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Noel hated whatever song the club was playing. Just repetitive shite meant to drain your brain out of your ears.
Though, considering that’s kind of what Noel wanted at the moment, he decided he should lighten up.
Noel had a free night away from the band and immediately found the gay club furthest from his place (less of a chance of running into someone he knew). He was either going to get shitfaced or go home with somebody, though preferably not both. He hardly brought money. On the off chance he got robbed, he didn’t want to lose much. Plus, he figured out that once he showed some skin (a slice of abdomen was his choice), others would send as many drinks as he could handle.
Noel opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) as his body loosened up to the music. All around him were mostly men, with a few women and a few he couldn’t quite tell. He had on a white muscle shirt that he had cut short enough to show his ribs off.
He was deciding what drink to order first when a pair of hands slid around his waist. Noel hadn’t been at the club long, but he found he didn’t mind. He turned around to see what he was working with that night.
Alright. Smiling at him, was a man a bit taller and a bit older. Wasn’t exactly skinny, but wasn’t really fat. Noel wondered how much muscle hid beneath his shirt. He was good-looking. There were just a few gray hairs in his hair and stubble, though the man’s face looked just a tad too young to have earned them. Graying a bit early. Noel’s prick twitched in his jeans.
Noel danced with the man. He felt up the man’s arms. Not pure muscle, but not nothing. Noel liked it.
The man’s hands stayed on Noel’s torso, his fingertips barely going under his shirt. Noel let out a small, contented sigh as he pushed his body into the man’s grasp.
The man raised his eyebrows, just a little surprised. He leaned in and rubbed his stubble by Noel’s ear. Noel gasped a bit louder as his knees went weak. “My place?” the man asked.
Noel held the man close by his shoulder as he nodded. The man nibbled on Noel’s neck a little, further weakening Noel’s knees, before guiding them to the door.
“It’s not far from here,” the man said as they began walking. He had a hand on Noel’s waist, not too tight it was aggressive, but enough to keep Noel grounded. Noel took a breath of fresh air. The sun had set long ago, though the air wasn’t too chilly. He smirked a little as he felt exposed. He casually raised the hem of his shirt, enabling everyone who walked past to get an eyeful of him.
The two walked in comfortable silence until they reached the man’s flat. The man opened the door and waved Noel through.
Noel kicked off his shoes at the door before looking around. It was alright. At first glance, it was small. The kitchen was in sight, along with doors along the walls.
The man’s hand on his back guided him to a door. “This way,” he said, opening the door to reveal a bedroom.
Noel took just a few steps in before the man had his hands back around his waist. Noel turned around to nuzzle in the man’s neck as the man mouthed along Noel’s neck.
The man’s hands traveled lower to Noel’s hips, dipping his fingers into the waistband. “Your trousers tight yet, son?”
Noel held back a moan as he nodded. His breathing deepened as his hands roamed up the man’s arms, into his sleeves. “A little.”
The man chuckled. “Got a thing for older men?” he asked as his hands moved back to cup Noel’s arse.
“A little,” Noel gasped. With his crotch against the man’s leg, he had to know how much Noel was liking it.
“On the bed.”
Noel broke from the man’s arms to climb up on the bed. He would be embarrassed by the state of his jeans if he was a bit more aware. Lying on his back, he undid his belt and slid it off before undoing his fly. In the corner of his eye, he could see the man undressing as well. Noel slipped his shirt off, leaving him in his boxers.
The man climbed on the bed, holding himself over Noel. Noel nearly went cross-eyed looking at him. There was some muscle in there, brought out by the man holding himself up. There was also a deal of body hair. Not too much, but the amount wasn’t what got Noel. The hair was also salt-and-peppery, like the hair on the man’s face. Noel ran his hand over the hair on his chest.
“You like it?” the man said, grinning. He gently ran his hand through the hair on Noel’s head.
“Yeah,” Noel muttered.
The man hummed as he leaned down. Noel inhaled as he once again rubbed his stubble against Noel’s cheek.
With the man’s body lowered, Noel could feel the man’s prick pressing against his leg. Noel tightened his grip on the man’s shoulders as he put his free leg on top of the man’s.
The man pulled back. “Yeah?”
Noel nodded. The man pushed off and started rummaging through a drawer. He held up a condom to Noel, who flashed a small smile to show his agreement. The man pulled down his boxers and rolled on the condom before getting on the bed with a bottle of lube. Noel quickly pushed down his underwear and moved to his stomach.
He shuddered as the man probed near his arse. “I’ve- ah- I did that for you already,” Noel stuttered. It hadn’t taken many of his party nights for Noel to realize he couldn’t assume people would take their time. He knew he was probably a bit tight, but he figured it worked out for both of them.
“For me?” the man asked, pressing the pad of his finger against Noel.
Noel gasped as he prevented his hips from pushing back.
“You sure it’s enough?”
Noel hummed and nodded. Maybe five minutes ago he would’ve taken it, but he was starting to get desperate.
He heard the lube open and close again, then the noise of the man lubing his prick. After a few seconds, the man propped himself up over Noel.
Noel groaned as the man teased him, rubbing his prick between his cheeks. The man leaned down to mouth at his shoulder. “Are you ready? I go slow.”
Noel nodded, gripping the sheets by his head. Maybe it was the teasing, maybe it was the slight gravelly nature of the man’s voice, but Noel had a feeling he wasn’t lasting long that night.
As the man lifted his hips, Noel slightly pushed his own up to help with the angle. He took a deep breath as he felt the tip enter. The man groaned as he pushed in through small thrusts. Noel couldn’t help pushing his hips back a bit, needing more. His legs started trembling as the man pushed all the way in, his front fully against Noel’s back.
For a moment, he stayed still. “Does that feel good?” he asked, sliding an arm under Noel.
Noel opened his mouth to answer, but a moan came out instead.
The man started thrusting, starting small but building speed. Noel felt his body press against the man’s arm with every thrust. He could feel his prick, hard and probably leaking, pinned against the mattress. Just enough movement he could feel it, not enough to have meaningful stimulation. The man’s arm across his torso blocked him from being able to stroke himself.
Noel put a hand on the man’s arm, feeling the muscles and tendons move under skin. He buried his face in the mattress as he moaned, louder than before. The man started gently biting along Noel’s shoulders. Noel wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
Then everything got gentler. The bites stopped, and the thrusts got shallower. “Are you alright?” the man asked.
Noel took a breath of air as he turned his head around. “Mmm?” he asked, not fully able to form words.
The man rubbed his side. “You seemed overwhelmed.”
Noel blinked. Right. Yeah, that’s exactly what he wanted. “It’s good,” he said simply.
The man pulled out, and for a moment Noel panicked. Was that the wrong answer? Was it over?
“Turn around. I wanna see you.”
Noel turned around on his back. His prick was finally free, and Noel could see he was leaking.
He felt a bit better seeing how the man was looking at him. Just hunger in his eyes, drifting all over Noel’s body. Noel bent his legs, prompting the man to climb over him. The man slowly pushed into him again.
Noel sighed as he put his hands on the man’s sides. As the man gained speed, Noel wrapped his legs around his waist. Fuck, this position felt even better than the last.
The man leaned down to mouth at Noel’s cheek. Noel gasped, feeling the stubble. He put his hand on the back of the man’s head to hold him still. He wrapped his other hand around his prick, finally getting direct stimulation.
The man moaned in his neck. Noel squeezed his prick to try to stave off the orgasm. Christ, it all just felt so good.
Until the man grabbed Noel’s legs and hoisted them higher, positioning them perfectly. Noel saw stars as the man kept thrusting in, hitting his prostate.
Noel's breathing became erratic as his body went into overdrive. His small body squirmed and tightened as his moans nearly turned to screams.
“Fuck! There! Just- Keep- Ah!” Noel stammered. He kept one hand on his prick as the other grabbed anything he could, the man’s side, his arm, his head, the sheets-
Noel shut his eyes tight as he arched his back. He screamed as the man kept moaning in his neck. The man had his hands on Noel’s hips, easily pinning him down as he fucked.
The man lifted his head up slightly to look at Noel. Noel went cross-eyed trying to focus. “Is it good, son? You’re tight. Tight and shaking-“
Noel screwed his eyes shut as he came. He felt his entire body tense as he spasmed around the man’s cock. His legs kept the man in deep.
Noel vaguely heard the man mutter curses as he rested his forehead on Noel’s collarbone. Noel went limp with exhaustion, his legs and arms falling to the bed. The man looked up at him, chin on Noel’s chest. Noel looked back as the man sat up, gently pulling out. He took the condom off, then threw it in a nearby wastebin.
As he crawled back into bed, thoughts of reality penetrated Noel’s afterglow. What came next?
The man wrapped his arms around Noel. “Am I allowed to stay the night?” Noel blurted.
The man looked up at Noel and blinked. “Of course, you can,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I’ve learned I have to ask,” Noel said with a small smirk. Quite a few times, Noel would be drifting away, half-asleep, before being shaken awake. “Hey, mate,” they’d say, “sorry, you gotta go. My bird will be back any minute.”
“Oh,” the man said. “Yeah, you can stay the night,” he said, settling down. “Is this alright?” he asked, referring to their cuddling.
“It is.” Noel would never admit it out loud, but he did prefer cuddling after. Some would finish, roll over, and fall asleep, leaving Noel to figure out how the night would go.
The man hummed. He thumbed over Noel’s nipple. “Was it good?”
“No, actually,” Noel said, rubbing his face. “All the screaming was just for show.”
The man laughed. It was a good sound. “So, what do you do?,” he asked, “Not to be weird.”
Noel hummed. “I’m a roadie for a band. Inspiral Carpets.”
“Ah.”
“You’ve never heard of them.”
The man laughed again. “You got me. Are they good?”
“They’re alright. Honestly, I’m probably leaving soon. My brother’s got a band. He’s been begging me to join.”
“Are they good?”
“Yeah. Just-“ Noel sighed, looking at the ceiling. “My brother. He’s got the voice of an angel. Dunno how the rest of the cunts sound, but he’s got to get famous.”
“An angel, you say?”
A smile twitched on Noel’s face. “Like you’ve never heard before. Never even had training. Just fuckin’ born a star.”
“Some get lucky,” the man sighed.
Noel hummed. “I learned guitar. The hard fuckin’ way, sitting in my bedroom. They also need a songwriter, which I do, so- I’ll probably take it, anyway,” Noel thought out loud. “What about you?”
“Me? I’m an accountant. I lead a much less exciting life than you do.”
Noel laughed. “You found your way to the club.”
The man smiled. “I did,” he said, gently cupping Noel’s jaw. “Trying to make up for lost time, I suppose,” he said softly. A moment passed. “They didn’t have many things like that when I was your age.”
Noel’s face softened. “Oh.”
“It’s alright,” the man said, his fingers tracing along Noel’s jawline. “It’s good it’s here now. You kids can have it. Better late than never.”
Noel hummed, wrapping his arm around the man. The man’s hand traveled from his jaw down his chest, to his lower stomach. Noel sighed as the man started rubbing around.
The man stopped. “I probably shouldn’t do that,” he said with a laugh. “You’re young. You could probably go again.”
Noel smiled. “If you keep doing that, I might.”
The man smiled softly. He moved his hand up to Noel’s head, carding through his hair. “We should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine with that,” Noel said, fatigue settling through his body.
The two calmed. Noel took a last look at the silvery hair on the man’s head before closing his eyes.
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Noel woke to sunlight. He blinked, realizing he was not in his own bed, then blinked again remembering the night. Though, when he turned his head, he found he was alone.
Noises from outside the room caught his attention. The bedroom door was open, but Noel couldn’t see anything moving from his angle.
He sat up, smirking at himself when his arse ached. He found his clothes and put them on, seeing the man’s clothes still on the floor. Was he naked out there?
Noel quickly patted his pockets and found his wallet, making sure everything was still in order. Then, he stepped out of the bedroom. He found his shoes by the door, then followed the sounds.
The man was standing in the kitchen, wearing different clothes from the day before. Black sweatpants and a white t-shirt that gently hugged his body. Noel stilled, willing his prick to stay put.
The man turned around and spotted him. “Hey!” he said, smiling. “You like eggs?” He held up the pan he had.
Noel blinked. Compared to other nights, he considered it somewhat of a miracle he wasn’t being ushered through the front door. The man was cooking for him?
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Noel muttered. He saw the small dining room table. He pulled out a chair and sat, once again feeling the ache. The man finished plating the eggs and brought them to the table. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” the man said, digging into his plate.
A few minutes passed in silence. “Sorry for, uh, being quiet,” Noel said, feeling he needed to say something. “Guess I’m still tired.”
The man laughed. “You think you’re tired?”
“It’s- It’s not often someone cooks, um, after. So, really, thank you,” Noel said, meaning it. He hadn’t realized how long it’d been since he ate.
The man shrugged. “It’s really no problem. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
The pair finished their breakfast. Noel stood as the man took the plates to the sink. “I guess- I should get going now.”
“Yeah? You got everything?” The man eyed him up and down.
Noel ignored his face heating. “Yeah. I checked. Uh, it was nice getting to know you.” He walked toward the door. He realized he never even got the man’s name.
The man followed, placing a hand on Noel’s back. He stopped a meter or two from the door. “Hey.”
Noel turned. The man tucked his fingers under Noel’s chin, gently pushing Noel’s head up. Then he leaned in, rubbing his beard on Noel’s neck. Noel’s legs nearly buckled.
The man pulled away with a knowing smirk. “If you ever want more, you know where to find me.” He opened the door.
“That, I do”, Noel said. He didn’t know if the man meant the club or his address. It didn’t matter.
He turned and stepped outside the flat. He took a few steps and heard the door close.
He adjusted his trousers and walked to the curb to hail a taxi.