Michael Afton/Noah(Ennard) (My AU)

Conversation

Noah and Michael have been dating for a while. But they've never really done much in the physical intimacy department. Sure, they've kissed, and gotten a little heated, but they haven't done anything past that.

And that's not because they don't want to, or they aren't comfortable with each other. They just... haven't.

This is relevant because Chris decides to ask Noah a question, that triggers a slightly uncomfortable conversation.

"So, have you and Mike had sex yet?" Chris asks, floating in the air next to a sleeping Oscar, his lover, who's slumped in an armchair in the living room.

Noah chokes, coughs, and rasps, "Sorry, what?" Because he's pretty damn sure he misheard that. There's no way that he heard that correctly.

"I asked if you and Michael have had sex yet," Chris repeats. "You've been together long enough."

Noah rubs the back of his neck nervously, trying to dodge the question. "Why do you ask? Have you and...?"

Chris flushes, gently brushing the back of his hand over Oscar's forehead, sweeping a few strands of hair away. "Yeah. I mean, not all the way, but... yeah."

Noah raises an eyebrow. Okay, so maybe those spots aren't mosquito bites after all. "Oh. Well, maybe don't tell Will that."

Chris snorts. "I'd like to keep Oscar around for a little longer, thanks." He pauses. "You didn't answer my question, though."

Noah grimaces. "Was hoping you wouldn't notice that." He sighs. "No, we haven't."

"Why?"

He shrugs. "We just haven't. Usually, when we get headed in that direction, something else happens that interrupts us."

Chris frowns. "Hmm. What if there was a day that there were not interruptions?"

Noah shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not sure if he would want to, and I don't want to do anything that would make him uncomfortable. I don't even know if he's interested in that kind of stuff, or if he's asexual, and I just..." He opens and closes his hands, trying to physically grasp the right words. "I just don't want to ruin what we have. That's all."

Chris smiles. "I see why he likes you." He drops to the ground on both feet and leans over to whisper, "And for the record, you won't ruin anything."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Noah wonders, watching Chris levitate Oscar up and out of the room. He's distracted, of course, by a... very detailed picture of him and Mike that his brain supplies. Face flushed, he quickly ducks into a bathroom before anyone asks questions.