Noah Sebastian//one shots

Night In

The sound of the water cascading down the tiled walls enveloped the bathroom like a warm hug, steam rising to blur the edges of the world outside the small sanctuary. I sighed contentedly, enjoying the solitude after a hectic day of work. The rhythm of the water was soothing, and I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift. "Hey, Noah!" I called out, leaning my head back into the cascading water. "Can you come in here for a sec?" I heard his footsteps approach, the familiar creak of the bathroom door creaking open, punctuating the hush of the steam-filled room.

"What's up?" he asked, his voice smooth as it always was. "Are you down for a Criminal Minds marathon tonight?" I asked, grinning to myself. It had quickly become a ritual of ours, binging on crime dramas and rolling our eyes at the absurdities of the plotlines while eating popcorn and drinking a few. "Yeah I'm down," his voice had a slight edge to it, like he was only half-listening. I peeked through the steamed up glass, briefly catching a glimpse of him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking especially relaxed in his faded gray t-shirt.

"Great! I can't wait to see The way you squirm at the creepy parts. It's priceless," I teased, letting out a laugh. Noah chuckled, but there was something else behind that laugh—a lingering silence that felt heavy in the air. I glanced over, curiosity piqued, and noticed he was staring, his gaze fixed on the glass shower walls where steam mingled with droplets of water.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, playfully splashing water in his direction. He blinked, suddenly like a deer caught in headlights, the blush creeping up to his cheeks evident even from where I stood. " yeah, just... can we talk when you get out? I'm literally getting hard watching you shower right now." he admitted, bluntly. Scratching his head, his eyes darting away, though they lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. The realization of what he'd said hung between us, thick and charged.

My heart raced, a cocktail of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through me. "Oh," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, the steam turning us both a little breathless. "Sorry, it's kind of hard not to," he laughed. "You know, the fog and you look a little too good." He smirked. "Thanks?" I said, unsure of how to respond, a nervous laugh escaping me. He turned away, but not before I caught the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans.

The tension shifted, electrifying the air around us, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement there too, blurring the lines we'd always kept between us. "Okay, I'll be quick," I assured him, suddenly hyper-aware of my own body and the droplets that clung to my skin. It felt like we had crossed an invisible threshold, yet neither of us was ready to acknowledge it just yet. "Take your time," he said teasingly, as he turned to walk out, pausing at the door.

"But unless you want to be the one who has to explain why I'm walking around with a boner, I'd suggest you hurry." As the door clicked shut, I couldn't help but laugh, a blend of nerves and something else bubbling beneath the surface.  After rinsing away the day's fatigue, I stepped out, the warmth of steam swirling around me as I wrapped a towel snugly around myself. I glanced around, ensuring I was alone, a smile creeping onto my face at the thought of having the house to myself with Noah.

I rummaged through the pile of clean clothes thrown haphazardly on the counter and pulled out one of Noah's oversized t-shirts. It fell delightfully to my mid-thigh, the fabric soft and comforting against my damp skin. As I slid on a pair of underwear, I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth at how casually sexy the ensemble was. When I emerged from the bathroom, a wave of confidence washed over me.

I found Noah lounging on the couch, the glow of the television illuminating his features as he flipped through the streaming options, searching for our show. His eyes flickered to me, and for a brief second, he froze, his brows raised in surprise before a smirk broke across his face. "Nice shirt," he teased, his gaze lingering on me, undeniably captivated. I smirked back, walking over to where he sat. I could feel the weight of his attention on me as I settled down beside him, nestling into the cushions of the couch.