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HUMAN

The room was dark except for the faint glow of the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. Liam lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, his chest still rising and falling a little too fast.

Noah was next to him. Asleep, maybe—his breath slow and even, his arm slung lazily over Liam’s stomach.

Liam didn’t dare move.

His body still hummed from what they’d done. His thighs ached faintly, his hole was sore and throbbing in a way that made him wince every time he shifted—but it wasn’t… bad. More like, constant.

All he had to do was not think about it. About how Noah had gotten him here. About what Noah had done to him.

It wasn’t like they had fucked or anything though, Noah didn’t even cum so… yeah.

It was just anatomy.

His mind wasn’t screaming anymore though. The weight of performing for Claire pressing down on his chest was sort of gone, replaced with something lighter. Less tense.

He swallowed hard, staring into the shadows, and let himself believe it for a moment. Is this it?

The reset.

Noah had promised it would work. Liam hadn’t believed him at first. But now… he almost smiled to himself.

His thoughts drifted to Claire, and his stomach tightened—not with guilt this time, but with something like hope. He could see her tomorrow. He’d be better this time. He’d be… better for her.

He shifted slightly, careful not to wake Noah, and let his gaze drift down to where Noah’s fingers still rested against his ribs.

His hands were solid and heavy, veins snaking over the backs like they were just barely tucked under skin. Strong without trying to be.

Liam stared at the ceiling again, his lips pressing into a faint, tired smile.

Maybe this was all he’d needed.

And next to him, Noah murmured something low in his sleep, his fingers flexing faintly against Liam’s side before going still again.

And Liam closed his eyes.

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The gym was loud with the usual late afternoon clatter of weights and bass-heavy playlists. Liam wiped sweat from his brow and adjusted his grip on the bar, settling into his next set.

The plates clinked as he pushed through his reps. He could feel it—the strength in his arms, the way his chest and shoulders held tighter, leaner than they used to. Even his reflection in the mirror looked different.

On the bench next to his water bottle sat one of Noah’s custom shakes. Liam glanced at it between sets, eyeing the pale, chalky liquid. Noah had shoved it into his hands earlier that day with his usual smirk.

“Down it, pretty boy.”

Liam grimaced faintly and picked it up anyway, swirling it lazily before setting it back down. Whatever was in those things… it was working.

He racked the bar and shook his arms out, scanning the room.

Noah was leaning against the front desk, talking to Ashley. She was laughing about something, her hand on her hip, her eyes bright. She looked excited—like this was her element, talking about whatever she had planned. And Noah just stood there, calm as ever, grinning at her like nothing she said could surprise him.

Liam smirked faintly despite himself, then turned back to his water bottle.

That’s when his phone buzzed.

He wiped his hand on his shorts and pulled it out, thumbing open the notification.

[NOAH: club opening tonight. ashleys got influencer tickets or smth. were going. u in]

Liam stared at the screen for a beat, then glanced back at the front desk.

Noah was still leaning there, one arm draped casually on the counter, still talking to her. But when their eyes met, Noah arched a brow at him, like he already knew exactly what his answer was going to be.

Ashley was practically bouncing now, her hands moving as she talked, clearly hyped about whatever she was pitching.

Noah said something — short, clipped. Her face dropped instantly. She puckered her lips, rolled her eyes, and sat back like someone had just deflated her. Huh.

Liam let out a quiet breath, thumb hovering over the screen for just a second before typing back:

[LIAM: yeah. im in]

Liam dropped his eyes back to his phone, the faintest curl of a smile on his lips. Maybe he’d shoot Claire a text too. See if she wanted to come along.

Not that he really needed to—if it was Ashley’s thing, Claire was probably already planning to be there. But still. It felt right. And he wanted her there.

Maybe tonight was finally the night.

The thought made his chest tighten and his pulse pick up just a little. Yeah. Maybe tonight… Finally prove to himself—and to her—that he wasn’t broken.

His gaze drifted across the gym, landing on the water cooler in the corner. It reminded him—Connor, from work, had caught him by the one in the office earlier that day.

“Hey, uh… think you could give me your buddy’s number?” Connor had said, a little too casual. “Noah, right? Guy from who planned your surprise?’

Scrolled through his phone again.

[LIAM: oh yeah btw… connor from work asked for your number today]

[NOAH: ok whatever]

[LIAM: u must have made an impression. got a fan]

Liam saw, at a distance, Noah staring down at his phone, smirk already curling at his lips.

[NOAH: WE made an impression]

[NOAH: pretty sure what he remembers is the little show you put on for them under that sheet. ure lucky he doesnt know its u]

Liam groaned.

Then dragged a hand over his face. “Fuck off,” he muttered to himself.

And by the time he got home, Claire was still buzzing in his chest. The shower steamed up the mirror as he scrubbed himself clean, his fingers lingering for a second on his reflection—on his shoulders, his chest, the faint line starting to cut down his stomach.

Clothes were already laid out on his bed: dark jeans, a slim black shirt, sneakers. He dressed quick, combing damp hair back with his fingers, the faintest edge of a smirk tugging at his mouth. His phone buzzed just as he slipped his wallet into his pocket.

[NOAH: hyped af]

Another buzz lit up his screen before he could set it down.

[CLAIRE: Excited to see you!]

That one made his fingers still.

For a second, he just stared at the two messages stacked there.

[LIAM: same] to Noah

[LIAM: me too!] to Claire

He slipped the phone into his pocket, shaking out his hands, trying to keep his head in the right place.

He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

The walk to Noah’s was quick, the quiet neighborhood already lit with warm porch lights and the faint rustle of wind through the trees.

Liam shifted the strap of his jacket higher on his shoulder and knocked twice on the front door, stepping back as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

A moment later, the door opened, and Adriana stood there in a soft cardigan and jeans, a paperback tucked under her arm. She gave him that same soft, tired smile she always did.

“Hi, Liam.”

“Hello, Mrs. Blaine,” he said, smoothing a hand over the back of his neck.

She stepped aside, holding the door open for him.

“Come on in. He’s still in the shower, but he won’t be long.”

“Thanks,” Liam murmured as he stepped past her into the warm living room, faintly scented like vanilla and laundry.

Adriana went back to the couch, curling back into her spot and picking up her book again, while Liam sank awkwardly into the armchair, pulling out his phone and scrolling idly as he waited.

Then the phone rang.

Adriana sighed softly, setting her book aside as she reached for it.

“Hello?”

Adriana balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear as she folded a little towel on her lap, glancing at Liam with that same polite little smile she’d given him when he came in. She was clearly trying to make him feel comfortable.

“Oh—hi, Denise. Yes. Well, he’s upstairs, don’t worry. No, no, we’re fine.”

Probably talking about Noah.

Liam sat stiffly on the couch, trying not to eavesdrop but with nowhere else to look, his eyes flicking back to his phone.

Adriana turned slightly away, her voice dropping.

“No, he… he deferred it. Yeah. Said he couldn’t just leave, not with everything going on with his father. You know how stubborn he is.”

A pause, and she let out a soft, breathless little laugh.

“No, I don’t think he’s even looked at it since. I keep telling him he worked too hard to just— Exactly. But he won’t listen. Says this is more important.”

A beat.

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled softly. “Under all that bravado, he’s got the biggest heart.”

Oh. Ok, not Noah then. He laughed on the inside.

“…Yeah. Well. We’re managing. Thank you for calling. Okay. Bye.”

She hung up and finally turned back to Liam, catching his awkward, slightly guilty look.

“Sorry,” she said softly, smoothing her hand over her hair. “My sister… She just likes to… check in.”

Liam forced a polite little smile, trying to fill the silence.

“…Noah mentioned he had a scholarship. For… weightlifting or something?”

That caught her off guard. She blinked at him, then nodded faintly.

“Oh. He told you? …Mmhm, it’s a fitness thing. Got it last year. A good one, too. At a university in the city.”

For a second, she kept her composure—then her jaw tightened, and the polite smile faltered. Her hands gripped the book a little too hard.

“Said he wouldn’t leave us. Not now. And—” she cut herself off, shaking her head.

She set the book down and exhaled, more to herself than to him.

“…well, George’s cancer has been hard on all of us.”

Liam blinked.

Huh???

What—

The words hit like a stone dropped in Liam’s neck. He froze, his eyes following hers as they drifted toward the ceiling—toward Noah’s room, where faint music and the shuffle of footsteps carried down.

Adriana gaze flicked back to him. She paused, her lips parting slightly as she took in the look on his face.

“…Oh. You didn’t know…”

For a second, she just stood there, closed her eyes in what looked like regret. Then she forced the faintest smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“…Excuse me.”

She slipped into the kitchen, leaving Liam sitting alone.

And that’s when it all rushed in.

—The hospital. Blood. Sirens. And then Noah’s mom:
“Your dad’s nauseous again.”

—That gym phone call with his dad.
Noah’s face drained. Walked away.

—Even last week! The receptionist and…
“He’s at the hospital.”

Fuck.

Was there more? Was he that blind?

His parentes are never home.

The job at the gym! He…

FUCK.

It wasn’t for himself.

Because he stayed.

Because he wouldn’t leave.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Liam swallowed hard, staring at the stairs.

He should’ve known.

And now, sitting here, hearing it out loud for the first time, Liam couldn’t stop seeing him in another light—every smile, every joke, every tease was just him holding up more than anyone realized.

His stomach twisted.

He felt sick.

And then he heard Noah’s voice from upstairs, calling down with a laugh:

“You ready yet, or you just gonna sit there all night looking pretty for my mom?”

Liam looked up at the stairs.

And saw him.

Completely different.

He was leaning against the banister, one hand braced casually as he grinned down at him. Dark jeans, white tee stretched just right across his chest, hair still damp from his shower. Effortless, like always.

Noah caught his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, then tilted his chin toward the door.

“Come on, princess. We’re gonna be late.”

Liam stood fast, smoothing his shirt down as he followed Noah out. Adriana’s voice trailed faintly from the kitchen and then the door shut behind them, cutting off the warm vanilla smell of the house.

Noah’s car sat at the curb, sleek and black under the streetlights. He unlocked it with a chirp, tossing Liam a look over his shoulder.

The drive was quiet at first. The faint hum of the engine and the distant beat of whatever song Noah had playing filled the silence. Liam kept his eyes on the passing streetlights, trying to calm the churn in his chest. Discretely, but not really.

“You know we’re not going to a wake, right?” Noah said, dry as hell, fingers tapping the wheel. “Fix your face before they start handing out tissues.”

Liam forced a faint smile.

“We’re going out. You’re allowed to have fun.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Noah glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, something knowing in his look, but he didn’t say anything else. Just tapped his fingers on the wheel in time with the bass.

Then, casually:

“So… your little friend texted. What’s his deal anyway?”

Liam blinked. Tried focusing.

“…Connor? What do you mean?”

Noah shrugged, eyes still on the road.

“Dunno. He’s just… been texting me weird shit. Trying to sound chill, but it’s off. Like he’s fishing or something.”

“You two close?”

Liam hesitated.

“Not really. He’s… alright. He’s just—he talks a lot.”

Noah made a vague sound in his throat, somewhere between a grunt and a laugh.

“Yeah. He seems like the type.”

He didn’t press further. Just reached forward, turned the volume up a notch, and let the beat take over again.

The club was already alive when they got there. A line of people stretched down the block, music thrumming faintly even from outside, lights flashing behind tinted windows.

Ashley was waiting just outside the ropes, dressed to kill, Liam had to admit, chatting with the bouncer like they were old friends. She spotted them and waved big, beckoning them over.

“Finally! You two take forever.”

Noah shot her a lazy grin as they came up.

“Blame Liam. He kept flirting with my mom.”

Ashley rolled her eyes and tugged at the velvet rope, nodding at the bouncer.

“Come on. You’re on my list.”

The bass hit full force the moment they stepped inside. Bright lights, warm bodies and a haze of perfume. Ashley was already dragging them deeper into the crowd, weaving expertly past clusters of dancers.

Liam’s eyes scanned automatically — and there she was. Claire.

She stood by a high table near the bar, chatting with two other girls, a drink already in her hand. When she saw him, her whole face lit up.

He managed a smile back, quick and quiet, and started toward her—but Noah’s hand brushed his arm briefly as he passed, just enough to make him glance back. Noah raised a brow at him, smirking faintly before peeling off toward the bar.

Liam swallowed hard and kept moving, letting Claire’s hopeful smile pull him forward.

The bass thudded through the floor, vibrating up through Liam’s legs as he stood by Claire near the bar. She looked gorgeous—hair loose, makeup soft but catching the light just right, her dress skimming her hips when she leaned close to talk over the music.

“You look good,” she said, smiling up at him as her fingers brushed his arm. “You’ve… been okay? Lately?”

Liam forced a smile, nodding. Of course he knew what she meant. But his eyes kept drifting past her—past the crowd—to the bar where Noah stood, already surrounded by a handful of guys from the gym and a couple girls he didn’t recognize. He was laughing at something, head tilted back just slightly, like he didn’t have a single worry.

Claire noticed his glance. Her smile tightened, but she didn’t call him on it. Just kept talking, her voice softer now.

He turned back to her, tried to focus. He nodded at the right places, even answered when she asked about his week, but he couldn’t seem to hold onto the words she was saying.

Noah was across the room, mid-conversation, laughing at something loud enough to tilt his head back. He chest-bumped some guy like they were in a locker room, grabbed a drink someone handed him without even looking, then leaned against the counter like he owned the place.

Liam looked down at his own drink and finished it in one long pull.

When Noah finally stepped back from the crowd, saying something about wanting a real drink to a dude before heading for the bar again, Liam straightened automatically.

“I’ll get it,” he said before Noah even finished talking.

Noah shot him a look over his shoulder. “You don’t have to—”

“Seriously,” Liam cut in, already moving. “I got it.”

When he came back, he handed Noah the drink without meeting his eyes. Noah took it, brow arched.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked.

Liam shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Noah stared at him for a beat, then grinned faintly. “What’s with you tonight, huh? Trying to earn brownie points?”

Ashley came back later with two drinks of her own. She held one out toward Noah, clearly for him, but Noah barely glanced at her.

“Thanks, Ash. Give it to Claire, though. Liam’s feeling generous tonight.”

Ashley blinked at Noah, her smile soured, just slightly as she handed the drink to Claire.

As she passed Liam, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear: “Don’t hurt yourself trying so hard.”

He clenched his jaw, confused, but didn’t say anything.

The music only seemed to get louder after that. Lights flashed harder, the crowd pressed closer, and Liam’s thoughts kept circling—Claire’s hopeful smile, Ashley’s sharp tone, Adriana’s voice, Noah’s bravado.

He knocked back another drink. Then another.

The burn didn’t even seem to register anymore.

At some point, he glanced up and froze.

Noah had stepped away from the group, slipping his phone back into his pocket with that faint frown he got when something was on his mind. Nobody else seemed to notice as he walked through the crowd toward the back door.

Liam waited. At first. Kept telling himself Noah would be right back.

His stomach tightened. His pulse jumped. Was it his dad?

He kept watching the door, his guts in knots, his head buzzing with booze and anxiety. The minutes dragged.

He drained what was left of his drink and set the glass down with more force than necessary. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered to Claire, not really waiting for her response before weaving through the crowd forcefully and pushing toward the exit.

He stopped just outside the door, swallowing hard as the dizziness finally caught up with him. Without the noise to drown it out, he could feel how unsteady he really was—how heavy his head felt.

Liam scanned the alley behind the club through the haze in his vision until his eyes landed on a familiar silhouette a little ways off.

Noah.

He was leaning against the wall, talking to some guy who was about their age. The guy was leaning in close, grinning, while Noah stood there with that faint smirk of his—but he looked like he was stepping back just slightly, keeping his space.

Liam’s chest squeezed tight. His mind jumped straight to the worst.

Before he could stop himself, he stormed forward, jaw tight, shoving his way between them.

“Hey. Back the fuck off!”

The guy froze, blinking at Liam in surprise. “What the—?” He glanced at Noah, clearly confused.

Noah just stared at him, eyebrows pulled together, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

“Uhh, dude??” he said, his voice low and incredulous, but sharper now. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

The other guy muttered something under his breath and slipped away, clearly uncomfortable, leaving Liam and Noah alone in the alley.

Noah stepped a little closer, his hands sliding into his pockets, eyes glinting under the streetlight.

“I don’t need your fucking help.” His voice was angry.

Liam swallowed hard, the adrenaline still buzzing under his skin. The guy was already gone, leaving just the two of them in the alley, the faint hum of the streetlamp filling the silence.

“I—” He started, then cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair. “You were… he was—”

Noah snorted faintly, shaking his head. “Faggot was hitting on me. Happens a lot.” He stepped in closer, just enough for Liam to catch the faintest whiff of Noah’s sweat. “You really think I can’t handle myself?” Noah said, low, eyes narrowing just a touch. “Fuck off.”

Liam looked down, jaw flexed in shame, but he didn’t answer.

Noah studied him for a long beat, eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure something out. Then his head tilted.

“What the fuck’s up with you?”

“What?” Liam tries to laugh it off, but it sounds weak even to him. “Why?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Noah murmurs. “You’ve been weird all night. Off. Paying for shit. Agreeable. Even for you. Now this?”

Liam forced a faint laugh, shaking his head and pulling his arm free. “Nothing. Seriously. I’m just… trying to have a good time. Isn’t that the whole point?”

Noah stared at him for another second, his expression fading into something flatter, colder, unreadable. His eyes flicked over Liam like he was cataloging every tell, every crack in the act.

Then he let out a quiet breath and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure, man.” he murmured. “Whatever.”

The words were easy, but the way he said them left no doubt he didn’t buy it for a second.

He turned toward the door, his shoulders loose, casual, like nothing had happened.

And just like that, he started back toward the club, leaving Liam standing there in the quiet alley, his heart still hammering.

Noah didn’t wait for him to catch up, just pushed back through the club’s door.

Liam followed a step behind, the bass swallowing him up again, the crowd pressing in, the lights flashing. Everything felt louder now, harsher.

Noah slipped through the bodies ahead of him, cutting an easy path back toward the table where Claire and Ashley were still waiting. He didn’t look back.

And for the first time, Noah felt… real. Not untouchable, not invincible—just a guy carrying too much and pretending he wasn’t. Human even.

Liam’s heart still hadn’t settled by the time they reached the others. Claire gave him a hopeful little smile. He tried to return it, but it felt weak even to him.

Noah leaned against the wall, arms crossed, scanning the crowd. Then he straightened and muttered, just loud enough for Liam to catch. “Gonna grab my jacket from the car. Alone.”

Before Liam could respond, Noah was already turning, disappearing back into the crowd.

Liam sat there, staring after him, the bass thudding through his ribs.

Should he tell him?

Should he just… say it?

That his mom had accidentally told him about his dad?

The words clawed at the back of his throat, but he just sat there, gripping the edge of the table, his pulse still thrumming, his chest still tight.

Liam pushed back from the table. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom,” he muttered, not waiting for a reply.

The line for the sink was a mess of people with cocktails and mirror-vanity. He sighed, stepping aside, leaning against the wall.

Then, without warning, two hands landed on his shoulders. Firm. Broad.

He stiffened—but before he could turn around, a voice low near his ear said, “Hey, you.”

The cousin.

Pressed up behind him, too close, like the crowd had forced them like that. Except it hadn’t. Not really.

Liam glanced back, clearly uncomfortable. “Oh… hey… Dylan.”

“Sorry. No room to breathe in here,” Dylan said, voice soft and unbothered, like his hands weren’t still planted on Liam’s shoulders.

Liam gave a short, polite laugh. “Guess not.”

He shifted a little—barely—just enough to try and create some space between their bodies, but Dylan didn’t move. If anything, he adjusted with him. Like they were tethered.

“Just got here, by the way,” Dylan said, conversational. “Dragged a friend along. Not really his scene, but—whatever.”

Liam nodded slowly, eyes locked on the mirror.

And then he felt it. Pressing low against his butt.

Thick. Growing.

Liam’s breath caught. For a second, he convinced himself he’d imagined it. Bodies pressed in crowded spaces—it happened. Unintentional.

But Dylan kept talking, voice low and easy against Liam’s ear. “Didn’t know Ashley was that huge. Like—almost five million followers on TikTok and Insta combined? That’s insane. I looked her up earlier.”

“…Yeah. She’s… big.” Liam managed.

Another shift. Dylan’s crotch went in harder, and it was there again—worse this time. Like it had grown while they talked. Like it was very much intentional now. Jesus—was he not even wearing underwear?

Liam swallowed hard. His face trying to stay neutral. His palms were sweating. He tried stepping forward again—the line hadn’t moved—Dylan’s body was still flush against his back.

“She could be charging a fortune,” Dylan went on, conversational like they were two friends waiting in line. “But she’s just handing that reach over to you guys. That’s generous as hell.”

Liam forced out a quiet laugh,

“Good to see you, though,” Dylan added. “You look good. Been hitting the gym harder or what?”

“Yeah. Something like that.” His mouth dry.

Dylan shifted again, but this time it wasn’t subtle. His hips rolled forward—slow, deliberate—pressing his growing hard-on against Liam’s lower back. Liam sucked in a breath, instinctively tensing, but the crowd was tight.

“Oh—shit,” Dylan muttered, leaning in. One hand splayed against the wall beside Liam’s head. The other gripped Liam’s waist, fingers splayed wide, steadying them both.

“Crowd’s insane,” he said, like he hadn’t just dry-humped Liam mid-sentence.

Liam didn’t respond. He stared hard at the mirror, cheeks flushed, trying to breathe through his nose. Dylan’s body was full-contact now. Thighs, chest, crotch—he was completely draped over him like a fucking blanket. A very muscular blanket.

Dylan adjusted his stance slightly, and his hips rolled forward again—even more intentional. There it was again. That unmistakable pressure, hot and thick through his shorts. Liam’s breath caught, and Dylan… smiled at their reflection.

“You okay?” he murmured, like he wasn’t rubbing his dick up Liam’s back.

Liam nodded stiffly. “Yeah.”

Then Dylan shifted again—his foot “accidentally” kicked Liam’s heel from behind, and he stumbled forward into him with a muffled grunt.

“Oh, fuck, sorry!” he said, both arms catching Liam tight around the waist. His hips slammed into Liam’s ass hard—too hard to be brushed off as clumsy. “Didn’t mean to—dude, people keep bumping into me.”

He didn’t move away.

Arms still around Liam’s waist, Dylan’s fingers pressed against the crease of his pelvis, just over his belt. Liam could feel his breath quicken. His arms weren’t pinned, but he couldn’t bring himself to push back.

The silence stretched.

Then—he moved. Just a fraction. A roll of his hips. Up.

And again. This time down.

He was… grinding on him? Leisurely. Like this was the most natural way two guys could wait in line for a bathroom.

And then: A big throb that made Liam’s whole body go rigid.

What the fuck.

Liam’s jaw flexed.

He waited a few more seconds, hoping the bathroom would free up. It didn’t. The pressure behind him didn’t ease. If anything, Dylan’s body felt anchored. They were touching everywhere.

That thing pressing into his ass gave another steady, deliberate throb against his ass—and it felt monstrous. Which, honestly, tracked. The guy was Noah’s cousin, after all.

Either way, Liam couldn’t pretend anymore.

“I’m—gonna head back,” Liam muttered, stepping forward hard enough to dislodge the contact. Dylan let go, slowly. No protest.

“Cool,” he said. “Catch you in a bit.”

Liam didn’t answer. He just walked back to the table, skin burning, throat tight, and absolutely sure he wasn’t imagining a thing.

He sat and Claire’s hand brushed his arm then, pulling him back. She leaned closer, smiling softly, her voice warm against his ear over the music. “Hey,” she said. “I was thinking maybe after this, we could…”

Liam blinked, forcing himself to look at her. She looked so gorgeous.

He managed a faint smile, nodding quickly, maybe a little too quick. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah—of course. That sounds… great.”

Her smile faltered just a hair—not enough to call attention to itself, but enough that he caught it. Her eyes lingered on him a beat longer.

But she didn’t press. Just squeezed his arm gently, her smile slipping back into place.

The night blurred as it wore on.

The music never let up, the crowd only got louder, and the drinks kept coming. Ashley was tipsy and glowing, Claire was flushed and smiling faintly, and Liam—Liam was drunker than he’d meant to be. Not stumbling exactly, but heavy-limbed and warm, words sticking in his throat before he could get them out.

Noah didn’t seem fazed at all though. He stood by the table, calm as ever, scanning the room every now and then.

Liam leaned against the edge of the table, his head heavy, his thoughts circling the same awful thoughts over and over.

He needed to think of something else. Anything else.

His eyes landed on Claire, flushed and smiling faintly as she laughed at something Ashley said. She looked so soft and sweet.

And before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned closer to her, his voice low over the music.

“So…You… uh… you wanna come back to mine tonight then?”

She didn’t answer right away, and when she did, her voice was gentle. Careful.

“I don’t… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said softly.

Liam blinked at her, thrown, but she didn’t elaborate. She just squeezed his hand faintly and excused herself to the bathroom.

Liam stayed there, staring at the spot she’d been.

Noah’s voice cut through the haze. “She’s probably right,” he drawled, stepping closer, one eyebrow arched.

Liam looked up at him, caught off guard. “What?”

“You’re shitfaced, dude” Noah said, smirking faintly. “You’d just fuck it up anyway, again.”

Liam opened his mouth, but Noah cut him off before he could snap back.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here. I’m tired of this place. I’ll drive you home.”

Liam swallowed hard, glancing around at the club. He nodded slowly.

Noah clapped a hand on his shoulder and started toward the exit, Liam trailing after him.

Ashley intercepted them halfway there, clearly drunk, her cheeks flushed as she grabbed at Noah’s arm.

“You’re not leaving yet,” she slurred, pouting. “Stay. Just one more.”

Noah glanced at her hand on his arm, then at her glassy eyes, and shook his head.

“Not tonight,” he said, voice low but firm. “Go have fun with someone else.”

Her lips parted like she might argue, but Noah was already pulling away.

As they reached the door, Liam caught the look Ashley shot him—sharp and angry, even through her drunken haze.

It hit him like a splash of cold water, but he still didn’t understand it. Just followed Noah out into the quiet night.

The air felt heavy, but at least it was quiet.

They didn’t speak as they walked to the car, Noah unlocking it with another chirp before sliding into the driver’s seat. Liam sank into the passenger side, quiet.

Noah drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting loose on the shifter. The streets were empty at this hour, just the occasional streetlight cutting across the dash.

It wasn’t long before Noah pulled up outside Liam’s place and shifted into park.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “Go crash. You need it.”

But Liam didn’t move. He stared at the house, his pulse loud in his ears.

“No,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “Come in. Please. I… I need to talk to you.”

Noah blinked at him, his smirk flattening into something closer to a scowl. “Dude, it’s late. You’re drunk as shit, and I gotta crash before Dylan ‘cause I swear to God I can hear that motherfucker snore through walls. Whatever it is? It can wait.”

“It can’t,” Liam cut in, sharper than he meant to. “It’s important. Please.”

Noah stared at him for another long beat before blowing out a slow breath. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re gonna regret keeping me up for bullshit.”

Liam didn’t answer. He just got out of the car, and Noah followed him up to the door, shoulders loose, hands in his pockets, but his jaw tight.

Inside, Liam shut the door behind them and stood there for a second, hands at his sides, suddenly very aware of the silence.

Noah toed off his sneakers and leaned against the wall, eyes narrowing faintly.

“Go wash your face,” he said flatly. “You look like shit.”

Liam swallowed hard, nodded, and stumbled off to the bathroom. The cold water helped—just barely. When he came back, Noah was sitting on the couch, one arm draped along the back, watching him with that quiet, unreadable stare that always made Liam feel like he was under a microscope.

Liam sat down on the opposite end of the couch. The space between them felt impossible to cross.

“So?” Noah said finally.

Liam opened his mouth… but nothing came out.

Noah tilted his head slightly, studying him. “Well?”

Liam’s throat felt tight. The words were there, clawing at him—your mom told me. About your dad. That’s why you stayed. Got the gym gig. That’s why you…

Liam wanted to help. But nothing came.

Noah leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees now, his voice dropping low. Annoyed.

“Bro. What the fuck is going on with you?”

Liam’s heart was hammering, his thoughts a mess, and suddenly—he hated himself for bringing this up. For pulling Noah in. For being so fucking transparent.

This was about Noah. Not him. He had no right to put him on the spot like that.

Shit. This was a mistake.

It was so hard to focus.

And in that awful silence, he realized he only had one way out.

At least this… he could do something. Something for him. Yeah. Help a bro out. Like they’d been doing, right? And it’d get him off the hook for the conversation he already regretted starting.

His eyes dropped to Noah’s.

And then he shifted closer. Just enough to close some of the space between them. His pulse roared in his ears, and he hated how easily his dick reacted—humiliatingly eager for where it knew this was heading.

He swallowed hard, staring at Noah’s collarbone, then lower. His hands fisted in his lap before he forced the words out, quiet, almost choked.

“Can I…uhh…?”

Noah’s brow arched faintly, but he didn’t move. “Spill it out.”

Liam’s cheeks burned, his voice barely audible now.

“Like…smell your… armpit?”

Noah blinked once, then barked out a laugh—loud. His mouth curled into a slow, knowing grin as he leaned back just slightly, his arm sliding lazily up along the back of the couch.

“Ohhh. So that’s what’s got you acting like a psycho all night,” he murmured, smirking. “You’ve been sitting on this, huh? Could’ve just asked, little buddy. Would’ve saved you the broody, jealous scene out back.”

Liam’s stomach sank, but his dick twitched anyway, and he couldn’t make himself look away.

Noah’s grin widened, and he tilted his head, his tone low and amused now.

“And that’s why you’re all bummed about Claire too, huh? I see you now. Makes sense. Poor little buddy—all worked up and no one to fuck it out of you. But you sure about that? Smells like hell after a night like this and… I skipped deodorant today.

Noah’s grin lingered, but his eyes hardened just a little, glinting in the low light. He didn’t even move his arm from the back of the couch as he spoke, voice dropping lower, lazier.

“Alright then. But if you want it I wanna hear you say it again.”

Liam swallowed, his cheeks hot.

“Go on,” Noah murmured, tilting his head. “You’re already halfway there, man. Say what you want. Out loud.”

Liam’s voice cracked when it came, barely above a whisper. “…I… I wanna smell your armpit…”

Noah’s smirk widened into something colder, more knowing. His eyes swept over him, head to toe, and he chuckled darkly.

“That’s better. See? Not so hard when you admit what you are, huh?” He finally stretched his arms over his head with a groan, exposing the damp, darkened patches under his shirt with a little flex of his biceps. “Come on then. But fair warning…” He sniffed the air, grinning faintly. “I’m not moving. Too tired. If you want it so bad, you can climb up here and take it yourself.”

Liam froze, his stomach dropping. But Noah’s eyes didn’t waver.

“What are you waiting for? Get naked. Now.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his shirt, pulling it off over his head. Then his jeans. Socks. Underwear. He stood there, bare, under Noah’s gaze—humiliated, hard already, his breath shallow.

Noah just sat there, one corner of his mouth curling. His eyes dragged over Liam’s body, unhurried, sharp and appraising.

Then he let out a faint, disapproving laugh.

“Mm. Yeah, no,” he muttered. “I don’t want your little dick rubbing all over my stomach. You got a jockstrap in this sad little place, or are you gonna make me send you out to buy one?”

Liam’s face went red as he nodded quickly. “Yeah… yeah, I do…”

Noah’s grin deepened, wolfish. “Go get it. And don’t fucking dawdle.”

Liam nearly tripped over himself getting to the bedroom. By the time he came back, jockstrap stretched tight around his hips, his dick already pressed down and straining against the pouch, Noah was waiting.

Naked now. Leaned back against the couch cushions, legs spread wide, arms draped lazily behind his head like a king on his throne. His cock stood thick and hard already, a bead of wet glistening at the tip. Liam caught the dark sheen of sweat in the hollows of his arms and felt his knees nearly buckle.

Noah’s smirk widened when he caught the look in his eyes.

“That’s better,” he drawled. “You wanna smell my pits so bad? Hop on. Let’s see how much you really want it.”

Humiliating. Degrading.

And Liam couldn’t help himself—his body moved, knees hitting the couch as he crawled onto Noah’s lap, his breath already catching at the heat and the scent and the low, dark chuckle that rumbled against his chest.

Liam climbed onto Noah’s lap, straddling him awkwardly, already flushed and breathing uneven. He planted his knees on either side of Noah’s thighs, trying to keep himself high enough that he wouldn’t actually… sit on his dick.

But Noah just stayed perfectly still, arms draped behind his head, watching him with that slow, infuriating smirk. His cock was so hard, and Liam could feel it—hot and heavy—pressing right up between his cheeks anyway. Just the head lodged right in the crack, rubbing pre cum onto his bare skin like it owned the space.

Liam bit down on a breath, determined to ignore it. He was there for something else. That was done.

Noah tilted his head lazily, catching his eye just long enough to murmur:

“Feel that? Yeah. Don’t bother trying to lift yourself out of it—I’m too big for you to clear anyway.”

Liam shivered, shame and heat pooling low in his stomach.

Then he leaned in, his breath catching as his nose finally pressed into the warm, dark hollow of Noah’s pit.

And as always:

Jesus Christ. How does it smell so good? It was stronger, wetter, than he expected. Manly. Sharp. Sweat and testosterone and something heavier underneath like his skin was laced with cocaine—sharp and salty and so fucking male it burned straight up Liam’s nose, lit up his whole brain like a switchblade.

Every drag of Noah’s pit hairs on his face made his cock twitch harder inside the jockstrap, made his stomach flip like he was snorting something off Noah’s skin. Addictive. That’s what it was. Fucking addictive. Like there was no coming back from it now.

Noah let out a low chuckle above him, one of his hands finally coming up to rest lazily on the back of Liam’s neck.

“Christ,” he muttered, his voice like gravel, watching him bury his face deeper into his arm. “You’re already gone?”

Liam didn’t even hear him. His tongue was already working now, lapping at the slick skin, his nose buried, breath coming hot and shaky as he mouthed at Noah’s pit like it was water in the desert. He couldn’t stop himself—sucking at the salt, inhaling him.

And all the while, Noah’s cock shifted against him, the thick slick head nudging between his cheeks, pressing his hole, not quite pushing but enough to make sure Liam could feel it there. Teasing him. Reminding him.

Noah’s hand squeezed the back of his neck just a little tighter and he smirked down at him, his voice low and cruel and amused all at once.

“That’s it, little buddy,” he murmured, eyes dark as he watched him lick and breathe him in like an addict. “You keep pretending you don’t want it while you ride my fucking lap anyway. Just like that.”

Liam whimpered into his pit, his shame flooding hot through his veins—and still he didn’t stop.

Liam finally tore himself from one pit, panting, dazed, and nuzzled clumsily into the other. This one was somehow even wetter, saltier, hotter—like Noah had saved the better one just for him. He buried his face deep, breathing hard, his tongue dragging over the slick skin as if he needed it to breathe.

His hips shifted without thought, and he felt it—his own cock leaking now, dampening his jock, dripping with each desperate little grind as the scent and taste filled his head. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care.

Noah’s hand slid lazily up to his chest, fingers pinching at his nipples, gentle and deliberate. Liam gasped into his pit, his whole body jolting. But Noah didn’t stop. He rolled and pinched him just right, lightly, over and over, until Liam was squirming, muffled, properly now, thighs trembling.

“Nghhhhhhmmmmmmmm.”

“That’s right,” Noah murmured, low and dark, voice curling around Liam’s fogged-up brain. His hand slid down to Liam’s thigh, fingers curling around the muscle. “Legs getting heavy, huh?”

Liam whimpered faintly, too far gone to answer, just nodded into his skin.

“Why don’t you relax your legs a little,” Noah said, voice almost kind now, though his smirk said otherwise. “There you go. Yeah… you’re tired, drunk, aren’t you? So tired. Just let me…”

And Liam felt it. The subtle shift. Noah’s hips under him, the fat head of his cock nudging up his asshole, sliding lower now that Liam had gone slack. Lining up without even asking.

“Yeah, baby,” Noah drawled, his breath warm against Liam’s temple, his fingers now teasing his nipples, sharp and cruel. “That’s it. A little lower… yeah. You’re tired. Let me help you. That’s right. There you go.”

Liam shuddered, his whole body humming with heat and shame and want. His nipples were stiff and raw under Noah’s fingers, sending jolts straight to his leaking cock and—fuck—straight to his ass. He hated himself for thinking it, but in the back of his head he heard it anyway:

Just a little more. Not like last time. Just… a little lower. The teasing in his hole felt good somehow.

And Noah felt him shift, felt him press down just a little more, and laughed softly under his breath.

Liam didn’t even realize how low he’d sunk until he felt the thick, hot crown of Noah’s cock snug against his hole—pressing, stretching, threatening. His breath hitched, thighs already shaking as the blunt head flattened into him, relentless. And still his body kept going—greedy, helpless, like it wanted to split itself open just to feel more of him.

And then—

The plump head slipped inside.

Not gracefully. Or gently. But with a sudden, obscene little pop that made Liam’s whole body seize, his hips jerking upward like he could somehow escape the pressure already seated deep inside him.

“Ah—fuck—!” he choked out, the noise strangled and high, his fingers clawing at Noah’s shoulders. His chest rose and fell in panicked little bursts, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

But Noah just cooed at him softly, fingers still rolling his nipple in that cruel, perfect way, the other hand sliding up to cradle the back of his neck.

“Shhh. Hey. Easy now,” Noah murmured, calm and deliberate, like he was taming a spooked horse. “You’re alright. It’s just me. Breathe, little buddy. There you go… that’s it. Good boy.”

Liam whimpered against his chest, his body locking up tight as the head finally wedged in, the burn sharp enough to make his breath hitch.

“I know, baby,” Noah soothed, his voice dark but gentle, his lips ghosting over the side of Liam’s jaw. “I know it stings. It’s a thick cock. Let me in, baby girl, that’s it… You gotta relax, okay?”

Liam’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting around a shaky moan. The heat of it, the stretch, the weight of Noah’s palm steady on his neck—everything conspired to keep him pressed right there, trembling but obedient, letting himself adjust. His breath hitched again and without even thinking, Liam’s hand shot up, clutching Noah’s wrist and pushing it away.

“No…” he breathed, shaky and faint. His head dipped low, almost hiding against Noah’s neck. “Please…not that.”

Noah stilled, his smirk faint but undeniable.

“…Not that?” he murmured, like he was humoring him. His free hand slid to the back of Liam’s neck again, fingers splaying wide in that possessive, steady hold. “You sure about that, little buddy? Hm?”

Liam didn’t answer—didn’t even open his eyes. His body betrayed him instead, his cock pressing hot and wet against the jock, his hips tilting forward almost unconsciously.

Noah huffed a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough to murmur against his ear.

“You know two resets are better than one, right? You know that. First one softens you up… second one? Second one’ll have you seein’ stars.” He rasped, low and amused. His fingers found Liam’s nipple again, a little firmer this time, a little more deliberate.

Liam whimpered weakly, his grip on Noah’s wrist faltering even as he shook his head.

“Ohh, listen to you,” Noah crooned, all teasing affection, his lips ghosting over Liam’s temple now. “Sayin’ no while your body’s beggin’ me to keep goin’. Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t lie to me now. Feels so good when I play with you like this. When I make you shake. When I make you stop thinking.”

His thumb and forefinger pinched just the slightest bit harder, drawing a strangled sound from Liam’s throat, his hips sinking another desperate inch despite himself.

“That’s it,” Noah purred, smug and sweet all at once. “That’s my good boy. Don’t you worry—I got you. Always got you.”

Liam’s grip on Noah’s wrist faltered completely, falling back to Noah’s chest as another sharp burn made his thighs lock up tight. He felt himself sink another fraction of an inch down Noah’s cock, and it sent a bolt of something hot and terrifying right through him.

His breath came shallow and shaky as his mind tried to keep pace with his body.

This is so wrong. It’s too much. I can’t—I shouldn’t… it’s too big. Fuck. I don’t… I don’t want this. I don’t!

But his body betrayed him at every turn. His hips pressed down on instinct, chasing the feeling. He could feel how wet he was already, the stretch making his stomach flip and his chest feel tight in that humiliating, addictive way. Every nerve screamed at him to stop—but every part of him wanted to keep going.

He bit his lip, chest heaving, his fingers curling against Noah’s neck muscles.

And then—barely audible—Liam whispered, “…condom.”

Noah paused like he hadn’t heard it right. Then tilted his head a little, brows pulling together in mock concern.

“Dude,” soft, almost confused, “why are you so hung up on that shit?”

Liam opened his mouth, still dazed, then shut it. Noah waited half a second and then leaned in, voice low but amused.

“Wait—hold up.” His expression twisted, like Liam had just said something gross. “You’re saying this is sex?”

“…No.”

“Right. So…” He leaned in again, breath warm. “You usually glove up when you’re not fucking?”

Liam’s face went red.

Noah gave a soft huff, half-laughing through his nose. “Bro, we’re not fucking. I’m not a fag.”

“I know, but—”

“No, seriously.” He brought a hand up, tapping lightly against Liam’s forehead like he was helping him think. “You always use condoms when you’re not having sex? Is that a thing now?”

Liam didn’t respond. His breath was shaky.

“Plus, I already told you…” His voice was low and dark, soothing and cruel at the same time. “You feel that? How wet your pussy is? My prefuck’s lubing your insides. Feels good, doesn’t it? Bare feels better. Always better. You don’t wanna hurt, do you?”

Liam whimpered into his neck, his thighs trembling harder, his hips tilting down instinctively.

“Fuck, man I—”

“That’s it,” Noah murmured, his breath warm against Liam’s ear now. “That’s my girl. Just let me in. Trust me… you don’t wanna stop now. Not when it’s already this good. Do you?”

Liam shook his head weakly, his hands clutching Noah’s shoulders as he sank just a little more, his body finally giving up the fight.

Noah chuckled low, his palm steady at the back of Liam’s neck, his other hand sliding to grip his hip and guide him the rest of the way down.

“That’s what I thought,” he purred, his voice dripping with quiet triumph. “Good boy. Take it. Just like that…”

Noah’s hands tightened on his hips as Liam tried—weakly, instinctively—to rise back up off of him, his thighs trembling, his chest heaving.

“N-No—wait, I—” Liam stammered, his breath breaking into something high and panicked as another inch sank in. “Noah—too much, it’s—oh my God—I can’t—”

But Noah was already there, calm and immovable, his palm sliding up the back of Liam’s neck, forcing him down, fingers threading into his hair to keep him still.

“Hey. Hey. Little buddy,” Noah crooned, his voice soft, sweet, patronizing. “You’re fine. No need to run, baby. I got you. Just let it happen, yeah?”

Liam’s fingers clawed at Noah’s shoulders, his hips still twitching as he tried to lift himself, but Noah’s grip only grew firmer, manly—anchoring him down with a quiet authority that made Liam shiver. Noah slammed up in one brutal thrust, burying himself halfway before Liam could even breathe.

“Ohhhhhh— NOAH! I—I can’t—NOAH, LET ME—”

“Tsk. So fucking dramatic,” Noah murmured instead, ignoring the weak protest completely as he eased Liam’s hips lower, unapologetic, another inch sinking in, making Liam cry out, his thighs locking tight. “All you gotta do is open up. Can you chill, for fuck’s sake?”

Liam whimpered again, his hips stuttering before finally sinking all the way down—his ass lips flush against Noah’s thighs now, fully seated, the stretch making his vision blur and his breath come in ragged, desperate sobs.

“—OH FUCK—I’M—NGH”

“Thaaaaaat’s it,” Noah murmured, his thumb stroking the back of Liam’s neck as he held him still, quiet and gentle as ever. “All the way in. Good boy. Shhh… no more fightin’ me now. Feel’s so good, baby. Fuck.”

Liam moaned helplessly into his neck, his fingers gripping Noah’s trapezius like he’d drown without it.

“God… Goddammit, Noah… I—fuck—you—”

Noah just smiled faintly, his lips brushing Liam’s temple, his voice soft as honey.

“It’s so big, right? But you can do this… Just be still now. Rawdogging you feels so amazing, baby girl.”

Liam stayed there, impaled and trembling, the stretch deep and unrelenting, his breath catching on every little twitch of Noah’s hips beneath him.

It hurt. Not unbearable—but sharp enough to make his fingers claw uselessly at Noah’s chest, his thighs shaking like they couldn’t hold him up anymore.

“You’re okay. Relax,” Noah murmured, smiling at Liam, calm as ever, almost sweet. “Don’t think. Just let go.”

Liam whimpered but his body… listened. Almost against his will, the tension in his thighs eased, his hips sinking just a little more as his chest heaved. Through the pain, a strange, electric pleasure started to bleed in around the edges.

“That’s it…” Noah cooed, lips ghosting over his temple. “Good girl. Let me have it. Give it to me.”

And then—

Liam gasped, loud and sharp, his whole body locking up again as he felt something give. The head of Noah’s thick cock pushed past a second tight ring inside him, and the stretch flared white-hot, shocking and unbearable and yet—

“OH FUCK—DUDEEEE—WHAT—WHAT WAS” Liam cried out, his hands scrambling at Noah’s shoulders as his hips jerked forward and back all at once. “I—OH GOD—WHAT THE FFFFF—”

Noah threw his head back and laughed—an actual laugh, warm and full, loud, even as he held Liam still with one firm hand at his hip.

“Ohhh, baby girl…” Noah’s voice was low and fond now. “You felt that? That was your second pussy. Took me all the way. No going back for you anymore.”

Liam’s breath came in wet, shuddering sobs, his eyes wide, his body still caught between panic and surrender—his insides clenched like they’d been split open and kissed all at once. He could feel the blunt pressure of Noah’s cockhead nudging something deep, obscene, like it was tapping at the bottom of his fucking stomach.

“I—” Liam stammered. “It—hurt—but it—fuck—it—fuck—oh my God—”

Noah’s grin widened, his thumb stroking over Liam’s hip as he held him there, proud and possessive.

He leaned in, pressed his lips to Liam’s ear, and murmured through his grin:

“Feels good when I’m inside you, don’t it? It’s sucking me in so good.”

And Liam couldn’t stop the strangled little moan that broke out of him at that—half pleasure, half disbelief, all Noah.

Liam was still seated fully on Noah’s lap, his breath coming in shaky little bursts, his body feeling stretched and raw and full in a way he couldn’t even describe.

Noah’s hands slid down to his ass, fingers spreading him just slightly, feeling the way Liam’s cheeks fit perfectly in his palms.

“Mm,” Noah hummed, smirking faintly as his thumbs smoothed over the soft skin. “Damn. Still so smooth…”

Liam swallowed hard, his hands clutching at Noah’s body unable to look at him. It felt so fucking amazing. Why??

But then Noah’s fingers stilled, his thumbs pressing just slightly into the dimples at the top of Liam’s ass as he tilted his head, catching Liam’s gaze with that sharp, knowing smile.

His eyes burned into Liam’s as he said it:

“So…” His voice dropped, soft and mocking. “Be honest, little buddy. Feels better without the rubber, doesn’t it?”

Liam’s breath hitched, his face going hot as his lips parted—but no words came out.

But yeah… It did. God it fucking did.

Noah’s grin widened, smug and sweet all at once as he leaned in closer, his nose brushing Liam’s cheek.

“See?” he whispered, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Told you you’d like being pumped full of precum.”

He gave Liam’s smooth ass one last squeeze before letting his hands settle low on his hips again, holding him there. And started thrusting.

It was all he could feel—him. Every ridge, every vein, thick and hot, dragging against his ass walls on every slow thrust like his insides were being molded to fit Noah perfectly. The warmth of him was unbearable, searing, deep, making his whole body feel feverish from the inside out. Every time Noah pushed in and out of his second hole he jolted and melted and moaned.

The friction was maddening. That faint, slick drag as Noah’s cock slid over that spot, over and over, sparking sharp little spasms of heat that made his thighs shake and his mind go white. It didn’t even feel like himself anymore—just a body, a tight little hole for Noah to stretch and use, helpless to do anything but take it.

It was getting harder and harder to think.

Liam’s head felt foggy, heavy, like the warmth inside him was creeping up through his chest and into his brain. Every slow thrust left him clenching and shaking, his whole body strung out and desperate, his mouth hanging open, started to drool, around breathless little sounds he couldn’t even control.

He wanted to stop thinking.

He wanted to just let himself go—to let his eyes roll back, let his body take over, let the heat swallow him whole until he didn’t have to feel anything but Noah inside him. Fuck.

And Noah noticed.

Obviously.

The next thrust stopped dead, and Liam let out a confused little whine at the sudden stillness.

Noah’s hand came up to grip his jaw, tilting his face up to meet that sharp, knowing stare.

“Ohhh no,” Noah drawled, his tone dropping into something halfway between scolding and mocking. “Don’t you dare drift on me, little buddy. Don’t you dare get all dick-drunk on me like last time.”

Liam blinked up at him, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide.

“You think I can’t see it? Hm?” Noah pressed, his thumb stroking along Liam’s cheek almost tenderly even as his tone hardened. “You’re trying to check out. I said this was training, didn’t I? This isn’t fucking. You think training means sittin’ there like some dumb little hole, moanin’ while I do all the work?”

Liam whimpered, his hands clutching at Noah’s shoulders like he didn’t know whether to lean into the touch or squirm away.

“You gotta stay present,” Noah continued, his smirk deepening even as he gave Liam’s hips a little roll just to make his breath catch again. “You think this is just about takin’ it? Nah. It’s about learnin’. Resets don’t mean shit if you don’t practice holding on to your nut, bro. What good’s a guy who can’t even stay lucid long enough to edge properly, huh?”

Liam groaned, his head tipping forward against Noah’s chest as his thighs trembled.

“Dude…it’s… hard…” he muttered weakly. “I don’t… know why…”

Noah chuckled low and leaned in, lips ghosting over his ear.

“‘Cause you’re getting your pussy worked by a real man’s cock, baby,” he teased, his voice a little sing-song now. “It’s just nature doing its thing. But you better not blow yet. You better stay right here with me. Don’t you dare get all stupid and lose focus.”

But then—because of course Noah would—he shifted his hips just slightly, letting the thick slick head drag right over Liam’s second entrance, hard enough to make Liam’s hips jolt.

Liam gasped, his nails digging into Noah’s shoulders as his breath caught hard in his throat.

“Ohhh, easyyy,” Noah cooed, tilting his head to press a kiss to Liam’s flushed cheek. “You’re shakin’, losin’ yourself already. Stop.”

And then—he whispered against his ear:

“This isn’t sex, right? You shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.”

And then another slow, deliberate thrust made Liam moan anyway, his mind flickering and wavering like a candle in the wind as he tried—tried—to hold on.

“Ohhhnnnnnnnnnn— then stop it!! Fuck fuck fuck!”

Liam’s whole body was trembling now, his breath coming in shallow, broken gasps. He was trying—really trying—to hold on.

But every slow thrust made his mind fog a little more. Every time Noah’s cock dragged over his anal walls, it was like a white-hot jolt up his spine, and his vision went blurry around the edges.

Noah’s hand stayed cupped under his chin, keeping his gaze up and locked on his unfocused eyes.

“You better not,” Noah murmured, soft and scolding all at once. “Look at me, little buddy. You better not check out on my dick.”

Liam whimpered, his hips jerking down involuntarily as another long thrust filled him to the hilt, making his eyes flutter shut. It was like Noah’s dick was jerking his asshole off, somehow.

“Uh-uh,” Noah said immediately, his tone snapping sharp like a slap. “Eyes open. Stay with me. This is exercise, remember? You’re supposed to practice. Learn. Fucking control yourself.”

Liam’s lips parted like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a shaky slutty moan as his whole body clenched and a wave of heat rippled through his belly.

Noah leaned in closer, his breath warm against Liam’s cheek, his fingers pressing just a little harder under his jaw to keep him still.

“You look pathetic, Liam,” he crooned, his voice dipping low and mocking, even as his other hand slid down to squeeze Liam’s ass hard. “Tryin’ so hard to stay awake in that pretty little head of yours, huh? But my big cock is making you lose it anyway.”

He rocked his hips just right, slow and grinding, and Liam let out a helpless cry, his thighs locking tight around Noah’s hips.

“Yooooooo— What… is that—is your brain leaking from your ears?” Noah gasped in a mock horror, eyes wide like he was witnessing a tragedy. Then he laughed, slow and low, dripping with syrupy cruelty. “Tsk. Look at you. You’re so weak.”

Liam groaned, his head lolling forward against Noah’s chest as his body rocked with every thrust.

“I—I CAN’T—Please.” he gasped weakly, his words slurring a little as another bolt of pleasure lanced through him. “I don’t… know how!”

“You can’t?” Noah mocked gently, his thumb brushing over Liam’s bottom lip. “Sure you can. I know you can. You just don’t wanna. You wanna act like a retard and get needy and slutty and let me fuck the thoughts right outta your head. Don’t you?”

Liam whimpered, his eyes fluttering open just enough to meet Noah’s, wide and glassy.

“Fuck, dude— I… Can I? Just once??” Liam’s voice broke, low and trembling, like he was begging for something filthy and sacred all at once. He felt so dirty saying those words.

“Ohhh,” Noah was grinning now, his voice almost sing-song with his victory. “There he is. There’s my little loser gooner. My brainless baby girl.”

He gave Liam’s ass another squeeze, then grabbed his hips and started working him like a toy—lifting him just enough to pull out before slamming him back down on his swollen throbbing cock, making Liam sob and whine for every brutal inch.

“That’s it,” Noah whispered against his ear, smug and fond all at once. “Go on then. Lose your mind. I’ll just have to train you harder next time.”

Ohh, thank you. Fucking thank you.

Liam was squirming now, really squirming—hips jerking and twisting uselessly in Noah’s grip as Noah kept slamming him down, making him take every brutal inch. His hands clawed at Noah’s shoulders, then his chest, then the couch cushions like he didn’t even know what he was reaching for anymore.

“F—fuck—oh my God——holy shiiiiiiiIIIIIIITTTTTTT—” he babbled, his voice breaking high and pathetic with every bounce. “Too much—oh fuck, it’s—ah—ohhh—is—I—fuck—FFFFFFFF”

Noah just chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on Liam’s hips as he drove him down even harder, leaning close to murmur against his cheek.

“C’mon, little buddy. Let it happen. Lose it for me. You don’t gotta think anymore. Just nut on another dude’s cock. Get stupid on it. Give in.” Noah rasped, his tone dripping with smug cruelty.

Liam’s head tipped back, his mouth falling open around a strangled cry as another hard thrust sent him lurching forward, his thighs quaking.

“Ohh fuuuuck—fuck you, N—oh my God, it’s—MHHHHMMMMMMM”

“DUDE, do you hear that? Your pussy lips are fucking dripping around me.”

And he wasn’t wrong—the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of Liam’s stretched hole was lewd, wet, shameless. Every time he pushed in, the mess squelched softly between them, slick and obscene.

And the smell of Noah was overwhelming.

Liam whimpered, his words starting to blur now, his whole body jerking and clenching as his mind threatened to go white.

“—holy fuck holy fuck holy fuuuuck—”

Liam kept squirming, babbling, shaking all over as his voice cracked and his hips rocked helplessly against Noah’s punishing rhythm.

But Noah’s rhythm slowed.

Then stopped completely.

Liam gasped at the sudden stillness, his whole body tingling, his thighs trembling as his hole fluttered helplessly around Noah’s cock, asshole touching his damp pubes. He tried to catch his breath, but the heat inside him only kept climbing, kept screaming at him to move, to do something, to make Noah keep going.

But Noah just sat there, calm and still, one hand rubbing slow circles into Liam’s hip like they weren’t both strung out and shaking.

Liam blinked up at him, confused and almost scared, his fingers tightening on Noah’s shoulders. Ashamed to even ask.

“Wha…” His voice cracked. “Why… why’d you stop?”

Noah tilted his head slightly, his expression cool but faintly amused, like he was talking to a child who’d just asked a stupid question.

“‘Cause if I don’t,” Noah said simply, his hands still steady on Liam’s hips, “I’m gonna nut. And we’re not, y’know… fuckin’. So we should stop.”

Liam froze.

The words hit his chest like a punch, his stomach twisting into a knot as shame and need tangled together so tight he thought he might choke on it.

His body ached, his skin tingling, his hole still clenching around Noah’s cock like it didn’t want to let him go. His dick leaking desperately inside his jock. Every part of him screamed don’t stop, screamed please, screamed I don’t care, just keep… going.

He didn’t want Noah to cum inside him—God, no, that was too much, too far—That wasn’t a part of the reset.

But somehow the stillness was worse.

The silence.

The absence of movement. Of stimulus.

His body ached for more, for anything.

His jaw worked uselessly for a second, his hands trembling where they clung to Noah’s neck again.

“…yeah,” he managed weakly, his voice small and strangled. “…okay.”

But Liam was sure Noah could see it. He could feel it. The way Liam’s hips still squirmed just slightly against him, his chest still heaving, his hole still squeezing and relaxing around him like his body was trying to drag him back in even as his mouth said “okay.”

Noah smirked faintly, his thumb brushing slow over the soft, damp skin of Liam’s hip as he looked down at him.

“You’re torn up about it, huh?” Noah murmured, his voice low and mocking. “You don’t want me to cum in you, but you don’t want me to stop either. Poor little thing.”

Liam bit his lip hard, his breath catching as his whole body twitched in Noah’s lap, his cheeks burning.

Noah chuckled softly.

“Well,” he said, smug and sweet all at once. “Can’t have it both ways, little buddy. But damn if you aren’t tryin’.”

And Noah just stayed there, cock still buried deep, throbbing, watching every little flinch and squirm and silent plea Liam couldn’t quite say out loud.

Noah stayed still for a long moment, just watching him, smirking faintly at every little tremble and squirm Liam couldn’t suppress. His hands squeezed Liam’s hips, keeping him seated on his cock, buried to the hilt, stretched full and aching.

Then, slowly, Noah’s hands slid up over Liam’s sides, his thumbs grazing his nipples in passing, before pinching them between his fingers.

Liam gasped sharply, his back arching just slightly as heat shot through him.

Noah chuckled darkly, leaning close.

“You know,” he murmured, soft and cruel, “I could do that for you. Let you cum, reset again. If you can take it just like this. If you can use your pussy right, cum, staying still.”

Liam’s eyes widened, his chest heaving.

“But here’s the deal, little buddy,” Noah continued, giving his nipple a light roll that made Liam whimper. “You move? Even a little? I might cum in you. So you stay completely still. You move and it’s like saying you want my load. You hear me?”

Liam swallowed hard, biting his lip as he nodded faintly.

“Good boy,” Noah purred, smirking. “Now… don’t move.”

And then his fingers started teasing Liam’s nipples in earnest, slow and relentless, twisting and tugging just right, sending sparks of sharp, unbearable pleasure shooting straight through him.

Liam’s breath broke into desperate little gasps as his thighs tensed, his hips twitching despite himself.

Noah’s smirk deepened.

“Dude,” he murmured, low. “You’re moving. Stop.”

Liam whimpered, his hands clutching at Noah’s collarbone.

Noah started over and then:

“Hey,” Noah said, sharper now, his fingers pinching harder. “You’re still moving. That what you want? Hm? You want me to cum in you?”

“No! I… please—don’t!” Liam whined, his voice breaking as another jolt of pleasure wrecked through him.

“Then stop fucking moving dumbass,” Noah shot back, his tone darkly amused as his thumbs rolled his nipples again, harder now.

Liam’s thighs locked up, his hips jerking down against Noah’s cock despite everything.

More time passed.

“Ohhh dude…” Noah chuckled, shaking his head with mock disappointment. “You’re really bad at this game, huh? Do you want me to fill you up?”

And finally—Liam snapped.

It was too much. Too good.

His hands clawed at Noah’s shoulders, his face flushed and wet and desperate as he finally cried out:

“OHHH FUCK IT, DUDE, JUST—DO IT—SHIT FUCK—I DON’T CARE—I JUST WANNA CUMM!”

But Noah stilled again, his hands heavy on Liam’s hips, just holding him there as the words hung in the air. Like he was savoring them.

Then his smirk spread slow and wide, sharp and knowing, his voice dropping into that low, sweet, mocking tone that made Liam’s stomach flip.

“…I don’t know, man,” Noah murmured, almost like he was considering it. “You don’t care? That’s not what I asked. You wanna cum, sure—but do you even know what you’re asking me to do to you?”

Liam couldn’t believe it. After everything—after exploding, humiliating himself, saying what Noah wanted to hear, letting himself break right there in his lap, stuffed with his hard throbbing cock—he still needed more? His stomach twisted with equal parts shame and need, and it hit him all at once how hopelessly, stupidly far gone he was. He hated how much he wanted to keep trying, even as Noah just sat there, smirking, waiting for him to give him even more.

“Dude. C’mon,” Noah crooned, leaning in, his lips brushing Liam’s jaw as he spoke low and sweet. “You’re not saying it ‘cause you’re ashamed, huh? But chill. Don’t overthink it. It’s just semen, right?”

He smirked against Liam’s skin, his hands giving his hips a squeeze as he murmured, calm as ever: “I’ll just… ejaculate in you. That’s it, bro. No big deal.”

Liam’s breath came out in a strangled gasp, his whole body shaking as his mind warred with his body.

“Reset rules say you can’t use your little dick. So it makes sense that you want me to fill you up with cum… Fuck it deep into you? Cause that’s the only way you can nut.”

Noah smirked against his cheek, his voice dropping even softer.

“Just… Say it. Tell me you want me to ejaculate in your pussy. That you want it so bad you’ll let me ruin you forever. Otherwise?” He tightened his grip on Liam’s hips, keeping him pinned still, just enough to make his body ache for more. “You’re not cumming.”

Liam’s chest heaved, his head spinning, his jaw tight like he was about to spit another protest—but then something in him just… snapped.

He breathed out in defeat.

“Fine!” he hissed out between his teeth, his voice breaking as his fingers clutched uselessly at Noah’s shoulders. “Fucking fine—cum in me—just do it, please I’m asking, just—just make me cum, please, man—”

“Cum in you?” Noah murmured, tilting his head, his smirk curling cruel and sweet. “Where?”

Liam groaned, his fingers digging into Noah’s shoulders, his head shaking frantically.

“Come on, maaaan, please—don’t—”

Noah chuckled darkly, giving his hips a sharp little roll that made Liam gasp.

“Say it.”

Liam’s head shot up, his face flushed and humiliated, his voice cracking as he practically growled:

“I HATE THAT WORD—”

Noah’s grin widened, all teeth now, his fingers gripping Liam’s hips tighter as he leaned in, voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp right against his ear.

“I don’t fuckin’ care, dude. You wanna cum? You say it. You want me to fill you up? You tell me where you want it. Or you get nothin’.”

Liam whined as he felt Noah’s cock throb inside his asshole, his thighs trembling, his chest heaving, his whole body betraying him as his breath came out in desperate little sobs.

Noah just sat there, waiting, patient and smug, his cock still buried deep, his thumbs stroking slow circles into Liam’s skin like he wasn’t ruining him psychologically.

“FUCK!!!” Liam paused. Humiliated. “… in my pussy—just fucking cum in my pussy, ok?!”

The words hung there, raw and desperate and filthy, and Noah just… lit up.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes glittering as he leaned in close.

“Of course, baby,” Noah crooned, his voice all sweet victory and smug affection. “Imma make you feel so good.”

He gave Liam’s hips an approving squeeze, his thumb brushing almost tenderly over the slick skin there before he finally—finally—started to move again.

But it wasn’t frantic. Not even close.

Noah set a cruel, deliberate pace, his hips rolling slow and deep, dragging every thick inch out before pushing back in just as slowly, making Liam feel every ridge, every vein, stretching him all over again on every stroke.

Liam whimpered, his body jolting each time Noah bottomed out on his second hole, his breath coming in shaky gasps as his fingers clutched at Noah’s shoulders like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Good, huh?” Noah murmured, leaning in just enough for Liam to feel his breath against his ear.

Then the angle changed—Noah tilting his hips just slightly on the next stroke, and Liam saw stars.

“Ah—oh ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuck—”

“Yeah,” Noah chuckled softly, his smirk pressed against the side of Liam’s neck. “Right there. Every fuckin’ time.”

And he kept it going, long, unrelenting, purposeful thrusts, keeping Liam right at that perfect edge, letting him feel it all while his mind blurred and his body started to slump forward, chest heaving, lips parted around helpless little whimpers.

“You’re losin’ it again, huh?” Noah teased, his tone soft and mocking. “Your eyes look crazy, what the fuck.”

Liam let out a broken sound, his forehead pressing to Noah’s shoulder as his thighs trembled harder with every slow, devastating stroke.

And then Noah’s voice cut through the haze—low, calm, knowing.

“You close?”

Liam whimpered, his head dipping down against Noah’s shoulder, trying to pretend he didn’t hear. Fuck, he was close. So close.

But Noah’s hand came up to his chin, fingers gripping tight and tilting his flushed face up to meet his eyes.

“I said—” Noah rasped, his tone hardening just enough to make Liam flinch. “You close?”

Liam swallowed hard, his lips parting around a strangled sound, his pride and shame colliding in his chest.

“I—” he stammered, but Noah’s grip tightened, his thumb pressing against his jaw in warning.

“Say it,” Noah ordered, his eyes burning into him. “Tell me. You gonna cum from your pussy?”

Liam’s breath hitched hard, his whole body jerking as another slow grind sent his mind blank for a second.

“Yes—fuck—” he gasped finally, his voice breaking as his thighs shook harder. “Yes—I’m close—God—”

And the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

“I—I feel so full—can’t—can’t even think—feels too good—oh my God—feels so good—Thank you.”

Noah laughed, sharp and cruel and pleased all at once, his fingers stroking along Liam’s cheek almost fondly now.

And then, “You gonna let me finish what I started when I dripped on you that first day?”

Liam blinked, his foggy brain catching on the words, confused for a moment. He could barely even process what Noah meant—what first day? Dripped?— He just needed to cum… He was close! Please, just don’t stop…

“Please—don’t stop!”

The words ripped out of Liam before he could even think, raw and desperate. Even he couldn’t believe he’d actually said it—out loud, like some needy little loser—but the second they left his mouth, he knew they were true. Every nerve screamed for Noah to keep going, no matter what. God he really felt fucking pathetic. He felt so full. So happy.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, his hips giving a teasing little grind that made Liam shiver all over. “I’m not stopping.”

His hands squeezed Liam’s hips hard, possessive, keeping him perfectly in place as his breath came hot and uneven against Liam’s ear.

“Gonna nut so deep in you” Noah rasped, his smirk curling wider. “Me first and then you can orgasm like a girl.”

Liam groaned, his whole body jolting at the words, his head lolling forward onto Noah’s shoulder.

Noah’s hips started to pick up pace.

The slow, teasing grind gave way to something sharper, rougher, more relentless—his slick cock gliding deep inside his second hole again, quick, brutal strokes that made Liam cry out every time it hit just right. Noah’s fingers dug into his hips, dragging him down harder, his breath hot and ragged against Liam’s ear now. He’d never seen Noah like that before—out of control, raw.

“Fuck—yeeeeeah—just like that,” Noah groaned, his voice cracking into a low, feral growl as his rhythm built. “Feel that? Fuckin’—milking me—like you were made for it. You feel so good, baby girl—so fuckin’ good—ohhh.”

Liam’s nails clawed at his shoulders, his whole body jerking and trembling as he kept sitting on Noah’s cock and choked on helpless little whimpers, his thighs quaking with the effort of holding himself back.

Noah’s voice got louder, rougher, more unhinged with every thrust, filling the air with hot, filthy praise and humiliation all tangled up together.

“That’s it—fuck yeah—take it—I’m gonna cum—I’M GONNA CUM—you’re gonna take my load like a champ, aren’t you? Say it—say you want it—say you want my load—”

Liam could barely manage a broken, breathless “yes—please—nghhhhhhh—fuck—” before Noah’s rhythm stuttered, his grip on Liam’s hips going iron-tight. “…Fill me up— oh FUCK fuck!”

And then it happened—Noah slammed in deep one last time, burying himself until his pubes kissed Liam’s cheeks, as his cock pulsed hard inside that second hole he forced open. Liam could feel the cock head throb the warm cum inside him.

“Hoooly SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!” Noah groaned low, his voice cracking with release, his hips giving one more desperate grind as his cum kept spilling deep inside Liam, hot and heavy, thick even. Noah’s breath hit his ear, hot and ragged, as his hands gripped Liam’s hips tighter, tilting him just enough—just the right angle—until the thick head of his cock ground hard against that sweet, raw spot inside Liam that made his vision spark white. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

“I’m knocking you up, baby girl,” Noah growled low, his smirk curling against Liam’s cheek as he gave one more sharp, perfect thrust, hitting it dead-on. “You can let go now. Nut on my cock.”

Noah pushed him down on his cock.

And that was that.

“Aaahh—nghhhhh—FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

His whole body arched, his mind finally snapping as he came hard, his cock twitching and spilling untouched on the soaked jock between them, his breath catching on a raw, broken moan.

His thighs trembled as he clung to Noah like he’d fall apart without him, riding the wave of disgusting pleasure out as Noah held him steady, hips still giving a few slow, shallow thrusts to work them both through it.

“Oh my god—oh my g—ohhhh shit—I’m cumming, ahhh, I’m cumming I’m cumming,” Liam babbled, his voice breaking into a high, desperate moan. “Hggmmmmmmmmm ffffffffffuckkkkkkk.”

He could feel himself clenching down hard around Noah’s cock—his body gripping him like it didn’t know how to let go, like it was trying to milk every last drop out of Noah. He could feel it happening—the cock throbbing and twitching inside him, thick spurts filling him over and over.

It even felt like getting knocked up. His own body answered by chasing that last bit of friction, his cock jerking untouched as he came harder.

“God god god god— ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh—” His words dissolved into helpless sounds as the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him trembling and breathless in Noah’s lap. He could feel his own dick fill the jock with his cum, he could feel it ooze out of him.

“Yoooooooo, baby, your hole’s squeezing me so much” Noah murmured through a satisfied chuckle, planting a lazy kiss against Liam’s jaw. “You’re actually milking me.“

Liam’s body gave a few weak, shuddering jolts, each one smaller than the last, as the final spurts of his orgasm dripped warm between them.

That was when his phone buzzed. Mid-orgasm.

It was faint at first—just a small vibration on the couch cushion beside them. Then another.

Liam flinched slightly, blinking blearily down at it. Still dizzy. Still out of it.

It was Claire.

[CLAIRE: Hey… We should talk in person tomorrow…]

Liam stared at the message, his stomach dropping through the floor.

It didn’t even say anything else. But he didn’t need it to.

That was it.

She’d just broken up with him.

And reality crept back in. He was sitting there, naked, straddling Noah’s lap, his thighs sticky and trembling, Noah’s cock still buried inside him, still throbbing against his used up asshole. His body was loose, flushed, and humming from the orgasm. Semen already leaking out of his hole. He felt gross.

He just stared at the glow of the screen.

Noah’s chuckle cut through the haze, fingers drumming lightly against his spine. “What’s that? Your little girlfriend checking in?”

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