“Whatever it is, our obligation isn’t to get each other off. It’s to be honest with each other. Yeah?”
“Okay.” Noah swallowed. “In all honesty, I really want to get you off.”
Ramin snorted, but in a flash, Noah was on top of him, pinning his hands above his head.
“You said you liked this,” Noah said. His cock lay warm and firm atop Ramin’s, pulsing when he flexed it, heavy enough to feel even through the layers of their underwear.
Ramin’s skin hummed with desire. His mouth went dry. “Uh-huh.”
“What about this?” Noah ground his hips against Ramin’s. Ramin whimpered as his own dick hardened swiftly. He nodded and bit his lips and pretended to struggle. It didn’t take much pretending: Noah wasstrong.
Noah reached for Ramin’s shirt. Ramin clenched his stomach, engaged his core out of instinct as he drew in a swift breath.
“I really want to see this tattoo of yours.” Noah’s eyes sparkled. He began to tug on Ramin’s shirt, but—
Knock knock knock.
Noah froze. Ramin did too. He stared up at Noah. Noah stared down at him.
“Noah?” Angela called through the door. “You up?”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Ramin muttered.
He meant what he told Noah—that they weren’t keeping score of orgasms—but being cockblocked by Noah’s family yet again did feel like a huge cosmic thumb on the proverbial scales.
It was like the universe hated him. Why? He’d never done anything particularly nasty to it, had he?
Noah was still staring at him, and seemed to be trying to communicate something silently, but Ramin didn’t know what. They couldn’t talk with just gestures and expressions. They barely knew each other, when it came down to it.
So Ramin shrugged, and then Noah called out, “I’m up. Give me a sec.”
Noah rolled out of bed. He pulled on a pair of shorts (sadly out of Ramin’s view—seriously, when was Ramin going to get a proper look at Noah’s Ark?) and went to answer the door connecting his and Angela’s room.
Ramin sunk lower into the bed and pulled the covers up and over his head.
“Hey.” Noah’s muffled voice still carried through the duvet. “Is everything okay?”
The door closed with a snap. The room went silent. Ramin peeked out.
Alone, thank God, and his boner was, once again, thoroughly killed.
He got up and searched for his own shorts. He had a vague memory of throwing them over his shoulder last night. Maybe he’d been drunker than he thought.
He finally found them caught between the lamppost and the wall. He’d just slid them back on when the door opened again and Jake charged into the room. He launched himself onto the bed, then came up short, staring at Ramin.
Ramin stared back.
Caught.
What was the proper procedure when your hookup’s son caught you before you could make your walk of shame?
Was Noah just a hookup? Whatwashe? What was any of this?
Jake was still looking at him. Shit, how long had Ramin been standing there like a deer hoping for an insurance payout?
“Hey, Jake,” he finally mustered.
Jake unfroze and a huge smile broke over his face. “Ramin!” He scrambled up and came to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, right where the covers were rumpled from Ramin and Noah’s attempt at a little morning excitement.
