Page 18 of Darien
Maybe it was okay to do this. They had been sexual together, and the world hadn’t ended, right? And if it was just sex …
That was all his body needed. More than enough justification for what he already knew he was going to do. With his dick throbbing, he let his hands slide over smooth, satiny skin down to Darien’s navel. He followed the light trail of hair down to his waistband, and then, before he could think better of it, he popped open the button and tugged the zipper open wide.
“Noah!” Darien sounded surprised, breathless just like Noah was, and Noah smirked at him a little. He’d shocked Darien with his boldness, and he sort of liked that. Noah could take what he wanted, just like anyone, when he was properly roused.
Pushing aside the barrier of Darien’s underwear, Noah uncovered his cock and his hand wrapped around the throbbing, rigid flesh. He stroked him, short, but desperate, little movements, severely limited by the angle they were at. But he had no intention of slowing down just because of something as trivial as how they were sitting.
“Wait, Noah, hold on,” Darien gasped, and he put Noah off of him, his hands so strong and sure. He moved Noah so easily, muscles bunching as he set Noah beside him, and Noah only had a second or two to wonder if he had done something wrong, if Darien was angry with him or something, if he’d gone too far, before he had the answer.
Darien stood up and started to strip. Every last stitch of clothing was soon gone, tossed heedlessly onto the floor in a way that probably would have annoyed Noah if he’d been able to feel anything other than the most pure, intense lust that anyone in the world had ever felt. Or that’s the way it seemed to him, anyway.
“You too,” Darien took charge, and Noah felt his knees shaking and threatening to give way. Darien was so demanding, but not cruel. Just set on what he wanted, and that slight bit of selfishness, Noah found fascinating. Not to mention hot as hell.
There was no question of him not doing what he was told. Not when it was so perfectly in line with what Noah wanted himself. He scrambled to his feet and then his own clothes were gone, though he was a bit neater with them, setting them aside rather than tossing them.
Naked, panting, they stared at each other, and Noah felt Darien’s eyes raking hungrily over his slender body. Noah returned the favor, taking in every detail of those strong shoulders, the slender waist and the subtle curve of his hips. Darien was beautiful all over, pretty much completely out of Noah’s league and yet here they were.
Parted pink lips, flushed cheeks, and of course, that cock. Thick and hard, bobbing slightly with each breath that Darien took, he was gorgeous there, too. What would it be like to have that hardness inside of him? To be filled up so completely with the man that he …
No. Not those words. But the thought, it was persistent. He wanted to bend over the couch, to offer himself to Darien, to beg the other man to take him if he had to. Instead, he went to him and kissed him, enjoying the sweetness of skin against skin, hot and eager and desperate.
Together, while their lips locked in a heated embrace, they fell back down onto the couch. It was a tight fit, but they ended up side by side, their erections pressed tightly together as they rocked their hips, precome making everything just slick enough to cut down on the friction, to make it nearly effortless.
Over and over, their lips found each other, and their tongues tangled. As Noah reached down, as he wrapped his hand around Darien’s erection and his own at the same time, those kisses became sloppy, a little bit messy with the sheer force of their mutual eagerness.
Noah stroked, and they moved together, and for once, Noah didn’t have to think. He could just feel, just let this incredibly good thing happen, and the thinking, well, his brain would turn back on later. He could think about why this was such a bad idea then. Right at the moment, it didn’t matter, and he doubted he could focus on it if he tried.
Darien’s hand joined his, resting on top of Noah’s, and they rocked together. Slow at first, but not for long. The rising pleasure bubbled up inside of him, taking away any last lingering remnants of control, making eager little cries rise up in his throat, sounds that Noah hadn’t even known that his throat knew how to make.
It all washed up over him, sweeping him away, caught in an undertow that he couldn’t resist. An entire ocean of heat, of warmth, of pleasure, washed through his body and Noah arched his back, jets of come spewing from his cock as he covered both of their dicks in it.
And by some miracle, Darien was there with him. Noah heard his cries, felt the slipperiness of his seed as he shot it all over them both, their fluids mingling on their hands and on their cocks.
“Noah,” Darien whispered, and Noah wondered what it meant. As sanity returned, as he gazed into those sapphire eyes, he found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, it meant something to Darien, something beyond sex, maybe even something beyond friendship.
It was dangerous to wonder, dangerous to let himself hope, and yet he definitely wondered and maybe there was just a hint of hope, too.
