Silence Says | ✓

Chapter 12

They made it until just past lunchtime the next day before ending up with their hands all over one another again. Toby's issues were a good excuse for the two of them not to show up to their afternoon activity.

Toby poked Noah's erection, concealed but not entirely constrained by the loose fabric of his shorts, with a tentative finger.

"Having fun?" Noah asked, hands resting behind his head as he lay reclined on Toby's bed.

Toby nodded and prodded at it again. He could feel its heat through Noah's shorts. Toby wasn't game enough to actually do more than poke at it and Noah wasn't pushing. It was just... with their clothes on, there were only so many things they could do, so many options. As soon as the pants came off there would be far fewer limitations. Toby wasn't sure he'd be able to keep things under his control anymore.

Toby pushed it down, then watch it spring up again as far as the fabric of Noah's shorts would allow. It was bigger than Toby's, though not to the point of being frightening or making Toby feel self conscious. The whole of Noah was larger than Toby, so it only made sense.

It didn't even occur to Toby to make this about more than his own curiosity until he noticed the way Noah was responding to his touch. Noah looked mostly relaxed, but his hand was clenching at his hair and he was chewing his lip. When Toby dragged his fingers over the tent in Noah's pants, Noah inhaled sharply and bit down on his lip.

Watching Noah's face, Toby rubbed his palm downwards.

The gasp Noah gave in response turned into a laugh. "You're smiling. You practically never smile. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Aren't you?"

"Clearly."

Toby rubbed his palm down again and Noah's back arched off the bed. After a couple more rubs Toby's other hand wandered to his own crotch and began giving it the same treatment, matching the pressure and speed of the one on Noah's. It was amazing how much more Toby's own hand could affect him when he had Noah's flushed face and tensing muscles to look at. The straining heat pressing against his other hand didn't hurt his arousal either.

If Toby had been on his own his current method probably wouldn't have gotten him very far. With Noah there, though... Toby stopped touching himself before they had a repeat of the previous night. "I'm going to go take a shower now."

Noah grinned. "Where are the rest of those tissues?"

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They made it to Saturday without Toby getting upset once. Having Noah, truly having him, made things far easier.

It was just past midday and Toby was catching up on his reading while Noah was out getting some exercise with his more physically active friends. Noah had promised to be back before one with lunch, though, because that was when Toby's foster mum was supposed to visit.

There was a knock on the cabin door at twenty past twelve, which was... wrong. Sure his foster mum had said she'd be there at about one, he'd known her timing wouldn't be exact, but forty minutes was well off and she knew how important it was to him for things to happen when expected. Noah might not be back for another half hour and that would just throw everything off. Toby set his book aside and got up to answer the door.

The person at the door was not, in fact, Toby's foster mum. Much too male. Toby thought at first that the man must have the wrong cabin, but then he noticed his eyes. Pale blue, just like Noah's. No, not like Noah's at all. Noah's eyes had never been that cold.

"Is Noah here?" the man, presumably Noah's dad, asked, looking past Toby into the cabin.

"No."

"Where is he?" Noah's dad asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.