Our Secret

Chapter 13

Noah:

Finally, I get to spend the weekend with Ian. It was hard to believe that Ian and I had only been talking for about a week and a half. It felt like I had known him forever. I turned over to see a conscious Ian looking back at me.

"Hey." He whispered, nibbling on my ear. This was the perfect moment.

"Hey." I murmured.

Ian's hand found its way around my neck, and he pulled me closer to his chest. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I cuddled in closer. After the chance he took last night, I was ready to do anything for him. 

Interrupting our moment together was a knock at the door. Ian, startled, sprang from the bed. I quickly ran into the closet (ironically) and shut the doors just as the door opened. 

"Hey, dad." Ian spoke, louder than he had intended.

"Hey, Ian." His dad muttered, "Your mom and I thought I heard someone else up here." 

"Umm, nope just me." Ian lied.

"Well, we have to talk." Started Ian's dad. 

"Can't it wait until later?" Ian complained. Though he didn't say it, I knew he wanted to crawl back into bed with me.

"It's...It's about your sister." Ian's dad said solemnly. Sneaking a peek at Ian's face from the crack in the closet doors, I saw the color drain from it. Ian had never mentioned a sister before.

"What...What about it." Ian stammered, seemingly forgetting that I was still in the closet. I felt my face starting to get red; I didn't belong here, but I could leave.

"You know how she was getting better." Ian's dad started, "The medication she was on has stopped working. The cancer in her lungs has now spread to her heart. The doctor... the doctor said she has three weeks..." 

Ian's dad stopped, weeping. He looked up at Ian, his eyes pooling.

"Just... don't bring it up with mom, ok? You know she doesn't handle these things very well." Ian's dad urged, wiping the tears that were dripping down his face

"When... when do we get to see her?" Ian whispered, his voice shaking.

"The doctor is bringing her home tomorrow. He said it would be good for her to see her family." Ian's dad replied, regaining his posture.

Ian, silently, sat down on the bed. Ian's dad opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but ended up walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I slowly opened the closet doors. Ian was quietly sobbing on his bed. I sat down next to him, putting my arm on his leg.

"Hey." I comforted. "It's... It's going to be fine."

Ian looked at me, and my soul felt as if it were being crushed. Beneath his grief-stricken face were his sad, lonely eyes.

"No, it won't." Ian muttered, heart-broken.

Before I could open my mouth again, Ian pulled me into a tight embrace. I put my arms around him, and I let his sobbing body go limp into mine. His face was buried in my neck, but his cries were still audible. After a minute, Ian started to regain control of his emotions. I looked him in the eye and moved in for a kiss.

Though we had kissed before, we had never kissed like this. In the past, it had always been fast and feisty. Now, it was slow, passionate, and I knew he meant every kiss he dealt to me. Also, unlike before, I was taking the lead instead of him. I pressed my body against him, pinning him on his bed. I pulled his face close to mine, and Ian whispered into my ear.

"Let's... do it." 

I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected him to say this to me, so soon in our relationship. I had never had sex before, and certainly not with a guy. I was torn, for so many reasons. I wasn't sure if I was ready to do it with anyone, but I knew Ian needed it. As I started into his eyes, I could almost feel his pain and his longing for companionship. It was evident that he had a close bond with his sister, but was scared of losing it. I could see the lust he felt for me. 

"Alright." I breathed back.

Neither one of us knew what to do next. I had expected him to have taken charge, yet he laid motionless, waiting for me. I understood that he wanted me to take the lead. Doubting myself, I slowly slid my hand under Ian's shirt. His breathing increased as I moved my fingertips across his chest. I pulled him into another passionate kiss, and I pulled off his shirt. 

When I had his shirt off, I moved onto kissing his neck. He had moved onto my chest, and I felt my shirt being lifted off of me. I kissed down his chest, slowly moving down. With every kiss, I heard a little moan from Ian. Both of his hands rested on the back of my head. I slowly removed my pants as I was kissing his belly button. Ian removed his hands from my head and unzipped his jeans. I slowly pulled them off, careful now to hurt him.

Our pants fell together in a clump on the floor. Now, we were both in our underwear, and I could feel my heart beating out of my own chest. I moved back up Ian, pulling him into another slow kiss, and I slowly took both of our underwear off. Now, we were both completely naked lying on his bed. I moved my body back and forth on his as I kissed his neck. He wasn't even trying to hide his moans anymore. I whispered quietly into his ear.

"What do you want me to do now?"

In between breaths, Ian responded.

"I want you to fuck me."

I slowly got up from him, going to the edge of the bed. Ian followed me there and lied on his stomach at the edge of the bed. I didn't want to wait any longer, but I knew that I had to prep him so he didn't get hurt.

"Do you want to prep yourself or do you want me to do it?" I asked.

"What prep?" Ian responded, sounded concerned.

I put my index and middle finger in my mouth, coating them with salaiva. I started to rub them against his hole, and his panting became louder. After a while, I slowly started to push my index finger inside of him. Ian sharply inhaled and I pulled out.

"Wait." Ian moaned, "Don't stop."

I slowly put my finger back into him, and he let out a small whimper. I moved it back and forth and finally pulled out after he became comfortable. I spit onto my hand, and rubbed the saliva on my dick, feeling even more aroused. 

"Tell me if it hurts." I swooned to Ian.

"Just fuck me already." Ian moaned.

I slowly put my dick inside of him. The second I was inside, Ian let out a very large moan. Before I could respond, Ian shouted at me.

"Farther." 

I slowly pushed into him more. We started to get into a rhythm that was comfortable for us both. Our moaning seemed to be the only sound in the world. As we pressed on, I suddenly pulled out. Turned over, to see why I had pulled out so suddenly.

"I... I'm cumming." I moaned. 

Quickly, Ian moved on top of me, taking my full cock into his hand. He stroked me as I moaned and ejaculated all over his chest. Without missing a beat, I took Ian's dick into my own hand. I jerked his cock off, and not soon after, he cummed all over my body. He pressed his body against mine, and kissed me in a passionate way, with more emotions than ever before. Ian started to cry against me. 

"Did I do something wrong." I questioned, worried I had upset him in some way.

"I... I think I'm in love with you Noah Fay." Ian responded, as he pulled me into a sloppy kiss.

Hey guys!! It's been so long! TBH I didn't think I was going to continue this book, but by popular demand, I had decided to continue it. I hope Y'all love it and comment down below who you would rather have held you at night, Ian or Noah. Love Y'all lots ❤🧡💛💚💙💜