Ian’s heavy breaths filled the room. His voice was a whisper when he spoke. “When you said if you started kissing me, you might not stop. That. I want that.” Ian clutched at Noah’s biceps. “I need it.”
Before Ian could say another word, Noah pressed their lips together. He started off slow, with gentle licks at the seam of Ian’s lips. He wrapped his arms around Ian and sank one hand into Ian’s hair. He held him tight like the treasure he was, and Noah continued kissing him. Their erections pressed together, and every movement made Noah’s dick ache, but not coming with Ian was better than any amount of orgasms he’d had without him.
After twenty years, Noah could breathe again. And that scared him the most. How could he live without this now? He’d be ruined. He shouldn’t be doing this, but every breath and every kiss proved to Noah how right it was.
Ian moaned into Noah’s mouth, then pulled away. “God, Noah.” He took a couple deep breaths in Noah’s ear. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Noah kissed him again, because he couldn’t stop now that he’d started, and he climbed off the bed. With a fluid motion, Noah pushed his briefs down to his ankles, then kicked them aside. He stood in the dim light of his room and reached for his cock. He grabbed it and gave it a slow stroke.
“Fuck,” Ian exhaled.
“Your turn.”
Ian lifted his ass off the bed and shoved his briefs down. Noah helped him pull them the rest of the way off, then climbed on top of Ian. He leaned over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand.
“That was handy,” Ian laughed as Noah squirted a generous amount into his palm.
“I’ve done nothing but jerk myself since you got back to town.”
Ian’s breath caught. “Yeah?”
Noah lined up their cocks and wrapped his hand around them. “You don’t mind, do you?” Noah stroked them slow and easy, working the lube around to provide a smooth glide.
“God no. Tell me what you thought about.” Ian put his palms on Noah’s thighs and kept them there.
“I thought about you. And how you look with the sun in your hair. I thought about how you’d sound when you’d come. I thought about the things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?”
Noah kept up a steady stoke while he spilled all his dirty secrets to Ian. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible, then he wanted to do it all over again.
“I thought of you in my bed, like this.” Noah reached down and pinched Ian’s nipple. The way Ian bucked his hips under Noah made him smile. “I thought of you on your knees for me. I want to fuck your face. I want to eat your ass until you cry.”
“Jesus, Noah.” Ian didn’t sound appalled. The way his eyes widened gave Noah hope that he could do those things one day.
“I thought of kissing every inch of your skin. Of tying you to my bed and edging you. I thought about fucking you, but now I think it might be fun to tie you to a chair and ride your cock.”
“Noah. Shit. I’m so close. That’s so hot.”
“That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Let me see you come.” Noah stroked them faster. Harder. With a deep growl, and handfuls of twisted sheets, Ian came. His cum spilled out over Noah’s dick, coating it and his hand. He watched Ian writhe and moan, Noah’s name slid out of his mouth and that was all it took. Noah let go of Ian’s dick and jacked himself at a furious rhythm, using Ian’s cum for lube. His own release shot out and painted a broken stripe up Ian’s chest.
Ian looked at Noah with a wicked gleam in his eye, then he swiped his finger through Noah’s release and stuck a finger in his mouth. His lips wrapped obscenely around his finger. He moaned when he released it.
“Did you fantasize about that, too?”
“Fuck yes. But this is so much better.” Sated, Noah took a deep breath, then leaned down and kissed Ian. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
As quick as he could manage, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands, then wet a face cloth to bring back to Ian. Getting dried cum out of chest hair wasn’t anyone’s idea of a good time.
He returned to find Ian right where he left him. His stomach fluttered at that, but he pushed it aside and climbed into his bed. Carefully, he cleaned Ian’s chest, then he let Ian take the cloth and toss it aside. Ian tugged Noah into his arms, and he rested his head on Ian’s chest.
“It doesn’t bother you, my not being willing to bottom?” Ian’s question wasn’t unexpected.
“No, it doesn’t. Preferences change. I used to hate fried eggs, now I like them. You used to like bottoming, and now you’d rather not. I promise it’s fine.”
Ian snorted, but he kissed the top of Noah’s head and dropped the subject.
“Remember the time we took the truck out to the field and we fell asleep?”
Noah laughed. “Your mom and my dad were pretty pissed when we finally rolled in at seven the next morning.”
“Can’t blame them. We were together at that point. They probably thought we were out having sex all night.”
“We were.”
They laughed for a few minutes and a comfortable silence settled in, but Noah had to wonder if all they had after the intervening years was sexual chemistry and fond memories. He wanted to have more. He wanted it all, if he was honest. A life with Ian was all he’d ever dreamed about.
“Your friends are nice.”
“They’re the greatest. They like you.”
“They like me so much they stood us up.”
Noah tickled Ian’s side. “That’s because they like you. If they didn’t, they’d have shown up and cock blocked me.”
“I never thought of it that way.”
“Trust me, they like you.”
“And they have kinky parties with you?”
“Yeah. You’re pretty curious, aren’t you?” Noah propped himself up on his elbow so he could see Ian.
“I want to know you, Noah. I want to know all the sides of you.”
“You can ask me anything.” Ian wet his lips and Noah didn’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss him. “Ask me.”
“How d‘you find out you were a dom?”
Noah smiled. “I think it was always there, simmering under the surface. I liked coming on you, even when we were younger. It was like… you’re mine and that proved it. It’s this primal thing that urges me to mark my territory. I like… owning.” Noah sighed. “This is harder to explain than I thought.” He laid down next to Ian and again used his chest for a pillow.
Ian let him gather his thoughts. At one point, he must’ve decided to stay the night because he urged Noah to get under the covers with him.
“The first time I walked into a club, Jason was on stage with Travis. That’s his ex- husband now. They were boyfriends then. Still in love. And the way he looked at Jason. That’s what I wanted. It’s the way you looked at me sometimes. Like you’d let me do anything to you. No matter what it was. I guess, that’s what started it. A look.”
“What’s it like?”
“It’s humbling. To have someone hand you their power, their body, their very being, and trust you with it. There’s no other word for it. If it doesn’t humble you, you shouldn’t be a dom.”