“Get me a sandwich?” He stretched on the bed and folded his arms under his head.
“Am I your maid now?”
Kaj craned his neck a little to look at Noah, smirking. “You would look kinda hot in that outfit.”
“Don’t even.” Noah slapped the side of his leg and rolled his eyes. “I’m not into role play, much less disguising as something you can boss around.”
“Bummer.”
“Besides, you have feet, right?” he asked, getting a raised eyebrow in response. “Then you can walk to the kitchen and make yourself a sandwich.”
“I don’t know where you keep the bread and all that.”
“Bread is in the cabinet beside the fridge,” Noah said, lying on his side. “Cheese, ham, and everything else isobviouslyin the fridge. Knock yourself out.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Kaj grumbled as he got up.
“One you seem to like too much.”
Kaj snorted and shook his head, giving Noah a glorious close-up of his tight Captain America-like bubble ass as he walked away.
Twenty-five
Noah had no ideawhat time it was. After losing count of the orgasms Kaj had drawn out of him, they had woken up so late breakfast was actually lunch. But his body was so sore, and the days were so long, it could be the morning, the evening, or his fucking next life.
“Shouldn’t you start getting ready?” Kaj mumbled hoarsely, breaking the silence that had been embracing them for what felt like hours.
“Probably. What time is it?”
“Around six. I think?”
“Ugh. Okay.”
Buck naked, covered in sweat, lube, and cum, with the side of his face pressed on the mattress, Noah couldn’t even open his eyes. Seriously, as pleasurable as it’d been, he felt like a truck had run over him. His pulse was still so loud it made his skin tingle from the roots of his hair to his toes. All he wanted was to sleep, but he needed the stupid money.
Grumbling, he got up, only to see Kaj in a similar position beside him. Noah hated him so much right now. He had pushed him to the limit, exhausting himself in the process, yet he got to rest now.
Noah dragged his feet to the bathroom, yawning—his jaw hurt. Still in a haze, he untangled the knots in his hair and brushed his teeth while blankly staring at himself in the mirror. Only when he was done, after rinsing his mouth, did he notice the bruises decorating his body like a masterpiece. On his wrists. On his hips. He also had a bite mark on his thigh from when they’d sixty-nined, and on the crook of his neck.
Most people would find it disturbing, but for him it was exhilarating. It was evidence that he wasn’t imagining all this. And while he didn’t know if Mads usually ended up so battered, in his fuzzy mind, Noah wanted to think that he didn’t. That Kaj didn’t unleash and lose his grip the same way he did with him.
With a lazy smile, as he wallowed in that thought, Noah got in the shower. The water cascading down his back made him sigh.Everythingwas sticky and dry when he soaped his body, even his hair. His grin widened. He might not have had many partners—not that he cared about numbers—but he had certainly been lucky in that sense. With Zach, he got to experience what being in charge, cherished, and worshiped truly meant. With Kaj, he had the chance to leave himself at the mercy of another man’s unbridled desire and still be in control.
Just thinking about all the sins committed during the last few hours made his cock twitch, but Noah didn’t have time for this.Ugh.
He rinsed his hair, dried with a towel as he got out of the shower, and put on the clothes he’d brought to the bathroom. Once he was done, he went to his room to grab a couple of leather bracelet cuffs. He never wore them in the summer, but he also didn’t want to turn heads and have weird questionstossed at him—some of his coworkers had no filter. While buckling them, Noah looked at Kaj still sprawled on the bed. Even relaxed, the muscles of his back and shoulders looked pumped like he’d just finished working out. And that ass... He hated that the drummer wouldn’t allow him anywhere near it, because he was dying to have a taste. Admiring the marvel of beauty that he was, Noah realized Kaj’s breathing pattern was shallow and slow. He’d fallen asleep again.Fucker.
Noah grabbed his wallet and phone from his desk and went to the kitchen. He only had fifteen minutes before he had to leave. It took him about an hour to get to work, and he started at eight, but he was hungry, and for the next few hours there wouldn’t be much to eat. Leaning his ass against the counter, he stuffed his mouth with a cold slice of pizza while scrolling through his socials, then poured himself a glass of Coca-Cola because water with pepperoni pizza was weird.
“Where do you keep the clean sheets? Those are disgusting,” Kaj said in a deep, sleepy voice as he approached, running his fingers through the longer hair on top of his head and slicking it back. A simple gesture that made his biceps bulge and his dorsals spread, creating an impressive curve that narrowed down to his hips.
Unable to overlook such a view, Noah’s eyes roamed over his body. Strong legs. Slim waist. Broad shoulders. Everything wrapped in a sculpted mass of muscle. He never got tired of gawking at him. And that appendage swaying with every step, thick even when limp...Jesus.
“Bottom drawer of my closet.” Noah cleared his throat and sipped his soda, trying to keep his composure. “Are you gonna be my maid today?”
“In your fucking dreams. I just wanna get some sleep on a clean bed after I shower.”
“Fair.” He nodded. “So, what are you gonna do the whole evening? Just sleep?”
