Page 48 of Numbers Boy
Because I am speechless. I can feel that my mouth has dropped open, but I can’t find the energy to care. All of it is currently being spent taking in the sight before me.
Up ahead is a food truck selling waffles. But not just any waffles. No, these are Waffle Willies, as the neon sign proudly announces. And according to the slogan across the side panel of the truck, they’re “batter than sex.”
“Oh. My. God.” I turn to my boyfriend, eyes wide and a slow smile blooming. “This is amazing! How did you even find this?”
Noah tugs us closer to the truck, and we get in the long line. “I was doing a search for waffle-related events on the off chance that any existed, and this popped up. It felt like it was meant to be.”
Meant to be. Normally, I don’t believe in all of that. Sure, you might have a more instantaneous attraction to someone. But all relationships take work to keep them going. Standing here, holding the tattooed hand of a man who just happened to walk into my life, “meant to be” feels a lot more likely. Like me adopting Stacy and needing help with her was just a way for the stars to align so that Noah and I could meet.
Aaand I’m waxing poetic when Noah was talking about finding dick-shaped waffles for our date. I snort a small laugh and refocus on the present.
“It does seem pretty perfect,” I say, referring to both the date idea and us in general. Noah squeezes my hand, and maybe he feels it on both levels, too. “Now, what dicks are we eating tonight? Ooh, there’s a savory menu. I wouldn’t mind a bit of saltiness before something sweet.”
Noah laughs and pulls me against his body, wrapping our joined hands around my middle, other arm snaking across my chest, and pressing a kiss on my cheek. “Whatever you want, Princess.”
We both decide to get a savory and sweet option, so we can then share bites with each other. When I read through the names, I know immediately which sweet one I need to order. Once we have our willies in hand, we head over to a nearby picnic table. As soon as I’m sitting down, I grab my phone and hold it out to Noah, camera app open.
“Will you take a picture so I can send it to Stu?”
With a grin, Noah takes the device, and I pose with the waffle near my face. I smile for the first shot, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as I aim the tip toward me. Noah laughs and snaps another picture.
He hands me my phone, and I pull up my texts with Stu, adding the second photo.
Me: *image attached* Noah’s feeding me dick tonight. Got myself a Pre-Nut Butter and Jelly *peanut butter emoji* *jelly emoji* *tongue emoji*
Stu-boo: Holy shit! Pre-nut butter!!!
I snort at his predictable response and turn the screen toward Noah. He chuckles, pulling his own phone out.
“We should take a pic together and send it to both of our guys.”
My smile widens at his suggestion. Not only is he cool with me sending a picture from our date to my best friend, but he wants to send one to his as well. If you had asked me six months ago whether I thought a guy this perfect existed, I would probably have said only in my dreams. But he’s here, and he’s real. And I can’t believe I found him.
Quickly, I pop up from my side of the table and join Noah on his. I lift up my waffle as he lifts his phone, and when I hold it up to his mouth, he automatically opens, tongue sticking out flat. My cock twitches at the sight of something phallic resting against his tongue, wanting to be next.
Oblivious to my horny thoughts, or maybe just eager to get the shot, Noah holds up one of his breaded treats to me, and I don’t hesitate to mirror his pose. Once I’m sure he’s got a few good choices to send, I bite down on the tip of the waffle in my mouth. It’s a grilled cheese with ham, and the flavor explodes on my tongue, hot and salty. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as a bit of cheese drips from the corner of my mouth.
“You know, I should’ve been more prepared for how turned on this date was going to make me, but I wasn’t really thinking past how unlikely it was that this even exists,” he says, a heated look in his eye. He reaches a thumb out and wipes the excess from my chin, then sucks his finger into his mouth. The move makes my blood heat, cock going from politely interested to fully hard in an instant.
“We…” I trail off as Noah wraps his lips around the waffle I’m still holding up, purposefully taking more in his mouth than he needs to before pulling back a bit and slowly biting down. I swallow hard and try again. “We should send those pics before we forget.”
Noah winks before pulling back and creating a group chat. “What are we captioning our masterpiece?”
I think for a second, momentarily caught up in how happy we look in the picture. Sure, it’s a silly thing, so we’re smiling at that, but the happiness goes deeper than that. They’re not just “smile for the picture” smiles on our faces. We look happy because we like being with the other person, regardless of what we’re doing.
“How about… the couple who BJs together, stays together?”
“Love it!” Noah grins as he types, shaking his head slightly. “God, I adore you, Stevie.”
My heart stops for a second at his casual use of such powerful words, then beats faster. Because I know he means them. He has shown me time and time again that he likes – adores, even – everything about me. From my makeup to my nerdy side, to the freckles across my skin, Noah adores me. And the feeling is completely mutual.
Before I can answer, my phone starts to buzz. Looks like Stu and Blake are replying already.
Stu-boo: Hot damn, that was cheesy
Stu-boo: That is cheese I see dripping out of the tip, right?
Stu-boo: Regardless my comment stands
