I yawn, hugging a pillow instead of my boyfriend; he woke up way before me, but I was too tired to get up.
I check the time; 12:24 P.M.. Yeah, no wonder Noah's not here. I got a solid twelve hours of sleep.
I yawn, sitting up and dropping that pillow onto the bed beside me. I'm sweating, and I don't know if it was from my litte I'm-going-to-die episode last night, or if my bed is just hot. I take off my shirt, tossing it in the basket and standing to check the closet. I never used to touch Noah's clothes, but I am now. I take out a shirt at random. Noah loves the band "Lovejoy." I only know that one popular song that's all like, "Why can't you be a dick? Why must you be so nice?" Nothing else. I shrug and put it on. It's not much bigger than my other shirts; only a little.
I walk into the living room, no one there. I shrug and go to check the kitchen. I'm assuming Jordan's at work.
Noah is making coffee, his back to me as he mixes up the small cup. I smile and walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him with my head on his shoulder.
I hear him chuckle. "Goodmorning, sleepy boy."
"Don't call me that," I whisper.
"Why not?"
"It sounds like I'm a little kid when you do."
Noah laugh softly before turning around. He lifts me up and just, casually sits me onto the counter in front of him. "You're short like a little kid."
I smile and shake my head. "I'm barely shorter than you."
"Whatever, sleepy boy." Noah's eyes trail down to the shirt I'm wearing. "Is that my shirt?"
My smile grows. "No."
"You don't listen to Lovejoy, you little liar." Noah's hands go onto my waist, holding me close as my legs are at each side of his own waist.
"Do I?" I ask. "I actually love them. I just happen to have the same shirt.."
Noah rolls his eyes. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd be taking that shirt off you right here."
"I wouldn't mind if you took my shirt off at all."
"Oh, you wouldn't?" Noah's smile grows.
"Nope." I'm confident on that one.
"Well, aren't you such a flirt?" Noah wraps his arms around me and pulls me off the counter, adjusting me so that he can carry me with his arms under me. I wrap my arms around his neck so that I don't fall. "Y'know, hot showers help set moods for flirts like you."
I wrap my arms around him, looking at him and giving him the same eyes I always do in these situations. "Well, I wouldn't want to shower alone, now, would I?" I ask playfully with a wide smile.
Noah chuckles and kisses me before carrying me to the bathroom. He sets me down once we're in there and locks the door. "Have we ever showered together?" he asks as he takes off his shirt so casually.
Fuck.
I shake my head, suddenly feeling really damn anxious. He notices almost immediately as he tosses his shirt onto the sink. "You okay?"
I hesitate. "I hate showering."
"Why?"
"Well, I.. I, um.. Taking off my shirt is easy, but I just.." I don't know how to tell him that showers suck when you look down to see something that defines you as what you're not.
A boy.
"Oh." Noah's voice is soft, and he pauses momentarily as he understands what I'm saying. He continues, "If you don't want to shower together, I wont be upset, okay? But I want you to know that no matter what, you're my boyfriend. You are as much a guy as any other guy out there. I love you." He kisses my forehead.
I shake my head. "No, I want to," I whisper. I really do want to shower with him; I trust him.
"Are you sure?"
I nod, taking a step back as I take off my shirt, then I unbutton my jeans. We haven't been exactly naked in front of each other since the time we had sex a whole ass year ago.
Noah chuckles. "Aren't you just the bravest boy?" He laughs softly a little more before pulling me in close, his hands on my bare waist. "You're so handsome."
"Focus," I whisper, my hand on the rim of his sweatpants, "on taking your clothes off. You can be as gay as you want once we're in the shower."
He grins and rolls his eyes, taking off those sweatpants of his and the boxers underneath them as I turn over and turn on the shower, putting my hand under the water to make sure it's not too cold.. I like hot showers.
I stand back up straight and giggle. "I think that's good enough. I hope you're okay with the fact that I take scalding hot showers."
Noah chuckles, shaking his head. He pulls the curtain aside and steps in and I follow. Immediately, Noah puts his arms around my waist and he pulls me close one more time. "Now I can finally keep you close to me."
I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck as always. He kisses my neck, which is new for me, but I let him. It goes from a small little peck to biting quickly, and my body tenses up a little.
"Noah.." Instead of me saying anymore, he cuts me off.
"Is this okay?" he whispers. "I promise I know what I'm doing.
I nod. "Really okay."
Without another word, Noah continues, biting and kissing the side of my neck as I hold onto him. His hands trail down my body, pulling me as close as possible and biting my neck again. Harder.
My breathing heavies and I can't even focus on the sounds of the shower water running. Whenever Noah bites me pretty hard, he kisses the same spot immediately after.
He leans down, biting and kissing my collarbone as I hold him close. My heart is beating out of my chest
After a few more moments, he stops and pulls away, his hands cupping my face. He kisses me, which I'm a little caught off guard by at first, but I kiss him back, pulling him even closer.
We're making out in the shower.
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