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NOEL

Living with Alex has been amazing. But it's not always rainbows and butterflies. Having his own mother kick him out of the house after only just moving in and then telling him she never wants to see him again was… unimaginably painful. On top of that, Sylas treating Alex like he's a punching bag? Alex has dealt with this suffering all alone for so long, and I don't know what to do or say to help. Feeling unwanted and unloved doesn't just go away. Alex knows he has me, but some days he gets in his head and doesn't want to talk or be near people. He's quiet and broody, rude and flippant.

But I understand.

I need my solitude as well, and being in a new house and having a boyfriend around twenty-four seven is going to feel stifling some days.

I give him space, letting him have the bedroom while I take the living room, or I'll go for a jog when I feel the drift.

I like being alone, too. Sometimes it's me that needs time to myself. But with Alex, it's one of two options. He either kisses me until my lips crack and tingle, needing my presence and a warm body to hug, or he needs uninterrupted privacy.

Right now, I'm taking the gamble that it's the kissing mood, so I slide my underwear off and watch as Alex smokes in my bed. Thankfully my mom is at work right now; otherwise, he'd be doing it outside, and I wouldn’t be getting half-naked.

Still smoking his cigarette with the window cracked, Alex leans back, getting comfortable while spreading his legs out on our bed. One arm slung behind his head, looking relaxed and unaffected by my bare ass on display.

The hoodie I'm wearing doesn't hide my bobbing erection as I climb over his lap, situating myself over his jeans.

Unzipping him slowly, I watch him inhale acrid smoke while being unaffected by my actions, making me yearn even more for his approval. Or for the demeaning banter as he degrades me, making me shiver and flush with arousal and embarrassment.

But I don't think he's in the mood for that right now. I think he needs attention.

“Are you going to keep smoking while I sit on your dick?” I ask him.

He flicks me an unimpressed look before tapping the butt of his cig in the ashtray beside the bed.

“Is my smoking habit bothering you?”

I pull his jeans down to his thighs, delighting in the sight of his half-hard cock. “Athletes shouldn't be ruining their lungs with nicotine anyway.”

He snarls. “I'm not an athlete.”

“You're a Knight. Remember?”

“Don't call me that,” he scolds, his jaw hardening as he shows real annoyance. I pull him free and slide my dick against his.

He's really moody today. Irritated and spitting dry humor that I see straight through. His situation with Sylas is making him antsy. I'm here for him, which is why I'm here, sitting on his dick.

His breath hitches and mine stutters, my heart going frantic as I slide my dick up and down his length. My fist closes over both of our lengths. A drop of cum dribbles from the tip, and I use my thumb to swipe at it, rubbing it over Alex's flushed pink crown.

His hips jolt as he lets loose a ragged moan. I pause, unsure of how I want to do this.

“If you're going to make us come, do it right,” he grunts, full of malice.

My jaw hardens, eyes turning to slits. “Shut the fuck up, Alex.”He blinks up at me, silent with no retort. “You're having a bad day, I get it. I can either leave you alone or we can have sex. Decide now.”

He continues to stare up at me. Something cracks in his expression, and his eyes soften as his lips curl into a smirk.

“You're my favorite person, have I told you that?”

I roll my eyes. “Are we jerking off or am I leaving?”

He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and brings me down to his face.

“How about you fuck me long and hard for the next couple hours? Show me how rough you can be?”

It's my turn to blink in shock.

We haven't had sex since he bottomed in the movie room. I thought for sure I'd be next, but maybe he needs that connection right now. And since he's already bottomed, it's the easiest solution.

My cheeks burn hot, but I nod.

Anything to get his mind off his father.

I pull back, ridding myself of the hoodie, and grab our supplies from under my bed. He shoves off his pants and black underwear quickly, wasting no time opening himself up using two fingers. He lets me watch, his eyes glazed over and mouth parted open as he slides them in and out, a slick, wet mess all over his hand. I bite my lip to hold back my own pants, and sounds of pleasure just seeing him stick fingers up his own ass. He’s quick about it. Meticulous and confident, not really caring how he looks doing it, but for the sole purpose of stretching his hole.

“Rubber up and come kiss me,” he demands, and I do as he says, grabbing a condom and sliding it on. I go to him on my hands and knees, falling over him and kissing up his neck, his jaw, and his lips.

“Shit, Alex,” I murmur into his skin.

He uses his other hand to grip my jaw and move me how he wants, mouth open and tongue licking in.

I pant into his mouth with a little whimper.

He pulls away and grabs the bottle, pouring it over my tip with a glimmer of tenderness in his gaze. I spread the lube over my length, up and down, maneuvering my body so I'm over his, spreading his legs so they're up over my hips.

“Give me that attitude again. Do you understand what I'm saying?” He says, breathy and shaking.

He wants me to…give him attitude?

Oh ?

Okay, I can do that.

I place my tip at his entrance and feel it clench as I whisper near his ear in a sure, firm tone. “You need me to fill you up because you're having a bad day?”

I hear his gasp, and feel his body tense up.

I push inside slowly, a blush warming my cheeks. “I can take care of you, but you have to be good for me, okay? You want to be a good boy for me, right, Alex?”

He whimpers. “Yes. I'll be good. I'll be so fucking good,” he pants and I grin lasciviously.

“Not a moody little prick anymore now that I have my dick in your ass, huh baby?”

He moans as his legs wrap around my waist and pulls me further into his still too tight asshole.

“Oh, God,” I pant out, my jaw slack at the feeling of him taking me in too fast. He's soft, wet, and hot around my crown that's sinking into his heat. I'm struggling to slide in his tight resistance.

He shudders. “Come on, take me, fuck me, move your hips, please.”

I pull back to look at his face.

He has a stern wrinkle between his brows, and his eyes are welling up. Like he's delirious and on the verge of crying.

“Baby…” I sigh softly.

He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. To hear him. “I'm telling you what I need.”

I rub my cheek in his hold, pulling my cock out so I can thrust back inside, setting a motion that has us both shivering.

“That's it,” he mumbles, kissing me.

If this is what he wants, I won't deny him.

I fuck him.

It's hard and fast, rough and wet.

His moans and whimpers are almost too much for me to handle.

I pull out and turn him over, making him bend over for me.

“Do it. Ass up,” I tell him and he huffs an incredulous laugh, but doing it anyway. I slide a hand up under his ribs to feel where his tattoo is, and he stutters in a ragged breath.

“ Noel,” he brokenly whispers my name.

I slip back into him with a needy whine, gripping one ass cheek.

“You’re my Alex , and I’m going to love you forever.” I thrust into him, bringing his hips back up so I can do it again, going even harder. He shoves his face into my pillow and groans. Hips stuttering as he pushes back onto me in little movements that bounce his ass on my cock, I watch him in awe. Mesmerized by his lithe body below me, telling me he needs it harder and rougher.

“ God, Alex , I love you so much. I'll give you everything—the world, the stars, the fucking galaxy. I will be your everything.”

He whines and fucks back on it like he needs it. I lean over him, taking a fist of his hair, and tug.

“Noel!” He screams my name, tightening up.

“Fucking come for me, baby,” I pant, throwing my head back and pushing my hips forward as his ass squeezes around my dick again and again, pulsing with each second that passes.

Alex cups the tip of his dick as he starts to cum, his fist becoming drenched in his own fluid while I continue to thrust past his squeezing inner walls.

I help him up with a hand around his chest, wrapping around his throat from behind, whispering in his ear. “Let me have a taste of that.”

Alex pants, bringing his hand up, and lets me lick up his cum from his sticky, wet fingers.

My eyes roll shut, moaning around two digits stuffed in my mouth. The sounds I make are groans of pleasure, deep and guttural after swallowing his cum.

“There's my good, sweet boy,” I croon playfully, a smile tugging at my filthy lips.

It's entirely Alex's personality I've taken on, but he loves it when I'm like this. I'm starting to understand his tells, what he likes and dislikes. And what he likes more than anything is when I'm being a little shit who can tease, taking what he throws at me and giving it back even harder.He can spit the nastiest things at me, but I’ll spit it right back at him and make him swallow it down with a please and thank you.

He hums at the praise, and I let him back down, his body relaxing into the sheets below.

I continue to move my hips, right at the edge of my own orgasm.

I've slowed down considerably, but the feel of being inside him and the taste of him on my tongue is all I need.

A couple more thrusts, and I'm shivering through my own orgasm, finishing in Alex's ass.

He thrusts back to milk it from me, his head turning to watch me come undone with a lazy smile.

I chuckle under my breath as the last of my orgasm fades, and I move up to kiss his lips.

“Don't get too comfortable. I need two more rounds from you, doe eyes.”

I frown down at him, eyebrows raised high. “Fucking hell, Alex.”

“Kidding.” He laughs.

The next Friday after school, I go shopping with Ace, Grady, and Levi. It's just a normal shopping trip, but my intention is so I can buy personal things.

Alex stays behind to spend time with my mom before she leaves for work tonight.

We shop for an hour at the local mall while I'm tasked with holding all of Ace's bags from the various stores we've already been to. Ace has no issue spending his family's money with a swipe of a black card.

Grady and Levi are on his left while I'm on his right.

“Next stop is for Noel,” Ace says. “Do you two want to stop for coffee while we do this? I doubt he'll want an audience for this part.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Levi asks suspiciously.

Grady bites his lip to hold back a laugh. “Uh, Noel, good luck in there. Ace has a way of going overboard with lingerie.”

Levi makes a choked-off noise as his face turns a deep shade of red. Ace laughs at it.

“You're taking him bra shopping!” Levi stutters.

“Lingerie, darling,” Ace corrects. “Men and women wear it.”

I keep my mouth shut. It's not Levi's business what I wear for my boyfriend.

“Noel, is he making you do this? You don't have to wear—”

“I want to,” I say, cutting Levi off. His disbelief is almost comical. Grady wraps an arm over Levi's shoulder, pulling him away from us nonchalantly.

“Have fun, you two! We'll be at the coffee place.” He gives us a small wave with Levi under his towering form, and they're off.

Ace sighs heavily. I take his hand in mine and tug. He smiles softly, looking up at me with something akin to fondness.

“Let's have some fun, shall we?”

We spend an hour in the shop with Ace oohing and awing at every lacy piece of cloth he holds up to my body. He has a collection in his basket with colorful pieces ranging from yellows and pinks to deep blues and midnight black.

When we finally check out, Ace is nodding at me like I'm his science project, and he knows he's getting an A.

“My greatest masterpiece.”

I roll my eyes.

We meet up with Grady and Levi at the coffee shop. Ace runs over to Grady excitedly, opening the bag for him to peek inside to show off the pieces he bought. Grady smiles and coos along with him for Ace's sake. He really knows how to oblige him.

Levi sits uncomfortably beside Grady, sipping at his drink, and I sit next to him.

“Sorry we took so long.” I'm not actually, but it's something to start a conversation with.

“It's fine.” He sits back, spreading his legs open wide. “Hey,” he lowers his voice, “I'm sorry for earlier. That came out wrong.”

I watch him fidget for a second when I don't automatically say it's alright. He deserves some guilty conscience. I cross my arms and say quietly, so the other two don't hear, “You didn't hurt my feelings, but I'm sure you did with Ace's. Apologize to him.”

Levi blinks, looks down at his lap, and nods. “I will.”

“Now, please.”

His eyes widen as he looks at me. I can hear his mind like a thought bubble. Are you fucking kidding me?

I grin.

He huffs, licks his lips, and bites down hard. Geez, I only asked him to apologize. What the fuck is so hard about that?

Grady and Ace are still chattering to one another when Levi clears his throat loudly, making them turn towards him.

“Hey, Ace, I uh—about earlier, I um—”

“Yeah?” Ace asks eagerly. Tilting his head like a puppy.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean it's weird or anything, just… yeah.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” Ace smiles genuinely and stands up, like he's ready to head out. “Ready for dinner?”

And just like that, Ace has shifted the awkwardness, replacing it with an easy transition.

“I'm starving. All that panty shopping has me famished.” I turn my eyes to Levi with a smirk. He keeps his mouth shut.

They all come over to my house after shopping to meet my mom.

I head straight to the washing machine to unpack my lingerie into the loader since I plan on wearing it tonight. Mom heads into work in a few hours, and I'm making the move for it to happen. Tonight.

“—been trying to get him to invite us over forever, but he's so busy with Alex.”

“Jealous, much?” Alex responds from the living room. I listen in to their conversation as my mom gushes over all of them, too happy to have my friends visiting.

“I'm sorry you have to put up with Alex 24/7. It must be headache-inducing."

“No, Alex is a gentleman. A kind, sweet boy—”

She's interrupted by peals of laughter. I chuckle a little too.

“Alex, what have you done to your friends?” Mom asks with amusement in her voice.

I finish up hiding my bags and join them in the living room. Grady and Ace are on the big couch with my mom, and Levi is standing off to the side with Alex.

“Hi, honey!” Mom gets up, hugging me when I enter. I kiss her cheek.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Well, I need to start getting ready for work, but please stay as long as you like. Makes me feel better knowing he has some company.”

“Will do, ma'am!” Ace gets up and hugs my mom, which surprises her, but she happily goes along with it.

“It was so nice to meet you all; please don't be a stranger.”

Grady and Levi say goodbye as well, but Alex walks her to her bedroom while speaking in hushed tones. I want Alex to feel like she is his mom now, too. I watch them from down the hall. Mom laughs, cradling his cheek for a second, a compassionate motherly sparkle in her eyes before Alex turns around, coming back into the living room.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Grady suggests. I sit next to him on the couch, and the others get comfortable, ready to relax. Levi sits on the floor, his back against the sofa near Ace's legs, and Alex does the same, near my legs. They fight over what movie to watch, so Grady takes the remote from Ace and Levi.

“I'll pick,” he says, like he always has to be the deciding factor.

Alex plays with my sweatpants, his head pillowed on my knee and fingers brushing the bottom of my pants.

They pick a movie I don't pay any attention to. I mostly spend it running my fingers in Alex's hair until he falls asleep. I continue to stare at him, brushing back his blond strands and rubbing his scalp until the washer beeps. I need to get up and switch it to the dryer but I don't want to disturb Alex…

“I'll get it for you,” Ace whispers, getting up with a wink. I smile in gratitude.

“Thanks.”

Listening to the movie and playing with Alex's hair has me drifting, and my eyes feel heavy.

I start to doze off.

Next thing I know, the movie is over and Levi is carrying a sleeping Ace out of the room. Grady shuts off the TV and tries to leave quietly.

“Hey,” I whisper. Grady smiles.

“Go back to sleep; we're just heading out. Text you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

I hear the door shut and look down to where Alex is still asleep on the floor, head back near my knees. I shift my body while pulling a little at his hair to get his attention. He wakes up, breathing in sharply and stretching out.

“What time is it?” He asks roughly.

“Late. Let's get in bed.”

He stands up and comes back down to the couch to straddle me sleepily, hugging my body. His hand grips my chin, and he kisses me softly on the mouth.

I smile. He's so cuddly at night. “I have a surprise for you.”

That perks him up. “What is it?”

“Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I just told you.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into my neck. “I have one for you too, actually. I just remembered it.”

“Hey, no fair, you can't have a surprise after I tell you I got you one. That's messed up.”

“You don't want it?” He peeks up at me.

“Of course I want it.”

He laughs and gets up, tugging me along with him. “I just need to set it up. Give me like five minutes and then come to your room.”

Oh… this could work. I need to get the lingerie from the dryer and put it on under my clothes…

“Okay. I'll go wash up in the bathroom and meet you in our room.”

He kisses my cheek and goes to the bedroom, shutting the door.