Chapter 39: After the Side of the Highway
The heavy dorm room door clicked shut, sealing them in a silence that felt louder than the truck’s engine ever had. The only light came from a dusty desk lamp, throwing Noah’s shadow, monstrous and elongated, against the cinderblock wall. Taichi stood just inside, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, the scent of hay and their own spent passion still clinging to his skin.Noah didn’t speak. He just looked at him, his green eyes dark in the low light, stripping Taichi bare far more effectively than he had in the truck. The easy grin was gone, replaced by a stark, hungry intensity that made Taichi’s breath catch.Then Noah moved.It wasn’t the frantic rush of the roadside. This was deliberate, a prowl. He crossed the space in three long strides and pinned Taichi against the cool wall next to the framed photo of his father. The kiss was a claiming, deep and consuming, all tongue and teeth and a low groan that vibrated through Taichi’s chest. Noah’s hands, those calloused ranch-work hands, cupped his face, holding him there as if he might vanish.
“Been thinkin’ about this all goddamn day,” Noah muttered against his mouth, his voice raspy.His thumbs traced the line of Taichi’s jaw. “Since I saw you at practice.Since this morning. Since the fucking truck.”
Taichi could only nod, his own hands fisting in the soft fabric of Noah’s t-shirt. He was pulled forward, and they stumbled together toward the bed, a clumsy, connected tangle of limbs. Noah’s belt buckle clattered to the floor. Taichi’s shirt was dragged over his head and discarded somewhere near the denim jacket on the chair.
Then Noah pushed him down onto the narrow mattress, the springs groaning in protest. He loomed over Taichi, his gaze traveling the length of his body with a possessiveness that sent a hot shiver through Taichi’s veins. “Just wanna look for a minute,” Noah said, almost to himself.
He started at Taichi’s throat, dipping his head to lick a slow, wet stripe over his collarbone. His mouth was hot, insistent, moving lower. He took a nipple between his lips, worrying it with his teeth until Taichi arched off the bed with a sharp gasp. Noah just grinned, a wicked, darkened version of his sunny smile, and moved to the other one, his hand splaying across Taichi’s stomach to hold him down.
“Noah—” Taichi breathed, his fingers finding purchase in Noah’s sun-streaked hair.
“Shhh.” The command was gentle, but absolute. Noah continued his descent, kissing a trail down the taut plane of Taichi’s abdomen, tongue dipping into his navel. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Taichi’s jeans and briefs and dragged them down in one rough motion. The cool dorm air hit Taichi’s flushed skin, followed immediately by the scorching heat of Noah’s exhale against his erect cock.Noah didn’t take him in his mouth.Not yet. He nuzzled the thatch of dark hair, inhaling deeply, then pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the very tip, a maddening tease. He moved lower, his hands spreading Taichi’s thighs wider, pushing his knees toward his chest.
Taichi knew what was coming, and the anticipation coiled tight in his gut. He felt exposed, utterly vulnerable, and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.
Noah’s tongue found his balls first, a lazy, rolling lick that made Taichi jerk. Then it slid lower, through the cleft of his ass, a blunt, wet pressure against his hole.
“Fuck, Noah…”
Noah’s answer was a low, hungry sound.He spread Taichi wider, his grip firm, and leaned in. The first lick was a revelation—hot, wet, impossibly intimate. Taichi cried out, a broken sound he muffled with his own arm.Noah didn’t let up. He licked a firm, flat stripe over him, then circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing it open. Then he pushed his tongue inside.Taichi saw stars. It was an invasion, lewd and perfect, Noah’s tongue fucking into him with a rhythm that was slow, then faster, then deep and probing.The obscene, slick sounds filled the quiet room. Taichi’s hips bucked, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything. Noah held him down effortlessly, his stubble rough against Taichi’s sensitive skin.
“You taste so good,” Noah growled, his voice muffled against him. “So fuckin’ good.” He sealed his mouth over the hole and sucked, and Taichi nearly came right then, his vision whitening at the edges.
Just when Taichi thought he couldn’t take anymore, that he would shatter from the sensation, Noah pulled back.Taichi heard the click of a cap, the squirt of lube. He was trembling, every nerve alight.Noah moved over him, aligning their bodies. The broad, slick head of Noah’s cock pressed against him, a blunt, impossible promise. Noah’s eyes found his, the green almost black with need.“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Taichi obeyed, his gaze locking onto Noah’s as Noah pushed forward.
It was a slow, relentless invasion. The stretch was breathtaking, a deep, burning fullness that stole the air from Taichi’s lungs. He moaned, long and low, as Noah sank deeper, deeper, until their hips were flush, until Taichi felt him everywhere.
Noah stayed there, buried to the hilt, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. A sheen of sweat gleamed on his chest.“Christ, Tai… you’re so tight. Gonna kill me.”
Then he moved.
He pulled back almost all the way and drove back in with a hard, smooth stroke that punched a ragged moan from Taichi’s throat. Noah set a punishing pace from the start, each thrust a deep, accurate piston that dragged perfectly against Taichi’s prostate. The bedframe slammed rhythmically against the wall.
“That’s it,” Noah grunted, his hands gripping Taichi’s hips hard enough to bruise.“Take it. Take all of me.”
Taichi was beyond words. Pleasure, raw and electric, crackled up his spine with every slam of Noah’s hips.He was being unmade, forged anew in the heat of this. Noah leaned down, capturing his mouth in a sloppy, breathless kiss, their tongues tangling.
“Wanna see you come,” Noah rasped against his lips. He reached between them, his big hand wrapping around Taichi’s slick, leaking cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, the rhythm perfectly synchronized, an overwhelming dual assault.
The pressure built, a coil wound to its breaking point.Noah’s thrusts became harder, more erratic. “Gonna come inside you,” he warned, his voice guttural.“Gonna fill you up. Come for me, Tai. Now.”
The command, the feel of Noah’s hand on him, the deep, fucking perfection of his cock hitting that spot—it was too much. Taichi’s back arched off the bed as his orgasm ripped through him, a white-hot wave of ecstasy. His cry was raw, unfiltered, as his release spilled over Noah’s fist and onto his own stomach in hot, pulsing stripes.
The clenching of Taichi’s body around him was Noah’s undoing. With a ragged groan that sounded almost pained, Noah drove in one last, deep time, shuddering as he came. Taichi felt the hot, liquid pulse of it inside him, a intimate, claiming heat. Noah collapsed on top of him, his weight solid and comforting, his face buried in the sweat-damp hollow of Taichi’s neck.
For long minutes, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant hum of a campus generator. The world, with all its rules and eyes and expectations, stayed on the other side of the door.
Noah finally shifted, rolling to the side but pulling Taichi with him, keeping them joined. He pressed a soft, unexpected kiss to Taichi’s temple. His fingers traced idle patterns on Taichi’s shoulder.
Taichi stared at the cracked plaster ceiling, feeling the slow leak of Noah’s release inside him, feeling the profound, terrifying truth of it settle in his bones. This was more than a hungry fuck in a truck.This was something else.Something that could ruin them both.
“My dad calls tomorrow,” Noah said quietly, his drawl softened by exhaustion.“Video call. Wants to talk about the finals in Lubbock.”
The words were a cold splash of reality. Taichi closed his eyes. The photo on the wall, just visible from the bed, seemed to stare right at them.