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Noah takes a deep breath. He's been standing outside of Nick's apartment for upwards of ten minutes now, ringing his fingers together and trying to muster up the strength to knock. He still hasn't found it. He probably looks like a fool to each person who passes by in the hall.
It's ridiculous, he thinks. Nick is his best friend. They can talk about anything, and have talked about anything. Nick was the first person Noah came out to, all those years ago when they were still in middle school. And then, just last year, Noah was the first person Nick came out to. Noah had cried, and Nick had hugged him until it passed. Nick was more matter-of-fact when he came out, no trace of fear in his voice, but Noah still stood by him as he told friends and family alike.
He groans, putting his head against Nick's front door. They've been through a lot. This shouldn't be so hard.
Fuck it, he huffs. Raising his hand, he knocks on Nick's door quickly--three times before he can even quite realize what he's doing. His heart races in his chest as he steps back from the door. He tries to swallow his nerves, but it doesn't work.
Nick looks confused when the door opens, but it quickly goes away when he sees his friend. "Noah," he smiles. "You okay? It's not like you to show up unannounced."
He knows it's not, and that's why he feels so much worse about this. Somehow the thought of having this conversation over text was even scarier, so he rationalized that the best plan was to just come to Nick's house. He's regretting it now, but it's too late.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he says. "Are you busy? Can I come in?"
"No, I'm not busy," Nick says, already opening the door for Noah. "Do you want a drink?"
"Whatever you've got that's strong," Noah says, pushing past Nick into the apartment. His friend looks concerned, but doesn't say anything, just closes the door and locks it before turning towards the kitchen. Noah drops onto the couch, burying his head into his hands. He tries to think of some other reason why he could be at Nick's house unannounced on a fucking Thursday afternoon but comes up empty. He's come this far, he needs to just commit at this point.
Nick is in front of him suddenly, placing a glass in his hand. One sip and Noah identifies it as Jack Daniels. Not his favorite, but it'll do. He needs something to calm his nerves. His entire body feels like a series of frayed ends and sparking wires at this point. He's gulping it down when Nick places a hand on his wrist and stops him.
"What's going on?" his friend asks. He sits on the nearby armchair as opposed to the couch beside Noah, and it's a detail that is not missed. He's giving him space, both metaphorically and physically. He's giving Noah room to breathe. He appreciates it but feels bad that he's worrying his friend. He watches as Nick sips his own drink--a bottle of Heineken. He knows Noah well, knows he wouldn't drink that if it was the last thing on the planet.
"Have you had sex before? Y'know like...with a guy,"
Nick nearly spits out his drink, but recovers and manages to swallow before giving his answer. "Yes, Noah, I've had sex before."
"With a guy?"
"With guys," Nick says. Despite his initial shock, he doesn't seem to be mad. That's good, Noah thinks. He didn't expect him to be, but it was definitely a fear. He feels better already.
"Okay," Noah sighs. "I...there's this guy I like."
"Really?" Nick exclaims. A smile breaks out across his face. "That's awesome! I'm so happy for you, dude!"
"Yeah," Noah smiles. "I'm...I'm nervous, though."
"Nervous? Why?"
"I've...never had sex with a guy before," he confesses. His friend nods. There's not a trace of judgment on his face.
"So you come to your token gay friend for help. Got it. Well, I'm all ears. What are you nervous about?"
"Everything," Noah huffs. "I don't...I don't know what I'm doing."
"Okay, well, for starters...do you think you want to top or bottom?"
Noah groans. He tosses his head back onto the couch, and Nick slides closer to him. His hand lands just above Noah's knee, rubbing comfortingly. Even through his jeans, Noah feels like he is burning up where Nick touches him. He doesn't rush for a response, just waits patiently for his friend to be ready to share.
"Bottom, I think," Noah says. "I like the...the..."
"You don't need to explain," Nick says. "I've done both, top and bottom, so I can help with either. What are you scared of exactly?"
"I...I'm worried it's going to hurt, mostly," he says. "And I want it to feel good for him too, you know? And I'm worried that it won't. I'm worried about all of it, Nick, I'm so fucking scared."
"It's okay, it's okay." Nick scrambles to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of Noah. He doesn't move. "How can I help you? What can I do to support you? You came here for a reason...let me help."
Noah takes a deep breath. He can't believe he's about to do this. Ask for such a thing from anybody, let alone his best friend.
"I was wondering if...if you could show me."
Nick's hand stops rubbing comforting circles onto Noah's knee, but he doesn't retreat. The silence in the room is so deafening it hurts Noah's ears. Just as he's about to spit anxieties and run for the door, Nick speaks. "Yeah," he says. "Okay, I could do that."
Noah's head snaps up. He looks at Nick, who is looking right back at him. "Really?" he asks, half in disbelief.
"Yeah, why not? I wouldn't be a good friend if I wasn't willing to help you." His hand creeps higher up Noah's leg until it rests on his thigh.
"Okay, but if I don't....if I don't like it-"
"We stop immediately." Nick finishes his abandoned thought. "No questions asked."
"Okay," Noah nods. "Okay, how do we..."
"Do you think you need a safeword? Do you know what that is?" Nick asks.
"Yeah, I know what it is. Why would I need one, though?"
"Well...do you trust yourself enough to say 'no' or 'stop' if you need to? If not, we should use a safeword."
"No, I...I trust myself enough. I'm comfortable with you. I don't think I need one."
"Okay," Nick nods. "You can change your mind at any time about any of this. About wanting a safeword, about wanting to do this at all...anything."
"I know," Noah says. "Thank you, Nick."
"Of course," He slides closer to Noah until their thighs are touching. "Is there anything in particular you want me to show you?"
"All of it," Noah says. "I'm fucking clueless."
"You're not clueless," Nick says. "You just don't know, and that's okay. I'm here to teach you." Tentatively, his hand cups the younger's cheek. He leans into it, and Nick commits further, graping Noah from ear to chin. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, and Noah nods.
Nick leans forward, pressing his lips gently against Noah's. They're soft, softer than he expected, and he has to bite back a little moan at the feeling of his friend's mouth against his. He's not rushing it, letting Noah press back against him and get comfortable with all of the new sensations he is experiencing. When Noah grips the back of Nick's head and moves so close he's practically in his lap, Nick presses his tongue against Noah's lips. They part, opening him to entirely new sensations. This time, Noah does moan, and it goes right through Nick. The boy tastes like the whiskey he had just drank and an undertone of mint--he must've brushed his teeth before coming over, Nick thinks.
Noah plants himself in Nick's lap, and his hands immediately go to his waist. He digs his fingertips into Noah's hipbones, sliding under his t-shirt to feel across his skin. Noah's hands scramble across Nick's chest, grasping for tits that are not there. It makes Nick smile a little at his inexperience, but he doesn't mention it.
Noah is the first to pull apart. Nick almost asks if he's okay, but his head drops to his shoulder and he can hear how intensely he's panting. "Breathe," Nick says, pressing against his back. "It's okay,"
"I'm good, I'm good," Noah says. "Just forgot...forgot to breathe. I'm okay, I promise."
"Do you want to move up to the bed?" Nick asks. "We can stay here if it makes you more comfortable."
"Fuck, I want that more than anything." he sighs. He mouths at Nick's neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses across tattooed skin.
"Okay," Nick says. He locks his arms under Noah's hips, hoisting him up into his arms. Noah shrieks, tightening his arms around his neck. "I've got you," he reassures. "You're not going anywhere, I got you."
The walk to Nick's bedroom is short, but still entirely too long for Noah. By the time they arrive, he's sucked three perfectly-round hickies into Nick's neck. His tongue is dancing over the skin, tickling the older boy and making him shiver. Noah giggles into his neck, and Nick giggles before he drops the boy onto the mattress.
In a second, he's on top of Noah. Coaxing him to slide up and put his head on the pillows, he uses one of his knees to spread Noah's legs and crawl between them. Noah watches him with wide eyes. "Is everything okay so far?" he asks.
"I'm fine," Noah responds. He swallows heavily. "I'm...I'm good."
"Okay," Nick smiles at him. "You let me know if that ever changes."
"I will," Noah nods. With that, Nick leans in. He kisses Noah again, and this time there is no wait. Their tongues immediately meet, and Noah moans openly as Nick slides his hands under his t-shirt and up his chest. His thumbs stroke over his nipples, and Noah twitches, leaning first away from the touch and then into it.
"Can I take this off of you?" Nick asks, and Noah's nodding before he's even done speaking. He raises onto his elbows to make it easier, and Nick throws the garment onto the floor once it's off.
With his bare chest now on display, Nick thinks he looks even more addicting. Tattooed skin greets him everywhere he looks. He runs his hands down Noah's torso, and he shivers. "Do you normally like when people touch your nipples?" he asks.
Noah shrugs. "Nobody's ever really done it before," he says.
"Can I try?"
"Yeah, yeah." he nods. That's all the permission Nick needs. His head dips down. He takes one of Noah's nipples into his mouth and latches his fingers around the other. Noah's hand fists in his hair, not pulling or tugging, just grabbing like he needs to remember Nick is there, that this is real. His tongue swirls around Noah's right nipple. His fingers start off gently twisting, but move to pulling and thumbing over the nub as time goes on.
"I don't..." Noah starts, and Nick reacts immediately. He releases his nipple from his mouth and stops what he's doing with his fingers. He gazes up at Noah expectantly.
"What is it, baby?" he asks after a few moments pass with silence.
Noah ignores the way the pet name makes his stomach flip. "I don't love how the...how the fingers feel."
"Okay!" Nick says, letting go of his nipple in an instant. "How about the mouth? Does anything feel good up here?"
"It kinda...just feels like nothing. Not bad but...I don't love it."
"That's okay, baby." Nick smiles up at him. "You don't have to love everything we do. You really don't even have to like it. Can I kiss you some more?"
"Please do," Noah nods. Grinning, Nick leans in, and they fall into a rhythm that feels well-rehearsed even though this is their first time together. Noah's moaning as Nick's hands roam his sides. He slides his knee up more until it's right against the small bulge in Noah's jeans.
"Grind against my leg, baby," Nick instructs, barely lifting his lips off Noah's. "Try it out, see how it feels."
They resume making out, and Noah tentatively moves his hips against Nick's thigh. He moans almost immediately and begins moving his hips in more focused, determined movements. Nick can feel his bulge rapidly growing against his thigh, and his own is doing the same.
"Fuck, Nick," Noah mutters, breaking their kiss to tip his head back against the pillows. His hands are scrambling around the sheets until Nick takes both of them in his grasp. His hips have not stopped ticking against his leg. "Nick, I need..."
"Tell me, baby," Nick mumbles, lips against his jaw. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you, baby, I just need you to ask."
"I need you to touch me." he gasps out. "Please, fuck, please touch me."
"I can touch you, baby, I can touch you. Can I take these jeans off of you?"
"Please do,"
Nick lifts off Noah and moves down to between his legs. He doesn't miss the way Noah whines. He lets go of his hands long enough to pop the button and undo the zipper on his jeans. "Okay," he asks, and Noah nods frantically. Nick removes his shoes and tosses them aside before doing the same with his jeans.
Noah's dick is pressing against his boxers in what looks like an almost painful manner. When the boy begs for them to be taken off, he complies. His cock bounces up against his stomach. It's straining hard, the vein underneath already inflamed and the tip already leaking cloudy pre-cum. "Fuck, baby," Nick mutters. He splays his hands across Noah's thighs. "Can I suck you off?"
"Fuck, yes, please." Noah groans. Nick latches his lips around the head, eyes rolling back at the taste of it. He's heavy against his tongue, and Noah's outward moans only get louder as he sinks down the length of him. Curses and moans of pleasure intertwine until the words are almost intelligible. A tattooed hand fists in Nick's hair, and Nick puts one of his own on top of it and pushes down to tell Noah it's okay to do the same. He does immediately, pushing down Nick's head as he thrusts upward. Nick gags and Noah tries to retreat, but a hard grip on his hips tells him all is fine. To prove his point, Nick sinks all the way to the base of Noah's cock, and the bottom thinks that is the hottest fucking thing he's ever seen. He takes a mental image and stores it away in his "Thinks To Jerk Off To Later" file.
Nick pulls back up to the tip, sucking his cheeks in the entire way. Noah's cursing wildly, squirming around on the bed. When Nick's tongue dips into Noah's slit, he's quickly yanked off with a tug on his hair and a "Stop-" leaving Noah's lips.
"Okay, okay," Nick says. Noah is panting, and part of Nick wants to panic, but he knows he can't--knows that's not what Noah needs right now. "What's the matter? Are you okay?"
Noah nods, reaching toward Nick, who immediately presses himself against his side. "Noah; Noah, baby," he mutters. He hopes his voice doesn't convey as much panic as he feels.
"Nick," Noah says. "Nick, I'm okay, I just-"
"Too much?" Nick interupts. "Was it too sensitive? It's okay if you didn't like it. You don't have to-"
"Shh," Noah shushes, pressing a finger to Nick's lips. "I'm fine. I just...I didn't want to cum yet. And you got me right on that edge."
Nick lets out a sigh of relief and chuckles. "Oh baby, is that all? You're so cute." He wraps his arms around Noah's middle. "We can take a break if you want, or we can be done. It's up to you."
"I don't want to be done," Noah says definitively, shaking his head. "Can you...undress?"
"Yeah, baby," Nick nods. "You wanna see me?"
"Please,"
Keeping one arm wrapped around Noah's midsection, he uses the other to tug down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. He kicks the clothing to the floor before finally detaching from Noah to pull his t-shirt off as well. Noah sits up, eyes on Nick's dick as he swallows heavily. It's about the same length as his, maybe a bit thicker, but Noah's also not exactly small, and the thought of that going inside of him makes him feel a little sick.
"Remember," Nick says, feeling the anxiety radiating off of his friend's body. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can stop this whenever you want."
"I don't want to stop," Noah says. "Can I touch it?"
"Yeah, baby, go ahead."
Noah reaches out, tentatively wrapping a hand around his cock. He doesn't move, just looks up at Nick with wide eyes and parted lips. "I don't...how do I..."
"What feels good when you touch yourself?" he asks. He runs a hand through Noah's hair, moving stray pieces out of his face. "Just do that. It's the same thing, baby."
"Will you tell me if I...if I mess up?"
"Yes," Nick nods. "I'll tell you if you do anything that doesn't feel good. But you're going to do great, I just know it."
Noah crouches down until he's face to face with Nick's member. He starts pumping his hand, gradually increasing in speed. He thumbs over the tip a few times before he looks back up at Nick. "I don't want it in my mouth," he says.
"That's fine," Nick smiles down at him. "Only do what you're comfortable with."
"I'm comfortable like this."
"Me, too," Nick says. He continues petting Noah's hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. They keep that up for a while until Noah looks up at Nick again.
"I think I want it inside of me," he says.
"You think you want it inside of you or you do want it inside of you? There's a difference, Noah."
"I...I do want it inside of me. I want it inside of me so bad, please."
"Okay," Nick smiles. "I've got you baby, don't worry." He grabs Noah and pulls him back up to him, kissing him. Noah moans openly into his mouth, dropping Nick's cock in favor of grabbing onto his sides. "I need you to lay back against the pillows for me, honey."
Noah nods, doing just what Nick instructed. He watches as the latter leans over and digs through his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. Noah's heart races as reality sinks in. He can't believe he's about to do this, but he's equally excited all the same.
Nick settles back between his legs. "How are you feeling?" he asks.
"Is it going to hurt?" Noah asks. "I'm worried about that. I've heard that it does."
"I'll be gentle." Nick smiles up at him in what he hopes is a comforting way. "And if it hurts, we can take a break, or we can stop altogether."
"Well, you've done it, does it hurt?"
"It can, but I'm gonna be very careful and try and make sure that doesn't happen. It does get easier the more you do it, though." He lubes up his fingers while he speaks, and presses them against Noah's hole. "I'm guessing you've never had anything up here before?"
"No," Noah shakes his head. He's past the point of shame.
"Not even by yourself?"
"No,"
"Well, it can feel really, really good. Even when you do it by yourself. You might want to try...after this, you know?"
"O-okay," Noah nods. "Can...can you start with one?"
"Of course, I was going to anyways. I don't expect you to be big and strong here. I just need you to take some deep breaths and try and relax. You think you can do that for me?"
"I can," he says. "Can you hold my hand?"
"Sure, baby," Nick smiles. He reaches up with his unlubed hand and laces his fingers with Noah's. "You ready for this, baby?"
He nods, and Nick slides in his middle finger. Noah hisses, and Nick immediately freezes. He's only about halfway in, but he doesn't dare move. Noah's holding onto his hand with a death grip. He just waits. When Noah nods, he continues, pushing in until his hand is meeting Noah's skin. He must feel it, too, because he lets out a deep sigh. "I'm not moving until you tell me you're ready," Nick says.
"I need a minute," Noah groans. "Just...just a minute."
"Take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry," he says. "You're doing so so good, baby. I'm so proud of you."
Noah smiles and squeezes his hand in appreciation. Nick watches as he takes deep breaths--in through his nose and out through his mouth. His eyes are closed, head tipped back against the pillows and chin pointed to the ceiling. He doesn't know how long it is before Noah's nodding and telling him he can move, but Nick would wait forever for him.
He pulls out until just his fingertip is in and then pushes back in. Noah groans deep in his chest, and when he clarifies it's a good groan and not a bad one, Nick does it again. He continues, changing nothing as he feels Noah slowly start to loosen around him. "You're doing so good," he tells him. "You're opening up so good around me, Noah. Doing an amazing job, I'm so proud of you."
The praise is going straight to his cock. They both know it, but neither comments on it. "Another," Noah gasps out after a few moments.
"You sure?" Nick confirms, and he nods quickly. "That's a good boy. I need my hand back for a minute, but you can have it right back after, I promise." Noah whimpers as they detach, and Nick thinks it is the cutest fucking sound he's ever heard. With his middle finger still buried in his ass, he uses his other hand to pop open the lube bottle. He drizzles some more onto his hole, and Noah hisses at the cold. Nick kisses his hip in apology and offers Noah his hand again. He grasps it instantly.
"Ready?" Nick asks. Noah nods, and Nick wiggles his index finger in alongside his middle. Noah doesn't make any sounds of discomfort this time, and it's significantly easier to get it fully inside of him. "Good, good boy," he praises. "You're doing great."
"More," Noah gasps out. "Move, I can take it."
"That's my boy." Nick smiles as he starts thrusting his fingers. "Taking me so well. Fuck, I love the way you look on my fingers."
"Please," he begs for everything and nothing at once. "Please, Nick, oh my God,"
Nick spreads his fingers, slowly increasing his pace with every thrust. He's curling his fingers at the end of each thrust. Noah's squirming around wildly, pushing back against his fingers in no time. "How about a third?" Nick offers noncommittally.
"Please," Noah practically moans. "I'd love a third, Nick, please."
"You can have a third, baby, don't you worry." Nick debates adding extra lube but decides to try it without. He's surprised at how easily Noah's hole takes him in. He can't help but let out a breathy "Fuck," at the sight. "You're such a good boy," he tells Noah.
"Please," Noah gasps as Nick's fingers start thrusting into him again. He's searching for Noah's prostate--something he's not even sure the boy knows he has. He's so inexperienced, so fuckin fragile that it's driving Nick mad. He wants to take him. He wants to ruin every last bit of innocence left in Noah's body. But he needs to do it right, which is why as insane as he's going, he's still taking his time and using so much patience it's practically killing him. Noah came to him for help, and he'll be damned if he fucks this up.
There's no doubt in his mind that he's found it. Noah arches off the bed before immediately falling back against it. His grip turns deadly on Nick's hand, and the sound that comes out of him is only described as fucking pornographic. "W-What..."
"That's your prostate," Nick says, pressing back against it for good measure. Noah lets out a garbled moan, pushing himself up and staring down at Nick with wide eyes.
"What the fuck is that?" he asks. Yup, Nick was right. He's absolutely fucking clueless. And God, it's so hot.
"It's kind of like your g-spot. It feels really good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, fuck, it does." He's breathless, sweat forming at his temples. "Shit, if I had known that was up there, I would've done this a long time ago."
Nick chuckles. "Don't worry, baby, we're starting now and that's all that matters." He goes back to thrusting his fingers, stretching them occasionally to see how Noah's opening up. And fuck, he's doing so good. "I think you're ready for my dick. If you want it, of course. We can stop here and that would be fine."
"No, please," Noah gasps. "I want your dick. I want your cock in me so fucking back, Nicholas, please don't stop now."
"Okay, baby, okay." he chuckles. "I'm gonna have to pull my fingers out now. It might feel a little weird, okay, I'm sorry."
Noah nods, and he slides his fingers out in a fluid motion. Noah hisses, lifting his hips in a desperate attempt to keep his hole filled. "I know, I'm sorry. If I was better prepared I could've had a plug ready for you. Would make things a little easier."
Noah's head spins at the thought of a plug. Nick takes his hand back from Noah, wiping his other onto the duvet. He hears the sound of a condom tearing, and his heart races as he realizes that this is really about to happen. Nick pops the bottle of lube open again, spreading some on his concealed dick and putting the excess against Noah's hole. He twitches, and Nick apologizes.
"Are you ready?" he asks. Noah exhales through his nose, but nods.
"What if it hurts?" he asks.
"We stop," Nick says. "This is meant to make you feel good."
"I don't think I'm going to last very long."
"That's okay, there's no shame."
"Can you hold my hand again?"
Nick smiles. "Of course, I can, baby." He reaches for Noah's hand, squeezing it when they lock once again. "Can I go ahead?"
"Yeah," Noah nods. "I'm just nervous."
"Nerves are okay, they're normal," Nick says. "Stop me whenever you need to."
With that, he's pushing forward. He thumbs his tip into Noah's hole, slowly pushing forward. His eyes are fixed on Noah's face, looking for any signs of discomfort. His eyes are screwed shut, and he can't tell if it's in pain or pleasure. He trusts Noah to stop him if needed, though, so he keeps pushing forward until their hips meet. Noah moans when they do.
"How do you feel?" Nick asks.
"Need a minute," Noah says, breathing heavily and bottom lip between his teeth. "Fuckin'...just...give me a minute."
"Take your time," Nick says. He grabs Noah's hip with his free hand, rubbing circles into the skin. "Does it hurt?"
"Not...it's not pain it's just...just a bit uncomfortable."
"That makes sense." Nick smiles, even though Noah's eyes are screwed shut and he can't see it. "Take some deep breaths and just try and relax."
To be honest, Nick doesn't know how he has this much composure. Noah's squeezing around him so tight he's worried he's going to bust three thrusts in. But no matter how bad he wants to put Noah on his hands and knees and thrust into him until he's screaming, he knows that's not what Noah needs. Noah needs him like this--gentle, compassionate, and patient. Nick remembers how bad of an experience his first time bottoming was, and the last thing he wants is to make Noah experience something similar. So if he needs to muster up all the patience in his body to make his friend comfortable, he fucking will.
"Move," Noah breathes after a few more minutes. "Fuckin--I need you to move, Nick."
"I'm here, baby," Nick says, squeezing his hand to prove his point. He pulls his hips back until only the tip is inside of Noah, then pushes back in until their hips collide in a noise that reverberates through the whole room. Noah groans. "I've got you, baby. How's that feelin'?"
"More," he gasps. "Oh my God, Nick."
He shakes his hand out of Noah's grip, much to his dismay. He whines, and Nick shushes him. He grabs the underside of Noah's knees and pushes them toward his chest. His moans change immediately. They become breathier, more desperate, more frequent. Nick takes that as his sign to go faster, and Noah's hole squeezes around him almost in appreciation.
"Fuck, Nick, you're on it, fuck-"
"'On it'?" he repeats. "What do you mean, baby? Is everything okay?" he slows his thrusts.
"Fuck, no, don't stop!" Noah cries out. His eyes open, and it's only then that Nick sees the tears on his cheeks. "It's so good, it's so good. The...you're on it."
"Oh," he chuckles. "Did I find your prostate, baby?"
"Yes!" he cries out. "Oh God, please, just like that."
Nick starts thrusting again. The room is filled with his quiet grunts, Noah's load moans, and the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Wrap this around me," Nick says, tapping Noah's thigh. He wraps it around his chest, and Nick wraps his fist around Noah's cock. He cries out. '
"I'm not gonna last," he huffs. "Nick, I'm not-"
"It's okay, baby," he says, rocking his hips into Noah's tight ass. "You cum when you're ready to."
"Fuck, it feels really good."
"I know, baby boy, I know."
"I like that one,"
"Hm?"
"That name," Noah groans. "I like it."
"Oh, 'baby boy'? It's true, you're my little baby boy." Nick chuckles.
"Yours," Noah gasps out.
"Mine," Nick says, and then Noah's arching off the bed and cumming in his hand.
Nick can't help but feel relieved when he does. Holding off his own orgasm was getting near painful. A few more thrusts in time with his hand still pumping Noah through his, and he's stilling inside of him and filling the condom. His vision goes black as he finishes. He thinks it has to be the most intense orgasm of his life.
When he comes to, Noah is squirming desperately on the bed, and his dick is softening in Nick's grasp. "Sorry, baby," Nick mutters. He peels his hand off of Noah's cock and slides out of him. He whines at that, and Nick watches as his stretched hole clenches desperately. Grabbing his own t-shirt from the floor, Nick wipes Noah's cum off his hand before removing the condom and binning it. He cleans Noah's stomach of the little cum that he missed before sliding into bed beside him. Noah clings to him instantly, body shaking as his limbs wrap around Nick's body. It takes a minute for Nick to realize he's crying.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" he asks. He grabs Noah's chin and lifts until their eyes meet. Noah's bottom lip is shaking, and as soon as they make eye contact he starts full-on sobbing. Nick grabs him and pulls him into his chest, holding him tight. "Noah, baby, what's the matter? Does something hurt?"
"No, nothing hurts." he sniffles. "You were s-so good."
"No, baby, you were so good. What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
"No," Noah grumbles.
"Come on," Nick pushes gently. "You know you can tell me." He's trying to be gentle. He knows Noah can shut down without warning, and that's the last thing either of them need right now.
"I'm worried he...he won't like it,"
"Who, your crush?" Noah nods into Nick's chest. "If he doesn't like you, baby, then he's a damn fool. What are you worried he won't like? Your body? You felt amazing, honey, you don't have to worry about that."
"Worried he won't like anything," Noah sobs. Nick cuddles impossibly closer to him.
"You're amazing, Noah." Nick soothes, running his fingers through his hair. "You're a great guy, an incredible friend. If he doesn't like you, then he doesn't know what he's on about."
"What if he doesn't like bottoms?"
Nick needs to hold back from laughing at that. "Anyone who doesn't like you just because of your sexual preferences isn't worth your time anyways," he says. That answer seems to appease Noah.
"I just don't think he likes me," he says.
"Well, who is it?" Nick asks. "Maybe I can help. Talk to him for you, you know?"
"No," Noah shakes his head. "No, I can't tell you."
"I won't judge you." Nick reassures him. "Is it one of the guys?" Noah nods, although it's a bit hesitant. "Okay, which one? Maybe I already know something you don't."
"It's..." Noah starts, before he takes a deep breath and shakes his head instead. "No, I can't."
"You're so close, baby, you're doing so good." The last of Nick's patience is working overtime at this point. "Just tell me. You know you want to."
Noah pulls away from him ever so slightly. He looks up into his best friend's eyes and decides it is now or never. "It's...it's you, Nick. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking-"
Noah's cut off with a press of lips against his own. It takes him a moment to recover before he kisses back. "Sh," Nick says before kissing him again. "You really think it's one-sided?"
"What?" Noah exclaims.
"Come on, you think I'd fuck you like that if I didn't like you? I've been waiting years for you to ask me to do that."
"But...I thought you were just being a good friend,"
"Sure, that too. You needed me and I was going to be there for you. But there was a little selfish component to it, too, I'm not gonna lie."
Noah sighs. He buries his head back into Nick's chest. "What do we do now?"
"Well, for starters, how about a shower? I'll get you all cleaned up, into some clean clothes, and then we can have dinner and talk about it. How does that sound?"
Noah nods. "Yeah, that sounds good," he says. "I'm sorry I led you on, Nick. I should've been honest from the start."
"Don't apologize," Nick says. "I had a great time with you."
"I did, too." Noah hums.
"Good, I'm glad. Now let's go get in the shower. See if maybe you've got one last celebratory orgasm in you?"
"I think I can manage that," Noah says. Nick smiles, leaning down to kiss him before he moves both of them into the bathroom.