Chapter Twenty-One

Inside, Jordan and Noah discarded their shoes and gloves by the door and then made their way upstairs, moving as quietly as they could manage and suppressing giggles all the way. As far as he knew, they were both stone cold sober, but Jordan felt drunk. Especially since Noah kept looking back at him with his eyes filled with unfiltered adoration. It made his stomach flip every single time.

Noah placed a finger over his mouth as they inched past Lucy’s room and then stopped in front of the one room in the house Jordan still had not been in, Noah’s bedroom. Noah twisted the knob and slowly pushed inward. It gave a soft creak, but nothing loud enough to wake a sleeping eight-year-old, especially not if she’d just slept through actual fireworks. Noah stepped into the room and beckoned Jordan inside.

Noah flipped the light switch and Jordan blinked against the sudden illumination. Once his eyes had adjusted, he gave the room a good once over. It was decorated very sparsely, with no art or photographs on the wall, just one picture of him and Lucy on the right nightstand. The bed was spacious and pillow-y. It looked as if Jordan could lay down in it and get completely buried within its softness. He didn’t spend too much time thinking about it though, there were other things in the room more worthy of his attention.

“Nice digs,” Jordan said, sidling up to Noah and slipping his hands into the other man’s jacket pockets. Noah hooked his fingers in Jordan’s belt loops, drawing him ever nearer.

“Nice face,” he said in response.

Jordan laughed and said, “Your comebacks need work.”

“Guess you’ll have to teach me.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Hey, Jordan,” Noah said.

“Hmm?”

“Stop talking.”

And then his mouth was on him and any snarky retort died on his lips. Kissing Noah was something that just kept getting better with time, like aged cheese or a really fine wine. The dam that he’d been holding together with chewing gum and packing tape since Christmas Eve, had broken, and now Jordan let himself be carried away. No more shame or fear or regret. Just him and Noah, entwined in an upright pile of limbs and tongues and teeth.

Eventually their kisses became more spread out and they migrated backwards toward the bed. Jordan unzipped Noah’s jacket and peeled it off him. Noah did the same and then they repeated the process with the inner layers. How did people in movies make this part look so easy and smooth? Clearly, they had never gotten busy in the dead of winter.

Finally, when they were bare enough to show skin, Jordan stepped back to admire the view. Noah was standing before him in nothing but his boxers, undershirt, and socks. He seemed a bit self-conscious; his shoulders were hunched, and his neck was bright red. He was worrying at his bottom lip and looking back at Jordan with uncertainty. Jordan wanted to kiss away every little worry line.

“God, you look gorgeous,” Jordan said. And he really did. Jordan didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it sooner. He planted a kiss at the base of Noah’s throat, making him shiver.

Noah’s arms slipped up under the back of Jordan’s undershirt before sliding down to rest against his ass. Jordan rocked his hips into Noah’s ever so slightly. He could feel Noah starting to get hard and it sent a white-hot wave of satisfaction running through him.

That is until he realized, he didn’t actually know how to have gay sex.

Like, it didn’t seem all that complicated. He knew in theory how it was supposed to go down, but what if it hurt? He didn’t want to hurt Noah, and he didn’t really want to be hurt by him either. There had to be steps they could take to keep that from happening, right? Otherwise, why would anyone bother to do this?

“I, um, I’ve never actually done this before,” Jordan admitted. “Not with a guy.”

Noah scrunched his eyebrows together.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.

Jordan nodded.

“Yes. More than anything, but um, it might be better if you took the lead since I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” Noah breathed. “But just as a heads up, I don’t have that much more experience than you do.”

The admission did make Jordan feel a tiny bit better. If their first time together was going to be awkward, at least it would be awkward for both of them.

“You can start by taking the rest of your clothes off,” Noah said.

Jordan did so slowly, teasing him with each new uncovered section of skin. And then he was standing completely bare and half hard before him. Noah licked his lips and ran his fingers from Jordan’s chest all the way to the sharp jut of his hips. Jordan exhaled sharply at the contact and let Noah push him down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

Noah sank down between Jordan’s legs. As Jordan watched with wide eyes and a fist in his mouth, Noah ran up the entire length of his cock with his tongue. Then he spent some time suckling at the tip before taking the whole thing into his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly and looked up at Jordan through hooded lashes. It felt even better than Jordan had imagined. He had to fight to keep his legs still and his voice low.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Jordan hissed between clenched teeth.

Noah pulled off him and kissed the inside of his thigh, slowly, languorously, as if there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. Jordan reached down and ran his fingers through Noah’s hair, getting it all good and messed up. Noah stopped what he was doing and let out a hushed moan. Jordan smiled and tugged on his hair gently, signaling for him to get up. Noah got back to his feet and planted another firm kiss on Jordan’s mouth before relieving himself of his remaining clothes.

To say Noah looked a lot different naked than he did dressed, was the understatement of the century. Noah’s muscles, while visible under most clothing, were even more spectacular when viewed unobstructed. His arms were like miniature foothills and his abs were expertly sculpted. He looked as though he could pick Jordan up and sling him over his shoulder if he wanted to. Jordan didn’t know why, but he found that incredibly sexy.

“Hey, you,” Jordan whispered, voice already wrecked, even though they had barely gotten started.

“Hey,” Noah replied, pushing him down into the mattress.

He used his enormous strength to grab hold of Jordan’s wrists and pin them over his head while he sucked on his right nipple. The sweet, mild-mannered Noah Andrews seemed to have been momentarily replaced with this fierce and primal version, and Jordan wasn’t complaining one bit.

“Fuck,” he moaned, unable to muffle himself without the use of his hands.

Noah released Jordan’s hands and started rolling his hips so that their hard cocks glided together.

“Shhh,” he reminded him as Jordan writhed.

Noah seemed to be enjoying this very much.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” Jordan said, finger’s desperately digging into the flesh of Noah’s back.

“You want to fuck me?” he asked.

Jordan’s blood simmered, and his cock throbbed.

“Yes,” he said again, this time barely audible over his hummingbird heartbeat.

Noah rolled off him, reaching into the nightstand for something. Jordan watched with rapt attention as he pulled out a plain bottle of lotion and squirted a healthy dollop onto his fingers. With a quick glance over at Jordan to make sure he was still onboard, Noah reached down and started teasing at his hole. He slipped in one finger and then carefully pulled it out. He added some more lotion and then repeated the process with more than one finger.

Jordan felt a little weird, as if he should be helping in some way. He reached across and started jerking Noah’s cock in long lazy strokes. Noah bucked up into Jordan’s hands and then down onto his own fingers in bliss. It was a truly mesmerizing sight to see.

“I’m ready,” Noah said after a while.

Jordan stopped his ministrations and waited for Noah to remove his slick fingers. Noah looked over at Jordan and spread his legs wide in invitation. The older man must have sensed Jordan’s nervousness, because he reached out and trailed his fingers across his arm.

“Stop worrying so much,” he told him. “Just enjoy yourself. If I really like something, I’ll let you know.”

Jordan nodded. He grabbed Noah’s thighs and drew them up with careful hands placed under his knees, bending him to a more agreeable angle. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried it sooner. With a shuddering breath he lined himself up with Noah’s hole and pushed inside.

He went slowly and carefully, searching Noah’s face for any signs of discomfort. If there were any, they were very well hidden. Noah had his eyes closed and his back arched in a shameless display of arousal.

“Jordan,” he whispered. His hands were scrambling for purchase in the crumpled sheets.

Jordan felt powerful and emboldened. He decided to take a risk.

“You want me harder, baby? Want me to ruin this little hole for you?”

Noah’s breath hitched. He didn’t dare make any obscenely loud noises with Lucy just down the hall, but he gripped Jordan’s waist and pulled him tighter.

“Yes. Fuck me,” he whispered.

Jordan gritted his teeth and ground down, screwing a bit every time their hips met. Noah thrashed and squirmed under him, his free hand gliding over Jordan’s skin, like he just couldn’t help himself. Praises and compliments fell from Jordan’s lips almost of their own accord.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so good baby. I want you to come for me.”

Noah moaned and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it in time to Jordan’s thrusts. Jordan leaned in to kiss his neck. The changing of positions was enough to do it. Noah tightened around him and dug his fingers into Jordan’s hair. A half second later he spilled all over both of their chests. Remarkably, he remained almost completely silent as he did it. The only real audible tell was his jagged and gasping breaths that were hot against Jordan’s neck.

Satisfied over having made Noah cum, he instinctively started to push away. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome. Noah whipped out his arm lightning quick to stop him.

“No,” he whispered. “Stay and finish.”

He then proceeded to grind down onto Jordan’s dick.

Now it was his turn to moan.

“Shit, Noah. Oh my God.”

“Keep fucking me, please. I want you to come inside of me.”

Jordan bit his lip and managed a few more quality thrusts before the pressure building up inside of him refused to hold itself back anymore.

"Fuck, Noah, fuck," Jordan said, burying himself deep inside and shuddering as he came.

Afterward, he collapsed against Noah’s chest and listened to the erratic thud of his lover’s heartbeat.

“Not bad, huh?” Noah teased, rubbing soothing circles into Jordan’s back.

“For a first attempt,” Jordan agreed. “That is the first of many, right?”

Noah laughed and held him tighter.

“Yes. Definitely.”

Jordan let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Good, because I liked that way too much to never do it again.”

“Agreed.”

The two of them fell into a happy, companionable silence; they were really good at those. Alas, eventually their cum started to dry and they were forced to get up and clean off. They opted to take a quick warm shower together, each of them lovingly soaping down the other.

When they were done, they toweled off, made out a little bit more and then crawled back into bed together without getting dressed. Jordan really did mean to get up and put his clothes back on at some point so that he could stumble back down to his room in the basement, but Noah was so warm beside him, his bed was so soft and he was so happy about everything that had just transpired, that it was all too easy to close his eyes and drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep.