He didn’t know whether to laugh or pull Noah in for another kiss.
Noah’s ears were turning red as he met Ramin’s eyes in the mirror. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I had to do some research.”
“I want to know more about that,” Ramin muttered. The thought of Noah on his phone, looking up how to be a dom…
“But it was good?” Noah sounded like he needed reassurance. As if Ramin devouring his cock hadn’t been enough indication.
“It was…” Ramin went quiet as someone passed behind them, on their way to the urinals. He turned to smile at Noah for real.
“It was perfect.”
thirty-two
Noah
What did you mean byresearch?” Ramin asked, leaning closer to Noah.
They were seated next to each other in the business-class car, enjoying the spacious seats and ample leg room and general vibes on the train. Noah couldn’t believe he’d gone his whole life without knowing how awesome trains were.
A tiny part of him felt guilty that Jake wasn’t with them. But Jake was on his own adventure, with Angela, probably having the time of his life, so Noah shushed that part. He was here with Ramin, finally getting time together, and he was going to savor every second.
Noah cocked his head. “Research?”
Ramin traced his index finger along Noah’s forearm, where he’d rolled his sleeve down to cover his notes. His thoroughly exhausted member twitched in his singlet, remembering Ramin’s touch.
Oh.Thatresearch.
Noah reached for his cross, but he didn’t grab it. “Um. Just looking up best practices.” He swallowed. “And maybe some examples. Like… scripts.”
“That’s really hot,” Ramin whispered.
Noah grinned. Itwashot. He didn’t know how much he’d like it until he was—well,they were—doing it. Literally.
He shivered and tried to keep his body under control.
The Italian countryside sped by outside the windows, sunlit fields reflected in Ramin’s green eyes. Noah would never get enough of them. His hands itched to sketch them, but even more, his hands itched to touch Ramin, to hold him, to pick up where they’d left off in that bathroom, but that was definitely not appropriate in the middle of a train.
Instead, he leaned over and gave a peck on Ramin’s exposed shoulder. He loved seeing Ramin in a tank top. A few times, he’d even caught a glimpse of ink on Ramin’s skin.
“I like you in this,” he said. “You should wear it more often.”
Ramin blushed and tugged it lower. He was always doing that, tugging on his hem. Noah reached for one of Ramin’s hands, laced their fingers together. Ramin’s hand was warm, smooth, strong.
Perfect.
“This okay?” Noah asked, when Ramin glanced around.
“Yeah, just making sure…”
“Making sure?”
Ramin’s voice dropped. “Making sure it’s safe? For two guys?”
Noah wanted to smack himself on the forehead.
He’d never even thought about that before. At least not in anything more than the occasional hypothetical. He’d certainly never looked over his own shoulders.
“Got it. Sorry.” He felt himself getting warm all over. “Can I ask another question?”
