Mitch and Noah

Noah~Morning After

Waking up with the worst headache of his life was an understatement as Noah shielded his eyes from the small ray of sun daring to shine through the curtains straight into his face.

"Ugh...What time is it?"

"I don't know, but could you keep it down? Some of us had to keep an eye on their friend all night to ensure they didn't puke and aspirate or something."

Noah jumped as he looked at the lump beside him that was Grace.

The blanket lifted just enough for an evil eye to be shot in his direction, and then yanked back closed as he chuckled and climbed up from the bed wobbly, the smell of the night before's alcohol on his clothes making him nauseous.

"Haha, thanks for that, and no worries, your highness, you can get all the beauty sleep you need, as I'm going to shower."

"Oh, thank God, I didn't want to say anything, but...ew."

Noah removed his shirt to throw at the laughing lump in his bed as he headed to the bathroom to take a hot, refreshing shower.

The shower and a pain med had him once again feeling like his usual self, and as he went to find his phone, he saw Grace had been so kind as to plug it in to charge the evening before as well.

He really owed her big time.

Thoughts of the plan to get her to date again had him grinning to himself as he figured she would be thanked by him soon enough.

Looking at his phone he saw he had 6 messages and 5 missed calls from a number he thought he recognized but was not saved on his phone.

A feeling of dread overtook him as he opened the first message, but it went away quickly to be replaced with something much more positive as he realized they were from dreamy lawyer Mitch.

"Now why were YOU calling me, sexy?"

"Who are you talking to?"

Noah almost dropped the phone as he spun around to Grace in a blanket heading into the bathroom.

"You scared the SHIT out of me. Jesus. Don't do that."

She laughed maniacally as she closed the door behind her, and Noah focused again on the messages.

:Hey, It's Mitch. So, I think you're cute...and funny. Anyway, just making sure you made it home ok:

Noah felt his cheeks redden with delight at the fact that he was being checked up on and possibly flirted with.

He knew that Mitch had been called by Grace to help pick him up, just in case she didn't get there fast enough, and thankfully he had not been needed.

If he had, Noah might have embarrassed himself completely.

: Mitch again. Do you like Jägerbombs? If you do, you might just be perfect for me.:

: Ummm...forget that last message, I'm obviously a little tipsy.:

Noah heard the shower turn on in the bathroom as he walked back to his bedroom with the phone gripped in hand, locking the door behind him.

He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he could take a few more peeks at the stomach-churning messages before deleting them and pretending they hadn't been sent, as that would just be too much complication.

He hoped the thought might help his heart stay in check as he listened to the drunken voicemail.

"So, I finally escaped my work bully, the pestiest of all pests, so I could call you. I know we don't know each other that well, but, if I'm being honest, you're fucking hot, I mean, like out of this world gorgeous, and to think you have a crush on me!? That you...rubbed it...to me. Well, that's pretty great. Plus we both like little sandwiches! We could eat them every day together. The point is I--HEY! Go away! Stop it asswipe or else I-"

Noah stood by his bed in shock as he processed the drunken confession message that the man of his literal dreams had sent HIM.

His brain was lost again in irresponsible daydream as he looked to the door to ensure it was locked before lying on his bed.

He felt a mixture of complete embarrassment that Mitch had obviously somehow heard his own drunken confessions the night before, but also extremely horny at the thought that Mitch had probably whipped his own out last night with him in mind.

He knew if he wanted to even attempt to get over the perfect lawyer with the crooked smile, he would have to temporarily indulge in what his achingly hard front was begging for.

Part of him was extraordinarily tempted to just indulge in his fantasies with Mitch, who he now knew would most likely be more than willing.

It could either be a really good time, or maybe tasting the real thing would bring him out of the weird la-la-land that he was finding himself being swayed by.

His heart beat quickly as he rubbed his front through his blue, checkered pajama pants with his left hand, finally reaching under his waistline for his throbbing need.

Rubbing fast, with long base-to-shaft strokes of desperation, Noah used his abnormally leaky cock head to lube up.

He imagined Mitch, smiling his crooked smile, eyes shining as he railed him from the front. Lifting his knees some and letting his legs fall to the side, his other hand reached down to play with his twitching hole. He could practically feel Mitch holding his legs, staring and panting with need as he penetrated.

Noah tried hard to keep in quiet as he orgasmed hard to Mitch's pleasure face, or what his mind had imagined it to look like. It all was much messier than he was used to, as the texts and voicemail had fueled his desire's release to a body-trembling level.

As his body cooled, he rose to remove his dirtied pants and use his secret stash of wipes to clean himself.

Phone in hand, he made a split-second decision to go against everything he had ever promised himself and call Mitch to ask him on a date.

Palpations attempted to take him out as he dialed, and each ring had him ready to hang right back up. Finally, the phone connected.

"H-Hello?"

Noah balked at the phone in silence as his heart dropped to his stomach. He wasn't sure who the sleepy sounding man was who had just answered his crushes phone was, but he knew it was NOT Mitch.