Midnight sun

27 | Dylan

The small bricks of the fireplace are layered horizontally, red hues are set in an earthy tone that beacons you inside and makes you feel comfortable. We've been working on it for a few hours every day since Noah came to my house. Today is day three, and the job's almost done.

He borrowed some old work pants of mine and a ratty tank top that is too big on him. He looks absolutely delicious in it. I opted for only my old work jeans, no shirt. And now he keeps giving me heated looks, purposely letting his eyes travel over the expanse of my bare skin. I continue adjusting the mantel of the fireplace and grin. "I feel like a fine piece of meat being ogled in the butcher shop."

Noah smirks, "I'm sorry, you're just... so..."

"You don't have to flatter me anymore, you know."

"You really have no idea how completely hot you are, do you?"

"I have muscles because my job is very physical. At work, my height and muscles come in handy but I never actually thought about my looks much." And I was unsure about it since Noah appeared in my life. It's true that my self-confidence went down the drain as the years passed by.

Instead of saying anything Noah takes a few steps, reaching out his hand. It roams down my body shamelessly. "Fuck, those are some nice abs," he murmurs distractedly as he kneels down and bends to lick across my stomach slowly.

I laugh until I feel that hot, wet tongue on my skin, and it turns into a weak moan. "Glad you like it," I say shakily. "But I'm all sweaty and sticky."

"That's sort of a plus for some reason," Noah says softly as he lifts his head to look up at me with wide green eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"I guess I like a real man."

I can't hide the intensity any longer, I drop what I'm doing and thread my fingers through his short hair to stop him. Instead of stopping him, I tighten my grip, slowly bringing his head against my growing erection and his eyes sparkle mischievously.

"Fuck," he sighs. "I like that too, like when you manhandle me. When you use me for your pleasure."

I don't remember ever being this turned on by someone's words. Or having this much stamina. I'm already hard. I breathe, eyes fluttering shut, as he runs his hand over my chest. Even through my pants, I can feel the heat of his breath as he drags his nose against the head of my cock. A trickle of precum leaks from my slit, making the inside of my jeans sticky and wet. He never breaks eye contact as he flicks his tongue out, teasing the substantial bulge in my pants.

"Fuck. Need your mouth on me now," I murmur, tugging his hair and thrusting my hips.

A coy smile lights up his face as he's darting his tongue out again to track the outline of my cock, turning the denim dark with his saliva. I chuckle, deep and rough as lust crawls up my throat and threatens to choke me. With my free hand, I reach down and undo my jeans, letting my dick spring free.

"Of course, you're going commando," he whispers before pressing his tongue flat against my cock.

He puts his everything into the wet kisses he places on my balls, up my dick, until the kiss to the head turns into a firm suction. He peers up at me, and it makes my knees weak. I swear I could come from that sight alone.

"Look at you sucking cock so well." He moans, palming himself over his briefs. "Does sucking me off make you hard?" I ask. He nods as I feel his tongue dipping into my slit and suckling on my tip like it's his favorite flavor.

"You look so perfect down there on your knees for me, baby, but I think I wanna see you gag on me a little more. Can you take me deeper?"

He nods again, and I bring my other hand up to the back of his head, manoeuvring him and thrusting myself farther into his mouth. Just as I knew he would he relaxes, finally letting me in deeper, until he almost takes me to the hilt.