He was attractedto Noah. Physically attracted. He wanted the hugs and the kisses and the gentle touching.
He wanted… he wanted Noah to knock on his door, tell him he’d been thinking about Jace, and climb into the bed, on top of him, warm and enthusiastic, pressing wet kisses into his neck. Whispering urgently into Jace’s ear about how badly he wanted him, hot breath making Jace’s skin tingle. He wouldn’t pause or hesitate, he’d just lean in and take what he wanted.
Jace spread his legs as heat built between them, accepting that this was where his fantasy was going. His cock was fully hard by now, leaking precome, his balls getting tight and heavy.
Imaginary Noah kissed his neck again, humming softly. His hands trailed down Jace’s sides, tickling the sensitive skin there, pausing at the waistband of his underwear. He hooked his fingers in and pulled them down, freeing his cock to spring up against his stomach.
Jace gasped at the cool air and paused with his hand wrapped around his cock, wetting his lips. Need urged him on, his thighs tense and his balls tight. He gritted his teeth and sped up his strokes, feeling sweat trickle down his neck.
Noah might have been a man, but Jace was still into it. He’d never thought about how sexy it could be to look up and see strong thighs, dark hair trailing down to a thick, hard cock, a firm chest instead of soft breasts. It was so hot he didn’t know how to process it, his brain going into overload as his body took over, speeding his strokes even more, making his hips jerk into his hand.
In Jace’s mind, Noah sat up, grinning at him and swatting Jace’s hand away, replacing it with his own. Jace wasn’t sure if his memory was making Noah look the way he wanted, or if Noah was actually as beautiful as he was remembering him now. Still masculine, though. All hard edges and low voice as he murmured about how gorgeous Jace was, how he’d always wanted him, how he was going to get him off and then fuck him until he begged for mercy.
Heat built low in Jace’s stomach, his hips rocking in time with Noah’s strokes. He could see that Noah was hard, too, his cock dark with blood. He moved to rub his hips against Jace’s, his mouth falling open and head tilting back at the sensation, delighted laughter bubbling up from his throat. Jace could almost feel the velvet-soft skin of Noah's cock trailing over his stomach, and ghosted his fingers over the spot to enhance the sensation. He bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, his hips arching off the mattress.
Jace wanted to reach out and touch, feel Noah’s strong thighs under his hands, cup the curve of his ass. He knew what roller derby did for a body, and he wanted to feel every inch of Noah’s. A tiny, needy whimper broke free of his throat, and Jace closed his eyes tight, focusing on the fantasy in his mind.
He let it take hold until he could almost feel the weight of Noah’s hips on top of his, rocking against him, breathy gasps and soft moans punctuating the rhythm. Imaginary Noah sped up, gripping Jace’s cock tighter, pulling and twisting just right, leaving Jace writhing helplessly under him, desperate for release.
Jace bit down on his lips as he came, stars exploding behind his eyelids. The force of it made him gasp for air, but he stopped himself short of crying out. The last thing he needed was for Noah to come in and find out what he’d been doing. Even if he would undoubtedly accept that masturbation was a normal thing, and he didn’t have the ability to read minds and know that Jace had been thinking about him.
The comedown was quick, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach even as his mind supplied the memory of Noah lying on top of him again, settling down and snuggling up, kissing his ear and whispering good night. The image was so clear Jace might almost have believed it really happened.
He had a lot of thinking to do.
Chapter Thirteen
“Oh my god,” Noah said to himself as he looked in the mirror. The bruise in the center of his chest was a sight to behold, black at the center and radiating out in shades of purple and green. He absolutely had to show Jace.
He walked out into the kitchen without getting dressed, hearing Jace already up and making breakfast. The smell of bacon made Noah’s stomach rumble. Jace was in the habit of making enough for both of them, and Noah was very fond of that habit. Otherwise, anything more complex than toast was impossible for breakfast.
“Hey,” Jace said without looking at him. “Wow,” he added once he turned, blinking at Noah. “Holy shit.”
“Right? I have to take a picture for the team blog. This is amazing.”
“Doesn’t ithurt?” Jace asked, concern in his voice. Noah’s stomach fluttered at knowing Jace cared, but he pushed the feeling aside. Of course he cared. They were friends.
“Oh, yeah. I feel like an elephant stepped on my chest. It hurts to breathe,” Noah admitted. “So I guess it’s a couch and movies day for me.”
“Which it would have been anyway,” Jace pointed out. Noah made no secret of the fact that Sundays were his day off. Jace, he remembered, had a shift starting in the afternoon.
“True. I’ll think of you making tiny people happy while I lie around on the couch and eat my own weight in ice cream.”
Jace snorted. “I’ll think about joining you in that while I make tiny people happy.”
Noah went to the corner of the kitchen that he knew had great selfie lighting to take a picture of his bruise. It was definitely one for the blog. He’d never seen a bruise so spectacular on another skater.
While Noah was immortalizing his injury for the world, Jace was serving breakfast. Noah went to the table and sat in his usual spot, waiting eagerly to eat.
A plate of bacon and store-bought pancakes appeared in front of him a few moments later. Post-bout recovery food at its finest. Noah’s stomach rumbled again, and he grinned up at Jace.
“Best husband,” Noah said as he grabbed his fork, waiting until Jace was done with the maple syrup before pouring a generous helping over his own pancakes.
“I’m just hoping you’ll put out later,” Jace joked. He couldn’t even manage that with a straight face, a blush appearing high on his cheeks. Noah adored him.
It wasn’t ideal to be in love with him, but he could cope. The feeling would fade eventually when it got no encouragement at all, and even if it didn’t… well, he wasn’t the first gay man to fall for a straight guy. Such was the tragedy of not everyone being bisexual. Some people were going to fall for people who weren’t interested in a million years.
“I am a cheap date,” Noah said. “But I’m married now, so I’m off-limits.”
