Ramin just gave Noah Bartlett a handjob.
Ramin just had his hand on Noah’s huge cock.
Should he… kiss Noah? Would that be okay?
Now that the haze of sex had lifted, a thousand questions and worries and insecurities rushed in. This wasn’t a dream. This was real life.
What was he supposed to do now?
He settled on tucking Noah back into his boxers and planting a feather-soft kiss on his shoulder.
In response, Noah scooted back.
“What are you doing?”
“Scooch back, I don’t want to get your shirt messy,” Noah said.
“But—”
Noah gave another scoot. The problem was, there was no more bed.
Ramin tumbled off the end with anoof.
But then Noah was right above him. Legs around Ramin’s. Arms bracketing Ramin’s shoulders. Eyes glowing with desire. His silver cross had escaped his shirt and dangled down, resting against Ramin’s collarbone, warmed by Noah’s body heat.
“You okay?”
Ramin nodded.
“Good.” Noah’s smile turned cocky. “I needed room to do this.”
And then he leaned down and pressed his lips to Ramin’s.
Noah’s lips were soft, full, luscious. Perfect. The kiss was chaste at first, gentle pressure against Ramin’s lips as lightning danced across every inch of his skin. Until something inside him cracked and he opened his mouth to sigh in relief, in ecstasy. Noah took the opening, plunging his tongue in to tap against Ramin’s teeth. Ramin opened further, let Noah in deeper, slid his tongue along Noah’s, felt Noah rumbling in pleasure above him.
Noah’s stubble scratched against Ramin’s chin. Ramin’s hands rose to clutch at Noah’s shoulders. Ramin’s dick, which had deflated when he fell off the bed, came roaring back to life.
Noah shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to reach for Ramin’s waistband. Ramin clenched his stomach as Noah’s knuckles brushed the skin there.
Noah Bartlett wanted to touch him.
His fingertips had just slid below the elastic when someone knocked on the door.
The room snapped back into focus. Bright light. The muffled ding of the elevator in the hallway. A rapidly cooling pool of cum in the bedsheets. Their bodies tangled on the floor.
Noah reared back, brows furrowed in confusion.
Another knock.
“Dad?”
They both froze.
“Dad? You up?”
Noah’s eyes widened in panic. He swallowed.
“Yeah, Jakey,” he said, but he sounded like a Muppet. Noah cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m up.”
