“Can I come in?”
Ramin didn’t think Noah’s eyes could get any wider, but he’d beenwrong. Before, Noah had looked alarmed. Now he looked like he needed to vomit.
Ramin shook his head.Say no!
“Uh. Ramin just woke up,” Noah lied, then winced.
God, Ramin wanted to curl up and disappear.
God, he wanted to pull Noah down and keep kissing, taste the hot skin of his neck, the dip of his collarbone…
“What’s up, buddy?” Noah called. “Everything okay?”
“There’s breakfast downstairs. Mom says to hurry. She found a bus back.”
A bus back.
Fuck. Noah had to go.
Noah was herewith his family.
It was so absurd, Ramin stifled a laugh. Was this what it felt like, getting caught by your parents? Ramin had never experienced it.
Noah kept his voice even. “I’ll be down soon, buddy. Okay?”
Noah stared at the door a second—they both did, waiting for the coast to be clear—and then Noah brought his hand to Ramin’s chin, rested his thumb right below Ramin’s lip. Came in for another kiss, smooth as silk.
“Talk about bad timing.”
Ramin nodded. He shifted to kiss the pad of Noah’s thumb. “It’s okay. You can go.”
“I can’t just leave you like this.”
He very much could. Jake had been such a bonerkiller, Ramin’s dick might’ve actually inverted all the way into his abdomen.
But the way Noah was looking at him, maybe he could—
“Dad!” Jake’s voice came again, and Ramin nearly jumped out of his skin. “They’ve got waffles!”
Noah’s arm gave out, and he collapsed onto Ramin, covering hisoofwith his own low laughter.
“Sorry,” Noah whispered.
“I told you. It’s okay. Go be with your family.”
Actually, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Ramin needed a moment to process everything that had just happened. Actually, several moments.
After all, alothad happened.
“I’ll be fine. Really.”
Noah looked doubtful, lips drawn into a pout. Ramin wanted to kiss him again, but then Noah might never get down to breakfast, and then Jake—or Angela—would interrupt them again, and Ramin would die of embarrassment.
Noah got off him, ducked into the bathroom, and pulled on his shorts. Ramin only let himself be a little disappointed he’d never actually laid eyes on Noah’s Ark.
“Can I ’orrow dis?” Noah mumbled around the flimsy hotel toothbrush, plucking at his borrowed (and thankfully un-cum-stained) shirt.
“Of course.”
