Page 26 of Saving Noah

“I don’t like those photo shoots,” Zach growled. “Show me more.”

Grinning, Noah dropped the sweats and underwear to the floor and kicked them aside. When he made a move like he planned to join Zach on the couch, Zach held up his hand to stop him. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Noah stood still for a few seconds and then started fidgeting. “I feel…”

“Stop talking,” Zach interrupted and then smiled up at Noah. “What? Are you already getting scared, little man?”

“Fuck you,” Noah snarled, but didn’t make a move to disobey Zach’s earlier order.

“Nah…but I’m gonna fuckyou. Turn around. Slowly.”

Noah rolled his eyes but slowly turned around until Zach had a breathtaking view of the younger man’s bubble ass, and it was just as he’d expected—sheer perfection. Yeah, it was the kind of perfect that made Zach want toownit, to claim it as his own and not let another damn person near it. Zach had never been accused of being an overly possessive man, quite the contrary actually, but with Noah, his whole foundation shifted and turned him into something different.

Zach stood from the couch. Noah flinched when he heard the movement but then looked over his shoulder with an ‘I dare you’ look that spoke directly to Zach’s cock. Never being one to back down from a dare, Zach closed the distance between them and pushed his body against Noah’s backside, making sure the younger, less experienced man had no doubts left about how much he wanted him. His cock, even while trapped inside his jeans, had to feel like an iron pole pushing against Noah’s ass.

“Still no second thoughts?” he asked as he reached down to spread Noah’s cheeks just enough to nestle the outline of his cock into the cozy spot.

Noah’s breathing hitched and his ass bucked against Zach. “No, absolutely no doubts from me.” Chuckling, he added, “Of course, I’m the one buck-ass naked, and you’re the one still fully dressed. Second thoughts, Zachary?”

Zach answered Noah by leaning back and firmly swatting his ass. After that, he stepped back and started removing his clothing. Noah was still turned away from him, and apparently his neighbor wasn’t happy about it.

“I wanna watch that,” Noah hissed. “Can I turn around?”

His shirt was already gone and shoes kicked away. As his hand reached for the buckle of his belt, he answered, “Babe, you can do anything you want. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah, but I might not know what I’m doing,” Noah answered quietly as he turned to face Zach. “Holy fuck,” he whispered as he watched Zach peel his jeans down his thighs and then toss them aside. “I mean it. Holy. Fuck.”

Zach, when completely naked, stepped back and eased back down onto the couch. With a crook of his finger, he motioned for Noah to join him. When Noah started to sit next to him, Zach grabbed him around the waist and effortlessly lifted him, positioning him on his lap, face to face, legs splayed open. Noah’s cock, hard and leaking, bobbed and then bounced against Zach’s stomach.

When Noah looked at Zach, his pupils were wide and desire was etched all over his face. Zach reached his hand around and dipped a finger between Noah’s ass cheeks. He tapped against the puckered flesh protecting his opening. “How long has it been since you’ve had another man in here?”

Noah mumbled something and tried to form words for a few seconds before finally saying, “I-I was eighteen, so…a long time ago.”

“Toys?”

Noah shook his head and a pretty blush stained his cheeks. He wiggled around on Zach’s lap, clearly trying to put some pressure or friction to the spots that ached with need.

“Your own fingers?”

Zach used his other hand to wrap around Noah’s swollen cock, which stood straight up, begging for attention. The silky heat seemed to sizzle against his palm. As he slid his hand up and down the length, using Noah’s pre-cum to dampen his palm, he savored holding something so vulnerable yet so powerful at the same time. Noah hissed out a breath of arousal and bucked against his fist.

“Oh, fuck,” Noah moaned. “Please.”

“Not yet, babe. It’s been a while for you. Let’s spend some time getting you ready.” Zach removed his hand, grinned at Noah’s whimper of frustration, and asked, “Do you have any lube?”

“Lube?” Noah’s eyes blinked owlishly as he looked at Zach. “Oh! Lube. Yeah. Maybe. No. I have some oils that we use for photo shoots. I’ll grab that.” He started to scurry away, but Zach yanked him back down.

“That isn’t necessarily the same thing, Noah. Sometimes there’s outside stuff and sometimes there’s inside stuff…sometimes it can be the same. Other times, it can’t.” He winked at Noah’s who-the-fuck-cares-right-now look. “Better safe than sorry,” he explained as he reached for his jeans and dug around in the back pocket for the packets of lube and condoms he’d carried with him in hopes Noah would forgive him. Using his teeth, he ripped open a packet of lube and coated his fingers with it. “Nervous?”

“Excited,” Noah answered, his voice huskier than usual.

“Have I mentioned how sexy you are?” Zach asked as he returned his hands to where they were before…one stroking Noah’s cock and one toying with his tight hole. “You caught my attention that first time and you’ve fucking held onto it since then.” With the aid of the slick liquid coating his finger, Zach pushed against Noah’s entrance. Once he passed the initial resistance, he buried one finger deep inside.

Noah whimpered again and tossed his head back. “Yessss!”

“Put your hands on my shoulders, babe. I’ll do the rest. You just enjoy…just feel.”

“Hell, yeah, I’m feeling that,” Noah answered and then hissed when Zach added another finger.

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