Page 17 of Darien
“Totally boring,” Darien said, his grin robbing the words of any sting which they could have had. Darien, too, was enjoying this, and that didn’t help with Noah’s faltering resolve.
“Just because you’re learning something for once in your life doesn’t mean that it’s boring,” Noah informed him, and he snatched the remote from Darien, knowing very well that Darien would take it right back from him. It was a game, and it soothed Noah with its familiarity.
“It’s not illegal to have fun, you know. You’re learning things when you go to school, right?” Darien, just as Noah had predicted, reached over with his free hand and snatched the remote right back. Noah let him have it, a little bit stunned by one simple fact.
Maybe it didn’t even mean anything, but when Darien had taken the remote, he hadn’t removed his arm from where it rested, just above Noah’s shoulders, not quite touching but very close. He had reached across his own body to get it.
Almost like he hadn’t wanted to stop almost touching Noah. Almost like the seemingly casual gesture meant something.
Or he was reading way too much into something which probably meant nothing. That was honestly the most likely thing.
“Oh, a new season! I want to watch this,” Darien informed him, flicking over to an incredibly stupid, brainless show about a burger restaurant. Noah winced and shook his head, grabbing for the remote again. He couldn’t.
“My brain cells will die,” Noah informed him. “It’s toostupid,Darien. Please, just anything but that.”
The battle lines had been drawn, and when the dust settled, they had picked some action superhero movie which might be relatively brainless, but at least it wasn’t that cartoon that Darien had wanted to watch. Noah stole a glimpse at Darien’s face, and he nearly laughed when he saw how satisfied the man looked.
“Damn it. You wanted to watch this all along,” he accused, and Darien shot him a look so full of mischief that it seemed to steal Noah’s ability to breathe for just a moment. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t, that this one man could do things to Noah which no one else had ever managed to do.
He’d been played, but Noah smirked to himself. Truthfully, he’d wanted to watch this movie, too, but by this game, he’d been able to pretend that he was reluctant, that he was only picking it over the stupid cartoon.
Darien, in short, gave him an excuse to do things that he actually wanted to do. He led Noah gently into things, and the perfect understanding between them in that moment terrified Noah because he had thought that that bond between them had been broken.
No. It was more than that. He’d made every effort to shatter that bond, to utterly eradicate it, and yet, here he was, feeling it just as much as ever. And Darien seemed to, too, from the smile which lingered on the full, seductive curve of his lower lip.
Oh well. He’d lost this round, only, to be honest, it felt more like he’d won. He let his own lips quirk as he settled in against Darien, mere inches away from him, and when that strong, warm arm slid down around his shoulders and pulled him closer, Noah let it happen.
It felt nice. More than nice. It was deeply exhilarating, while also soothing, calming. It was a perfect mixture of emotions which let Noah go for it, which led him on with the promise that it was going to be good, that he could let it be what it was and just enjoy it. That was so rare for him.
Noah rested his head on Darien’s chest, tentatively at first, but then Darien’s hand slid lightly over Noah’s arm, then over his side, tracing a complicated pattern which might very well have been some sort of spell to make Noah breathless.
Turning to him, body and heart and soul, Noah shifted on the couch until he was right against Darien. Any closer and he would have been right in the other man’s lap, which wasn’t sounding like nearly as bad of an idea as it should have.
The movie played on, explosions and superhero capes everywhere, but Noah couldn’t honestly say that he was paying a whole lot of attention to it. Yes, he had wanted to watch this movie, but it couldn’t compare to the heat which flushed through his body, and by the way his cock was throbbing in its denim prison, desperate to be let out, to be given stimulation.
All this and Darien was barely touching him. Noah suffered, his body in agony because he wasn’t being touched more. His lips were aching because they weren’t being kissed. No one else had ever been so able to give Noah this sort of arousal. No one had ever, with so very little, managed to make him want them so very much.
This wasn’t new, either. So many times, Noah had found himself trembling with need, and with nothing to look forward to but his own clenched fist. This was the first time he had been pressed so close against Darien’s side, though.
Those clever fingers caressed over his skin, tracing fire, sparks, as Darien pushed Noah’s shirt up and out of the way so that he could touch more of his side and even onto his belly. If Darien kept going, there was going to be no way that he could avoid feeling the heat which Noah knew must be radiating off of his desperate, hard dick.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Noah tried to focus on his breathing. Tried desperately, and futilely, to calm the hell down. When he opened them again, his eyes fell down to where Darien’s jeans stretched over his hips, and all of a sudden, he knew that he wasn’t alone.
Darien was just as hard as he was, his jeans tented, the material stretched just as tight as Noah’s was. This wasn’t just him. Maybe the other times, it had been, but this time, at least, Darien was here, and Darien’s body was responding to their nearness.
When Noah got brave enough to raise his head, he found that Darien was waiting. For just a brief moment, their eyes locked, and then their lips came together, and there could be no doubt, not even in Noah’s mind, of the heat between them, the desire which came not only from Noah but also from Darien just as much.
Lips parted, tongues tangled together, and Darien’s hands seemed to burn right through Noah’s clothing as he gripped at his slender body. Noah swayed closer, and as the kiss deepened, there was nothing else that would be enough for him. He crawled onto Darien’s lap, his knees on either side of the other man’s hips as he plastered himself against Darien’s hot body and kissed him until neither of them could breathe.
Any second now, sanity would come back. Noah was sure of it. Any second, he would realize that he should be more careful about these sex things with Darien. They meant too much to Noah, drove him too thoroughly insane.
That moment of lucidity never came, though. There was just his body, and Darien’s, and the need which spiraled between them until Noah couldn’t even think. He just needed more, and he thrust his hands under Darien’s shirt, feeling the warm, smooth, satiny skin, the bunched muscles beneath, tracing over his strong body, flattening his hands over his chest and feeling the sweetness of those hardened nipples under his palms.
He could spend forever exploring this magnificent body. Of course, Darien had always been beautiful, but his time away, all of the dancing that he’d done, had made his body into a work of art that Noah wanted to worship, to explore, to trace every inch of with his fingers and his lips and his tongue.
The movie played on behind them, but Noah was barely aware of it. It was just sounds, background noises, ultimately unimportant. What did matter was how it felt to be touching Darien, to finally, after wanting him so long, know that Darien wanted him, too.
Darien slid his hands down into Noah’s pants, gripping his hips, then sliding down to cup his slender ass, his palms hard and his fingers just slightly rough and calloused the perfect amount. Noah felt his whole body clench and pulse, his breathing light and quick as he breathed Darien deep into his very center.
