To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

2. Can't Help But Admire

Heath

The sound of my convers hitting the floor is muffled by the grey carpet sprawled over most of Noah's room. He shouted to me to make sure I have them off if I'm going to lie on his bed. 

Or, I think that's what he said? It's kind of hard to hear him over the running shower. He went in there quickly after we got out of the car and told me to make myself comfortable. 

"Don't break anything, or I'll spank you raw." Is what he really said, but I'm choosing to read between the lines. Not that I wouldn't mind him doing that anyway.

Stretching an arm behind my head, I scroll  on my phone as I shout a conversation to him. I much prefer being here than at home. Firstly because I'm not subjected to the smell of cheap liquor and shit drugs on the daily. 

I should probably care more that my mom is spending her night in a setting where it will be even easier to get access to all of that and more. But, I really don't give a fuck! Let my other relatives take care of her addicted ass for once. I deserve a decent day for once this year. 

I'm switching off my phone when the conversation goes null and  I hear the showerhead go silent. There is a bit of rummaging inside, before Noah opens the door.

I have to close my legs when I see him. His body is completely soaked from his shower, only blocked by a white towel that's wrapped around his wide waist. He didn't dry himself much, only enough that he's not dripping. The light in the room shines off his bulging muscles. It's like they're poking out to me and I want to bury my face in his huge pecs and let them bounce.

Fuck! I've gotten hard over Noah many times, but I was hoping it would never happen when he's in the same fucking room! Only ever when I'm using using my peach coloured dildo on myself, and imagining that it's him fucking me. 

Everyone at the studio knows how attractive he is. I did before I even became friends with him. Barely a day went by in b-troupe without me hearing about someone thirsting over him or a recent hook-up that they actually had with him. The thoughts of doing it myself weren't that frequent. More a thing of curiosity than anything. Of-course they've gotten worse now with the fact that I consider him a friend. 

My cock is getting really fucking irritating in my pants. But, I'm not helping it by trailing my eyes down the light hairs going from his belly-button to under the towel, and imaging how big his is. 

"You alright there?" He asks, breaking me from my thoughts, as he grabs a shirt to put on.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm fine. Just-" Imagining tearing down that piece of cloth, getting on my knees, and choking on that- "thinking about my mom. Hoping she's alright."

He gives me a sympathetic look, which I would fucking hate if I wasn't trying to focus on anything else but his nude body only a foot away from me. I have to snap my head towards the wall when he bends over to put on a pair of boxers. Even though I really want to get a look at that hot pair of thick, muscular cheeks. 

I have to hold in a moan/gasp as he sits next to me, in just a black tank-top and plaid, red boxers. His toned thigh rubs against mine, and I almost finish just from that. 

Still, I can't help but curl into him as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me back to lie next to him. Noah is not exactly a physically affectionate person. (Unless it comes to sex.) So, it's always nice when he does stuff like this.

"How about we watch the next episode of Sweet Tooth to take your mind off it?"