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With a choked cry, Noah came undone. He shuddered in my arms, spilling hot and wet over my hand. I stroked him through it, gentling my touch as he whimpered at the oversensitivity.

As Noah's breathing evened out, he lifted his head from my shoulder. His face was flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure. He cupped my face in his hands, kissing me deeply.

“You didn’t come,” he whispered against my lips, lifting his ass a little, then pressing down again.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I’m a gentleman.” He smiled at me, cheeky, flushed, and so damn sexy.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Noah's words. “A gentleman, huh?” I teased; voice rough with want.

Noah's smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh yes,” he purred, rocking his hips. “My dads brought me up the right way, and a gentleman always ensures his partner's satisfaction.”

Before I could respond, Noah was sliding off my lap. He knelt between my legs, hands running up my thighs as he looked up at me through his lashes. My breath caught.

“Let me take care of you,” Noah murmured, toying with the waistband of my pants. “Please?”

I nodded, unable to form words, as Noah pulled down my zipper. His hand slipped inside, wrapping around my length, and I groaned at the contact.

“God, Noah,” I muttered, hips bucking involuntarily.

He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of my cock. My head fell back to the wall with a thud as Noah's warm mouth enveloped me. His tongue swirled around the head before he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked.

I threaded my fingers through Noah's curls, not guiding, just needing something to hold on to as pleasure overwhelmed me. He hummed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body.

Noah's free hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he bobbed his head. The dual sensation was almost too much, and I could feel my orgasm building way too fast.

“Noah,” I gasped, tugging at his hair in warning. “I'm close.”

Instead of pulling away, Noah redoubled his efforts. He took me deeper, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with desire, and that was my undoing.

I came hard with a strangled cry, shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Noah swallowed around me, working me through my orgasm until I whimpered.

He released me with apop, pressing a gentle kiss to my hip before crawling back into my lap. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both caught our breath.

“Was that gentlemanly enough for you?” Noah asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“More than enough,” I said, pulling Noah closer and pressing a kiss to his temple. “You're amazing. You know that?”

Noah hummed, nuzzling my neck. “So are you,” he murmured against my skin.

We sat there for a while, tangled together on the floor, our breathing returning to normal. The weight of Noah in my arms felt right in a way I couldn't explain.

“What happens now?” I asked, voicing the question lurking at the edges of my mind.

Noah lifted his head to look at me, his eyes warm and sincere. “Whatever we want to happen,” he said.

“I’m not out; I’m…”

“Closeted, I get that. It’s the nature of the job, sponsorship, management, and all that crap. Up until my Uncle Ten, well, hockey was a bad place to be queer, then my dads came out, and the Railers became this safe place.”

“Can you be my safe place for a while? Is that too much to ask? I’m so fucking sorry I can’t give you more, but this… I’m sorry, Noah.”

Noah's expression softened, and his eyes shone with emotion. He gently cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “Don’t be sorry. We can be friends,” he murmured. “I'm here.”

“Just friends?” I asked with a smile.

“Friends with benefits,” he said in complete seriousness, then pressed his nose to mine and bopped it.

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