21. Noah

Fucking finally.

"I"ve been waiting all fucking day for this," I say as I stalk towards him, not even bothering to wait for the door to close behind me before I"m whipping my wet shirt over my head.

Lane"s eyes trail over my chest and abs, landing on the front of my pants. Even through the heaviness of the soaked fabric, my cock is trying to escape the confines of these blasted fucking skinny jeans. It"s why we had to get home as soon as possible. I wore these jeans to tease him, and now I"m being punished for it, because now I"m stuck inside a soaking wet pair of skinny jeans with a massive erection, and he never looked at me twice.

But he"s looking at me now.

I shake out my hair, and water sprays around me. I comb it back out of my eyes to meet Lane's gaze. He"s giving me that hard glare that gets my heart racing, his pale eyes darkening, pupils growing. This is where I want him, in the zone where he's frenzied and mindless. He"s got my scent, I can only hope he eats me alive.

"All day?" he asks.

"All fucking day," I repeat. "Why aren"t you stripping?"

It"s more of an order than a question, but he doesn"t move. I"m down to just my soda and rain-soaked jeans, which I unbutton slowly as I walk towards where Lane is standing. I leave them open, pushing the waistband low enough on my hips that my dark pubic hair peeks out. He stares at me with unbridled need as I push my hands under the bottom of his shirt.

"Hands up," I whisper, and he complies. He always complies. It makes my cock throb harder. "I had plans to play with my new toy this weekend," I say, pulling the shirt over his head. "But you've been avoiding me."

His pouty lips open, and I bite mine. My eyes trace over all the curves of his muscles, unsure of where I want to touch him first. Leaning in close, I bypass his lips, touching my mouth to his jawline instead. I don"t kiss him, more like run my lips over the hard lines of his jaw. When I close in on his ear, I whisper, "All fucking day," before pulling his earlobe into my mouth. He makes a little sound, though he covers it quickly. I bite down to show my displeasure, but not too hard.

I like his sounds. I crave them. Need them.

I trail closed mouth kisses down his neck and collarbone, and then back up to the knot on his throat. He lifts his chin, granting me access. Wrapping my lips around his Adam"s apple, I suck gently, resolving to spend as long as I need pulling every sound out of him I can. With that thought, I kiss down his body, lowering to my knees as I go. My tongue swirls around his belly button and licks up the side of the heavenly V of his lower abs as I push his pants and underwear down his legs. He rests a hand on my shoulder while I direct him to lift each leg so I can toss his pants in the pile of wet clothes I started. My hands slide up the insides of his legs and thighs as I stand again, bypassing his jutting cock.

I walk around his body, appreciating every flawless, chiseled inch on display. He"d make a sculptor weep. He flushes under my scrutiny, trembling with nerves, and it pleases me to no end.

"You"re fucking perfect," I praise from behind him, running my fingertips down his muscular back and over his hips. I desperately want to cup his ass, squeeze his round cheeks and bite down on them, but I don"t want to scare him off. I placate myself with a light brush of my hand across the top of his ass while I make my way back around him. He flinches, but doesn"t move away. When I"m back in front of him, I look him up and down once more before taking his cock in a firm grip, and stepping into him.

I use his cock like a leash, pushing him back towards my bedroom, through the door, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

"N-Noah?—"

Whatever protest was about to come out of his mouth is quelled by me pushing him backwards onto the bed.

"Don't think, Lane. Just feel."

I spend a few minutes reminding Lane"s cock what he"s here for, bringing him close to release again. Lane groans when I get up, and attempts to reach for his cock. I can"t help my self-satisfied smirk when I smack his hand away.

His grumpy tone is precious. "What is that grin for?"

"I"m a fucking boss at sucking cock," I say confidently, beginning to push my pants down my thighs.

He scoffs, trying and failing to maintain a straight face. "You sucked a lot of cocks, then?" he deadpans.

My eyebrow raises at his saucy tone and language. Usually, it takes some coaxing to get him to curse or talk dirty, but this was unprompted filth. I fucking love it. As soon as I get these goddamn pants off, I"m going to reward him so hard.

"Nope, first time was yesterday morning. I"m a natural," I say, waggling my eyebrows. The effect is ruined by the fact that I"m bent nearly in half, trying to peel my jeans over my knees.

Lane watches me with a crooked grin. "If it was both our first times, how can you be so sure that you"re good at it?"

Stopping, I look up at him with a more serious expression, narrowing my eyes. I hadn"t thought of it that way, honestly. "Should I go test my skills elsewhere and report back?"

"No," he answers, with more conviction than I expected.

And just like that, I"m feeling full of myself again. I stand up straight, enjoying how Lane eyeballs my cock like he"s ready for a challenge.

"Well then, admit that I"m awesome at it," I say, wobbling a little when I try to free my leg from my jeans. This is not sexy.

Lane chuckles and scoots off the bed. "Do you need help?"

"No, I don"t need help," I gripe, as I hop on one foot, trying to pull off the stupid jeans that are suctioned to my fucking legs.

Lane moves in towards my legs right as I trip myself, and I stumble into him, nearly flipping over his shoulder. He catches my waist, and I"m pretty sure my dick smacks his face. Lane twists his body to change the trajectory of our fall, preventing me from diving headfirst into my end table. One or both of us lets out a high-pitched shriek as we tumble to the ground.

I land on top of Lane, sprawled horizontally across his chest with my wet pants shoved down around my ankles. I"m slightly mortified and worried he could be hurt at first, but then my body bounces with the quaking of his laughter. He"s in hysterics, unable to stop laughing, and it gets me going too.

We laugh so hard, my abs hurt, while I roll off Lane awkwardly to sit on the floor to try and continue my attempt to remove my legs from the pants. Eventually, I allow Lane to help, because I'm getting nowhere. He tugs so hard I land flat on my back. He gets up on his knees, and keeps pulling, our laughter getting harder with every attempt to yank the jeans off my legs. My legs are up in the air in front of me, my ass on Lane"s thighs. I have the brief thought that he can probably see right into my asshole from this position, and make a mental note to save that for later.

As much as my face is flaming, both from embarrassment and lack of oxygen from laughing, I refuse to hide any part of myself from him. I"m curious about every part of his body, and I intend to explore it thoroughly. It would only be fair to allow him to do the same.

Finally, the boner killing jeans are almost off. Lane grips the soaking wet fabric and pulls hard, freeing my foot from the material. Unfortunately, when my foot springs free, it springs right into Lane"s face. The cursed jeans fall to the floor with a wet plop, and Lane falls back, hands covering his nose. I see a trickle of blood and dive for the tissue box in my nightstand, scrambling back to help him.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you okay? Here, lean your head back," I direct, repositioning him so his back is against my bed. Shooing his hands away from his face, I hold some tissue up to his nose, squeezing the nostrils closed. After assessing the bridge of the nose and noticing that it"s not actively bleeding, and wiping away the remnants of blood, I tell him,"It might swell a little, but I don"t think you"ll have any bruising. Want me to get you an ice pack?"

"I"m alright," Lane says, still laughing. "Quit hovering, mom."

It"s then I realize I"m practically sitting in his lap, straddling his big thighs. And both of us are completely naked. I"m looking down at how close our cocks are to touching, as mine hardens, stretching to meet Lane"s.

Lane"s laughter stops when he notices the same thing. Neither of us moves right away, entranced by the sight of our cocks so close together. Lane moves, and I"m expecting him to buck me off of him or try to move away, but he doesn"t. He lifts his knees slowly and grabs my hips, pulling me further into his lap.

He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply, letting out a shaky breath. I don"t dare move, until his lips touch my neck. At first, he just presses his lips to my skin, but then his mouth opens and his tongue swipes at my flesh. I moan and instinctively roll my body, grinding my pelvis on his. The movement pushes our cocks together, pinning them between our stomachs.

He responds with a small gasp against my neck before he sucks the flesh into his mouth again, eliciting another roll of my hips, until we"re grinding together while Lane makes out with my neck. His arms hold me around my waist, moving me against him, while mine hold his head in place so he doesn"t stop kissing my neck just like that.

"Suck harder," I rasp. "Mark me, Lane."

Lane growls against my skin and sucks. There"s a pinch of pain as all the blood comes to the surface. I groan, fisting my hand in his hair and rubbing my cock against his. We"re wet with pre-cum leaking from both of us, and I pull back to look down at the way we"re pressed together, dripping on each other. Looking into Lane"s eyes for a moment, I release his hair and reach between us. I stroke Lane first, watching the angry red head peek in and out from the foreskin, then move to stroke myself so I"m slick with Lane"s pre-cum. Out of curiosity, I wrap my hand around both of them, and although it"s harder to get a decent grip, I tentatively move my hand up and down. A delicious bolt of pleasure sparks up my cock and pulses in my balls.

"Mmphh. Noah," Lane whispers, and I nod, licking my lips.

"That"s good, yeah?"

Lane bites his lip and nods, looking so deliciously helpless that I almost lean forward and kiss him. He seems to consider the same idea, but goes for my neck again instead, while I try to thrust against him, but it"s too awkward of an angle. I try to shift us so he can tilt his hips, but the bed is in the way. Again, Lane surprises me, pulling me against his body so my legs all but wrap around his hips. He lifts us both and then lays me down on the bed, settling between my legs.

As soon as my back hits the mattress, I reach over to my nightstand and grab a bottle of lotion I keep there, quickly filling my palm with it before reaching between us. Taking both our cocks in my hand again, I lose myself in the sensation of jerking us both off together. At first, it's my hand doing most of the work. But then Lane leans in further over my body and tentatively rolls his hips, thrusting into my hand. We both moan at the way our cocks rub together at the new angle, and Lane wraps his hand around mine, encouraging me to squeeze a little tighter as he thrusts against me. His abs contract as he moves, his eyes glued to the action between us as he thrusts faster. Our balls grind together with his motion, and fuck, that's good.

"Yes. Fuck me just like that, Lane. Just like that."

"Oh, God."

"Are you going to come all over me, little brother?"

"God, Noah, I'm going to come."

"Yes, Fuck, Yes. Come all over me. I want to be covered in your cum."

"Fuck. Noah. I?—"

"Give it to me, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna come."

"I'm coming!"

"Yes, yes, yes?—"

Pressure builds in my heavy balls as pleasure radiates out from the base of my spine. I'm driving my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust as my climax builds.

Lane's cock grows harder, expanding and contracting as he pulses out spurts of cum that coat my cock and lower stomach. The warm, wet splashes push me over the edge and I cry out his name, stroking us faster until my cock erupts all over his. It's not enough though.

I sit up and roll us over so I'm straddling his waist, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. My cock keeps spasming, coming endlessly as I mash our bodies together, spreading our cum all over us both until we're both spent, and I'm laying boneless over Lane's broad chest.