God, no. He didn’t even want to be there himself. There was no way he would drag Aspen along. He was already going to have to drag them to the wedding, even though it was technically after their trial period.
He tried to say as much, but it sort of came out as a grumbled mess of, “wedding…after trial ends…need you.”
“That’s fine, babe. Depending on what we choose to do next, I’d be totally down to go with you as your date, or if we’re not certain yet, we could always… I don’t know, extend the trial or something. And even if we do end it, and we’re just friends–because we’ll for sureat leastbe friends when it’s over–I’ll go with you no matter what.”
That hadn’t been on Noah’s immediate list of worries, but a single thread of fear seemed to break off from the writhing mass in his chest. Maybe there really was some truth to the 'forever friend' title.
That thought soothed him just enough that his next words came out a little steadier. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“Aspen,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to press even closer to them. He needed them wrapped around him and inside him. He needed to know that all the bullshit–that just kept getting worse and worse–hadn’t messed him up beyond repair.
“Noah–”
“I need you…now,” he breathed, even though what he wanted to say was forever. “Please, Asp.” Please, be the one person who wanted him for who he was, not who he could or should be.
Aspen’s fingers were hesitant as they reached for his waistband, but they gained more surety as they pulled down his pants. He shuffled off their lap, reaching for what he did have in the end table. He kept lube there for the not-so-rare occasion that he liked to jack off to thoughts of Aspen or Rachel or, recently, both. He also had a little stroker toy he sometimes played with, and he grabbed that too, because why the fuck not.
“For…the toy?” Aspen asked as Noah returned to straddling their lap, completely naked, and handed them the lube bottle.
“And your fingers,” he said, appreciating the way Aspen’s eyes went huge.
They fumbled and nearly dropped the lube as they scrambled to get it open, but they managed to get their fingers lubed up and poured enough on the stroker that Noah could fit it easily over his soft dick.
He didn’t stay soft for long as Aspen pulled him into a kiss and traced their fingers over the tender skin between his holes. Apparently, it was an erogenous zone he’d never explored himself, and none of his past lovers had paid much attention to it either. Aspen had discovered it the one time he’d tried to rim Noah. The rimming had been unsuccessful because it turned out Aspen was best at rimming and eating out when they could be wild and wet with it. Since Noah’s front hole was completely off limits, Aspen had a difficult time. Somehow,they’d inadvertently ended up paying a lot of attention to Noah’s taint, and it had felt good enough that he brought it up later. The next time Aspen gave him a blow job, they stroked the spot, and Noah came harder than he ever had before.
“Fuck, Asp,” he moaned as Aspen pressed and stroked that spot and he grew hard in the toy.
“Is this all you need?”
“No,” Noah groaned, angling his hips up so Aspen’s fingers slid down to his hole. “Need to feel you…nowandlater.”
Later, when his mom's new dismissals and expectations would fill up his tiny apartment, pressing in and threatening to drown him.
Aspen whined in the back of their throat, teasing the tip of one of their fingers against his pucker. “Do you want me to grab–”
“Just you. I need it to be just you.”
Aspen glanced down at the toy stuck on Noah’s dick, but instead of saying anything about it, they batted his hand away and took it from him, clicking it on before slotting it back onto his dick.
“Asp!” he gasped.
“You gonna ride my fingers, babe?” Their voice dipped into the lower register they sometimes reached when they’d been moaning Noah’s name for a while. “Gonna let me so deep inside you, you feel it all through dinner?”
Noah moaned and bore down so their first finger slid into him in one stroke.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe…let me in.”
He worked himself up and down their finger, but stilled when they started probing with a second. As that one slid in, his mind started to empty, like it always did. He lost track of his legs, which were pressed into the two creases in the couch, andcould barely feel his fingers where they grasped at Aspen’s bare shoulders.
“Come on, babe. You want a third, I know you do,” Aspen cooed as they teased their third finger at his entrance.
He let out a groan as Aspen’s third finger breached him, taking the pleasant ache up to a burn. He bit into Aspen’s shoulder, loving the sounds they made as they started pumping their fingers into him with abandon.
He wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he grabbed the toy back from them and threaded his hand into their pants, pressing it to their dick, making them buck and thrash against him.
“Fuck!”
