Noah’s head hit the wall behind him with a dull thud and he shifted to keep his balance. His first attempt at talking ended up in more kisses. The second time, he managed: “Tell me what you want.”
It took Lindsay a moment to realize Noah actually expected a response. Wasn’t it obvious what he wanted? Noah. He wanted Noah. The memory of how Noah had looked and felt when they’d had sex before washed Lindsay’s mind blank, and he had to start all over again with the realization that Noah expected him to answer.
“You.”
“Oh, okay.” Noah nodded, and grabbed the front of Lindsay’s shirt to pull him in for another kiss.
“You can have that,” he said between kisses.
Good. Very good. Lindsay remembered to start stroking again, bracing himself with his other palm flat against the wall behind Noah so he could lean up to keep kissing him.
“Oh, fuck.” Noah was quite clear about that. He tangled one hand in Lindsay’s hair and starting working Lindsay’s pants open with the other. Lindsay’s touch was a distraction from his task, the way his hips rocked into each stroke and the way he shivered every time.
Lindsay could help, though. He stopped kissing Noah and stood flat-footed, stripping open his jeans.
“Touch me.”
Noah said something, but Lindsay couldn’t make it out; it could have been yes, please. He pressed his hand flat against Lindsay’s belly and down. His palm sliding over the head of Lindsay’s cock was incredibly hot and Lindsay arched into it.
“Like that. Yes.” Lindsay couldn’t manage more than a word or two at a time. All he wanted was to keep touching, keep being touched, don’t stop.
“What the hell are you two doing?” The furious whisper came from down the hall, along with an angry rustle.
Ylli. Lindsay turned his head to see the muddy brown wings and angry glare. “What does it look like?”
“Well, I know...” Ylli began. “Other people live here too, who don’t want to see that. Like her.” He pointed back at the room he’d just left.
Noah didn’t seem perturbed; he was busy kissing and licking and nipping Lindsay’s neck.
“Her door’s closed,” Lindsay pointed out mildly. He nudged Noah away from the wall, though, and Noah backed up willingly. The door to the room they shared was only a few steps away. No more interruptions in there.
“Yes, but... Oh, forget it. You’d think the animals in the house would be the problem.” Ylli turned away with a flick of his wings and disappeared into the room he shared with Kristan.
Their room was as they had left it, clean and almost bare. The bed was made and the candles still lined the few flat surfaces available. As the door closed, some of the candles by the bed lit up, blowing little fire bubbles at first.
“Oops.” Noah kissed Lindsay and pulled him over to the bed at the same time. The candles settled down and behaved after that little hiccup, but it made Lindsay laugh, seeing how Noah felt coming through his magic.
As soon as Noah’s back hit the bed, Lindsay climbed over him, pushing Noah’s shirt up ahead of him so he could lick and kiss and nibble all that warm skin. He shifted his grip on Noah’s cock too, and kept stroking.
“Clothes off.” Noah arched as he peeled his shirt off. “Total waste of closing the door if you leave them on.” He threw his shirt into the shadows and started to get Lindsay’s undone.
“I thought closing the door was so Ylli wouldn’t come yell at us again.” Lindsay sat up, though, and helped Noah get him undressed. Shirt, and then he stood to kick off his shoes and slither out of his jeans and briefs. He tugged Noah’s jeans down past his hips. “Yours too.”
But, oh, that was too pretty to resist. He leaned over, distracted by the sight of Noah’s cock arcing up from his body, and licked it from base to tip.
“Lin...” Noah stopped pushing his jeans off and slumped on the bed, motionless other than the shivers that ran through him. So sweet. Lindsay mouthed at his bare balls and up the shaft of his cock, licking and nuzzling.
Noah tasted good, the heat of his skin almost overpowering anything else, and Lindsay moaned as he finally sucked him in.
It was just as well the door was closed; Noah wasn’t quiet. He grabbed handfuls of the covers like he was trying to keep still, twisting his hands in them. His noises eventually formed words, Lindsay’s name and pleas for more and how good Lindsay felt. That sounded amazing.
Lindsay lifted his head long enough to ask, “Where’s the oil?” before sucking Noah back into his mouth.
Noah barely managed to inhale and speak. “My pack.” His backpack, which had been brought up with other random things rescued from the van, was lying inside the door.
Giving a little grumble of annoyance to let Noah know exactly how he felt about having to stop, even for a moment, Lindsay pulled away. “Lose your jeans before I get back to the bed.”
He rolled up to his feet and went to get the blue bottle of oil Rajan had left them for Noah’s skin. It felt like every moment he had to wait was too much.
The jeans were gone by the time Lindsay turned around, and Noah had pulled the covers back.
Against the cheap white sheets, his skin looked burnished, darker than Dane’s. The gauze that covered the
wound on his chest was white on the edges only now, the center was dark red, like a poppy. They’d have to change the gauze soon.
Not now, though. “You look beautiful like that.”
Lindsay crawled back onto the bed, nuzzling at Noah’s cock as he twisted the top off the bottle.
“I like seeing you happy,” Noah said quietly. His voice was rough, like his throat was tight. He threaded his fingers through Lindsay’s hair over and over. “Sadness looks lovely on you, but you’re too good at it. I like you best like this. Blushy and tangled and alive. I want you to look like this more.
Always.”
Noah was right. Lindsay had been sad too much.
“You’re welcome to make that your new goal in life,” Lindsay said, chuckling softly and kneeling up to see Noah’s face. He slipped his fingers between Noah’s legs, petting behind his balls and farther back, not quite pushing in yet. “I’ll try to make it easy for you.”
Being with Noah like this was nothing like being with Dane. But both of them felt perfect. Made him feel perfect.
“I was already considering something like that.” Noah drew his knees up and planted his feet on the mattress, opening up for Lindsay so easily. He looked languid, almost sleepy, except that his eyes held that hot, orange glitter. “It’s good to love your life’s work.”
“I’m certainly enjoying how much effort you put into it.” Lindsay bent to flick his tongue over the head of Noah’s cock as he pushed one finger in, then two. Noah was incredibly tight, and every clench of his body made Lindsay want to push into him faster, deeper, now.
Noah whimpered. “Lindsay.” He opened himself up more with his hands behind his thighs. He was always so open, not just with his body. “Please. Don’t wait. I need you.”
“I’m right here.” Lindsay wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of hearing Noah like that. It was new, but already intoxicating. He got himself slick and crawled up over Noah, pushing in slowly, taking his time so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed by the sensations.
“Fuck, yes.” The words slipped out on an exhalation as Noah’s head fell back and he closed his eyes.
He let Lindsay set the pace, surrendering now that he had what he needed.
“You feel amazing.” Lindsay got his mouth on Noah’s chest, staying away from the gauze but licking and nibbling everywhere else that he could reach. “Taste good too.”