Time dissolved into sensations. The slap of their hips. The salty taste on Kaj’s tongue when he lifted enough to flick his tongue against Noah’s nipple. The whispered profanities that fell from their lips. Noah working himself with rough, impatient strokes.
The curtains billowed with the breeze as sweat coated their skin, catching the amber light that spilled through the windows of Noah’s room. Pressure built inside Kaj like a gathering storm. Each rise and fall of Noah’s body sent lightning through Kaj’s spine, pooling like liquid fire where they joined.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Noah’s face contorted in an orgasmic expression as he came all over the drummer’s abs.
His rhythm faltered, movements turning sloppy as he shivered through his climax. For someone else, it might have taken away the pleasure, but Noah was a wet fantasy made of flesh and bone. Nothing could deter Kaj from giving him what they both craved.
Grabbing Noah’s nape, Kaj brought their lips together. The piercing on his tongue clacked against Noah’s teeth as they ravished each other’s mouths with voracious need. The kiss was raging, impatient, almost sadistic, as if they were silently pouring years of unsaid things and frustrations into this speck of time.
A guttural groan ripped from Kaj’s chest and his entire body seized and shuddered when Noah’s hole clenched around his cock like a vice. Spurt after spurt, he felt a dizzying wave of empowerment as he filled Noah with his sticky, hot cum.
The first hint of dawn seeped through the window, edging Noah’s face in gold and shadows as they slowed. The world outside was still quiet, lingering in that strange liminal space between night and morning where everything felt both impossibly real and dreamlike.
Noah collapsed forward. His forehead pressed against the pillow as Kaj lazily moved his hands up and down Noah’s back, tracing the knobs of his spine, feeling the slight tremble that still coursed through him.
They stayed like that, connected and breathless, until Noah rolled off with a satisfied groan, settling beside him on the rumpled sheets.
For several minutes, they lay there in silence. Kaj stared at the ceiling, his mind still hazy. All he could think of was how good this felt every fucking time—the company, the warmth, the tranquility.
Noah shifted beside him. Even without looking, Kaj could sense those dark eyes studying his profile.
“Can’t sleep yet?” Noah husked.
Kaj turned his head to meet Noah’s gaze. “Not complaining about being awake right now.”
Noah’s lips quirked into that lopsided smile that always made Kaj’s stomach flip, forcing him to look away.
In these quiet moments, when the façade of casual sex momentarily slipped, forcing a torrent of emotions Kaj wasn’t ready to acknowledge, he felt most vulnerable. Most exposed.
It was terrifying.
“We should clean up,” Noah murmured, but made no move to get out of bed.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t fucking move.”
“Want me to carry you?”
“Considering I’ve done all the work, that’d be nice of you. But I’m afraid you’ll drop me since you’re also trembling like a fucking leaf.”
Kaj chuckled and watched Noah slide off the bed with fluid grace. He stretched, muscles rippling beneath inked skin when he walked away like a newborn deer. Even such a clumsy gait didn’t detract from how impressive Noah was as the morning light traced the elegant curve of his spine, the dip of his lower back, and the perfect roundness of his ass.
Kaj followed him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. It was all sleek lines and modern fixtures, slate gray tiles and chrome accents. Noah turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, tilting his head back to avoid getting his hair wet, eyes closed as water cascaded down his body.
“You just gonna stand there and stare?”
“Maybe.” Kaj lifted a shoulder. “The view’s pretty fucking spectacular.”
Noah laughed as he reached for the shower gel. The sound was warm but also de-energized, like fatigue was finally getting him.
Kaj stepped into the shower, realizing just how tight the space was for the both of them when Noah’s backside practically rubbed against Kaj’s dick as he lathered his body. Despite the risks involved with shower sex, if Kaj wasn’t feeling so fucking drained himself, he’d probably try to fuck him here again.
“Move over, you’re hogging all the water,” Kaj said playfully as he slid his hands around Noah’s waist.
“Fuck off and wait your turn. Not everyone has a shower that could fit the entire band.”
Kaj chuckled against Noah’s neck, inhaling and closing his eyes. He had no idea what brand of gel Noah used, but the scent was one his brain associated with this man. It was so relaxing and soothing. His hands wandered lower, unable to resist cupping Noah’s ass while his mind drifted away and his own body turned weightless.
