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Now those hands were his.
Adriano felt himself groan as Noah pushed all the way in. He angled himself so the camera could keep the shot, but it was enough to send Noah’s dick grazing his prostate, and a sharp, “Oh,” ripped from his throat.
His dick gave a vicious throb, and he sat up halfway on his elbows. He had to see Noah, to look him in the eye, to be as close as they could get. The movement had Noah lurching forward, their chests pressed together. He sank deeper, fucked him harder, hips slapping against Adriano’s ass.
His orgasm was cresting from the barely there pressure of Noah’s stomach against his cock. “God,” he whispered, the word jagged in his throat. “God.”
Noah squeezed his eyes shut, his dick pulsing and thickening farther.
It was enough. God, it was enough.
Adriano fell back with a heavy shout, his upper body curving toward the ceiling as he spilled all over himself.
Untouched.
He rode the waves of pleasure as Noah’s thrusts stuttered, and he rolled his hips as he chased the last bits of pleasure. When Adriano was brave enough to open his eyes again, he found Noah staring down at the mess on Adriano’s stomach, eyes wide with wonder at the sight of it.
‘From me,’ he signed with one unsteady hand.
Adriano nodded, then pulled Noah’s fingers to his mouth and kissed the pads of each one. ‘From you. For you. I love you.’
Noah’s fingers curled into the shape, then he pressed them against Adriano’s heart. ‘I love you too.’
‘Precious,’ Adriano added, letting the word take on every meaning—cherished, important, beloved. Noah.
Their gazes settled together, gentle and never breaking, and Adriano knew that no matter where they went from this moment on, he was home.
* * *
Noah checked his watch,staring across the market pathway at the slick grass and puddles littering the sidewalks. The air was rich with the scent of ozone from the rain but growing hotter and more humid every minute after the storm had passed.
It was a typical storm, though it felt like anything but. He had a meeting in twenty minutes with the guy who was going to lease Bubbe’s building—a favor to Nellie, the realtor, who was in a parent-teacher conference. In all honesty, Noah didn’t mind. Where he would have once shrunk back at the idea of socializing with a stranger and involving himself in business like this with the apartment, with the bakery, he wanted to know that it was going to be as loved and cherished as it had been since it opened.
The decision had been made months ago, long before Adriano had even set foot in their little town, but this felt final. Signing an agreement to lease the place out felt like a bookend, even if there was still more room on the shelf. He and Adam would make a little money off it, though, which would help Adam’s business, and it would ease Noah’s conscience knowing that he wasn’t staying.
Because he wasn’t.
When Adriano suggested he reapply to school in LA, Noah had laughed at him, then kissed him for being sweet and thoughtful. But Adriano hadn’t been joking. ‘You have one semester to finish. All your credits are there. You left on good terms due to a family tragedy. It can’t hurt to try, can it?’
The cost of an application fee and the weeks of anxiety that followed were the highest price he had to pay, but Adriano was very good at distracting him.
Noah had tried to forget, losing himself in the last weeks of being able to bake in Bubbe’s kitchen, the last weeks of setting up the market stall and actually mingling with neighbors. He never did take Ronan and Aksel up on their offer for dinner, but he had dragged Adriano out to Will, Liam, and Isaac’s house, where they’d shown off their terrible signing skills. And Adam started coming back around on Saturday nights to cook.
Then Noah got his acceptance letter and a potential lessee all in the same week, and it was a sharp slap to the face by reality’s unkind hand. It felt good, it felt right, but it wasn’t supposed to be forever.
Noah fiddled with his phone as he waited for the minutes to tick by. Adriano was still in LA dealing with the last vestiges of his lawsuit with Xander. Or well, his company really. Xander had been fired and had issued a public apology. His name had been tarnished, though Adriano didn’t think the blacklisting was going to last too long. But he didn’t care.
The suit against Adriano had been dropped, and the suit against the company for breach of privacy was coming to a close. After two months of having Adriano all to himself—in his bed every night, arms around him, waking with kisses at each sunrise—Noah missed him. It had been eleven days, andhell, he missed him.
It had been five hours since Adriano had texted, saying things were a little busy but he’d be in touch soon. Noah tried not to worry, but he always would at least a little. He’d worry that Adriano would miss the glamour of his old life, that this quiet, subtle thing with Noah wouldn’t be enough.
He knew that wasn’t reality, but it was hard to accept when Adriano was so damn far away, when he couldn’t just reach out and touch him.
“Excuse me, sir. How much for the hot baker?”
Noah didn’t need to look up to recognize the voice, and his heart leapt into his throat as he scrambled around the counter and straight into Adriano’s arms. He heard Adriano chuckle, low and deep, and he buried his face in his lover’s neck. Adriano smelled like airport, like stale air and bad coffee and other people’s cologne. And he smelled like him. And he smelled like home.
‘You’re early,’ Noah accused as Adriano set him back down.
