Stood Up

Chapter Nine

Noah was humming into his coffee when David entered his office. He was the only one who didn't bother to knock. Everyone else knew better.

"Why are you so happy this morning?" David let his gaze drift to the window behind Noah. It was raining. Heavily and it had been raining for hours.

"No real reason," Noah replied.

"Bullshit, but fine, keep your secrets," David said and sat down opposite Noah.

"Why are you here, David?" Noah asked with a smile. He was happy. He had been happy ever since Kyle had said that he was in love with them. It had been nearly a week ago, but the warm glow he felt upon hearing the words wasn't fading.

"I work here," David replied.

"Yes, in your own office, which is bigger and nicer than mine by the way," Noah said. "We just finished a big joined project, so...?"

David sighed. "Just let me hide out here for a bit okay?"

"Fine," Noah said.

"No, 'You owe me one'?" David asked.

"I'm in a good mood."

"Yes, that much is obvious," David said. He was trying to pry without really prying and Noah appreciated it, but he wanted to keep this to himself a bit longer.

David got up from the chair and went over to the coffee maker Noah had in his office. He busied himself making coffee while Noah started on his emails.
He didn't mind having David here. It wasn't the first time he was hiding out at Noah's office either. It wasn't like David was going to disturb his work, so Noah let David hide out and got to work.

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"I'm ready," Kyle said after a light dinner at his place that Saturday. Noah liked Kyle's place, it was warm and soft and masculine. It was all Kyle. It smelled like Kyle too.

"For what? Dessert, because yes, I am ready for that too," Emily said. They had gotten cream puffs from a bakery they all liked on the way to Kyle's. They were sitting on the counter in the kitchen waiting to be eaten.

"Yes, dessert too, but that is not what I mean," Kyle said and looked first at his hands and then at the wall behind Noah. "I mean, I'm ready to get fucked."

Noah needed a minute to process that statement.

"Wait, I mean, we do fuck all the time so does that mean that you want Noah to fuck you?" Emily asked gently.

"Make love. I would make love to you, Kyle," Noah said, because it seemed important; that distinction in this very moment. Yes, they fucked and it was good, fuck, was it ever good, but he wanted to take Kyle apart slowly, gently and lovingly. He wanted Kyle to feel loved and cherished.

Kyle blushed. "Yeah, I am ready for that."

Noah wasn't going to ask him if he was sure, he obviously was sure, or he wouldn't have said he wanted Noah's dick inside him. Noah had to trust Kyle to know what he wanted.

"Tonight?" Noah asked.

"I – would it be weird if I said yes?" Kyle replied. "I've been thinking about it. A lot and today the whole day I've been imagining how it would feel to have you inside me."

Noah got up from the very comfortable armchair he had been sitting in and crossed over to where Kyle was sitting on the sofa. He crouched down and took Kyle's hands in his, messaging them gently.

"We can do it tonight," Noah said.

"You want to?" Kyle asked, licking his lips.

"Yeah, I really want to," Noah answered.