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Fuck.Whydid he have to be a horny drunk? Why couldn’t he have been a mean one? Or a sloppy one? Or literally any other kind that didn’t involve him trying to seduce Noah when Noah was already hanging on to his morals by a mere frayed fucking thread.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” When Noah was sure Eli wasn’t going to try to grab his dick again, he placed his hands on either side of Eli’s head, meeting his warm brown eyes intently. “Listen. If you still want me in the morning, I will do anything you want me to. Swear to fucking god. Any. Damn. Thing.”
Eli swayed in Noah’s hold. “Even knot me?”
Noah raised his eyes to the ceiling.Horny god give me strength.
He cleared his throat. Cleared it again. Cleared it a third time. “I think we should stop speaking now,” he finally said. “You’re gonna get me into trouble.”
“I’m the one in trouble,” Eli mumbled, pouting shamelessly. “I’m the teacher, remember?”
But he turned and walked into his bedroom, flopping face down onto a king-size bed.
God, he had a cute fucking butt.
Noah averted his eyes from it long enough to maneuver Eli under the sheets, covering him with the blanket, and Eli burrowed down immediately, until every inch of him was covered. Could he even breathe? Was he going to suffocate under there?
But a moment later, he popped his head out, blinking at Noah again. “You’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” Noah told him, shooting a text to his roommates to let them know he’d be out all night, and immediately silencing his phone before the inevitable flood of questions.
The truth was, Noah wouldn’t leave for anything in the world.
He settled next to Eli on top of the covers, still fully clothed. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable position to sleep in, but he didn’t really trust himself to be pressed up against Eli in his underwear. Like his body might make a move without his permission.
It wasn’t something that had happened to him before, but this was Eli. All bets were off.
“Promise,” Eli murmured. His eyelids started drooping, and he opened them with visible effort. “Promise you’ll be here in the morning.” He frowned, even as he lost the battle and let his eyes fall closed. “Last time you were gone.”
“I promise.” Noah turned on his side, stroking the hair back from Eli’s face. “I’ll be right here.”
For as long as you’ll have me, Eli Miller.
9
Eli
There was a drumming ache behind Eli’s eyelids, persistent and terrible.
A headache. Right. Because he was hungover. Because he’d gotten … Ohhh, he’d gotten very, very drunk, hadn’t he? Sitting at the bar and downing gin and tonics while Noah had been working.
And Noah had … taken him home?
Eli bolted upright in bed, wincing as the sudden movement sent a stabbing pain through his head. The memories came flooding back.
Oh god. He’d been a slutty, handsy drunk, hadn’t he? Poor Noah had been forced to tuck him into bed like a wayward child. He’d probably run for the hills, no matter that Eli had made him promise to stay.
Except no, outside of the pounding in Eli’s head, there were the telltale sounds of someone in Eli’s kitchen. And Eli doubted Faith would have come over to torment him so early in themorning. Or at least, he thought it was early, judging by the soft light hitting his bedroom.
So Noah was still here. In Eli’s home. After Eli had not so subtly tried to grab at his dick the night before.
Should Eli pretend to be asleep? Maybe if he kept his eyes closed the entire day, Noah would give up eventually.
Cowardlyandrude, what a combo.
He grimaced at himself and picked up his phone, a text from Faith staring up at him.
Faith: I call bullshit on our previous convo. That boy is INTO you. Don’t fuck it up.
