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The pairof them parted ways after storing everything they could for the market on Thursday. Adriano headed back to the island while Noah went upstairs to change his clothes and feed Marshmallow.
He was looking forward to being home or at least in a space that was his, but he wasn’t looking forward to the emptiness that came with it. For as tight as he’d held him and for as desperately as he’d kissed him, Adriano had made no promises to him. Noah knew they needed to talk, but he wanted to delay the possible answer that Adriano wanted to back off.
Noah took his time showering, then ate a little of the leftover soup Adam had brought over the other night. He gave his cat affection and attention, even though the little beast didn’t seem to care whether or not Noah was actually there, and he headed out when Adriano sent him a text letting him know he was finished with whatever business he needed to take care of.
The night air was cooler, just a hint of lingering humidity. The rains were winding down, but the season was far from finished. Most of the storms would shut down the market and events, and part of him was looking forward to the excuse to stay in and watch the streets flood. They didn’t get hit as hard as some places, but they usually had one or two tropical storms that killed the power all day.
He used to love it as a kid. He’d take Adam’s chubby hand in his and drag him through the puddles once the thunder and lightning had moved on. They’d catch little frogs that seemed to spring up from the ground, and they’d smile at the old man who had a barbershop and used to hand out what he’d calledpenny candy. He’d died before Noah came back—when he realized the entire city had not existed in a bubble.
His old enemies had moved on, the people he’d envied now holding positions of power. He saw Ronan with his dark eyes, and Fitz with his never-ending smile, and he realized he’d never be like them. But maybe that was okay—at least it felt okay now. It felt like maybe they didn’t mind so much that he was never going to be social the way they were.
Maybe Birdie’s apology and admission had proven something. Noah had only believed what he wanted to because it was easier than dealing with the stuff he had going on inside.
He tapped his foot on the ground in an absent rhythm, then perked up when he heard Jude’s soft yips. Adriano came around the corner not long after, and he smiled, gathering Noah into his arms for a kiss.
‘Ready?’ he asked when he pulled away.
Noah nodded, then led the way to his car. Jude perched on the console between them, and the drive to the rental was almost too short. Noah wasn’t as anxious as he was the first night, but knowing this was an ending had him on edge. There had been a sort of humming desire between them since Adriano had sucked his cock, and Noah wanted to get this over with because, as much as he wanted to drag this last night out, he also wanted Adriano to get off. Adriano’s pleasure had become just as important as his own if not more. Things felt unequal and strange, and Noah wanted to be back on even footing.
He startled out of his thoughts when Adriano touched the side of his neck, and he offered a smile of apology when he felt his lover’s rough thumb brush against his jaw. ‘Sorry.’
Adriano shook his head. ‘Do you want to eat or watch TV? Rest for a bit?’
Noah bit his lip. It sounded nice, even if it was procrastination. But no. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. ‘I want you.’
Maybe the ferocity of his need was all these years of being deprived, not just of sex but of touch. He’d steadfastly avoided even the most casual affection from anyone but Adam, and even his brother was stingy. But he didn’t think he’d react with anyone else the same as he did with Adriano. Noah wanted to believe—no,neededto believe—that only Adriano could make him feel this way.
Adriano took slow, deliberate steps toward Noah, and when they were touching, he backed him up against the wall. He held him, achingly similar to the way he had at the bakery, one large thigh parting Noah’s into a wide vee before lifting him high onto his toes.
Adriano’s head dipped low, his nose brushing along Noah’s cheeks, followed by parted lips, hot breath ghosting over Noah’s oversensitive skin. He groaned, and Adriano moved one hand to circle his throat, just resting lightly there with fingers pressed to his pulse point.
Noah’s heart raced, and he let his head fall back against the wall as Adriano laid waste to the crook of his shoulder with tongue and teeth. There would be marks. Oh, there would be evidence left behind beyond empty balls, sweat, and a few tears.
“Precious,” Adriano murmured against his clavicle, and those three words rushed to the tip of Noah’s tongue, but he held them back. Even if Adriano wouldn’t hear them, Noah refused to utter them just then. Not yet, though he would be a fool to think he could hold out much longer.
Noah’s temperature rose another degree before Adriano finally let him go, sliding him to the ground before taking both hands in his. He walked backward as he led the way to the bedroom, and he flicked on one of the low lights. The camera was where it was before, poised on the stand that would keep their faces out of the frame, and Noah stared at it for a long time.
There was no preamble for this one, no discussion. Adriano set Noah in the middle of the room, then pushed the button. The red light glowed, a beacon, a reminder, of what this part was. Then there were hands. Large fingers tugged at his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, dropping his jeans to the floor. Normally, Adriano remained dressed. At best, his throbbing erection was seen tenting his pants, but this time, he took Noah’s hands and set them at his waist.
He said nothing, signed nothing, but he didn’t need to. Noah worked, driven by instinct and desire to have all of Adriano naked in front of him, to be the one to control the moment when the rest of the world would see him naked.
There were pieces of this Noah wanted to keep for himself, but having this control was filling him with a desperation he wasn’t expecting.
Adriano looked around, then he turned Noah away from the camera. His hard cock pushed between Noah’s thighs, thrusting into the dry heat only for a moment. Adriano let out a soft grunt, then pulled away and used his hands to ease Noah down onto all fours.
They hadn’t talked about this, they hadn’t discussed what Adriano planned to do with him during this last filming, but it didn’t matter. He trusted Adriano. He dropped his forehead to the bed, feeling both shameless and a little scared to be on display. Adriano was sitting off to the side, and Noah knew his ass was fully exposed.
Adriano’s hand curved over it, squeezing, kneading. His other hand joined, and Noah felt hot air over his hole when Adriano suddenly spread his cheeks wide. Then there was a finger or maybe a thumb. It was huge, and a little rough, and wet because Adriano had licked it. It swirled through his whorls of untamed hair, then pushed just enough to remind Noah he could slip inside before it was gone.
Noah let out a sharp moan at the loss, but the empty feeling didn’t last. His body was zinging with pleasure, but he wasn’t close. Just days ago, he would have come by now. He would have come downstairs when Adriano was sucking hickies onto his neck, but now…it was more. He was ready, restrained.
His cock hung thick and weeping between his legs, but it would take effort this time. Adriano didn’t seem to mind, though. He let out a low chuckle as he pressed his finger against Noah’s hole once more, then, without warning, a tongue replaced it.
Noah let out a shout of surprise, of ecstasy, of need. His elbows shook and gave way, and his whole upper body fell to the bed. Adriano kept his lower half up with firm hands bracketing his hips like parentheses as his tongue devoured him from the inside out.
It was too much and not enough, and perfect and imperfect all at once.
