Noah held him close for several minutes, waiting for the shaking to stop. He’d pulled Benji gently out of him, but any attempts to go get something to clean them both up were met with Benji whining and grabbing for him.
So Noah stayed. It wasn’t a hardship to lie there, sweat cooling between them, listening to Benji’s breathing steady out.He was hiding his face in Noah’s chest, as he often did when he felt he’d gone overboard with the crying. No matter how many times Noah assured him he liked it, that he wanted Benji to trust him enough to give himself over completely, Benji still got embarrassed.
“How was that?” Noah asked when Benji’s shaking had died down. “Not too much?”
Benji shook his head groggily. “Gonna have to try harder than that.”
“Promises, promises,” Noah said, heat coiling in his stomach. He had so many plans for his baby. He couldn’t wait to?—
A knock on the door stopped that train of thought before it could get anywhere.
Benji grunted. “Fuck off.”
Noah opened his mouth to agree.
A familiar voice cut him off.
“Hey,” called Michael Stern. “Decided to take you up on that workout after all. Open up already.”
CHAPTER 7
There was some great gay joke in here, Benji considered as he stood naked in Noah’s closet. He just couldn’t think of it.
In his defense, he was still recovering from three intense orgasms and the sprint from Noah’s bed to his closet. He probably didn’t need to sprint, since he’d heard Noah walking out his bedroom door and down the hall after he’d tugged on a dirty pair of clothes from the washing basket. But he’d panicked.
You’re the genius who told him to come over for a workout,he had hissed after Noah told him to ignore it.
We say that all the time,Noah had argued.We never actually do it!
He hadn’t said much after that, because Benji was busy sprinting naked to the closet.
At least it was spacious, Benji thought deliriously as he listened to the front door open. He could even sit down in here if he wasn’t too anxious to do anything but stand there with his hands in fists. His legs were still wobbling, and he’d almost fallen over halfway to the closet. Noah had ridden him to fuckingoblivion.
Michael’s voice drifted down the hall. “Hey, fucko. Need a spotter?”
Fucko, Benji mouthed.What?
“I was just about to shower,” came Noah’s reply. “I’m pretty wiped. Sorry.”
“Aw, come on,” Michael goaded. “I came all the way here!”
“Should’ve texted. I’m a busy guy.”
“I did text!”
“When?”
“Twenty minutes go.”
Another tremor worked down Benji’s legs. He tensed them. He needed to be ready. He didn’t think Michael was going to run in and start tearing the place apart looking for him, but you never knew.
“What’s your busy evening schedule, then?” Michael asked. “Popcorn andFast and Furious? I can swing that. You’re not allowed to answer emails, though. I’ve seen you reply to emails at 11 p.m., you fucking freak.”
Noah paused. “I actually want to be alone right now.”
Benji winced. Michael didn’t seem like the type who accepted a no, even from his brother.
Michael scoffed. “Christ.Don’ttell me you’re still sad about college boy.”
