Chapter Eleven

It isn’t really a question of whether anyone sees Noah pulling Ellery to his dorm by the wrist; they’re on campus. People definitely see them. But Noah finds that he doesn’t really care if his cover’s blown; if anyone catches a glimpse of them and asks about it later, Noah will whip out his phone and shove Ellery’s selfies in their face to gloat: I was about to rail my boyfriend. Look how fuckin’ hot he is.

They haven’t spoken since Greg’s—Noah can’t say for sure why Ellery hasn’t uttered a sound, but for himself, he knows he doesn’t want to soil the last beautiful words from Ellery’s lips. It’s pristine in his memory and will be for months, probably years to come. “Take me. Please?” Fuck, such a polite yet filthy plea. And with their footfalls rushing down the hall to a vacant dorm room and Noah’s grip on Ellery’s wrist hot with sweat, he gets the feeling Ellery is quiet for much the same reason.

The second the door’s unlocked, Ellery slips in without waiting for it to fully open and drags Noah in behind him by the collar of his shirt. But like hell Noah’s going to just play witness this time; the door slams shut with Ellery pinned back against it, and their mouths crash together rough enough to click teeth.

Noah’s already aching—has been since they parked and fumbled to unbuckle their seatbelts—and as Ellery whimpers against his starved licks and nibbles, Noah palms the crotch of his pants, greedy to know he’s not alone in his need. He finds Ellery’s studded length, giving it a slow not-enough pump through fabric, and Ellery knocks his crown back to the door and hisses into Noah’s kisses, eyes screwed shut in the dim light pouring in through the window.

“Fuck yes. I want your cock, Noah.”

In lieu of forming words, Noah hums a low rumble and buries his head in Ellery’s neck. Ellery gasps into a smile against his ear.

“You like it when I talk about how much I want you? How watchin’ you punch out that asshole made my knees weak? Always knew you’d put those gorgeous arms to good use,” Ellery drawls, running a hand up the heft of the so-praised bicep. Goosebumps rise on Noah’s shoulders and neck, and he shuts his eyes and crushes Ellery to the door with a breathy rut.

He’s stupid with it—knows his dick’s getting more blood than his brain, but fuck if Ellery isn’t welcoming it free of judgment when he chuckles in Noah’s ear: “Want you to keep usin’ those muscles, too. Still wanna bench press me, Schneider?”

Heavy-lidded, Noah shudders and collects Ellery from the door, lifting him into the air: one hand supports his ass and the other ensures he won’t tip backwards. Ellery quails a small peep of surprise, gawking now that he’s eye-level with Noah, but the next second he’s kissing him and locking his ankles at the low of Noah’s back. In one gorgeous, dizzying move, Ellery grinds hard up into Noah’s stomach, pushing his arousal into a different plane of fitness.

“Jesus Christ...” Is Noah sweating? He suddenly feels drenched, even though that’s not possible. With his arms full and pants straining, he nods at the wall, voice cracking. “Hit the light?”

Ellery flails for it, swiping the switch on the fourth try before returning his arms around Noah’s neck, safe. “Don’t want this to be too romantic, huh?”

In careful steps Noah leads them to the bed, lowering Ellery’s hips to the edge and sinking to his knees on the floor, nestled between Ellery’s squirming legs. He lets his body cover Ellery’s in every sense: tracing his sides to bat the leather jacket away and off of him; dragging lips down his exactly-kissable throat, pulling the hem of his shirt up to meet the zenith of his v-neck once his runway’s run out; pressing his forehead to Ellery’s forgiving stomach and feeling the heat within, groaning at the plush skin there—Ellery’s skin.

“Just wanna be able to see what I’m doing,” Noah finally answers, nibbling the cinch of Ellery’s joggers at his navel. Ellery cranes his head to look down, brushing his shirt up readily to reveal those angel wing nipple bars, eyes trained on Noah.

“Holy shit.”

“That’s my line,” smiles Noah, slipping two fingers beneath the waistband separating them and swiftly pulling it down.

Freed, Ellery’s cock hits his stomach in a hushed thwap, up close and waiting. Noah’s seen him like this before, of course, but never point blank; it feels new all over again, and Noah’s thighs clench while he finds Ellery’s base with fingers braver than his brain, gently standing him at attention.

There aren’t any expletives fitting for being in this position: on his knees, the pretty little slit of Ellery’s decorated cock offering a growing bead of precum to him, Ellery’s tight balls peeking out from his bunched pants—and farther up, Ellery practically panting for him, hands dangerously close to his own nipples, eyes locked on Noah and cheeks pink with life. There aren’t words good enough for any of it, but one falls from Noah’s lips anyway.

“Babydoll.”

Ellery whines openly, his plea dissolving into a whimper, neck going limp and head falling to the mattress. But after a mindless thrust up into Noah’s too-light touch, his head is right back up, evidently terrified to miss this.

“Please,” the whisper breaks something, and Ellery shivers into rambling, “Noah, please, I—I need you, you’ve no idea how many times I’ve busted to the thought of this. Been havin’ dreams about you. That first night when I sucked you off, I went home and pretended—wanted my fist to be your mouth so bad. I’d give my left nut for you to give me head just once, dude.”

There it is again: ‘dude.’ Sometimes it’s ‘man’.

He does that shit ‘cause he knows it gets me off.

Noah’s dick throbs in his jeans as confirmation, crushed tight. Swallowing, he hunches over and presses a kiss to Ellery’s smooth barbells.

“S’that all I am to you?” he smolders, eyes locked on Ellery’s from his low vantage point.

“Wh-What?” Now officially in distress, Ellery peers at him in something akin to fear.

“Just a ‘guy’. Thought I was more than that,” mumbles Noah, keeping his lips against Ellery’s shaft. His skin is velvety and burning hot, twitching against how perilously close Noah’s mouth is. The droplet at Ellery’s slit swells, looking much like a new piercing itself, shining under the light.

“You are, I just—Noah, you know you are.”

“So say it,” Noah dares him, free hand finding Ellery’s hip to steady himself.

Ellery’s face screws up, and his mouth opens and closes a few times while his blush deepens. When he finds a word, it’s unbearably tender on his lips.

“Please, sweetheart?”

Noah moves. Hiding a fierce blush, he hoists himself up and dips to take Ellery into his mouth, sucking at his angry neglected skin and noting the light tinge of salt where his precum bursts. The metal bars roll under Noah’s tongue, tasteless—a nice tactile place to focus and tease with flat licks.

In one long moan, Ellery braces himself up on an elbow, too weak to watch any other way. His head lolls to the side, eyes tight when Noah glances up at him.

Just as quickly as he’s started, though, Ellery’s hand finds Noah’s on his hip and he squeezes.

“Watch your teeth, babe.”

The pet name only makes Noah’s cheeks burn more, coming from the deep timbre of another man, and he pauses to think about how to adjust his tactic. When he restarts, Ellery lets out a hiss that reads as approval—and that’s all Noah needs to give an experimental head bob.

“Yeah,” sighs Ellery. Noah doesn’t think he means to, but Ellery brings his thumb to his mouth and bites the nail of it gently, fixated. Speaking around it. “That’s real good, Noah. Fuck. Little more suction?”

Noah obeys, mindless, cheeks taut with the effort, and Ellery moans again, loud and open for him.

“Oh my god…!”

Jesus Christ, Ellery’s vocal like this.

Noah clenches his thighs again, breaths coming in fast as he listens to his lover get off on him.

“C-Can you,” Ellery clears his throat and Noah pops off of him to let him speak. He’s shaking when he lightly grazes the hand Noah has at his base, “Get some spit on there, hon? Stroke in time with your mouth? You’re doing so good, Noah, it feels incredible.”

Noah moves his hand to thickly spit on it, enjoying the way Ellery melts into another shiver at the promise of being totally wet. “Do I need to remind you?” Noah pumps the slick up and down Ellery’s length, and Ellery’s gasps line with a hint of his wracked voice. “That you’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside? Never would’ve guessed. Seemed impossible.” In pure appreciation, Noah plants a kiss on Ellery’s blushing sac and runs his tongue along the timid skin there haltingly. “I’ve wanted to do this to you from the second I met you.”

That information must not be a ‘reminder’, but news to Ellery. His eyes grow large with wonder.

“You what?”

Noah smirks, making sure not to let his grip get lazy as he speaks, stroking through the words. “Yeah. Ellery, that first night? I came ‘cause I was thinking about you coming. I was thinking about this,” he nods to Ellery’s cock and follows the gesture, taking him into his mouth again, careful of his teeth as he was before.

“W-Wait,” Ellery chokes, tapping Noah’s shoulder in a sudden near-panic. Noah does, bemused, and Ellery grabs him by his collar and pulls—guides him up onto the bed into another kiss, not caring if he tastes his own skin. Noah relaxes his tamed nerves onto Ellery once more and when the kiss breaks, Ellery stares up at him breathlessly.

“I wanna say that you’ve come a really long way, Noah. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

Noah flushes, throwing his gaze across his room to the minifridge. “Nah,” he warbles.

“Yes,” Ellery demands, a hand on Noah’s chin zipping their sights back together. “I mean it. You’ve grown so much, so fast. I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re… kinda unreal,” smiles Ellery, shifting to ignore his abandoned arousal. “You’re even stronger than you thought you could never be. You decked a guy in the face for me tonight.”

...He had, hadn’t he?

“He might’ve hurt you,” whispers Noah, picking a stray hair from Ellery’s eyes and sweeping it aside. What’s left beneath is pure adoration.

“Noah,” Ellery mouths, eyes roaming his features. A peculiar warm bubbling starts in Noah’s chest, and it splits: half plumes upwards into his head, into his thoughts themselves; the other half dives down and coils hot in his gut. As if watching that sensation spread in real time, Ellery offers their next step in a husky whisper. “Can we get naked now?”

With a blink Noah nods once, and then they’re tearing at each other’s clothes; shirts pull over heads and get kicked to the floor, Ellery’s necklace finds the bedside table, and Noah’s jean’s buttons present the most difficult obstacle with a runtime of four seconds. The last article is their boxers, and while Ellery strips his own off eagerly and flings them aside, he bats Noah’s hands away from his own and instead kisses Noah’s cock through the fabric—kisses the wet spot where he’s been crying for attention. Noah wants to scold him for teasing, but he doesn’t have the heart, and as a reward Ellery gives him a brilliant smile before mercifully pulling his underwear off.

Noah isn’t sure he’s ever seen himself this primed for more. An angry vein pulses on the left side of his dick, and he thumbs it curiously—which only serves to bring up more precum. It leaks from his tip and down along his underside. He swears softly at the sight of himself so worked up, reaching two trembling fingers to smear the precum and prevent a mess.

On his knees in front of Ellery—who’s on his back, in Noah’s bed, gazing up at him, completely naked—piercings, chest, collarbones, balls, and all… they both stop to admire one another.

“Noah,” starts Ellery, and Noah reaches over and fetches his lube from his bedside table. The sight of it makes Ellery deflate. “Oh thank fuck. I was about to ask.”

Bottle in one hand and cock in the other, Noah settles back on his heels and stare at the silky liquid that sloshes within. “So… I, uh. I don’t actually…” He swallows and hums, pink with floundering.

“Hey, it’s okay. I can show you. Can I see it?” Ellery requests, holding out a hand. Count them both relieved, then; Noah passes it over gratefully and watches Ellery pop the cap and slick up his fingers.

Noah’s probably gonna have to clean his sheets after this, isn’t? Ellery’s not being stingy with the lube. Does it really take that much…?

“Please don’t tease me,” is all the bashful warning Noah gets before Ellery adjusts his hips and drops his hand down, well-wet fingers finding his entrance at the same time as Noah’s eyes.

Pink, and puckered, and clean, and—sweet heavens, is it supposed to be cute? It’s someone’s asshole, for fuck’s sake.

...Ellery’s asshole, that is.

It’s definitely cute.

Ellery swirls his middle finger around, wetting the outside ridges, and after a deep, calm breath, he presses his pad against the ring of muscle and… he’s in. Not much, but watching it first hand is a lot—way more to absorb than any porn Noah’s ever clicked on.

“I… is that…?” Noah starts, and Ellery looks up at him expectantly. He swallows. “Does it hurt?”

“At first,” Ellery nods, twisting his hand to get a better angle. “Sorry if it’s weird.”

“N-No.” Running his hands along his thighs, Noah clenches them into fists. “It’s… shit, it’s sexy, Ellery. Can’t believe you’re gettin’ yourself ready for me.”

Ellery laughs, but an endearing blush finds the apple of his cheeks. “Might take longer than you’d like. Can you, uh, do me a favor? Maybe pour some more on there?”

“‘Course.”

Noah does as requested and watches in awe as Ellery takes his time with himself. First it’s one finger, barely in, but then it’s down to the knuckle and the strong tendons of Ellery’s hands shift and dance as he explores himself. Fingers stretching, entrance being stretched in turn. Only once he’s fully sheathed does he slowly begin pumping in and out.

It seems difficult at first, but then Ellery arches his back and lines up a second finger for the next thrust in, and it goes in only with a slight wince.

“Y’okay?” Noah breathes. He’s been stroking himself absently this entire time, trying not to let his head float off at the show. Before Ellery can answer, he pops the cap on the lube and adds more to Ellery’s hole, and Ellery lets out a melodic laugh, head slumped to the pillow.

“You’re already getting the gist of it. It just—” He jolts, eyes widening a bit as he hits some sort of spot with those long fingers, and Noah’s desire slams back into him, because fuck, his cock is gonna be the thing hitting that spot in a minute, isn’t it? “Just takes a lot of lube. You can’t go too slow.”

“I dunno about that,” Noah states, and even though it’s only a half-joke, Ellery cracks up, shaking silently into the mattress. Just another turn-on about him from a list of hundreds.

“Okay… I think this is good enough,” he admits some moments later, twisting the pair of fingers and rotating them as best he can from the angle. “Wrist is startin’ to hurt, anyway.”

“I’ve got you,” Noah promises, and he pours more lube into his hand.

This is happening. You’re about to be inside of him. Holy shit.

“Please be gentle at first,” Ellery requests, resting his sore hand on his stomach and giving his tired dick a nudge as thanks for patience. He’s still plenty hard—his balls twitch at the notion of more attention.

“I’ll go slow, babydoll. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Once his cock is deemed slick enough, Noah crawls to close the distance between them on his knees, and Ellery lifts his legs into the air readily. He still isn’t completely sure what he’s doing, but Noah takes one thigh in his hand to steady himself, the other hand guiding the head of his cock to Ellery’s pucker—and sucks in a shaky breath. When he looks up, Ellery is watching him with blown pupils.

“You ready?”

“Yeah. Do it.”

“Okay… okay.”

He lines himself up and presses forward just so. The muscles give way, slowly—sinking into silky warmth—and Noah sees why Ellery had needed to work himself open; even with all that preparation, the second Noah is inside of him, Ellery is still ridiculously tight.

And hot, and smooth, and ready to be fucked.

“Shit,” Noah hisses, both trembling hands finding Ellery’s thighs for reassurance, and Ellery nods, beckoning his hips forward.

“C’mon, sweetheart. More. I can take it.”

“I’m not sure I can!”

More laughter, but Noah eases in, following Ellery’s increasingly desperate gestures for Noah’s chest to meet his own. “Bend me in half, baby, c’mon—keep goin’.”

And then they’re forehead to forehead, Noah’s shoulders heaving for air to calm his desire, Ellery squirming beneath him, adjusting to the leap in size. Noah grunts, swallows, voice comes out like hot gravel. “Y’alright, babydoll?

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m—holy shit, Noah, you’re huge.”

Hard not to let his ego swell, with a proclamation like that.

“Does it… do you feel good?”

Ellery grimaces against everything—against Noah’s sincerity right in his face, against the pain that’s yet to turn to pleasure, against his inability to speak from being so full—and instead cranes his head up to kiss Noah. Soft and open and seeking, and Noah kisses him back.

I’m fucking Ellery. I’m kissing him while fucking him.

Not meaning to, Noah’s hips stutter at the thought, and Ellery hums high into the kiss, a delicious sound that Noah’s blood wants more of.

“Yeah? S’that feel good?” Noah drawls, smiling, kissing Ellery once more—and as he shifts his hips back slowly to pull out to his head, he snakes an arm between Ellery’s legs to cup his face and hold him still. “You feel… like heaven to me, Ellery.”

Another whine, and Ellery’s eyes are screwed shut, but that’s more than okay. He’s so good, such a good person for doing this—for taking Noah. Setting his knees carefully, Noah pushes back in, bottoming out, and Ellery gasps.

On the third tortuously slow thrust, Ellery’s tension dissolves into a deep moan, his shoulders going lax and eyes falling open.

“Noah,” he whispers, lips swollen from kissing and eyelids heavy. Still, those icy blues skewer just as thoroughly as they had the night they’d met, and now Noah gets to see them wrecked with sex, wrecked with him. Noah keeps up the steady, slow fuck, tempering himself and going against his raging libido.

“This is my favorite thing,” Noah decides, pressing his lips thin, trying not to laugh when Ellery melts into giggles. He’s the most gorgeous person on the planet. I’m sure of it.

“Will you—” Another giggle, and then Ellery’s grinning up at him. “Give it to me, Noah. I know you want to. Just fuck me already, I need to come! We stumbled in here with blue balls and now you’re like, makin’ love to me, and God, just fuck me like you mean it—”

He won’t ever admit that it had been the ‘making love’ comment that had broken his restraints.

Noah bites his lower lip hard and thrusts, skin smacking skin as he buries himself in Ellery roughly—but before Ellery has a chance to get through one hit to his nerves, Noah’s doing it again, and again, unforgiving. Using every muscle he’s worked so hard to sculpt to drown Ellery in wave after wave of unrelenting heat, measured by gasps and Ellery’s scandalized begging expression.

That’s the thing about conditioning: Noah’s not gonna get tired. Not for a long, long time. And he knows it.

“I—ahh, fuck! Fuck, fuck—Noah!”

“What were you sayin’, babydoll?” Noah teases between breaths, and he barks a laugh when Ellery flips him off with the hand not currently twisted in Noah’s sheets. “Aww. I like you too, Ellery. Pretty and tight, takin’ me like this. Drop-dead gorgeous is what you are.”

Ellery’s arm shoots up around Noah’s neck and pulls him back down, crushing their faces together as he bids for some grip on reality. His hot moans hit Noah’s lips, and Noah growls, drunk on the sensation of finally—finally having Ellery all to himself, in the exact way he’d been dreaming of for weeks.

“Been waitin’ on this for such a long time, haven’t you?” he rumbles, fingers slick with lube and sweat when they find Ellery’s chest and tweak his nipple bars. Ellery gasps sharp, spilling the exhale into another moan that shakes each time Noah pounds into him. It’s obscene, and perfect, and Noah could die happy having heard it at last. “Hope it was worth the wait, buttercup. God, you’ve been so patient for it—is it what you wanted?”

Ellery whimpers—it’s all he seems able to do anymore, aside from watch Noah through eyes tight with pleasure—and Noah ducks down to suck his neck with bruising intent.

“C’mon,” Noah goads against him, “s’my cock fillin’ you up just what you wanted, or isn’t it? You can tell me.”

“M-More,” chokes Ellery, and Noah quirks an eyebrow, pulling back with a smile.

“It’s more than what you wanted?”

“More a-as in fuck me harder,” Ellery demands, suddenly angry—glaring up at Noah in blushing ruin, fueled by testosterone—and Noah trembles all over.

Only stopping the onslaught enough to brace his hands on the back of Ellery’s knees and fold him in half the way he’d been wanting, Noah lets loose on him.

Each thrust goes deep, deeper than he thought he could before, and Noah’s actually beginning to feel the work-out; his back muscles and thighs burn as he fucks down into Ellery for all he’s worth, rough breaths tattering apart into gasps as he gets close. Ellery’s cock slaps against his stomach, leaking everywhere and now a shade of red Noah hasn’t seen on him before.

There’s a time where neither speak, lost in their heat, the slap of their bodies meeting and lungs heaving with moans and hiccups more telling than any dirty nothings.

Ellery takes Noah’s cock like he’s meant for it, muscles curling and releasing on a wrecked loop of writhing, eyes finding Noah’s and ruining other lays for him with how they brim—and Noah’s fighting for air yet won’t slow a bit, not even if it kills him. He’s going to make Ellery come like this.

“You ready, Ellery?” Noah husks, voice shredded, and Ellery cries out, hands finding the headboard to give him something to brace against. “I want you to come for me now, baby.”

Ellery nods, frantic, sweat clinging to his face when he blurts, “Gonna, please kiss me,” in one rushed breath, and Noah’s desperate to give him that—lowers himself down from his push-up, chests and hearts sinking close again, and Ellery latches onto his mouth with a melting whimper.

I didn’t know it could be like this.

Noah feels the whine at first, just a meek thing in Ellery’s throat, but three more powerful hits to his nerves and it breaks into a high moan—tightening, quaking, thrashing—and Ellery shoots onto his own chest in thick, hot ropes from pulses that go on far longer than Noah’s ever seen from a man.

Ellery chokes a noise of relief into Noah’s mouth, restarting the kiss, needy and heavy like Noah’s the sun of his solar system, and Noah’s mind shuts out everything except Ellery.

“Show me you been thinkin’ about me, Noah,” Ellery requests in a low, used voice. Totally fucked out because of him.

Noah only lasts a few more thrusts.

He bears down once he’s hit with it, pressing his forehead to Ellery’s and groaning to fill him up, thighs shaking, arms shaking, the exertion of it whited out from release. Fuck, he wants to bite Ellery, to mark him up and claim him, to make sure he never gets this from anyone else, to make sure he can’t leave after this is over...

Then it is over.

Noah goes totally limp on top of him, panting and gasping from their marathon. Hands stroke down his sweaty back, hushing him and holding him—but Ellery can’t be comfortable like that, so Noah eases off of him and collapses to the bed at his side, drained through and through.

Easy as breathing, Ellery scoots to gather Noah into his arms, pausing when he remembers the mess on his chest. “Hey,” he asks softly, like being too loud will break Noah in this state, “do you have tissues, or…?”

“Yep,” Noah leans over and reaches under his bed, finding a sock and holding it up to Ellery with an expression asking, good enough?

“Jesus.” Ellery laughs and takes it, wiping away his cum and turning the sock inside out to toss back to the floor before settling down and collecting Noah in his arms, face to chest. “You really are a straight guy.”

“No,” Noah shakes his head at the joke, first slow and tired. Then insistent as he presses his nose to Ellery’s collarbone. He smells of sweat, sex, of Ellery and himself. Of them. “No, I’m really, really not straight.”

“Wow. You’re admitting it out loud,” Ellery notes tenderly. The hand that runs through Noah’s damp hair is gentle and patient, coaxing any remaining fatigue and tension out through sweeping brushes.

“Feels… dumb,” Noah mumbles, “that I ever tried to deny it. You made it clear as day, Ellery.”

Why do I feel like crying?

“Thank you,” he adds, throat thick.

“You’re gonna ride me harder than I’ve ever been ridden in my life, and you’re gonna thank me for it?!”

“I’m serious. Thank you. You—you… I can’t… I don’t know how—”

“Shh.” Ellery holds his head close and plants a knowing kiss in his hair. Noah’s arms find Ellery’s waist, turmoiled with exhaustion, and encircle him. Drag him close. “You don’t have to explain it. I know. I’m happy you’re there. Give yourself some more time to process. You’ll be okay. One day at a time.”

Noah blinks sleepily into Ellery’s bosom, then lets his eyes fall shut. “I… I really like you, Ellery.”

Ellery swallows. “I really like you too, Noah.”

“Thanks for helping me.”

“...You’re really not going to leave once you’re comfortable with yourself?”

“I’d rather break my leg and lose my chance of being drafted.”

“Well don’t say that!”

“S’true.”

Ellery huffs and crushes Noah into another hug, tilting his chin back to kiss him, chaste and soft. Even without tongue, Ellery still tastes sweet.

“Hey… I have a thing comin’ up, and you could come with me if you wanted,” Ellery says, and Noah tilts his head to peer at him through one eye. “But it can wait until the morning.”

“You sure? I’m not so tired we can’t talk.”

“I’m sure. I definitely won’t forget to invite you. Right now, I just wanna enjoy this.”