“Fuck no.”
Alistair chuckled. “And here I thought you might still want that massage.”
“Huh?” Noah lifted his head.
“Oh, no. Forget it. You want to stay in bed and sleep.”
The idea of Alistair rubbing on him in any capacity was very alluring, and Noah sat up quickly, pawing at his eyes. “No, look. I’m awake. Totally.”
“Too late.” Alistair pushed himself up against the pillows with a languid sigh. “I suppose this can be a lesson for appreciating an early start to the day.”
“Seriously?”
“Did I stutter?” Alistair stood, straightening his silken robe. “Perhaps later.”
“Come on!” Noah scowled.
It was way too early to be awake, and now he was losing out on a massage. The frustration was compounded by his persistent morning wood, and he reached down to adjust himself.
“No. We’re going to have breakfast and prepare ourselves for this evening’s festivities. DJ Quigs, yes?” Alistair stretched his arms. “I’m sure it’s going to be very exciting.”
“So exciting,” Noah echoed as he started to stroke his dick beneath the covers. “I’ll be right with you.”
Spying Noah’s movement, Alistair snorted. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Well, you won’t rub me, so I am.” Noah tilted his head defiantly. “Got a problem with that, old man?”
“Yes.”
“Come on. What are you going to do? Stop me?”
“Feel free to enjoy yourself, but remember that it is well within my power to stop you from attending the concert.”
Noah’s hand stopped. “Oh, that’s low.”
“Now are you ready for breakfast?”
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now?” Noah gestured to his dick. “This is, like, a medical situation.”
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you called me ‘old’.”
“Motherfucker.”
It was not fun walking around with a dick that could have cut diamonds, but Noah managed to put on his robe and head back to his room for a change of clothes. Crybaby joined him, as usual, but she gave him his privacy in the bathroom to get ready.
Noah was tempted to jerk off really fast in the shower, but he had a feeling Alistair would know if he did.
He would wait. He wanted to be good.
But mornings still sucked.
After showering, Noah put on jean short-shorts and a tight neon-green crop top. He didn’t know if Alistair would approve, but the shirt showed off his muscular torso and stomach very nicely, so maybe Alistair would shut up and enjoy the view for once.
Breakfast was fresh fruit and oatmeal, and Noah was grateful they were eating in the dining room.
Crybaby and the rest of the gang had managed to keep the party guests from crashing in here so Noah and Alistair were left undisturbed to eat their meal.
Well, mostly.
