was all over too soon. The heat and scent and feel of Beckett’s body around and inside of him was divine, and when Beckett shifted his thrusts to drag across Noah’s prostate, Noah came hard, whimpering, groaning, and shouting Beckett’s name over and over.
Beckett wasn’t far behind him. He panted sweet words of praise as he pumped hard into Noah, filling him with warmth and a feeling of togetherness that Noah had only dreamed about. It was so perfect that Noah wanted to weep when Beckett collapsed atop him, then rolled so that they were on their sides, plastered together with sweat and seed and tangled limbs.
But then Beckett did the very last thing Noah would have expected. He brushed a hand tenderly over Noah’s cheek, gazing with sated delight into Noah’s eyes, then surged in for a kiss.
It was a far different kiss than the demanding kisses they’d shared at the beginning of their lovemaking. Noah felt it all through his exhausted, overheated body. He kissed Beckett back with passion, even though he needed to catch his breath. They were both panting as they tried to extend the kiss as long as possible. Noah clung to his friend, running his fingers through Beckett’s thick hair, like he’d wanted to from the start, not wanting their bodies to separate. He felt so good right where he was.
At last, neither of them had the energy to keep kissing. Beckett flopped back to rest his head on the pillows, though he kept his limbs entwined with Noah’s. “That was magnificent,” he said, still breathless.
“It was,” Noah agreed with a purr, stretching to nestle against Beckett’s body. “It was just the thing.”
“Yes, absolutely,” Beckett agreed, hugging Noah loosely. “I suppose the scientific community knows what it’s doing.”
Noah laughed. He couldn’t help himself. His heart felt lighter than it had in ages.
Even if he was a wicked and unfaithful lover now.
ChapterTen
It baffled Beckett how things could feel so unbelievably right and so horribly wrong at the same time. Making love with Noah had been a revelation. It had been hot and exciting and deeply satisfying. But perhaps even more satisfying was the fact that Noah didn’t leave his bed to go sleep in his own room.
For days.
A week after that fateful night, Noah was still sleeping in his bed. And every night of that week, they’d gotten ready for bed by thoroughly exhausting each other with some of the most extraordinarily inventive lovemaking Beckett had ever known. Noah was enthusiastic and imaginative. They’d switched off roles, Beckett sometimes taking the top position and sometimes yielding to Noah. Either way, they never failed to satisfy each other or to leave each other worn out.
But Beckett enjoyed the quiet times just as much as the libidinous times. He liked waking with Noah’s naked body wrapped around his. Noah was tactile and liked full contact between the two of them as they slept. He would drape himself over Beckett, one leg scissored between Beckett’s, his head using Beckett’s shoulder or chest as a pillow. And Beckett loved it. Noah’s clinginess made him feel wanted and needed.
Unlike the way Graham Ravenswood had always made him feel.
Beckett tried to keep those thoughts at bay, but as he awoke a week after he and Noah had fallen into their sleeping arrangements, as he absently stroked his fingertips over Noah’s side while Noah continued to sleep, even though the sun was up and they needed to get to work, Beckett was forced to admit that he didn’t have anymore feelings for Graham. In fact, he was overcome with embarrassment when he thought about the way he’d behaved toward Graham. He’d been chasing the intimacy he’d felt after sleeping with Graham that one time, but instead of recapturing it with Graham, he’d discovered something new with Noah.
It was far too soon for him to know what he felt for Noah. All he knew was that he enjoyed his friend in his bed.
Noah stirred as Beckett contemplated how swiftly things had changed. He must have felt Beckett’s thoughts coursing through him. He stretched and drew in a breath as he woke, then muscled himself to his side so he could look down at Beckett.
“Why are you so tense first thing in the morning?” Noah asked blearily.