Low, rhythmic noises of pleasure hummed from Zeke’s mouth as Noah kissed him again and again. Noah became all too aware of Zeke’s own rock-solid erection pushing into his stomach, and broke off to spit into his hand, before pushing it between their writhing bodies. The sound Zeke made when Noah closed his wet hand around his hard length was one he planned on hearing many, many times.
“God, Noah,” Zeke panted, then pawed at Noah’s stomach with frantic hands before he finally found what he was looking for.
Noah gave up all attempts to reserve his dignity as Zeke’s hand grasped his cock, stroking up and down in quick motions, causing him to cry out as waves of pleasure rocked through his body.
“I’m already close,” Zeke said, breathless, quiet, unsure.
Noah released him. “I want you in my mouth,” he said, taking immense pleasure at the look on Zeke’s face. “If that’s okay.”
Zeke didn’t reply, just gasped and nodded, stroking Noah’s hair as he slid downwards. Noah gripped Zeke’s hips, then slid his hands under to cup his ass, digging his fingers into the firm flesh. Finally his mouth arrived at its destination. Noah took in a slightly shaky breath before slowly licking Zeke’s cock from its base to its leaking head. Then, he peppered it with kisses as it twitched against his cheek.
“Please…” Zeke’s pathetic whimper almost sent him over the edge himself.
Noah opened his mouth, taking most of Zeke into his throat in one swift motion. Zeke moaned, a loud, throaty, guttural sound and Noah whacked his thigh, hoping Zeke would understand his signal to shut up. He knew from experience how thin the walls were.
“Sorry,” Zeke whispered with a laugh, arching his hips into him.
Noah took him deeper and deeper into his mouth, flicking his tongue up to lick at the velvety skin, relishing its soft feel and the way Zeke squirmed beneath him. Noah dug his nails even harder into Zeke’s hips as Zeke gripped Noah’s head and began to thrust slightly in his mouth. Every time Noah reached Zeke’s head he’d tongue the slit, and Zeke became more and more undone until he was a quivering mess—clawing the bedsheet, writhing, mumbling nonsense.
“I’m…” Zeke said, before lifting a pillow up and smothering his face with it.
Thick, hot liquid filled Noah’s mouth. He swallowed.
For a few moments, Zeke lay stone-still, groaning into the pillow. Then he threw it to the side, revealing wild eyes on a flushed, glistening face.
Noah climbed back up to kiss him, more than content to leave it there for today. But within seconds, Zeke had flipped them over, and Noah pressed his erection back into Zeke’s waiting hand, slick with spit. Zeke’s touch sent him to new depths of elation and heat immediately pooled in his groin as Zeke stroked his dick in time with his thrusts, each of them sending blissful tremors of ecstasy through his body. Now it was his turn to tremble and writhe, tiny moans escaping his lips. This was going to end far too soon for Noah’s liking—his balls were already tightening and he was already beginning on float in orgasmic bliss.
When Zeke increased the pace, swiping his finger over the head of his cock on each upstroke, he was done for. He lightly scraped his nails over Zeke’s shoulder blade as he pumped Noah’s release out of him, coating his stomach in sticky glory. He lay for a few moments, eyes shut, stars dancing on his lids.
Zeke chuckled lightly, relieving some of the tension, drawing Noah to him as he collapsed beside him. He kissed the top of Noah’s head, smoothing his hair away from his face before continuing to run his fingers through it.
Noah suppressed a smirk. Zeke was clearly obsessed with his hair. It didn’t matter—Noah was obsessed with Zeke.
“I hope that was an… educational experience for you,” Noah said.
Beside him, Zeke’s body shook with laughter. “Marks out of ten?”
“One hundred.”
Noah reached into his bedside table and threw them both a tissue. Then he shuffled their bodies so that his head rested on Zeke’s chest. His heart thudded against his ear.
“You’ll have to sneak back into your room later,” he said, mood sinking at the thought. The morning they’d woken up together, legs and arms entangled in a cocoon of warmth, had quickly become a favourite memory. “There’s only so many times you could pretend you got up before the others. Which is an implausible lie, anyway.”
Zeke made a grumbling noise. Noah looked up to see he’d shut his eyes. His blonde hair, tousled and damp with sweat, lay sprawled across the pillow.
Noah smiled.
This is what happiness feels like.
Zeke seemed to be on the verge of sleep, but then said, “I meant what I said earlier. This isn’t just a bit of fun to me.” His fingers traced the small scar on Noah’s ribcage that he’d gotten tumbling down onto rusty metal in a scrap yard a few years back.
Noah was a feather, floating out of the window and up into the sky. “Me neither,” he said. “So… am I the first guy you’ve ever been attracted to?”
“I guess if I’m really honest with myself, I probably had a bit of a crush on Oliver, looking back.”
“Oliver?”Noah said. “Your colleague we visited in London?Really?”
Beneath him, Zeke shook with laughter.
