Noah & Navid

Chapter 1- First Day

"Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English  textbook.

"Here..." I started to say and raised my hand.

My elbow nudged the textbook just enough to push it off the desktop, down to my lap, and then off. "Here!" I called louder as I scrambled awkwardly.

I looked down in time to see the guy next to me catch it easily; just before it could hit the ground.

"Be careful with your things, Noah Kinney," he said in a smooth foreign accent with a wink of large, brown eyes as he set the book gently back on my desk.

He'd caught my name while catching my book.

I'd taken the last open seat that wasn't near the air vents since the room was already freezing.

Sliding in amid a group of dark, foreign looking guys talking happily in their language; I had tried to disappear into my backpack by pretending to sort through it looking for gum or something while they laughed and joked in their language.

"Thank you," I said and he turned back away from me with a nod.

He had beautiful brown eyes with long black lashes that dominated an angular, almond face made sharper by his neatly trimmed beard lines framing two soft brown lips below a prominent nose.

He didn't quite look hispanic, but definitely wasn't Asian. By the language he spoke I guessed he was part of the throng of Arab students that seemed to like my university.

I got lost in trying to covertly scope him out as the professor finished calling the roll.

"Do I need to mention there will be a short quiz tomorrow covering the reading for today? If you don't have the text yet, just share with a friend." The professor called again as he worked through his enrollment list in a tone that said he was annoyed at the amount of conversations going on in the class.

"May I share your book please, Noah Kinney?" the deep, melodic voice of the one who'd caught my book said in a tone just above a whisper.

I jumped a little, suddenly realizing he had come out of his seat and moved next to me.

"Uh... course, yeah." I stammered and he scraped his desk along the tile as he moved up next to me.

His generous body spray hit my nose to remind me he wasn't from here. Californians aren't big on smack-to-the-face scents.

He had on a loose white tank top that showed off a toned chest with a light spray of black hair. A gold chain around his neck held a small gold swirl of Arabic script. It could have been his name, an obscenity, or an inspirational quote for all I knew. He slid into the chair inches away from me and slid his arm around the back of my seat as he leaned over to look at the future quiz material.

I had no idea what the book said because at that moment his other hand went to his lap and gave a squeeze to an ample bulge in his loose grey shorts. He shifted the bulge over to the side. He gave his balls a quick scratch and then kept his hand on his bulge holding it lightly as it refused to settle down.

"What do you think of it?" he whispered to me in that deep tone that sent chills through my neck.

I realized his lips were close to my ear. It made my ear tingle. I froze with fear, was he seriously offering me his cock right here in the class? He gave it another squeeze and I let out a whimper. Every inch of my skin buzzed with need.

"Noah Kinney, are you awake?" he whispered my full name again and I let my eyes travel up his almond-tone body as I swallowed hard.

His eyes studied me with urgency. "What do you think of the quote?"