Chapter Three

When Ellery accepts him without a second thought, Noah embraces the tailspin and plunges into Ellery’s mouth, shivering at their tongues’ desperate meeting and the scent of cigarettes and musk. His cheeks are stubbled-rough to the touch and his throat makes small begging noises that encourage Noah to guide him to the shadowy side of the building, pressing his back against the brick. He goes so willingly, his entire body pliant underneath Noah’s hands–even if Noah has no idea where to put them.

Noah only pulls away for a moment, eyes raking over Ellery’s perfectly blushing face, to drink it in. Memorize this experience, this one experiment. “You want me?”

“You wanna hear me say it, don’t you?” Ellery smirks, hands finding Noah’s bare hips under his jersey and digging his fingers into his skin in a way that makes his blood run hot. “How much do you need your ego stroked, straight boy?”

The tease coils a rumble in Noah’s throat and he pins Ellery to the wall, kissing him with a ferocity that suggests he can extinguish this desire if he does it deep enough, hard enough. He loses his hat to the motion, hears it fall forgotten to the porch boards, and can’t find it in himself to care. It’s only when his tongue seeks out more that he feels the bead on Ellery’s own—a hard, metallic thing that bobs and moves with their exchange, and identifying the unusual sensation crushes a teetering breath from Noah.

“Are you…?” Eyes half-lidded, he eases off enough to stare at Ellery’s lips, which twitch up into a coy smile and wait, knowing yet not helping. “Piercing?” is the only word Noah manages to get out.

Languid, Ellery runs his tongue over his lower lip, opening his mouth just enough for a glint of silver to catch Noah’s eye. “Yeah-huh.”

Noah kisses him harshly to prevent the soft swear from spilling into the air between them. He chases the piercing as a goal, like it’s a bundle of nerves to bore down on, and Ellery tenses beneath him.

This needs to progress into something more, but Noah’s motions are hesitant as he moves one hand from Ellery’s head–leaving the other anchored there to ensure he won’t vanish into a puff of smoke–and explores a body so similar to his own with fingers grazing ribs and navel slowly. Everything is tantalizing and new, and he grows selfish with his eagerness. His awkward grasps and touches somehow seem to charm Ellery’s mouth into another smile as they kiss, although he doesn’t think he’d be able to explain how.

Ellery is laughably more practiced at this; he puts Noah to shame with deliberate, calculating caresses. He sweeps a hand up into his hair, railing fingernails down his chest and abdomen with trawling touches that break Noah into tremors. One of his hands has a bruising grip on his waist to guide his straining cock forward into a heavy, flat-palmed grope that elicits a reaching gasp between them.

“Fuck,” Noah trembles, moving his mouth to Ellery’s neck and kissing there as the blond’s eyes flutter closed in satisfaction.

“You like that?” Ellery checks, petting Noah’s hardness through his shorts with a dizzying surety. “Why don’t you tell me how good I am?”

“Good,” Noah nods, whining into Ellery’s skin, humiliated but willing if it means Ellery doesn’t stop. “So fucking good. You’re not scared of breaking me.”

“That’s ‘cause I know what it feels like.”

The reminder draws a soft moan from Noah as Ellery strokes him in measured rubs, encouraging him to lose himself–unravel, and get as hard as his libido will let him for this. Which, as it turns out, is painfully, achingly rigid.

Even through fabric, there’s a real chance Ellery will work him over completely—he’s already twitching against Ellery’s care. And that’s definitely not where Noah wants to draw the line on this night of allowances.

“I’m ready,” admits Noah breathlessly, pressing his forehead into Ellery’s shoulder and biting his lip through another stroke.

“For what?” The question is tinged in humor, and Noah chuckles and shakes his head.

“I dunno. More. Whatever comes next. Please.”

“Well, what do you want?” Ellery’s voice is syrupy and low, hot in the shell of Noah’s ear. “I’ll enjoy it no matter what, if you’re gonna be this stupid for it the whole time.”

Another rub. Noah’s knees buckle and he catches himself on the wall, head spinning with the image of a tongue stud, voice a quiver when he requests, wrecked, “Suck me off?”

It’s Ellery’s turn to tense up and let out a shaky exhale, and Noah had managed to do that—Ellery had fucking shaken with want at the idea of having Noah in his mouth, and Noah’s nipples bud because of it. Would he enjoy Ellery in his mouth, sloppy and teaching himself how to suck cock under those icy eyes…? Having a first with him, this irresistible, enticing—fuck, that’s—one step at a time, or else Noah might implode. Which… maybe that’s answer enough.

The kiss Ellery presses into Noah’s cheek is entirely too chaste for the following sight of him sinking to his knees, hands splayed on the wall behind him for balance. “Don’t keep me waiting, then.”

They’re technically in public right now, aren’t they? Drink and desire crush out the thought, and it’s a miracle Noah has the wherewithal to tug his pants and boxers down.

He braces himself on the brick with one arm, fishing his cock out with the other and keeping his eyes trained on Ellery as he bares himself to the open air. He isn’t sure what kind of reaction he’s expecting—it’s not like he’s anything exceptional, endowment-wise—but it definitely isn’t for Ellery to inspect him with one hand, looking his arousal over, then tilting that gorgeous face up into the lamp light and smiling.

“You’ve got a really nice cock, Noah.”

Noah could pass out.

He knows he should smile or laugh or anything, but all his constitution gives him is a fierce blush before Ellery grips him at his base and runs his tongue over the head in a teasing swathe. A hiss ekes from Noah’s throat as he watches, cheeks hot, neck hot, everything hot as he tugs up his jersey to watch Ellery service him.

And god, does he. The teasing stretches out, Ellery dragging his flattened tongue and stud along each side of Noah’s length until he’s coated him in spit. Occasionally, a merciful half-pump knits Noah’s eyebrows together—crushes a quake from his knees in anticipation of more—but Ellery goes right back to trailing along his skin, never taking him in.

Eventually, Noah crumbles, begging. “Do you really wanna d-do this, or not?”

Ellery pulls away, and in the same breath Noah curses himself internally. But the smirk and wet of Ellery’s lips are reassuring when he looks up to meet their gaze.

Fuck. So blue. Inappropriately so, for being between Noah’s legs.

Handsome.

“Trust me—I wanna do this. You have any idea how hot this is, making a straight guy come?” Ellery asks sincerely, sitting on his heels and arching his back like just thinking about it makes him wanna take Noah in a different way. “It’s something most guys can only watch shitty porn of or fantasize about, myself included. I’ll be jerking off to this memory for years, man.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Noah shivers at the admission, and Ellery flashes that grin again.

Out of all of the things Noah could focus on and let burn him in Ellery’s words, so far it’s the ones that reflect what’s happening that sear the best: nice cock, jerking off, man. Ones that remind him that Ellery has a dick, too.

Another tug up from his base, and this time a clear pearl of precum beads at his slit. It must be what Ellery’s been waiting for. “There we go,” he praises, breaking his hold and collecting it to stroke down Noah with a now-slick palm. “Get ready.”

Before Noah can so much as moan from the welcome friction of Ellery’s grip, he’s taken into his warm, wet mouth and sucked.

“Ahhh,” he whines high, grip on his jersey tight as he acclimates to the difference in sensation.

Jesus, he can feel it now, and Ellery’s barely even started; this is going to be the best orgasm of his life.

Desperate to memorize it, Noah steels himself as looks down, absorbing details as best he can through the overwhSarahing pleasure. Ellery’s cheeks are hollowed, hair bobbing as he gets into it like he’s been dying for this all night. Occasionally those pupil-blown irises find Noah’s along with that goddamn smile, and each time is a shot of pure, wild need that roils in Noah’s stomach.

“Ellery,” Noah manages, wanting to give him words. The guy is practiced and flawless and leaving nothing for Noah to worry about as he drawls his tongue along the underside of Noah’s cock—toys and flirts with the ridges of his head, piercing adding jolts—and fuck, he deserves to hear something about how good he’s doing, doesn’t he? Noah’s coming apart at the goddamn seams, each inch dragged closer to shattering with every dip of Ellery’s head.

“You’re amazing. Fuck, you’re—” Another gasp, as Ellery’s free hand finds Noah’s tight balls and cradles them through the fabric of his waistband. “Oh, my god!”

Ellery hums happily before slicking off to pump Noah with his arm and gaze up at him. “That good?”

“Yeah,” Noah nods eagerly. Fuck it, this is incredible. “You really know what you’re doing, I’ve—hahh, I’ve never felt anything this good before.”

“Funny, ‘cause I’m actually pretty mediocre at blow jobs,” Ellery states, still smiling.

The fuck does that mean? Why’s he smiling?

“N-No?” Noah asks, bewildered. God, does he want to touch Ellery.

“You ever consider that maybe it could’ve always felt this good, if it was a guy doing it?” Ellery dares, and Noah presses his lips thin, blushing and shaking through Ellery’s handiwork.

“I told you, I’m not gay.”

“I know you think you’re not.” Ellery releases Noah’s balls and finds the hand tangled in his shirt, grabbing it and redirecting it to rest on his own stubbled cheek. “But to also say you’ve ‘never felt anything like this before’? Guess what: I’m a guy, and I’m definitely making you feel like this. And I’m definitely about to make you come.”

Noah can’t respond to that—instead, he internalizes it like a command, flushed and nodding and screwing his eyes shut as it sneaks up on him, rubbing a thumb on Ellery’s rough cheek.

“Fuck my face, Noah.”

The request is strained, and as soon as Ellery’s lips are back on him, Noah’s hand switches from his cheek to his hair and steadies his head, fingers cusping his crown to keep him steady as he thrusts into Ellery’s mouth greedily.

It’s too much—the moment he reopens his eyes to peer down at Ellery taking his cock, the spit running down Ellery’s chin, the heat coiling and coiling as he begins to pant and cave. But what sends Noah over the edge and does its best to rip his soul from his body is the hoarse want that had been in Ellery’s voice; that desire to be used. The clear image of Ellery’s hard cock leaking and twitching, neglected and hidden away between his legs but desperate for Noah—because of Noah.

“Fuck, Ellery, fuck—I’m coming!” Noah warns, easing his death hold in Ellery’s hair and spilling into his throat, grunting and rolling his hips as Ellery takes hiking breaths that shake and hum.

Breathing heavy, everything returns to stillness as Noah tries to collect himself and Ellery wipes his mouth, swallowing. With shaking hands, Noah pulls his boxers and his pants back up over his hips. He’s so sensitive even the feeling of the fabric against him is too much.

It’s quiet out. How loud had they been? How loud had Noah been? Shit.

With fragile and fleeting pets to Ellery’s head, he takes a step back to give the guy some space. “Sorry. Sorry about your… if I pulled too hard. Or… hurt you. Or anything.”

When Ellery looks up—flushed—Noah offers a hand and helps him to his feet.

He’s trembling all over, and another wave of heat slams into Noah at the sight. It’s wrapped in guilt, though, and he rubs his own arms, worried. “Uhh… I don’t know if I should… S-Sorry, that I can’t—”

“Noah, it’s fine. Really,” Ellery says quickly. He hands Noah's abandoned ball cap back to him, then pauses to give a smile that sparkles his eyes and reads sincerely, through and through. “That was… way more fun than I thought it would be. I’ll just,” he sighs, looking at the door back inside with a blush. “I’ll say goodnight, head home, and masturbate furiously for a solid hour.”

Noah straightens, thumbing the stitching of his hat and trying not to imagine Ellery’s perfect naked form sprawled out on a bed, teasing himself, maybe with a finger exploring and soft gasps as he comes undone.

What a thought.

“R-Right.”

“Okay then.” Ellery beams and squirms a little, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Uhh… thanks. For… doing that.” Noah sounds lame. He knows he does, who the fuck talks like this?

“Psh. That was as much for me as it was for you, I promise.” Ellery’s laugh fills the silent porch, giddy and dizzy, and he shakes his head and turns for the door. “I won’t tell anyone. But I hope if you see me around campus, you’ll wave.”

Noah stares after him.

He can do that. He can wave.

But he can’t do this.

“Ellery!”

The blurt startles Ellery, who spins around and watches Noah curiously with large eyes. The understanding and quietude he holds is unnerving, enough so that Noah loses his gall and falters back into safety.

“I’ll… I’ll see you around?” he asks, scuffing his shoes against one another and glancing between Ellery and the porch boards.

It’s gradual, but Ellery’s smile grows 'till it breaks into a rosy grin.

“I hope so.”