“You sure. Your rib okay?”
Piper answered by pulling him back in.
Noah reached over and hit play,Kiss It Betterby Rihanna entered the room like a hard on.
Noah got Piper’s shirt off. Piper got Noah’s shirt off. They undressed each other on the edge of the bed with messy urgency.
Piper found the button of Noah’s jeans without looking.
Noah’s hand slid down Piper’s body and stopped on the bruise over his lower rib. He lowered himself down and kissed the large bruise.
Noah laid him down on the California King bed and held him there with one hand resting softly across his sternum.
Piper felt the weight of it and stopped calculating who was running this, and forgot to think of all the reasons why he should leave.
Noah let his hand travel down Piper’s body. Slowly over the bruise without putting any weight on it, and held there. Piper’s breath caught on to the way the hand had moved. Noah was going to fuck him as softly as he could, knowing full well Piper was downplaying his rib pain.
Noah’s mouth was on his throat, his collarbone, working down. He bit once, lightly, on the soft place under Piper’s jaw, then again harder on the meat of the shoulder blade where Piper had taken hits before and was used to bruises. Piper made a sound that wasn’t a word. Noah heard it and did it again. Whatever the sound was, he liked it.
When Noah got his hands on Piper’s cock, Piper made the sound again.
Noah smiled against his hip when he heard it.
Noah took Piper’s cock in his mouth before doing anything else. His mouth all the way down on the first try, slick and warm, throat closing once around the head, then the slow, controlled pull off and back down. Piper’s hand went into Noah’s hair and grabbed. He didn’t pull, and just held his hand there while Noah sucked him off. Noah let him hold on.
Noah pulled off before Piper could come. Wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist.
Noah reached for the nightstand. The lube he bought at the gas station near LAX was there.
The song switched,Rock The Boat, by Aaliyah.
“I hope you made this playlist just for me,” Piper smiled.
“Promise,” Noah replied.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay? You’re a wounded bird and I don’t want to destroy you before we have to finish the season,” Noah said as he pressed his lubed cock against Piper’s asshole.
Piper turned his head into the pillow and bit down hard.
“I told you I feel fine, it’s just a little bruise.”
“Look at me,” Noah said.
Piper looked at him.
Noah watched him stop being the version of Piper that managed his face, just for that moment.
When Noah pushed his cock in, he noticed that Piper was shaking. He pressed his forehead against Piper’s forehead, breathing with him, and waited.
“Tell me to stop if anything hurts,” Noah said again, quietly.
“Don’t,” Piper said. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“You don’t have to be scared. Whatever is going on. I got you. We got this.”
Piper didn’t answer, this is all he wanted.
Noah gripped Piper’s hip, the kind of grip that left fingerprints.
