Noah slipped his hand over the empty space next to him, still warm, and wiggled over to claim it. He hadn’t had any other nightmares that he could recall. His cock certainly didn’t seem to think so, half-hard and pressing into the bed as he slid over onto Alistair’s side.
After flipping onto his back, Noah slid his hands down to touch himself beneath the covers. He stroked lazily, cupping his balls and squeezing. He wasn’t sure what kind of mood Alistair would be in, but he hoped it was a good one.
“Good morning,” Alistair greeted him as he stepped back into the bedroom. He had a new dressing on his shoulder, and he was only wearing briefs. He looked freshly showered and absolutely delicious.
“Mmm, good morning.” Noah continued jerking off, smiling brightly.
“How did you sleep? Any more bad dreams?”
A returning flash of a vivid pair of bulging eyes briefly disrupted Noah’s rhythm. “No. Slept good. Thanks. And you?”
“Good, thank you.” Alistair looked down to where Noah’s hands were moving, hidden by the covers. “And what are you up to, I wonder?”
“Me?” Noah grinned. “Nothin’ at all.”
“It’s not nice to lie.”
“Why don’t you come over and find out, huh?”
“Move the blanket.” Alistair’s firm tone changed the energy of the room immediately.
It was hotter now, totally charged, and Noah’s cock flexed in his hand as he whipped back the covers.
Alistair didn’t say anything. He merely watched, his eye tracking every jerk of Noah’s hand.
“You can touch if you wanna.” Noah winked as he wiggled enticingly. “I also appreciate morning blowjobs.”
“I’m enjoying the view for now. I was planning on cooking us breakfast, you know.”
“What’s the matter, sir?” Noah challenged. “Not feelin’ up to it? Too early for you?”
Alistair snorted.
“Need some coffee first?” Noah continued to prod, determined to get a rise out of him. “Some Ovaltine? Or whatever it is you old people drink.”
“Come here. Now.” Alistair pointed to the edge of the bed. “Lay back with your head hanging off.”
“Why?”
“So I can fuck your bratty little mouth.”
“Oh, yes, sir.” Noah rolled over as requested, scooting toward Alistair until his head dropped off the edge of the mattress. Even upside down, the view of Alistair’s hard cock peeking out from his underwear was fantastic, and he licked his lips eagerly.
Alistair leaned close, rubbing the tip of his dick around Noah’s mouth. “Couldn’t go and have a nice breakfast, could we? You had to misbehave, didn’t you?”
“You weren’t givin’ me what I wanted.” Noah squeezed himself and stuck out his tongue to lap at the side of Alistair’s cock.
“That’s going to happen often, dear Noah. That’s life. And you can’t always use that gorgeous body to manipulate the outcome.” Alistair pushed forward, shoving his cock into Noah’s waiting mouth.
Closing his eyes, Noah relaxed his jaw and let Alistair press deep. He could take him all the way like this, and he jerked himself off frantically. God, this was so hot.
Alistair grabbed his hands, suddenly pinning them down by his sides, and he rocked his hips. “No, no… not yet. You’ve been a brat this morning already, and I’m not sure if you deserve to come.”
Whining, Noah sucked harder around Alistair’s length, trying to urge him to go faster. If he could get Alistair off quickly, then maybe he could come too for doing such a great job.
“Patience, dear Noah.”
There was a sharp slap on Noah’s cock, and his hips jerked wildly. The pain was fleeting, but it made him ache and twitch.
