Kneeling on the floor of the shower, Noah pressed a hand to Slade’s thigh, urging him to turn and place his hard cock at sucking level.
Noah sucked, vaguely registering Slade’s sharp inhale and bracing an arm on the wall for support. Time spent watching porn channels at motels hadn’t been wasted. Judging by the moans above his head, Noah’s unofficial lessons paid off.
Slade buried the fingers of his free hand in Noah’s hair, gently guiding the rhythm. After a few moments, he lifted Noah and made short work of rinsing them both off, pausing to run a hand down Noah’s shaft.
Oh, damn. So good. How much better would fucking feel? To have Slade inside of him. Practicing with fingers couldn’t possibly compare.
They stepped out of the shower, each rushing through drying off, then raced to the bed. Slade caught Noah inside the bedroom door, pushing him against a wall and leaning down to kiss him breathless, sliding their tongues together. No gentleness here, just pure need.
After a moment, Noah joined in, tentatively at first, then with more confidence when Slade moaned.
Good. Gods, how could kissing send such red-hot desire through Noah’s entire body?
“I want you,” Slade murmured against Noah’s damp hair. “Damn, how I want you. If I hurt you or do something you don’t like, you have to tell me, okay? This can only be good for us both if we’re honest with each other.”
Noah gave a hard swallow. “Okay.”
Resuming the kiss, Slade shuffled them toward the bed, pausing long enough for them to drop down onto the mattress. He tossed the bottle of lube to the bed and proceeded to roll Noah onto his stomach.
Slade nuzzled against the small of Noah’s back, parting his cheeks and blowing out a stream of cool air. He lowered his head and licked.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Rimming, like Noah watched in a video. People rimmed outside of movies! He let out a groan deeper than the actor he’d seen. So warm, wet, and incredible. Noah pushed back, wanting more, needing more.
Slade chuckled. “Like that, do you?” He lightly smacked a hand against Noah’s ass. Oh, damn, it turned out light slaps worked too.
A bottle top clicked, followed by a slick finger probing Noah’s hole. Slade’s felt so much better than Noah’s own. He clutched a pillow, fighting the urge to moan.
“Don’t hold back,” Slade told him. “Let me hear what I do to you.”
Noah released the moan he’d been holding, long and low, eyes squeezed shut, focusing on every stroke, every breath.
The pressure grew. Two fingers?
“Still doing all right?” Slade murmured, his words vibrating against Noah’s skin.
“More than good.” Much better might leave Noah unable to string words together. He nearly screamed in frustration when Slade removed those fingers but found himself rolled to his side, top leg bent forward, and his lover plastered to his back.
His lover. Noah had a lover.
A human lover.
He’d finally arrived at the moment he’d dreamed of. Slade nuzzled his neck. “Remember, if you feel any pain, tell me to stop. I will.”
Never. Noah breathed deeply, relaxing all he could, then tensing again. What did Slade expect of him?
“Shhh… Easy now.” Slade worked his fingers inside Noah a few more times, hitting a magical place inside. Fuck! Noah might not survive more.
Slade removed his fingers then lined up something larger. Slowly, slowly, he pushed in.
Noah clamped down.
“Relax. You gotta relax.” Slade’s voice, so calm, so soothing, worked better than a command.
Noah let out a deep breath, draining tension on the exhale.
Pushing a bit deeper, pulling back a bit less, Slade worked himself inside. “You okay?” came out on a breathy exhale.
Noah nodded, not trusting himself to speak. If he mentioned the pain, the burning, Slade might stop.
