Chapter Five
Noah gulped a nice white wine as he sent a text to Micah:
Good idea about telling me to relax. I just had the pleasure of getting to know a gorgeous man that works in law, only to find out that he has at least fifteen cats with bladder control issues. Thank you so much for helping me find another loser, boss.
Noah scoffed and turned his favorite sitcom on as he drank his wine. They should just start filtering this stuff into my veins.
He watched the characters move around on his show, and he wondered aloud, “Why can’t I wear loud colors like that anymore? There’s no reason they should be limited to the 90s.”
He snuggled into a thin throw blanket that he liked to wrap himself up in after awful work days and especially bad dates. ‘Would it be so bad to send Jeremy a text, and let him know I’m thinking of him? I’m not hurting myself just because I want a bit of sex.’
He hadn’t actually seen a bit of sex in almost three months. Every time he rode around town with Micah, his pants threatened to rip right open from random boners. Well, they weren’t entirely random. Micah and his broad shoulders had a bit to do with that.
Noah reached for the bottle again, but there was a knock on the door. He unwrapped himself from the blankets and stumbled to the front door.
“This better not be about that fucking building newsletter. I’m tired, and I’m feeling argumentative!” he hollered. He made it to the green painted door and peered through the peephole. The glass revealed Micah standing on the other side with something in a bag.
Noah ripped the door open and said, “What are you doing here? Didn’t I text you fifteen minutes ago?”
“That woman that I went on that date with last night? She said that she thought I’d make a fantastic friend. So, I bought enough Chinese food for two. I know that I’d regret eating all of this tomorrow especially on gym day. Thought you might like to share.”
Noah shook himself awake and looked down at himself. He was wearing some of his oldest sweats from high school, and the plain white t-shirt he was wearing was sullied by a stain. “Did you come here to eat that with me?”
Micah nodded.
Noah grinned and stepped to the side. “All right, take a seat on my couch. I hope you like college themed 90s sitcoms and white wines.”
“Lucky for you, I prefer white.”
Micah took out two quarts of sweet and sour chicken. He placed them on the coffee table, and Noah wrapped himself back up in his throw blanket. Micah devoured several pieces of perfectly cooked white chicken. He watched the characters move about on the screen and the laugh track ran. Noah softly laughed next to him.
They sat like that for a couple of hours, the TV ran until the streaming service prompted them to select another episode or turn the TV off. Noah yawned and rested against Micah’s shoulder.
Micah froze. He’s just leaning against me. It’s not like he’s made a move or anything. He allowed him to do it and selected more episodes of the show.
Noah’s voice called softly through the sounds from the TV, “Micah?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to drive home. I know you’re tired. You can sleep here.”
“Do you mean... right here? On your couch?”
Noah sat upright and looked at Micah.
“Unless you’re not okay with that? I guess we could share the bed...”
“No... this is fine. It’s... nice.”
Noah giggled. “Sounds like someone likes cuddling with a gay man.”
Micah was silent and kept his eyes on the TV.
“You don’t have to bring your sexuality into everything.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you’re gay. People are more than labels. What if I just like cuddling next to my friend? Or coworker?”
Noah smirked. “Or a man? You like cuddling a man. Did you consider that you might like more than cuddling with a man?”
“I don’t know,” shrugged Micah.
“I’d be happy to help you find out.” Noah rested against Micah again, but he craned his neck upward and rested his lips in the crook of Micah’s neck. The hairs on Micah’s neck and things below the waist began to rise. Micah braced himself for the panic that he’d heard his friends talk about over the years when a gay man came onto them. The panic never came; he didn’t feel like he had to defend his manhood.
“Noah?”
“What?”
“You can show me.”
Noah planted a kiss on Micah’s neck and when that moment went undisturbed, he licked it and Micah shivered.
It’s been so long, Noah thought, as he threw his throw blanket to the floor and got on his knees. He ran his hand over the bulge in Micah’s dark jeans. His eyes flicked upwards to meet Micah’s. “Can I?”
With brief hesitation, Micah nodded and began to undo his belt. Noah swatted his hand out of the way. “No, let me. I’m taking care of you,” he said, as he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Practically salivating, he reached into his pants and his hands were greeted by warm stubble. His fingers went a little lower, and he grazed against Micah’s hard dick.
Noah pulled it out and admired the length of it. He was circumcised, and it was a sizable cock. Noah moved slowly down his shaft, teasing his balls with his tongue. Moving back up the length of his erection, his lips massaged the shaft of Micah’s cock. Micah’s fingers wandered into Noah’s hair, and he gripped two handfuls of curls, pulling him in closer. Noah groaned softly and pulled away just a bit. He grabbed Micah’s cock between his thumb and index finger, tightening his grip around it. He peered up to gaze into the vulnerable and curious eyes of Seattle’s finest detective- the man that was thought of as fearless by the entire city-his gaze almost looked through him. Noah opened his mouth and exposed his soft wet tongue, pulling the tip of the cock inside. He sucked hard, the subtle urges evolved into noisy echoes of pleasure.
Just as Micah was about to climax, Noah stopped and pulled away. Confused, Micah blinked rapidly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Feeling movement in his lap, he looked down in surprise. Noah, rested his supple ass in Micah’s lap, rubbing his cock against his cheeks. Teasing and taunting.
“Go ahead,” Noah said, “put it in.”
It was the tightest hole that Micah had ever squeezed himself into. Noah gripped the tip of Micah’s cock. Micah pulled out to lube his fingertips with spit, and then rubbed it around Noah’s asshole. Noah shuddered as Micah guided his cock back into his asshole. He began making slow and measured thrusts. Noah tightened around Micah’s cock, moaning as he braced himself on the edge of the coffee table.
Micah started to cum and warned Noah as his semen began to spill into Noah’s ass.
“I-I can’t hold back... I’m cumming.”
“It’s fine,” Noah said.
Micah pulled out and Noah stood up. He walked out of the living room, and Micah saw the light flicker on in the bathroom. The sink ran for a moment and then the toilet flushed. Noah’s footsteps were heard walking out of the bathroom, and moments later he appeared in a fresh pair of pajamas.
“Well, I assume you’re going to be spending the night now,” Noah grinned. “Come to my room.”
‘Shouldn’t I just go home? I just completely lost control... maybe I need to be alone. I don’t even know if I’m gay,’ Micah thought.
Noah walked over to him and grasped his hand. “Come to bed with me. Stop freaking out.”
Noah led him into his bedroom which was surprisingly low-key compared to the rest of the apartment. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a king-sized bed with an expensive looking comforter and a bulky dresser. Noah peeled back the comforter and slid in. Micah climbed in after him and sought Noah’s hand under the thick cover of the comforter.
“Goodnight, Noah.”