Page 37 of Saving Noah

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Dinner took almost two hours and Zach literally had never had more fun in his entire life. Not only did he get to enjoy admiring every inch of Noah’s gorgeous body, he was entertained by animated expressions, funny stories, and a smartass mouth begging for some discipline. Noah would sass him and then his blue eyes would sparkle with a challenge. His lover bitched through the entire salad but then dug into the spaghetti like a six-year-old. As hard as he tried, Zach couldn’t remember seeing or hearing a grown man suck and slurp spaghetti. He was surprised to find it could be both humorous and erotic. Yeah, he’d managed to make it erotic—the hollow cheeks as his lips wrapped around a single strand and sucked hard. No doubt, his arousal from Noah’s performance made him all kinds of creepy, but with visuals like that, he had no desire to improve on his creepiness level.

For the first time in a long time, he was fine being just who he was, not the straight-laced Dr. Meadows he’d created to escape his father’s shadow. No, he was Zachary Meadows, pervert extraordinaire. It seemed to work for Noah, so Zach let it work for him. He’d worry about the consequences later.

“Okay, so I haven’t shut up the entire time and we both know how boring my life is,” Noah said as he leaned back in his chair after cleaning his plate. “What happened with you today? Save any lives? Have any embarrassing ‘sex sent me to the hospital’ scenarios you can share…without giving names, of course.”

“Of course,” Zach agreed with a laugh. “Nah, an absolute boring day. Three cases of the flu, one broken ankle, one dog bite, and an allergic reaction to a bee sting; the rest was boring paperwork. Trust me, babe, I spent most of my day thinking about you.” That wasn’t a lie. He had spent a dangerous amount of his time wondering what Noah was doing, imagining Noah naked, fantasizing about Noah eating his dessert tonight. It’d been hard to stay focused and, not for the first time, he considered taking some time off. He hated putting the hospital in a bind, especially since he was still a newbie to the area, but it wasn’t fair to be there when he desperately wanted to be somewhere else.

Noah snorted. “Yeah, that sounds painfully boring, Zach. I’m beginning to fear you’re only with me so you can live vicariously through my exciting lifestyle. While you were doctoring, I followed my usual routine. I took a shower, worked out in the gym, took another shower, dusted the entire apartment, made the bed, checked the locks, ate the pathetically boring sandwich you’d left me for lunch, talked to myself…out loud, worked on my homework, contemplated cracking the curtains, and last but not least, fought off a panic attack. Woo-hoo!”

“Hmmm,” Zach murmured. “It sounds like you left something very important off your to-do list.”

Noah’s blush started with his ears, and slowly but methodically covered every inch of his body. Zach’s eyes followed the trail of red all the way to the tips of his lover’s beautiful toes. Noah was so fucking gorgeous it was almost too much to handle. The innocence mixed with the sassiness caused Zach’s aggressive side to completely take over. He walked a fine line with Noah. His lover seemed to crave all things kinky. Zach loved all sex—sweet, rough, and everything in between. Sharing his fantasies with Noah turned him on and clearly revved Noah’s engine too, but Zach feared one day he’d take it a step too far.

His father’s blood flowed through his veins. Not to become the monster his father had been would be a battle he fought his entire life, he supposed. It’d been easier before Noah. He’d turned himself into an entirely new person and didn’t have any problems keeping the old Zach from wanting to force his way out of the imaginary prison created inside Zach’s head. Noah changed things.

Zach vowed to dance along the edge but to never,everstep over the line. Like any other alcoholic or drug addict in the world, he kept telling himself he could handle a little bit. He and Noah could enjoy themselves without either of them getting hurt.

“Hell, Zach,” he muttered as he hung his head. “Uh, yeah, I did it.”

Zach grinned. “Why are you embarrassed, babe? Surely you’ve had an enema before?”

“Well, to be honest, no, I haven’t,” Noah retorted, some of his sass returning. “I’ve never had to and hope I don’t have to again. It, eh, wasn’t pleasant.”

“Some people enjoy it,” Zach answered dryly. He loved watching Noah squirm.

“Some people also enjoy eating healthy, Zach. I’m not one of those people either.”

“Okay, okay.” Zach laughed. “I hear you loud and clear, babe. I thought you mentioned you might like to try a little medical fetish fun. An enema is fairly basic, but if that’s too much for you, I think we need to mark medical kink off your list of things to do.”

Disappointment shattered Noah’s beautiful face. “Maybe we could just say I don’t enjoy any medical shit I have to do by myself. I might have enjoyed it a lot more if you’d been with me.”

“You think so?” Zach bit back another laugh.

“No, but I don’t want to mark medical fetish off my list.” Noah pouted.

“How about healthy foods like fruit? Do you want that on your list?”

“Don’t bring fruit into my sex life, Zachary Meadows,” Noah demanded. “When you do shit like that, it makes me think you’re trying to turn me against sex. That’s just fucked up on every single level, dude. Sex equals good things. Fruit equals bad things. Those two things don’t go together. Nuh-uh. No. I’ll eat your nasty fruit just to make you happy, but I want you to know, inside my head, I’m not eating it. I’m telling you to shove it up your ass.” Noah stuck his tongue out at Zach when he finished his overly dramatic tirade.

Zach tried his best to look disappointed as he answered, “Oh, well. I understand. I had something planned for tonight, but I understand.” He shrugged. “If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”

Noah frowned.

“Let’s go downstairs and work out for a couple of hours,” he suggested. “We both need it after all that spaghetti.” He stood and started to clear the table.

“Sit. Down,” Noah ordered.

Zach hid his smile. “What?” he asked innocently. “Let me get this cleaned up and then we’ll head downstairs.” He nodded down toward Noah’s crotch and added, “As bad as I hate to say this, you might need to throw on some clothes. I’m not sure anybody in the gym would get anything done with that beautiful cock of yours out and proud.”

“Stop messing with me, Zach. What did you have planned? Come on,” he urged playfully. “I wanna play! I’m sorry I complained about the enema. I loved it. It was fun, fun, fun. It was one of the best ideas you’ve ever day. And the fruit? I love fruit. I’ve just been messin’ with ya. Fruit’s my favorite.” He batted his eyelashes foolishly. “I’ll be good. Show me the fruit.” Noah slid Zach the sweetest, most innocent smile in all the world. “I want to be a good, fruit-eating boy.” He added a wink to the smile and hoped they outweighed the sarcasm of his words.

After pretending to really ponder whether he believed Noah or not, Zach agreed. “Okay. Go in the living room and get on your hands and knees.”

Noah looked all around and then back at Zach. “Uh, okay, but I thought you were going to make me eat the fruit first.” Then, very quickly, he corrected, “I meant I thought I was going togetto eat the fruit first.”

“Are you complaining?”

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