What followed was a photo of his sad face.
Noah
Come kiss me better.
And then a photo of his hard cock with a cock ring. I put the phone down as I looked around, hoping no one had seen it over my shoulder.
I looked again, and there was a new message.
Noah
Junior also misses you and is sad. No one has paid attention to him aallll day.
Lior
One, please don’t give it a name. It’s weird.
Two, I sure hope NO ONE has even had thoughts about him, let alone paid him attention.
Noah
Oh, so you’re alive. Why aren’t you on your way home?
Wait, you’re on your way home, right?
Because I may be in a little…predicament.
Lior
Oh lord. I’m scared to find out what the hell you’re talking about.
Also curious.
On my way.
I disposed of the coffee cups and made my way to his apartment.
The benefit of staying downtown was that I could walk to the office. Saving the environment, saving on gas, and exercising a little when I spent most of the day sitting down were huge benefits.
Having to walk when I wanted to be there with Noah right the fuck now was a huge drawback.
By the time I got out of the elevator and unlocked the front door, my mind had raced from a million different sexy situations to Noah accidentally killing himself while buck naked.
The lack of any follow-up messages also made me worry.
His apartment being open-plan meant I walked straight into the kitchen-living area where Noah was impaled on a dildo stuck to the fridge door.
“I needed a snack,” he said, gasping for air. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slowly fucked himself.
My dick went from dormant to NASA spaceship immediately. A bottle of lube was conveniently placed on the kitchen table.
“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you, Noah Spencer.” I didn’t bother getting undressed. I undid the button and zipper of my pants and got my dick out.
“There’s a list on the table. I also have a spreadsheet if you run out of ideas. I know how you old guys can forget things.”
“You’re playing with fire.” I lathered my cock with lube.
“Burn me, Lior.”
