fifteen

                                    

                                          
Fucking Noah in Ian's bed was risky, especially when Finn could barge in at any moment, but neither of them were in the right state of mind to care. 
                          
Ian arched his back against Noah as he landed a particularly hard thrust, fighting to keep his moans in in case anyone walked past their door. One of Noah's hands was gripping Ian's hips while his other arm was placed behind Ian's head to keep him from hitting the headboard. He was panting heavily, grinning as Ian placed a hand in front of his mouth, struggling to keep quiet. 
                          
Ian hated Noah but he loved the way he fucked him, and his arm wrapped around his neck to pull him close, hissing in a mixture of pain and bliss as Noah hit his prostate. 
                          
"You're perfect," Noah whispered before pressing a kiss on Ian's collarbone, and Ian's hold on his neck tightened. 
                          
"I know. Fuck." 
                          
Ian didn't know how Noah managed to angle his hips right with every thrust, or how he held him so possessively it made Ian shiver, or how he kissed his skin so gently yet demanding at the same time. Ian didn't know why it felt so intimate, and if that was even okay. 
                          
All Ian knew was that he loved every second of it, and he couldn't stop himself from begging for more. 
                          
Noah's name slipped past Ian's lips as the blonde came, and Noah came soon after, cradling Ian in his arms once he pulled out. They were both out of breath but Ian seemed to be in a whole other world as he closed his eyes, trying to form a single coherent thought. 
                          
Ian's phone buzzed on his nightstand, but Ian didn't move. "Check it," he demanded quietly, his voice hoarse. Noah grinned at Ian's state before reaching for his phone. 
                          
"It's from Finn. He says he'll be here in about forty minutes." 
                          
"Good." Ian slightly opened his eyes to meet Noah's gaze, frowning as he noticed his smile. "What's so funny?" 
                          
Instead of replying Noah laid back down on the mattress, pulling Ian closer to his chest. All their clothes were spread out on the floor and Ian reached for his blanket, pulling it up to his chin before letting his eyes fall shut once more, relishing the warmth of Noah's embrace. 
                          
This was different from the last time they had slept together. Last time Ian had immediately left, but now he had no desire to kick Noah out right away. Instead he allowed Noah to tighten his hold on his waist, pressing his back against his chest while burying his face in the crook of Ian's neck. 
                          
Noah's body was incredibly warm and his breath brushing Ian's neck caused a shiver to run down the blonde's spine. Noah grinned against his skin as he noticed, wishing they could stay like this forever. 
                          
"I'm perfect," Ian mumbled after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "I'll never let you live that down." 
                          
"I was lying, don't flatter yourself," Noah replied, still grinning. 
                          
"Sure. I bet that's a scorpio thing." 
                          
"Lying?" 
                          
Ian smiled. "Being a pretentious fuck." 
                          
Noah reacted by starting to tickle Ian, and the blonde struggled against him while tears started to form in his eyes. Noah was stronger though and Ian didn't manage to push him off as he continued to beg for him to stop, all while laughing hysterically. 
                          
"Stop or I'll sue you," he threatened while laughing, but his words weren't exactly intimidating. Noah leaned down with a smirk, wrapping both his arms around Ian and pulling him to his chest. 
                          
Ian was grinning as he turned around in Noah's arms to face him. "I'm serious, Rivera." 
                          
"I don't believe you, Reyes," he replied, crossing the distance between them and pressing a soft kiss on Ian's lips.