Noah snorted. “You’re a menace.”
“So. You don’t think I’m weird?”
Ramin said it lightly, but there was a quaver there. Did he honestly think Noah would judge him?
Noah would never do that.
“I don’t think you’re weird.” Honestly, Noah had liked holding Ramin down. And he’d liked it, back at the club, when he’d told Ramin they were going, and Ramin had obeyed.
Maybe Noah liked being in charge, sometimes. What did that mean?
Maybe Ramin’s therapist would say that Noah spent too much of his life making other people happy, listening to what others wanted, letting people steamroll him, first his parents and then Angela, twisting himself inside out to make sure Jake was happy and healthy and taken care of.
Or maybe he just liked it because he liked it.
Noah had never had sex dreams about Ramin when they were younger, and certainly not ones involving bathroom blowjobs. But looking back, in his limited experiences with guys, hehadenjoyed taking charge. The feeling that he could be rougher.
Yeah. He was definitely a little kinky.
“I can’t believe I told you all that,” Ramin said.
“Me neither,” Noah teased.
He leaned in and kissed Ramin’s nose.
Ramin giggled, but the laughter turned into a yawn, which set off Noah’s own yawning. It was past two in the morning. Noah was exhausted. And Jake liked to wake up early.
He rested his forehead against Ramin’s for a second.
“Get some sleep. I’ll take care of you.”
“I know you will,” Ramin said. He turned over, letting Noah spoon him again, and sighed.
Noah breathed deep until he could feel their heartbeats sync up. His penis lay warm and heavy in his boxers, but it wasn’t even half hard, and if Ramin noticed it, he didn’t mention anything.
He could stay like this forever.
twenty-five
Ramin
Ramin’s mouth tasted like the inside of an old car. It felt like it, too, that fuzzy, scratchy feeling that cars from the nineties always seemed to have. Actually, that might’ve been the pillow mashed into his face. He’d turned in his sleep, onto his belly, and he almost never slept that way.
A heavy arm still lay across his back. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He groaned. He’d made a complete and total ass of himself.
“Good morning,” Noah rumbled.
“It’s definitely a morning,” Ramin muttered.
Noah chuckled. Ramin twisted to find beautiful eyes peering at him, catching the morning light, a smile tugging their corners.
“You feel okay?”
Despite the horrible taste and dry mouth, Ramin didn’t feel all that gross. Not hangover-gross, just regular dehydrated.
“Yeah. Thanks for taking care of me last night. I should get out of your hair.”
Ramin made to slide out, but Noah’s arm around him tightened. “You don’t have to go.”
