Desmond raised his brows. “You were saying?”
“Right,” Benji said hastily. He swiped his sweaty hair out of his face, his cheeks going even redder than usual.
Noah frowned. “Are you okay? You’re a little flushed.”
Benji glared at him. Noah gave him his best innocent look and reached under the table to press his hand against Benji’s thigh.
“It’s the heat,” Benji gritted. “It’s boiling in here.”
“I think you need a break,” Noah said. He tucked several ice cubes into his palm and stood. “Come on, the toilets are cooler. One minute, Des.”
“Take all the time you need,” Desmond said, averting his eyes with a smug smirk. “I need a drink.”
Benji was on him before the bathroom door closed behind them.
“You’re such a dick,” he panted. “Quit getting me hard in public places, jackass.”
Noah grinned against his mouth and ground against Benji’s hard cock, which was straining against the shorts Benji let him buy for him several days prior.
“I don’t know,” Noah mused. “You don’t seem that angry.”
Benji’s frustrated retort trailed off in a desperate moan as Noah held up the melting ice cubes and trailed them down his sweaty neck.
“Shit.” Benji shuddered.
Noah licked up the icy trail. “Good? Bad?”
Benji squinted up at the ceiling, his head thrown back to allow Noah more access to his neck. “Can’t tell. Try again.”
Noah repeated the process: melting ice, followed by a broad stripe of tongue.
Benji sighed happily. “Only if you do that after.”
Noah got on his knees and pushed Benji’s shirt up to his nipples. The bathroom tile hadn’t been cleaned as recently as he would like, but it was hard to care with ice melting down Benji’s soft stomach, his skin shivering against Noah’s mouth.
“God.” Benji’s hair was a mess against the wall, head thrashing. “Can I come? Please let me come, you didn’t let me this morning.”
Noah mouthed at the icy line he’d trailed over Benji’s hipbone, considering. Benji was so hard that there was a wet spot forming on his straining shorts. Hedidwant to let him come; god knew he deserved it. But there was something so delicious about knowing Benji was so desperate for it and had been denied again. That he wouldn’t touch himself, even with how badly he wanted it. Because Noah told him not to.
“Not yet,” Noah said into his skin.
Benji groaned, head thunking back against the wall. “Bastard.”
“Ah-ah.” Noah stood, rolling the last ice cube in his fingers. It was almost gone. He took Benji’s jaw and pried it open, marveling at how easily Benji let him do it. Then he placed the ice cube on Benji’s tongue.
“Suck,” he ordered. “Don’t swallow.”
Benji obeyed, his pupils huge and glassy as he stared at him.
“Good,” Noah said softly. He kissed Benji, slow and deep, tongue catching the last traces of the ice cube as it dissolved between them.
Noah wiped a cooling line of sweat off Benji’s brow. It really was cooler in here, with the bathroom being smaller and the AC more powerful.
“You alright to head back out there?” he asked, pulling Benji’s shirt back down.
Benji snorted, looking down at their raging erections. “Give me a minute, man. I just got ravaged, and I didn’t even get to come about it.”
Noah nodded and pulled Benji’s damp forehead onto his shoulder. Benji clung to his shirt, and Noah hoped that this golf course had made good on their promise not to let any paparazzion the premises. They would come out of this bathroom looking like they just fucked over the sinks.
