“Back left pocket.” I pulled back and looked at his sheepish expression. He shrugged and said “A guy can prepare for the best, can’t he?”
“Absolutely.”
I removed Noah’s jeans and briefs then retrieved the condom and lube packets from his back pocket. I quickly shimmied out of my clothes and slid my body between his parted thighs. Maybe I had been wrong to delay the joining of our bodies. Hell, it could be months before all of his memories returned. Was I really going to wait months before sliding inside him? No!
“You feel so good.” Noah’s blissful expression told me that being with me was exactly what he needed. Sure, I had stroked him off or blew him every day, but nothing brought us closer than joining our bodies.
“I’m going to take my time and love you right, Noah.”
I stayed true to my word. I kissed, touched, licked, or nibbled almost every inch of his precious skin. I reveled in the smell of him, the way he sighed and moaned, and the way he turned into me asking for more. When I slid inside him, it felt like all the stars and planets realigned for the first time after a major cosmic shift.
I paused once I was buried to the hilt inside him. I ran my hand through his hair and let his tight entrance adjust to me. It had been weeks since the last time we made love and his tightness milked me, urged me to move, to possess, and claim.
I lowered my head and captured Noah’s mouth in a slow seductive kiss as I began to move inside his tight channel. It felt like pure heaven to be inside him again, to taste his pleasure on my tongue, and capture his sighs with my mouth.
I couldn’t tear my mouth away from his, it was just like the first night we made love after he returned to Beaufort. The night I climbed his trellis and waited for him on his bed. I couldn’t stop kissing him then and I couldn’t stop that night as we made love amongst our art – all memories of us, past and present.
Noah dug his nails in my ass and began to thrust his hips up to take me deeper, but I kept my thrusts even and gentle. There would be plenty of time for us to fuck like animals in our future, but that wasn’t what we needed right then. I soothed his beast with sweet kisses that promised him a hungrier mating in his future.
Noah slid his hands between our bodies and began to stroke his cock in time to my thrusts. My body burned to come, but I refused until I felt the telltale signs of Noah coming apart beneath me. I loved the way his body trembled and his ass gripped my cock so tightly, as if it never wanted to let it go. I captured his cries in my mouth as I felt the heat of his release splash on our stomachs. Only then did I let go and allow myself to fill the condom.
I collapsed on top of Noah and he wrapped his arms around me tightly so that he held me with his arms and legs. I could feel the cooling cum mingle with the paint and I knew it would be a complete nightmare getting it out of my chest hair and happy trail. Noah looked so happy and well-sated that I just couldn’t bring myself to care if every last hair was torn out.
“I love you, Maverick.” There was a tiny niggle of doubt that told me it was the sex talking and not the man, but his next words comforted me. “I may not know how we got to this point, but I know that I do. It doesn’t even matter how we got here.”
“I love you, Noah. More than my next breath. If you hadn’t returned to me, I don’t know…” my voice broke, because I just couldn’t voice my fear out loud.
“Hey now,” he said softly. “I did return to you.”
“It was so close, Noah. You have no idea.” I tried so hard to never think about it.
“I flat lined.” His voice was soft and his eyes took on a faraway look.
“How did you know that, Noah?” We had all agreed not to tell him that. What good would it have done?
“A pirate told me in one of my drugged dreams.” His brow furrowed in confusion. “He said something else that seems really important.” I could tell he was struggling, trying to force the memory.
“It will come to you when you’re ready, Doc.” I eased myself out of him and he hissed at the tenderness. “Let’s wash off the paint splatters and splooge and take a hot bath.” Noah laughed at my crude terms and we eased up off the floor, gathered our clothes, and went down to the master bath. Luckily his parents hadn’t returned yet and didn’t catch our bare-assed retreat to our room.
“It was Octavius,” he said suddenly once we had submerged in the tub of hot water. He sat up from where he was laying against my chest and looked over his shoulder at me. “Octavius! He told me it wasn’t my time yet. He said he needed a favor from me. ‘Tell Elijah that I’m still waiting for him. I’ll always wait for him. I don’t know why he’s hanging on so hard, but I need him to let go. It’s time for him to return to me.’ That’s what he said to me in my dream.”
Noah shivered in the hot water and I pulled him back against me and wrapped my arms around him. “That’s some dream, Noah.” I kissed the sensitive flesh beneath his ear and teased the shell of his ear with my nose. I’d never take those moments with him for granted, because we had been so close to losing it all.
“It felt so real, Mav. It was like an out-of-body experience or something you hear people talking about.” He was silent for a few seconds before he continued. “What do you think it means? Why is Elijah hanging on so hard?”
It was something Noah had always wondered and it bothered him that Elijah was left behind. As a kid, he fantasized a happy reunion filled with bright lights and singing birds as the two men kissed for the first time in nearly one hundred years. I always thought his romantic idea was cute, but probably not plausible. What the hell did I know?
“I don’t know, Noah, but maybe your survival is key. Maybe there is something physical here at the house tying him to it. That’s what you always believed as a kid.”
“I’m going to figure it out, Mav. I’m going to return Elijah to Octavius.” A cool breeze blew through the bathroom right then. “Let me finish my bath, Elijah. Damn, pervert!”
For the second time that day, laughter ripped through me until I was nearly breathless. That time, Noah joined in with me. It felt so good, so normal that I was able to cast aside the worries that had been eating me alive. We had a long way to go, but at least we were making progress and Noah was focusing on something other than his memory loss. Perhaps by putting his focus elsewhere, he’d relax and his memories would return.
In the meantime, I was determined to make new ones – starting with silky black ropes and a blindfold.
