Once he was done, Noah threw the towel toward a hamper in the corner, missing spectacularly again.
“Jesus, you wouldn’t make a living out of basketball.”
“Nope.” Noah chuckled, easing into a sigh.
They settled back, relaxing in the comfort of silence despite the damp mess beneath them. Kaj closed his eyes, feeling the mattress dip slightly as Noah shifted beside him. Everything felt… right. The sex. The company. It was as if they found the key to exist together in the same space.
Kaj lost track of time. He didn’t know whether they’d been there for five minutes or an hour when Noah’s hand drifted across the space between them. He caressed Kaj’s chest, mindlessly drawing infinite patterns, getting closer and closer to his nipples.
Noah murmured as his fingertips brushed against one of them, making Kaj inhale sharply. “These are fucking hot.” He pinched lightly, tugging at the piercing.
Kaj bit his bottom lip. “Careful.”
“Or what?” Noah challenged, leaning in, his breath hot against Kaj’s chest.
Before Kaj could respond, Noah’s mouth closed around his nipple, tongue flicking against the metal barbell. The warm, wet heat combined with the gentle pressure sent a jolt through Kaj’s entire body. He felt his cock twitch against his thigh, blood rushing south with alarming speed.
“Fuck,” Kaj groaned, threading his fingers through Noah’s hair.
Noah hummed against his skin, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. He alternated gentle licks and firmer suction, occasionally grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh. His hand wandered down to Kaj’s stomach, tracing the defined muscles before moving lower.
“Someone’s getting excited,” Noah murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. His fingers wrapped around Kaj’s hardening length and slowly stroked him. “Impressive recovery time, by the way.”
Kaj huffed a laugh and grabbed Noah’s neck, bringing those beautiful, plump lips against his.
Here we go again.
Seventeen
Thetourwasgoinggreat. The tabloids still talked about Artificial Suicide’s ex-vocalist, but it was barely a murmur these days, and that was largely thanks to Noah. As much as it irked Kaj to admit, the man had charisma and many talents, including making Kaj feel like a fucking weather vane. One day he was all smiles and obnoxious humor, and the next he was off.
Kaj didn’t know what was going on in the vocalist’s head, but something was clearly wrong.
For several days after San Francisco, everything had been alright. However, Noah had been distracted since the concert in Atlanta two weeks ago. It was easy to see in the way he’d interacted with the crowd, like he was sick and didn’t want to be there. He was more serious and irritated, too. Although he tried to conceal it, sometimes his tone sounded curt or his nostrils would flare as he clenched his jaw. And strangely enough, those days coincided with the ones he’d said he was too tired to fuck.
Kaj hated when people blew hot and cold like that. A part of him wanted to grab Noah by the shoulders and shake him until he spoke, but right now… right now…
“Fuck!” Kaj sagged on the plush mattress, closing his eyes as he ran his fingers through dark, silky hair.
Despite the warm atmosphere in the room, Kaj’s skin was covered in goosebumps. A combination of the pleasure he was receiving and the contrast in temperature with his own body. He was going to fucking implode.
Sighing a moan, Kaj stared down. Noah’s lips wrapped around his girth were fucking alluring.
“Jesus, Sørensen,” he groaned, his fingers fisting in his hair. “You’re gonna be the fucking end of me.”
Heavy with mischief and lust, Noah’s eyes never left Kaj’s as he took him deeper. He rarely ever gagged. It was amazing to watch. Kaj was no pornstar with a massive ten-inch cock, but he was more than decent length-wise and thick.Still, Noah somehow always managed to relax his throat enough to take him all the way, nose brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at Kaj’s base.
Wet sounds filled the space as saliva coated his dick and dribbled down his crotch. Kaj’s back arched. The tightness of Noah’s throat was devastating, a sinful paradise that had him trembling from head to toe.
“Fuck, right there,” he hissed, pushing Noah lower as his hips bucked. He was about to snap and lose control. “Don’t stop.”
There was a knock on the door, but they ignored it and kept going at it.
Then another.
Shit. Fuck. Go away.
“Kaj! Are you planning to get up today?” Ivar said, his voice muffled through the door. “You have an interview in less than an hour.”
