A Younger Man (30 page)

Laughing softly, Zane pressed kisses all across Noah’s chest, quickly losing himself to the desire that constantly ignited in him whenever he was allowed to touch Noah’s warm, firm flesh. No longer merely teasing, Zane moaned and eagerly licked across Noah’s nipple, loving the shape and feel of the bronze-colored disc pebbling against his tongue. As Zane licked again and then nibbled on the tiny tip, Noah squirmed against the bed and his breathing became shallow.

Loving Noah’s quiet responses, Zane grazed his way across Noah’s wide chest with soft touches and gave the same attention to his other nipple. This time, he bit a little harder into the surrounding golden skin. Noah jerked and grabbed hold of the blanket with both hands, twisting the fabric into tight bundles on either side of his hips.

The smells of Noah’s growing arousal mingled with the powder scent of the wipes he’d used to clean himself; the unique mix tickled at Zane’s nose and kicked his desire up another notch. Nobody smelled quite like Noah, and Zane had never responded to a person’s scent as completely as he did to this man’s. With a low moan, Zane licked his way down Noah’s flat stomach, eager to taste him again and learn even more about what he liked and what made him hot and hard enough to come.

Pressed up rigidly, covering Noah’s belly button, sat Noah’s cock. The head was deep red in color and early ejaculate already pearled in the slit.
Oh my.
As Zane looked, his own cock twitched and hardened against the soft flannel blanket. Noah’s penis was a temptation too great for Zane to ignore. He licked across the top, gathering the salty precum on this tongue. The flavor of Noah exploded on Zane’s taste buds, and Zane eagerly swirled his way around the glans, hungry to learn every inch of Noah’s cock. Zane took the thick head into his mouth for a gentle suck, and Noah bucked and tunneled his hands into Zane’s hair. Words seemed to elude the man, but every muscle in his body strained and his fingers curled into the back of Zane’s head. Zane interpreted the message in one way:
Fuck, that’s good. Do more.

Zane’s blood raced and his nerves tingled in complete agreement with Noah’s silent request. He’d never studied his own prick or thought of its appearance, but God, Zane didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as glorious, compelling, or enticing as Noah’s erect penis. Every vein, thickly engorged with blood, called to him, and he ran the tip of his tongue along each, up and down from head to root, learning and loving the roadmap that was Noah’s stiff cock. With every glide of Zane’s tongue, the member swelled before him, and quickly another fat bead of early seed filled the slit.

Saliva pooled in Zane’s mouth, as if he was staring at a meal and he hadn’t filled his belly in weeks. He sipped the liquid again, savoring that small essence of Noah. Not satisfied to play around the fringes anymore, this time Zane parted his lips fully and went down on Noah’s cock, stuffing as much of the thick length into his mouth as he could without gagging. Hot salty man filled Zane’s mouth.
Oh God, yes.
The taste shot adrenaline straight into Zane’s heart, buzzing him with renewed energy and need. Above him Noah made a rough noise and pulled at Zane’s hair, and each gesture added to Zane’s pleasure. Zane immediately withdrew but then quickly took Noah into his mouth again, sucking inexpertly but eagerly, desperate for more of Noah, however he could get him.

Knowing Noah was too big and he wouldn’t be able to get the man down his throat, Zane wrapped his hand around half of Noah’s length and began jerking him off in time with each deep bob and retreat along the upper half of his prick. Noah tensed even more and spread his legs higher and wider, as if offering every inch of his shaft and sac to Zane. Zane had never wanted a gift more. He threw his other hand into the mix and took Noah’s balls in hand, rolling their hot weight in his palm and squeezing just enough, to a point where he hoped it would feel good but not hurt.

Noah writhed on the bed, and Zane looked up to see glazed passion thickening the chocolate in his eyes. Noah’s open desire filled Zane too, spurring him on to do even more. Sucking hard one more time on Noah’s shaft, Zane then moved down to his balls and lapped over every centimeter he could reach, almost as if he were trying to bathe the whole sac with his tongue.

Noah groaned, something feral and deep from his gut. He put his hand over Zane’s and guided him to continue stroking the full length of his shaft. “Ohhh fuck…” Noah sucked in air, the sound hissing through his clenched teeth. “What you do to me. Christ… Yeah.” He pumped his hips up into the drag on his shaft. “That’s so good.” As Zane took up a harder, whipping stroke up and down Noah’s length, Noah reached across the lip of the headboard with both arms, the span making his muscles flex and pop in the most stunningly beautiful display. Noah looked down at Zane with deep smoke inking the color in his eyes. “You’re gonna make me come too fast.”

Zane wanted exactly that. He wanted to give Noah such pleasure he couldn’t help losing himself, just as Noah had repeatedly done to him. Zane tongued Noah’s weighty sac all over one last time and then licked his way back up the underside of his cock, not stopping until he reached the head. This time, not even giving himself a moment to breathe, Zane took Noah all the way into his mouth again, sucking as hard as he could, and then pushed Noah deeper, toward the back of his throat.

He didn’t even need to get fully there. The second the thick tip of Noah’s cock kissed the soft palate in Zane’s mouth, Noah arced off the bed and roared his release through the motel room walls. Instantly thick lines of tart, salty cum poured into Zane’s mouth, coating his throat and tongue and roof of his mouth—everywhere. The taste of Noah took Zane over, seeped into his very being. Zane moaned and took it all, getting hard as hell as he swallowed the proof of Noah’s pleasure.

Before Zane had a chance to lick Noah and taste him some more, Noah cuffed his hand around the back of Zane’s neck and hauled him up until they were face-to-face. Still breathing heavily, his features almost savage, Noah ordered, “Work yourself off on me.” He arranged Zane in a straddle against his right thigh. “I can fucking feel how much you need to come.”

No thought of how he might look or if this was strange, Zane nodded and braced himself on the bed. Targeted on Noah’s dark stare, Zane rocked himself against Noah’s leg, rubbing his sensitized, stiff cock again and again on Noah’s thigh.
Oh shit. Yes.
The coarse hairs on Noah’s leg attacked Zane’s shaft in the most insanely wonderful way. Quickly Zane picked up speed, pumping and grinding himself harder and harder against Noah’s leg, unable to stop or slow down.

Whipping his dick against Noah repeatedly, Zane parted his lips, struggling to breathe. “Oh fuck … Noah … Noah…” Every nerve ending in Zane’s prick and balls screamed for release. Zane looked to Noah, and the sight of his harshly handsome face only made Zane grind himself harder, in a frenzy. “I want to come.” The coiling within Zane twisted tighter, but he couldn’t seem to reach the place to make the wire snap. “Help me come.”

Noah surged and smashed his mouth against Zane’s, forcing his way inside for a voracious, invasive kiss. The moment their lips came together and their tongues slid against one another in an aggressive battle, Zane’s entire body went stiff as a board. Then Noah pulled back, swiped just the very tip of his tongue against Zane’s upper lip, and whispered, “My Zane.” On the spot, Zane shivered and came. Holding in position, with Noah doing the same, Zane pulsed from deep within, and with each sharp beat he spilled himself against Noah’s thigh.

In the aftermath, as if someone had unplugged him and taken away the juice, Zane collapsed on top of Noah, fully spent.

Noah went lax under Zane too. Exhaling, he ran his hand down Zane’s back, stroking him. “That was one hell of a round two.”

Grinning, Zane shifted, put his chin on Noah’s chest, and tried to give the man his best sexy smile. “It begs the question, what the heck are we going to think up for round three?”

Noah rubbed his thumb across Zane’s lips, making Zane tingle all over again.

Just as Noah brushed his hand up Zane’s cheek, Zane went from tingly to his heart plummeting into his stomach. “Oh crap.” He pulled Noah’s wrist closer to his face, double-checking the time on his watch. Processing the lateness of the hour, Zane groaned and banged his forehead against Noah’s chest. Looking up at Noah out of one eye, he said, “If I don’t get to the mechanic’s to pick up the car in about ten minutes I’m going to be late to pick up Duncan and Hailey.” Without many options after school had let out, Zane had parted with some of his precious paycheck to sign up his brother and sister for summer activities at the youth center.

A rumbling noise went through Noah too. “Yeah, me too.” He drew little circles with his fingers against Zane’s buttocks. “Seth spent the day with Matt, but he has a date tonight, so I need to get home to Matt too.”

His cheek resting on his hand, Zane looked up at Noah, his heart swelling with sweeter pain with every second he stared. “I’m at the restaurant all day and part of the evening tomorrow,” he shared softly. “I probably won’t see you.”

Noah’s mouth pulled down in a harsh line. “No, probably not.”

Aching to take that hardness away, Zane added, “But the day after that, we’ll have all afternoon together. Even if we’re only working, it’s still something.”

“I’m already looking forward to it.” With his hand cupped on Zane’s bare ass, Noah got another one of his naughty grins. “And we can always make out in the truck between jobs.”

Shifting up to rest his weight on his elbows, Zane quirked both brows at the sexy man beneath him. “You have a very clever, sinful mind, Noah Maitland. Have I ever told you that?”

Noah lifted a brow right back. “What I have is a perpetually stiff dick when I’m around you, and that forces me to be creative. Now get your sweet ass up,” he smacked Zane’s buttocks, firmly enough to sting, “before the feel of you rubbing all close against me forces me to pull over the truck and take care of another hard-on on the ride home.”

After pushing up to stand beside the bed, Zane grabbed some more wipes and then handed the box over to Noah. As he cleaned up, he watched Noah, and a longing unlike anything he’d ever experienced washed over and left him aching. An idea came to him, but he bit his lip to prevent the suggestion from escaping. Nervousness made Zane’s belly flutter, but such hunger lived there too that it beat out the sliver of uncertainty and fear.

“Listen,” Zane tugged on Noah’s hand to get him to look up, “I know you usually like your quiet during lunch, but if you’d like to come by the restaurant tomorrow during your lunch hour, I could make something for you, and we could eat together.”

Noah’s stare softened to warm, rich syrup. He rubbed his hand against his chest, over his heart. “Hell, Zane.” His voice gruff, he moved in and scraped a kiss to Zane’s cheek. “That is the nicest offer of a meal anyone has ever made to me. Yes. We definitely have a date for lunch tomorrow.”

The fluttering moved from Zane’s stomach to his chest. “I like that. A date.”

His voice soft as well, Noah murmured, “Me too.” Then, he openly looked Zane over from top to bottom. Growling, Noah leaned down and stole another kiss. “But seriously, though, get dressed. You need to cover all that gorgeousness up or I’ll toss you onto that table again and make us both late.”

As much as Zane wanted to test Noah’s threat, responsibility for his siblings made him quickly scramble into his clothes.

Two days, though. Less than forty-eight hours and he would be with Noah for an entire afternoon.

Zane couldn’t wait.

* * * *

“Oh God.” Violence in Noah’s stomach lurched him from sleep. Everything in his gut roiled, heading north fast. He covered his mouth and rushed for his bathroom in the shadows, light from a crescent moon coming through a big window to guide his way. Noah didn’t even get time to kneel and aim for the toilet. He retched into the bathtub, throwing up the contents of his dinner and evening snack—and maybe even the lunch he’d shared with Zane—in heaving waves.

Goddammit, Noah had taken one look at Mrs. Tannen yesterday afternoon and known the woman was ill. He’d helped his kids through enough bugs and viruses over the years to recognize sickness, and Mrs. Tannen had that telltale look about her eyes that said she was under the weather. She’d stayed right at Noah’s side, though, through every single one of a half dozen little fixes she’d needed in her small home, chatting, and Noah had just prayed that whatever she had wasn’t airborne.

So much for that prayer answered.

Noah slid to the floor, his legs suddenly shakier than a newborn colt. He barely sucked in one clean breath of air though, when another contraction slammed through his abdomen. Bile surged up his esophagus, and Noah shifted just enough to vomit into the tub rather than all over the floor.

The taste of rancid, bitter acid took over Noah’s mouth, but once he’d spilled his guts a second time, he fell back against the wall, spent. His muscles quivered too much to move to the sink for his toothbrush. Beyond that, the mere thought of minty toothpaste in his mouth sent a violent spasm through Noah’s stomach and had him over the bathtub, heaving bile again.

Oh Christ.
Noah didn’t even have the energy to wipe the clammy sweat off his face.
I feel like I’m gonna die.

He fell back against the wall, out of energy. Eventually Noah would have to get back to his bedroom and the phone. There was no way he could leave his cabin to work today. He needed to make a call.

* * * *

Zane drove along the gravel road toward Noah’s cabin, worry filling him as he mentally reread Noah’s text that had come to him an hour ago. Usually Zane got a call or a text from Noah telling him the address of the job he was working and where Zane should join him. The text usually came about fifteen minutes before Zane’s shift ended at the restaurant. Today Noah’s text had come in around noon, and it had read:
No work this afternoon. Caught a bug yesterday. Okay now. Just need to sleep it off. Miss you. Enjoy free afternoon.—N