Adam ignored him, saying, “Those aren’t even good insults.”
August.
Only August would call Adam over and over again because of hurt feelings. He was—in some ways—childlike in his moods. He spent so much time thinking about big global pictures that there was little left in terms of humanity. This had to be about August’s new crush. What was his name? Oh, yeah. Lucas.
August was furious because somebody was mean to Lucas. If it was anybody else, Noah would have found it amusing, but he knew first hand that a mildly inconvenienced psychopath could be worse than an infuriated non-psychopath any day. And August seemed very, very into his new friend.
“I get it, but you gotta rein it in, bro, or Dad will try to take him away from you. So, pull it together, okay? Good talk.”
Noah winced. Things were bad when Adam was the voice of reason.
Noah snickered as Adam said, “He’s a little…tied up right now.”
His laugh became a mewling sound as Adam’s hand closed around his now only half-hard cock, slowly jerking him back to attention. “Hnf.”
Noah couldn’t see Adam but he seemed to be multitasking just fine, talking to his brother like he wasn’t sending shockwaves of pleasure over Noah with each tug. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to tie these restraints, bro? He’ll call you later.” There was a long-suffering sigh. “Yes. Literally. I have him literally tied to our bed right now. Call back later.”
Noah’s face grew flaming hot. “Oh, my God, Adam. You cannot just tell people you have me tied to the bed.”
Adam tightened his fist, twisting on his upward stroke. “Why not? You are. Besides, it’s not people. It’s August.” To August, he said, “He’ll call you later.” Then his voice perked up. “A date?”
“Put him on speakerphone,” Noah demanded, even as he pumped his hips upward into Adam’s tightened fist.
“You can’t be serious?” Adam asked.
Noah rolled his eyes, even though Adam couldn’t see it. “I am. He needs our help.”
“Ugh, fine. Five minutes. That’s all you get. You hear me? Five.”
Noah didn’t know whether Adam was talking to him or August but it didn’t matter. There was a beep and then a white noise indicating August was in his ugly Mercedes jeep rip-off.
“Wh—” Noah’s breath hitched as the bed dipped and Adam’s nose nuzzled against the spot where his hip and thigh met. “What’s up, dude?”
“I’m supposed to go on a date with Lucas. Like tonight.”
“That’s good,” Noah assured him, voice filled with false cheer.
“I’ve never been on a date before,” August said.
Noah couldn’t help another sharp inhalation as Adam licked over his balls before curling his tongue along the hard length of him. How did he fucking do that? He forced himself to concentrate. “Okay. Well, where are you going?”
“His place.”
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, keep doing that,” Noah whispered when Adam closed his mouth over his cock and began to suck with slow, deliberate pulls, starting at the base then pulling upwards until only the crown of his erection remained, before slowing and starting all over again. Adam had clearly found a new game. Trying to make Noah fall apart while on the phone.
“Doing what? I’m not doing anything,” August said. Noah was grateful for how literal August was.
“Not you,” Noah assured.
August sounded mildly irritated as he said, “We’re supposed to have dinner and talk about his killer ex-coworker.”
Noah stifled a moan as Adam snickered, the feeling vibrating along his shaft. “Most people just make small talk on a first date, but, honestly, this seems right on brand for you,” he mused.
Adam pulled off Noah with a pop, asking, “Are you sure it’s a date?” His tone was doubtful.
“It is. I asked. He said yes.” August’s indignant response was kind of cute.
Sometimes, August ignored major context clues, but Noah wasn’t about to burst his bubble. This was good for August. He wanted a person of his own so badly. Still, Noah couldn’t help the hesitancy in his voice. “Okay, well…good.”
