“Which you’re eating,” I said, grabbing the tray. I held it out for Noah. “Did you want some?”
“Thanks,” he said after a short pause, spearing a couple of slices. “I’ve got something for you too.”
He put what looked like a small remote on the table next to my plate. I picked it up, turning it over and back again as he ate. I slid the wheel on the side up and then to full bore but got no reaction, then Noah’s cutlery went crashing down on the table, his hands slapping down on the table and digging in. I dialled the remote back again quickly, much to his relief. We all watched him pant wildly, waiting for him to catch his breath and provide an explanation.
“That’s…that’s the remote to the vibrating plug I’m wearing,” he finally forced out.
I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.
“I figured I’d put it on the table so to speak. I thought about giving it to you when the guys weren’t around, but guessed that would come across as sneaky. So, if you want, you can take it, have a play…with me. Without actually having to engage. I thought that might…”
Blinking, I had to spend a little time parsing what he was saying, but when I did, my eyes dropped down to the innocuous little rectangle of plastic.
“So you want Flick to…?” Aidan’s eyes dropped down.
Noah squirmed a little at the attention, which made me want to grab the remote and turn it up a little.
Wait, what?
I picked it up, considering the dial before sliding it up a little.
All eyes turned to me again.
“What? It’s kinda cool. So this feels good, right?”
“So, so good,” Noah groaned.
“I like it. Makes me feel powerful.” I slid the dial up slightly, and Noah almost choked on his mouthful. He swallowed hastily, then flopped back in his chair, his ab muscles bunching and flexing as he rode the waves. “Like I can drive him out of his mind without even touching him.”
“You do that anyway.”
The guys all had the words out at the same time, provoking a laugh from all three of them. The tension seemed to relax a bit after that. Well, everyone but Noah.
“So how does it make you feel?” Aidan asked as he mopped his plate.
“You’re very curious about this,” I said, cocking an eyebrow.
“What? I just want to know what we’re dealing with. Like, are you gonna expect me to…?”
Noah laughed at that, though it was a strange breathy sound. “I gave Flick the remote, not you. It feels like that glorious moment when you’re just about to come, except it just goes on and on and on. When you finally do come, it blows your fucking head off. Like the closest we can come to having multiple orgasms.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
We all looked up when Peter spoke. He just shrugged.
“Prostate’s an organ, not an orientation, Aidan. Its sole purpose is pleasure. If you’d been paying attention in sex ed classes, you’d remember that.”
“Right.”
“Well, you better have your breakfast,” I said briskly. The air in here was so damn thick, you could cut it with a knife. “Or I’ll need to turn this off. Can’t have you wasting away.”
“Right,” Noah replied a little shakily, then reached for his fork and started to eat.
We ended up sprawled out on the couch after breakfast, not having the energy for another round yet. But it was there—a niggle in the base of my spine, an expansive warmness in my pelvis that sometimes turned into a sharp twinge.
“You OK, Flick?” Peter asked as I gasped, settling down against him. “Flick? What was—?”