Page 46 of A Spark of Something (A Librarian’s Guide to Witchery #1)

O llie’s attempts to suppress the blush that was spreading quickly over his body were failing. And it was oh so noticeable as he was sitting naked on a chair. A chair that Noble had sat inside his large bronze tub.

The water was running, working its way towards becoming hot, though the stopper wasn’t in. Ollie was pretty sure that getting his nice kitchen chair wet wouldn’t be great for the wood, but, oh well. It wasn’t like it would be in there for too long—he hoped.

“Noble, I really can wash myself. I’m feeling better,” Ollie said for probably the fifth time as the blush continued to spread over his body.

One would think he’d be used to this, since he’d been staying at the man’s place since Friday, but he barely remembered the other two times Noble had washed him.

Really, he felt slightly upset about the fact that he had missed out on actually spending time with the man over the last few days, because he’d been asleep for most of it. Whatever clarity and alertness he’d managed to hold on to had gone bye bye for a few days, total exhaustion taking its place after the body had burst further into flames.

Because looking at the man who was currently stripping just feet away from him would be dumb, his gaze flicked around the large green walled bathroom, with marble green floors, and bronze fixtures, sinks, toilet, and free-standing shower.

This situation was embarrassing enough, getting a hard-on would not help. As one, he was injured, and two, he was left-handed. Jerking off was not an option.

Okay, technically, he was ambidextrous. Rowden had ensured that. But writing was one thing, jerking off another. He had tried before and it was just awkward.

“It’s fine. I’m happy to help. Besides—” The man stepped into the tub naked, a wide smirk on his face. “I’m not just here to clean.”

Ollie’s eyes widened when Noble dropped to his knees. Knelt down, the man’s thighs looked even better, with the muscles pulled tight. Noble was also hard. So really, the man was a vision of taut muscular glory. And despite the dull throb in his arm and ankle, his cock perked right up. “Oh…my. That’s hot.”

Noble chuckled, his hands sliding up Ollie’s own not so impressive thighs. “Is it?”

Ollie nodded. “Yeah, really, really hot.”

“Do you like me on my knees, baby?” The man’s gaze dropped down, another chuckle slipping out as he added, “Apparently you do.”

He giggled. “Yes.”

Gasping, he shuddered when Noble ran a finger along his cock. He began moaning softly as the man wrapped a hand around him and started teasing his slit with his thumbnail. “Oh, yes.”

He murmured, “Yes,” again as the man began to lean down, obviously about to suck him, but at the realization, he cried out, “Wait!”

Noble froze, his brow raising. “Yes?”

“It’s dirty.”

“Ah.” The man laughed. “Am I going to have to soap you up to get a taste, or can I just spray you a bit with water?”

Ollie eyed the man’s expression, looking for any hint of irritation. He’d be lying if he said his issues with sweat, and just overall cleanliness, hadn’t ended more than a few of his relationships. He relaxed a bit when he noticed the amused smile not only reached the man’s eyes, but seemed to enhance the amusement there.

“Soap, please.”

Noble nodded, his smile never changing. The man grabbed the removable handheld shower head from the wall and fiddled with the tub controls, before managing to redirect the flow from the spout to it. Ollie realized after the fact that he should have told him how to do it, but he had been too worried about his request turning Noble off. It hadn’t yet, as the man was still fully hard—yay. Though he wasn’t sure he actually could help Noble with it at the moment.

Ollie flinched at the first spray of hot water against his cock. Noble reattached the shower head, before grabbing the bar of soap from the tray and rubbing it over his hands.

He did his best to not squirm too much as the man began to wash his junk, moaning softly while Noble ran his sudsy hands over him. But the touch was quick and efficient, clearly meant to clean, not pleasure.

“All clean,” Noble mused, after spraying the suds away and setting the showerhead back in its holder. “Now…the fun part.”

Ollie waited with bated breath as Noble started to lean down, the man’s hands sliding up his thighs. The man wrapped a hand around him and angled him down slightly.

When Noble’s tongue flicked over his slit, he moaned, “Yes…”

Ollie ran his right hand over the man’s short, tight curls, arching slightly in the chair as Noble took his crown into his mouth, the wet heat sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

As the man started to suck and hum around his tip, his tongue never stopping its torturous digging into his slit, seeming to eat up each drop of pre-cum he let out, Ollie began to tremble while his moans grew louder.

Ollie cried out the moment Noble took him fully into his mouth, the man beginning to bob up and down on him without hesitation. Taking him down his throat again and again, Noble swallowed each time, adding to the pleasure of his suction and humming. Ollie had no hope of lasting long, but he didn’t think he was meant to, as they were technically on a bit of a time crunch.

“Gonna come!” he whined in warning, while his balls clenched in the man’s hold.

At that moment, Noble’s eyes met his, though his movements never stopped. And looking into the man’s gaze, Ollie came with a shout. The man slowly pulled back until only the head was in his mouth while he released, as if wanting to savor each spurt of his cum on his tongue.

Ollie sagged on the chair when he finished, his nose wrinkling slightly as Noble ‘cleaned’ him with his tongue, lapping up any cum that had managed to escape from his mouth down his length.

Noble released his cock, chuckling as he stood up. “Oh, that little nose of yours is giving you away, Ollie. No worries, I’ll wash you again.”

“Thank you… I’d kiss you but…”

Ollie really wished he didn’t have a problem with it, but…he did.

“Right, you have any extra toothbrushes here?”

“I do.”

“Then I’ll snag one in a bit.”

“Do you—” His gaze flicked to the man’s still hard prick. “—want me to help with that?”

“No. I’m afraid it’s time to actually wash you and get you ready for work.”

Ollie huffed. “I’m the boss, I can be late if I want! Besides, I don’t actually have to do anything until later.”

“I feel Jahla would not hesitate to walk in on us.”

He grimaced. “She would not, and since my cat can apparently unlock doors, she likely wouldn’t have any trouble doing it.”

Noble chuckled. “Let’s get you washed.”

“What about this?” Noble asked while holding up a set of white suspenders with yellow ducks on them, his eyes automatically doing a sweep of the large bedroom.

The walls were dark-blue with bronze trimmed panels, and the floors were wooden, though the wood was mostly covered by a large, ornate blue rug. Aside from the door across from the bed, there was also one to the right of it that led to the bathroom, and one to the left that was a large walk-in closet.

Ollie’s dark wood, fourposter canopy king-sized bed sat against the far wall in the room, the deep-blue curtains were tied off at each post, and plush matching blue comforters and pillows covered it.

There was a small seating area to the left of the bathroom door, with a green tufted couch and matching chair, and a bronze coffee table. And to the left of the walk-in closet was a small wooden desk and chair, a laptop sitting closed on top, along with the same old green lamps you’d find all over the library.

To the right of the walk-in closet, and at his back, was the four-drawer dresser he’d just been digging into, with a large antique full-length wooden mirror right next to it.

With his arm in a black sling, his little witch was currently sitting on the bed wearing green corduroy pants with brown embroidered ducklings on the pockets, a beige button-down with brown stripes, brown socks, and a green scarf that had been tied under his collar into a bow.

It hadn’t taken Noble long to realize that his baby was particular about his outfits. As it was, it had taken them quite some time to get this far, and they hadn’t even started picking out his jewelry. Noble was pretty sure they’d miss the library opening if this continued for much longer.

Ollie’s nose wrinkled. “That doesn’t match with what we already have picked out.”

He eyed them, squinting. He thought the ducks would have matched well…huh.

“Okay…” he rasped as he rolled them back up nicely and put them in the empty spot in the drawer, while he started looking back through Ollie’s vast collection.

“Ah, I just remembered!” the man said with a happy laugh. “I got a new pair a few weeks back that will go perfectly with my outfit! Look for one that is brown, with what looks like a green and beige web footprint on it!”

“Will do.” His gaze scanned over the rolled-up strips of stretchy bands, looking for it. On spotting them, he grabbed them with an “Aha.”

On closing the drawer a bit too hard, he accidentally knocked off the medium sized box sitting on the edge of the dresser.

“Shit!” Noble went to pick it up, but hesitated when he spotted his name on it. “It’s for me?”

“Ah! Yes, a gift!” Ollie giggled. “You can open it if you want?!”

Picking the box up, he walked over to Ollie, handing him the suspenders as he sat next to him on the bed.

Noble undid the ribbon that was wrapped around it and lifted up the lid, a laugh slipping out as he found what he assumed was a pile of stamp books, based on the label on the first one. “Anticipating me adding to my collection?”

“Well, yes, as you can’t collect stamps without having a place to put them! But there are also some stamps inside already. And somewhere in there is a note that explains the full labeling system that I came up with inside and on the covers. For organization purposes, of course. But you can change them if you want. I just did it in a way I thought would make the most sense. But it is your collection, so…” Ollie trailed off, his right hand was clenching and unclenching, telling him that the man was definitely trying to stop himself from worrying his hands.

“I’m sure whatever you came up with is better than anything I could ever think of,” Noble said with a smile, before giving the man a kiss. “I love it, thank you.”

Ollie’s face lit up and he giggled again. “Yay! I’m so glad!”