Page 6 of Noah

I wracked my brain.

"So, you and that bartender, Liam, you're friends?" I asked.

Noah chuckled. "Since the start of junior high school. We were in most of the same classes during our first semester. He became my best friend pretty quick. One of our classes, physical education, Liam sucked at it. I used to help him out, practicing after school. In exchange, he would help me with Biology and Chemistry. Supporting each other that way really cemented our friendship. At the start of senior year, we came out to each other. The rest is history."

"I have a friend at work. We're not close but I can share with her."

Not sure why I told Noah about my assistant, Alesia. Noah was so open with me that I felt I needed to contribute something, but doing so was very unlike me. Noah was putting me at ease.

"It's amazing to have friends you can trust," Noah replied.

Trusting Alesia was maybe taking it a bit far. I respected her opinion, and she hadn't broadcast any of the concerns and stories I had dropped on her. I know it shouldn't, but it still made me uncomfortable to tell Alesia about my life. There was so much she didn't know.

Keep the conversation going on your terms.

"Do you have many friends?" I asked.

Noah scraped his plate, getting every crumb, and licked his delectable pink lips. I'd barely made a dent in my pie. I set about it with a bit more purpose.

"I have quite a few. Some are just acquaintances. I have two more good friends. Ethan and Owen. We all went to high school together. Both are queer too. We're pretty inseparable."

I poked at the edge of the pie crust. I'd eaten all the filling. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. We'd pay for our desserts and then what?

"Are we going to your place next?" I asked. We certainly wouldn't be going to my place. It was my sanctuary. I didn't let anyone into my home. Even Alesia.

Noah inhaled deeply as his gaze tracked all over my face. "You're absolutely gorgeous, do you know that? I'd love to see that face looking down at me. But no."

"No?" I rattled my fork onto my plate and shoved everything to the edge of the table. Was it because I hadn't been forthcoming with much information about myself? I had good reason for not trusting people. My parents had made sure of that. "Why not?"

"Look … you seem like a nice guy, and I'm definitely attracted to you, but it's way too late and I'm not feeling it tonight. Maybe some other time."

I wasn't sure if Noah turning me down was a failure of my new approach or not. I'd had a pleasant time hearing about his life. If we did eventually hook up maybe knowing more about him would enhance things. I pulled out my wallet, lay some cash on the table, and stood.

After grabbing my coat and toque, I held out my hand to Noah for a handshake. "Thanks for suggesting the pie. And thank you for the company. It was nice."

Did that sound too much like something you'd say after a date? This hadn't been a date. Just two guys hanging out. Noah rose to his feet and shook my hand.

"Maybe next time, you can share a little about yourself," he said and smiled at me.

Next time?

That thought carried me to my car and home to my townhouse in Langford. After closing my front door, I set my keys in a bowl on the antique credenza in the foyer. I fussed with the fresh-cut flowers I'd picked up from the market after work, rearranging them.

My dog, Bentley, needed a minute outside for his last watering of my small lawn. He was quick, thankfully. It had started to rain. Once I stored my outerwear, I crossed my living room through an obstacle course of meowing cats to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

The night had turned out differently than I'd expected but I wasn't upset. I'd never endeavoured to get to know someone before I slept with them before. Even my last boyfriend had been a fuck first ask questions later type of start to a relationship. That hadn't worked so well.

Noah had been so open with me—trusting. It was refreshing. I was jealous. How did someone reach that level of trust in the world around them? It must be incredibly freeing.

I drank my water as I made my way to the bedroom, set the glass on the bedside table, and went into the bathroom. I needed a shower. The heat of the buffalo wings had precipitated a sheen of sweat to gather on my skin. Some men found that attractive, including myself. The scent of perspiration on a man drove my senses crazy. Made me want to lick every part of him.

I adjusted the temperature of the shower and stepped in. I always started with my hair but soon after, my hand wandered down my body, the sight of Noah's lips on my mind. My cock throbbed as I brought the delicious image of Noah licking those lips to the forefront.

So sexy.

I gripped my shaft and stroked it slowly. It swelled in my hand until it was tight. I groaned as I placed my other hand on the shower wall. Those perfect lips. Those incredible blue eyes. I could imagine them looking up at me, blinking, as I plundered his hole.

My dick jerked in my hand, demanding more. I increased my pace, jacking harder until I couldn't stop myself from fucking my hand, my hips pumping back and forth. His tongue darted out, licking the pie crumbs from his lips. The sounds I imagined he'd make as I pummeled him into the bedding. His cock throbbing and leaking precum onto his stomach. The taste of it. I'd want a taste of it on my tongue. I'd hit his prostate just right, making him swear and call my name.

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