Ramin
Ramin was stunned.
Noah had taken charge. Gotten tickets. Picked out a place. He’d even remembered that Ramin liked the water.
His skin hummed as he power-walked to the bathroom.
Noah wanted him to suck his cock.
He’d even saidcock. Out loud.
Was this even real? Maybe Ramin was hallucinating. Maybe his plane had depressurized on the way to Italy, and he was still in the air, and his entire trip had been a figment of his oxygen-starved imagination because he hadn’t gotten his mask on in time. Maybe he was dying and all of Milano Centrale around him was some sort of metaphor for him moving on to the next life.
Ramin dropped the euro in the coin slot and pinched his leg as the plexiglass doors parted to let him into the bathroom. A huge stick-figureMEN’Ssign to the left pointed the way.
Noah. Wanted him. To suck his cock.
And God, Ramin wanted to suck it. Sucking cock was his favorite.Bringing a guy pleasure, mapping the skin of his dick, finding all the little things that made him moan.
Making him feelgood.
The bathroom had nicely tiled walls. And it was surprisingly clean. Ramin wasn’t above getting dirty for sex, but this was way nicer, even if the scent of disinfectant tickled his nostrils. The stalls were floor-to-ceiling, big wood-grained things, with red-green lights above them to indicate if they were occupied.
Best of all: No gaps.
Though with his own dick hardening in his shorts, he wasn’t sure a gap would’ve stopped him. Did Italy have public indecency laws? Fuck it. If they did, Ramin would just have to get Noah off in time for them to make a run for it.
He didn’t mind a challenge.
The last stall was blessedly unoccupied, so he took it like Noah had ordered. He turned around, banging his backpack against the stall. Should he hang it on the hook, or would that be in the way? The door wouldn’t open all the way, and he didn’t want Noah to get stuck outside.
His heart was pounding. He never wore tank tops, but he was glad he had today, because otherwise the flop sweat would’ve showed in his pits.
How long was Noah going to keep him waiting? He swallowed against his dry mouth, because he absolutely could not go into this with a dry mouth. He took a few deep breaths, tried to work up some spit. He needed to bring his A game.
He. Was going to suck. Noah’s cock.
It could’ve been seconds, or it could’ve been hours, or, hell, it could’ve been years, but finally,finally, the door swung open. Noah stepped inside, forcing Ramin back until his calves pressed against the toilet. They jostled each other a bit until Noah could get his own backpack inside and close the door. Noah flipped the lock and turned back to face Ramin, his eyes molten.
His voice was molten, too. “Pretty sure I said on your knees. Nerd.”
Ramin’s entire body shivered. He obeyed.
He grabbed some toilet paper on the way down, though. If he was at home, he’d put a pillow under his knees. He wasn’t twenty anymore.
Noah spread his feet a bit to make room, framing Ramin with his legs, stepping forward once Ramin was situated. He pressed the fullness in the front of his shorts against Ramin’s face.
Ramin looked up at Noah. Noah looked down at him. Time stood still.
Something crossed Noah’s face, a fleeting look that Ramin couldn’t place, but it was banished as Noah’s dark eyes sharpened.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
Ramin swallowed again. He was hot all over. Feverish. He shivered again as he reached for Noah’s waistband. The chinos were smooth and cool, despite the warmth emanating from Noah’s skin. He popped the button, fought the zipper for a moment before finally pulling it down, opening the shorts—
Ramin forgot how to breathe.
Noah wasn’t wearing his ugly plaid boxers.
