Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 00:43:18 -0500
From: Ethan Y <mr_e08@hotmail.com>
Subject: Noah and Jordan Chapter 14

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Hello all,

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---------- Chapter 14 ----------

*** NOAH ***

His hands are cold. They shake with anticipation. I can feel the sweat on
his palms as I tug him along into the bedroom. I look into his eyes, his
warm blue eyes. He stares back at me. Deep within him there are conflicting
emotions; excitement and lust. A hunger and desire to move our relationship
forward; to finally be together.  Yet at the same time, concern. Concern
perhaps we are rushing; concern this will change the dynamics of our
relationship.

Concern for me.

"Are you sure Noah?" he asks me, his voice barely audible.

His eyes give him away. He's real. He cares. I truly am ready to be with
him.

I move closer and wrap my left arm around his waist. He places his hand on
my lower back. I take my fingers and brush the hair off of his forehead,
tracing a line back to his ear, across his cheek, slowly over his moist red
lips, down his neck, and finally resting my hand on his shoulder.

I look at him and smile. I bring my lips to his. They lock together as I
feel him against me. I give into him.  I give into my deepest desires.

Our bodies press together, grinding against one another. I grab on tighter
to his waist as his lips devour mine. I can feel his heart beating against
me. Our tongues meet. He kisses me more passionately. My hands are all over
him. One feels his back - the other runs through his messy hair. My body
aches for more.

I break off the kiss. My lips hover close to his. I lean my forehead
against his, with the tips of our noses touching. He doesn't let go of
me. He holds me close as if his life depends on it. His chest heaves as we
both try to catch our breath. That was intense.

"Jordan," I say. "I'm more than sure."

The words are barely out of my mouth as Jordan's lips find mine once
again. It's almost like a switch has gone off inside of him. The lust has
multiplied. We move to the foot of the bed, as our tongues ferociously
battle one another. The passion and heat is insane. Our hands are all over
one another. I find the corners of his shirt and pull it over his head. Our
lips barely part for a millisecond as I toss his shirt onto the floor.

It's almost impossible to break away from Jordan. His hands are all over
me, feeling my back, my ass, my hair.  I manage to get my hands on his
chest and push him down onto the bed. He lies down flat on his back. I
crawl onto the bed, admiring the lines on his body. I place my hands over
his head; my knees are by his waist. I bring my head down and find his lips
again.

Our lips have met countless times now. Yet each time we touch the same
passion burns within me. I move my lips across his cheek and find his
ear. I lick his earlobe, taking it into my mouth, chewing on it
softly. Jordan lets out a sigh.

As my lips move slowly down his neck, kissing him along the way, I find a
nipple and squeeze it between my fingers. It doesn't take long for it to
stand at attention. I take in his skin, smelling the musk smell mixed with
sweat. His skin tastes salty. His cold skin quivers as heat penetrates into
it from my warm lips. My lips pass over his hard pecs, tracing a line
around his nipples.

At first I tease him. Brush my lips past them. Then flick them with my
tongue. I bite down on them ever so softly. Jordan's body jerks. He wasn't
expecting the attack. But I can tell he is enjoying this. He moans in
appreciation.

Jordan's body is perfection. His hard pecs lead down to a flat torso, with
abs that are defined and toned. I work my way over his six pack. I want to
feel each inch of his body, taste every corner, run my tongue over every
ridge and curve. There is only one cure to my insatiable appetite - his
body.

Jordan remains silent through this onslaught from my tongue but his body
speaks volumes. He arches his back as I make my way down. His hands find my
head. He runs his fingers through my hair. He is ever so slightly pushing
me further down, to the obvious tent waiting in his jeans.  His dick is
straining to get loose.

As my lips reach his belly button, I place my hand on his jeans, rubbing
the fabric against his dick. I unbuckle his belt and pull down the
zipper. He lifts up his waist as I pull his jeans off and throw them onto
the floor.  His dick is fighting against his black cotton boxers for
freedom. All in due time.

I move down the bed, so that my knees are just on the edge. I lower my back
once more and kiss the top of his dick. I kiss all the way down the shaft.

"Fuck Noah ... that feels ... please ... "

I sit up and look into Jordan's eyes. They beg me to release him. I can't
believe I am about to do this. I put my thumbs into the waistband of his
boxers and pull down them down. His rock hard dick slaps against his lower
stomach and lurches forward, standing at attention - ready to go.

I lick my lips as I lower myself back down. Here goes nothing.

*** JORDAN ***

Fuck.

Shit.

Breathe.

Control.

Holy crap.

I can't.

Shit, hold it in.

The heat.

The friction.

The sensation.

I arch my back.

I moan.

He's driving me crazy.

He's all over me.

Devouring me.

His tongue licks all seven inches.

He circles the top, around the mushroom head.

He flicks his tongue across my slit.

Shit.

Then it's almost all gone; engulfed by his mouth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He can't get it all in but still it feels amazing.

His hands play with my balls.

My hands are on his head, pushing him down further.

He licks the sides, sucks on the head.

I'm breathing harder.

I raise my body.

I push into his mouth.

Fuck.

I've had blowjobs before but this is something else. Noah is in a league of
his own. The way he moves his lips and his tongue around, as if he is
worshipping every part of me. I can't take it any longer. If he continues I
will cum right into his mouth. I don't want to do that yet. As much as it
pains me, I have to nudge him off. He moves off, sitting on my lower
legs. I'm too close. I need to slow down.

"Fuck, Noah ... that was ... wow ... good. You're ... fuck ... amazing."

He just smiles back at me. I sit up. My hand finds the back of his neck and
I bring him close to me. His body is a drug. My drug. I can't get enough. I
find his lips and kiss him. I want to feel him again. I want to feel his
insides, taste him. I grab the corners of his t-shirt and pull it over his
head. Before he even gets a chance to balance himself, I throw him onto his
side. My arm goes around him as I kiss him once again. He throws his leg on
top of mine. I feel his tongue against mine. The inside of his mouth. His
hot flesh. My hand finds his ass, his tight ass. I feel his globes, squeeze
them with my fingers.

I move down his body, giving him the same royal treatment his lips gave
me. I taste each inch of him, lick him, smell him, devour him. He trembles
when I kiss the sides of his stomach. He warned me from before he is
ticklish. I unbuckle his belt and fling off his jeans. I tease his dick,
pressing against his boxers. I want him to feel the pain of the agonizing
wait he inflicted upon me.

Even when I rip off his underwear I don't pay any attention to his dick. I
work around it. This drives him crazy. He moans but I ignore him. Instead I
focus on his balls, playing with the two with my fingers and then my
mouth. As my lips feel his balls, I run my hand over his dick. It's rock
hard. Slightly curved to the right.  It feels about six or seven inches.

This is it. I've never done this before. I'll try to emulate what Noah
did. Fuck that felt really good. Ok, here goes. A guy's dick in my mouth. I
never thought I'd try this. Alright. I move up, taking my tongue from the
base of his shaft, running it along till I hit the top.

His body jerks. It gets stiff. He moans. I guess I did something right.

My tongue circles around the rim, going up and down back the length of his
shaft. I work around his dick, lick the top. His body tells me he wants
more. I can do this. Just take it in. I take it all within my mouth,
working down his shaft. Then I gag.

"Easy Jordan, slowly."

Shit, that didn't work. They make it look so easy in porn. Okay try
again. I suck on his cock. He moans. This works. But then his body
twitches.

"TEETH!"

Crap. I look up at him, "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just don't do that again."

I forgot about those. Okay, I can do this. I can take all of it down my
mouth. Just don't gag. I read about this on the net. Just don't think about
gagging. It's simple. I try swallowing his dick once again. Barely any of
it is when I start to gag again. I move off of him coughing. Noah pulls me
up to him.

"Sorry, that was bad ... not like you ... "

He cuts me off. "It's okay, it takes time to learn. And that was amazing."

"You're not a good liar."

He kisses me again. The distraction works. It only takes a second to get
back into him. He presses his body against mine, and I feel his dick rub
against my skin. It's the first time I've felt his bare skin against mine.
While still kissing me, he lowers his hand and starts to play with my
dick. He then puts both of ours together and starts to jerk them off at the
same time.

I've jerked off plenty of times. Okay fine, lots. But this is a new
sensation. His hand feels so much better.  The way he rubs his hand along
the skin. The way his dick feels against mine. I can't keep it in much
longer. I find his ass again and start playing with it. I take a finger and
push against his hole. Noah doesn't hesitate or say anything so I continue
on.

"Do you have any lube?" I ask him.

He reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a bottle.

"You've been preparing for this," I say to him with a smile.

"Oh shut up ... like you haven't ... I know you've been looking up gay sex
guides."

"Only to please you," I say as I kiss him again. The best way to win an
argument or any conversation with Noah it seems - a kiss on the lips.

I open the bottle and spread some of the cold liquid onto my fingers. I
then take some and spread it onto his hole. Slowly, I take my finger and
work around the ring. Noah starts to breathe a bit heavier. I continue to
work the liquid into his skin and around his hole. Then, I take my finger
and push it in a bit, just inserting an inch. Noah makes a noise. I let it
sit there a minute to give him time to adjust.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"Fine."

I push in deeper until half of my finger is in. Again I pause for a
second. I then push in the entire finger.  Noah stiffens. He inhales and
very slowly exhales.

"Burns a bit," he says. "Thanks for cutting your nails."

I carefully pull my finger out, just leaving in a bit. I slide it back in a
few more times. I then add in a second finger. Again Noah stiffens his body
but slowly he begins to relax. His sphincter is tight. I don't want to hurt
him. With both fingers in, I feel around inside. It's warm. I press against
something and Noah moans loudly. This must be the prostate that I read
about online. After a minute or two I put more lube on my fingers.  This
time I put three fingers against his hole.

"You ready?" I ask.

"Yeah, go slow." He says.

I barely push them in.

He yells. "Shit."

I pause.

"It's okay," he says.

I continue to work his ass for a few more minutes. Gradually I get my
fingers back inside of him. Noah doesn't say anything, but his breathing
gets faster. He doesn't seem to be enjoying this much right now.

"Okay Noah, you ready for it?"

"Dunno. Think so. Hope so."

He grabs a box of condoms from his table. I stand up over the bed, grab one
from the box and rip it open. I quickly put it on. I place Noah near the
edge of the bed with his feet dangling over. I want to see him. I want to
look into his eyes as I enter him.

I look down at his face. His pale eyes stare back at me. I wonder for a
second what thoughts are going through his brain. He looks transfixed,
almost in a dazed state. He is a bit nervous and I'm not surprised. A bit
excited too I hope. My head is cluttered, fuelled on by the adrenaline
pumping through my veins. All I can think about is fucking Noah, pleasing
him until he shouts out my name.

I lean down and kiss him slowly, trying to calm down his nerves before the
invasion. I stand up and lift his legs and place them against my
shoulders. I lube up his hole again, then rub lube up and down my
condom-clad cock. I place the head of my dick against his quivering hole.

"Go slow," he says.

"I'd never hurt you."

*** NOAH ***

I look into his eyes. There is still that burning lust and concern. I know
he won't hurt me. And with that he begins to push in. The head pops in and
I scream.

"Fuck." Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck! Breathe. Relax. Okay. Shit. My chest rises
up and down. He waits, giving me time to adjust.

"Okay, go on," I say.

He ever so slowly pushes in. My hole tries to fight off the foreign attack,
but he proceeds until I feel his pubes against my skin. This burns. Shit I
thought this was supposed to feel good? Okay just relax. Stop being so
tense. Relax. I need to relax my muscles.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, just leave it there for a second."

He's in me. His dick is actually in me. Those days in English class when
the thought ran through my head, me bent over, his body towering over me,
fucking me till I came. A dream that seemed far-fetched. Even though this
hurts and burns a bit, it feels right. I feel full, not only in the literal
sense, but emotionally full.

He pulls out slowly half way and pushes back in. He does this a couple of
times. The pain eases a bit, but damn this still hurts. My eyes are
clenched shut.

"We can try again if this hurts Noah."

"It's okay, keep going." I tell him.

I want to feel him in me. I need to feel him in me. To connect with him. To
be one with him. He picks up the pace a bit.I feel his dick hit against my
prostate. Fuck, that feels good. Still hurts like hell though.

"Fuck Noah, you feel so good. Your ass is so ... tight."

His speed picks up and he gets into a rhythm. He pulls out almost entirely
and then drives back into me. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. Even
though there is still pain, it's starting to slowly fade.

Jordan is fucking me. He's fucking me. I'm lying in my room on my bed and
he is standing before me, tall and proud, making love to me. It feels
surreal. I had thought about this so many times but never had I thought it
would truly happen. He quickens his pace more and starts to really go after
me. The pain is dissipating, and I start to see why this feels so good. He
fills me with himself. I feel complete, connected. He leans forward and I
wrap my legs around him. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me. An
onslaught from two ends. His tongue invades my mouth while his dick invades
my hole. His body invades my soul.

He doesn't miss a beat. His dick presses against my prostate. I push down
to meet each of his thrusts. He starts to breathe heavier. I can see the
sweat forming on his brow.

He moans out loud. "Fuck, oh fuck."

I open my eyes and stare at him. He fixes his eyes on me and slowly a smile
started to creep across his face.  He's not being sly or teasing me. It's a
smile driven by ecstasy. I smile back. We both hold each other's gaze while
he drives into me, sending waves on sensations through my body.

His hand finds my dick and starts to rub it. He quickens his pace on my
dick as he quickens his thrusts. His warm hand moves up and down my dick. I
grab onto the sheets as arch my back and moan loudly. The dual sensations
are too much for me to bear. Within seconds I am shooting out streams of
cum as I shout out his name.

"Jordan!"

As my orgasm subsides, he pulls out of me, flops down onto the bed, peeling
off the condom. I feel so empty without him. It feels like a part of me is
missing, gone. I find his dick and start to jerk him off. He continues to
breathe heavily. He raises his back.

"Fuck Noah ... "

He's close. Within seconds his dick is pumping out jets of white cum onto
his sweaty body. I let go of his dick as the last bit of cum streams
out. We both lay there motionless for a few minutes. The room filled with
the smell of sex, sweat, cum, and the sound of our breathing. He opens his
eyes and turns to me. I barely have time to blink when his lips are on
mine.

"That was fucking amazing Noah ... I ... wow ..."

"I know ... you're amazing," I say.

He smiles at me. He then takes a finger and scoops up some of the cum off
my torso. He brings his finger to his mouth. He seems to ponder for a
second.

"Tastes kind of salty," he says as a big grin comes across his face.

Well, I've never been one to be outplayed. I lean forward, bringing my face
close to his lower abs. I stick out my tongue, licking all the way up to
his navel.

"Hmm, not bad," I say with a wink. "Shower?"

"You read my mind."

*** JORDAN ***

The warm water feels nice against my skin. So too does his body. The water
runs down my back, washing away with it the insecurity that once plagued
me. I've done - or well am doing - two things I've never done before. I've
had sex with a guy and now am taking a shower with one too. I'll be honest
I was nervous, correction; insanely nervous, leading up to today. I didn't
know what to expect. This whole journey with Noah has been completely
foreign territory for me. It's new. I still don't know what the next day
will bring. The dynamics of this relationship are complex. My emotions are
complex. I've never been with a guy romantically. I had no idea if I would
like it. I was scared shitless I wouldn't. I was afraid I would find his
body repulsive or the thought of sucking his dick nauseating. But the more
I got to know Noah the more I wanted to be with him. The urge inside me
started to grow like an uncontrolled wildfire. I did look up gay sex guides
as Noah had pointed out and I was getting more and more intrigued. The idea
of being with him consumed my mind and body. I wanted to feel him.  Him to
feel me. To connect with him in a different level. I knew I was ready, but
still I had this nagging feeling at the bottom of my stomach. Of course I
knew I was going to do something stupid to ruin the moment.  And I did! I
can't believe I scraped him with my teeth! That's a rookie mistake.

Yet he didn't seem to care. He was perfect. The way he moved, the way he
kissed me. It was intense. It was surreal. It was electric. Lying next to
him felt right. Being inside of him felt natural. Now as I stand embraced
within his arms, it feels right too. Neither of us has said anything. We
are standing under the showerhead, my back to Noah, with his arms around me
and the warm water running over us.

I've fucked a few girls in my day. Now I'm not a man-whore but, come on, I
was a horny teenage guy with needs.  But before, it was just sex and it
didn't mean anything. Fucking Noah though was so different. It wasn't just
about getting off, though that orgasm was fantastic. I got to feel him. I
feel so much more connected to him now than I did before. And well, fine, I
should be honest too, damn his ass was tight. That felt amazing!

Crap. I notice my dick has gotten hard once again. Noah does too.

"Well I can see someone is ready for round two already!" he laughs.

"Uh-huh. I wouldn't laugh. I can feel your member coming alive behind me
too."

I wonder if I will ever be able to take him inside of me. Fuck, it sounded
like it hurt. But then he did seem to enjoy it after a while ... but that
was after a while and I could tell he was still a bit uncomfortable and in
pain. One day I guess.

"Thank you." I say.

"For what?"

"For being you."

"Ah, you're welcome." He laughs.

"You know what I mean. For tonight. For trusting me. For everything."

"Of course I trust you. I knew you wouldn't hurt me," he says.

"Are you still in pain?"

"Not pain, a bit uncomfortable. Feels weird back there, but I'll live," he
says.

"Did it hurt?"

"Haha, yes!"

"So why didn't you ask me to stop?"

"Because I trust you, and it started to feel kind of good ... eventually. I
think it's something you have to get used to."

I break into a big smile. Even though he can't see my face, he knows I'm
smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" he says.

"I guess we need to get lots of practice so you can get used to it."

"You have quite the dirty little mind."

"Thank you."

"Not a compliment," he laughs.

"I'll take it as one," I say.

"Well next time it's your turn buddy."

"I don't know if I can take it," I reply.

"We'll soon find out won't we."

I turn around and give him a long, deep kiss.

"You know that always won't work right?" It's more of a statement than a
question.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Kissing me to change the subject. I'm not that dumb."

"We should finish washing up and get back to studying."

He just looks at me and laughs. "Sure."

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I must have dozed off at some point in time. The bed is a mess with sheets
and limbs flung about all over the place. I try to get up but Noah's arm is
across my chest, his leg on top of mine. I don't want to wake him up just
yet so I stay in bed. I look over at the clock - its 10 a.m. After the two
of us showered, we did manage to get some work done. We were both kind of
exhausted, so decided to take a nap. I guess we kind of overslept.  Well,
the nap did turn into another heavy make out session. I just can't seem to
get enough of him. I see an eye lid twitch in the corner. Mr. Sleepy Head
is waking up.

"Good morning," I say to him.

"Hey." His voice is muffled, half of his mouth is covered by the
blanket. He still is in sleepy mode. "Did you say morning?"

"Yes I did."

"What time is it?" He says, with his eyes still closed.

"It's 10 a.m."

"So much for the short nap," he says. He lazily opens his eyes half
way. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Waking up next to a hot guy, who could possibly complain?"

"It's too early for sarcasm Jordan."

"I'm not being sarcastic. It feels good to be waking up next to you."

"You're not freaking out after yesterday?"

"Freaking out? Why would you think that?" I ask.

"Dunno, thought perhaps reality might have struck you by know."

"Reality struck a long time ago. If I wanted out, I would have left by
now. I enjoyed every moment of yesterday - especially scraping you with my
teeth."

"Thanks for that by the way," he interjects.

"No problem, any time. So are you having regrets now?"

"Oh god no. No, no. Sorry Jordan. I didn't mean it like that. It almost
feels like something I dreamt up last night. It doesn't seem like it
happened. I've thought about being with a guy for so long, and to actually
be with one, it's just still settling into my mind I guess."

"Mine too. But I know ways to make it settle down faster," I say with a
smirk.

"I'm sure you do. So, I have to ask, any preference from last night now
... a guy or girl?"

"Um, well it's different alright. That was one awesome blow job, fuck! Who
have you been practicing on?"

"Shut up! No one."

"Joking, joking. I know. But it was amazing," I say.

"I have a dick; I did what I thought would feel good."

"Man did it feel good. I could go for another one of those anytime."

"Noted," Noah replies.

"And in terms of the sex; fucking you was awesome. You're so tight. It felt
fantastic to be in you. I feel so much closer to you now, like I know you
better somehow. Not sure that even makes any sense. Again I could go for
round two right about now ... "

"I can see that from your pants."

"Just saying, just putting it on the table. So, what about you?"

"It was good minus the teeth. The only girl I've really been with was
Stacey. Compared to her, and how she was only obsessed with pleasing
herself, I must say much better. At least with you I felt it was equal, or
we were equal."

"So round two?" I ask again with hope.

"You're insatiable."

"Only for you."

"Well we have essays to write, and Jenn is coming over, or well I hope, in
an hour or so. Get your lazy ass up."

"Buzz kill."

*** NOAH ***

She's going to come. I know it. Maybe I should call her? No I don't want to
rush her. She said she would call me. She usually comes over by twelve
... and its 11:55 right now. She would call me wouldn't she? She can't
still be angry? I always win her back. Her temper flares for a few hours,
but she always listens to reason in the end. I don't know about this time
though ... she was really angry. I did betray her and her trust. But she
will see above all that and see why I did it. She's going to come I know
it.

The minutes tick by. My phone sits idly on the table in front of me. I
haven't typed a word for my history essay in two hours. It's due in a
matter of days. The apartment is silent. Jordan went home a short while
ago.  He had forgotten some of his notes at his dorm. Plus, he figured if
Jenn did show up, it would probably be a good idea if he wasn't here. We
thought I should first re-establish my relationship with her, and then
slowly bring in Jordan to the mix. I really didn't want him to leave, but I
knew he was right. I hate it when he is right. I know he will be back so
that makes it easier.

"She's going to come," I say aloud to myself. "She will. I know she will."

The clock strikes twelve. Nothing. Just wait it out. She will come. I know.

One o'clock; still no sign of Jenn.

I see a text from Jordan. "She show up?"

"No" I text him back.

"She'll come. Don't worry," is his response.

She'll come.

She doesn't come.

By six I give up. She isn't coming.

Defeated I lay on the couch. I haven't done anything all day. I spent the
day idle, in limbo, waiting for her arrival. What does this even mean now?
Is our friendship over? Did I lose her to gain Jordan? It doesn't make
sense. I know I was wrong and I wronged her, but we're best friends. Our
friendship has to be stronger than that.  I know it is. I guess I expected
too much.

My phone starts to vibrate. Another text from Jordan I suppose. He's been
sending me reassuring messages throughout the day. I have no strength in me
to look at another cheerful text. I curl up onto the couch and shut my
eyes.

Lying there on the couch I don't know why, but I feel so alone. It's
strange because I know I have Jordan. I know that. Yet, you know when
sometimes you have this horrible feeling wash over you, you feel like
you've lost everything. The world just seems darker. You push out all the
reasonable thoughts out of your brain and take refuge in delusion. That's
how I feel. Like a dark cloud is hanging over my head, like the sun will
never come out again. I can't lose Jenn.

You know what, if she isn't going to come to me, then I'm going to her. I'm
not letting this end like this. I jump off the couch and walk out the
door. I'm on the street in seconds. The world seems to fly by as I make my
way over to her place. It only feels like seconds and I am at her
apartment. I knock on the door. No one answers.

"Jenn ... it's me, Noah. Open up."

I knock again. No one comes. I feel for the doorknob. It's open. I walk
in. It's dark. I try to find a light switch. My hand feels around in the
dark. I find it and flick it on. There is no sign of her.

"Jenn," I call out.

My voice echoes through the apartment. She isn't here. I turn to
leave. This was a stupid idea. I hear a sound.  I turn back around. That
sounded like it was coming from her room. I make my way over to the door. I
knock on it. No one answers.

"Jenn it's me. Open the door."

I push open the door. It seems to fly open without much effort. I barge
in. It takes me a second to realize what's going on in front of me. All I
see if a mess of limbs. Two bodies against one another, kissing each
other. A face appears ... it's Jenn. She's smiling at me. Why is she
smiling? I want to say something but no words come out. The other person
turns their head towards me.

"Hi Noah," he says with a grin from ear to ear.

Jordan? This is why he left me? To come to her?

They sit there smiling at me. They laugh. A high pitched laugh. The sound
pierces through my ears. I have to get away. But the sound gets louder, it
rips through my body. It's pounding. Someone's yelling. Someone's yelling
my name. I can't get away. The two are everywhere. Smiling at me. Laughing
at me.

"Noah?"

My eyes fling open. I can hear my heartbeat.

"Noah? Are you home?"

I look around me. I'm on the couch. I'm at home. That was weird.

"Jenn?" I say. My head is still spinning.

"Noah, open the damn door."

"Coming, coming, one sec. Hey," I stare at her.

"Hi. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I say moving out of her way.

"You okay? It's only me. You look weird," she says.

"Yeah, sorry, I was sleeping; weird dream. You startled me. You came."

"Yeah. You sure you're okay? Did Jordan do something already?"

"I'm fine. Nothing happened. What do you mean already?"

"Well, he doesn't have the most honest track record," she states pointedly.

"Jenn he isn't like that. Anyway, you came."

"Yeah. You never responded back to my text, but I still thought I'd come."

"Text? What text?"

"I sent you one a short while ago, but maybe you were sleeping."

I look at my phone. The last text wasn't from Jordan. It was from Jenn.

I look back at her. "I thought you weren't going to come."

"Why?"

"Because it's eight o'clock now."

"Yeah, I did that on purpose."

"Um, why?" I ask.

"I know you'd freak out."

"I did."

"Yeah, you would get worried and worked up."

"Yeah ... "

"And I thought that would be a bit of payback."

"That's not really nice."

"And what you did isn't either, so too bad."

"So, we're even then?" I say in a hopeful tone.

"HA, you wish. Just count your lucky stars I came."

"I knew you would."

"Did you now?" she asks.

"You know me well and I won't argue against that; you knew I would freak
out and I did. But I knew deep down you would come. And here you are."

"You can't live without me. Without me you're hopeless."

I laugh. "So, we're good?"

"As good as we're going to get, yeah."


"So, did you want to work on the essay then?" I ask her.

"No, I did mine at home."

"What!? I haven't even started and it's due this week. I thought we were
working together?"

"Writing an essay isn't really a group project. I did it this morning while
you were sweating it out."

"You're evil."

"I know. So, how is everything going with Jordan? Was it worth betraying my
trust?"

"First off, you forgave me, so none of that betraying your trust crap. I'm
not going to put up with your nonsense. And as for Jordan ... it's going
really well." I try not to blush but can't help myself.

"I'm still surprised he's gay. The way he kissed me, I wouldn't have ever
though he was into dudes," she says.

When she says 'kissed me' the weird dream pops up into my head again. It
makes me shiver.

"Yeah, he's gay."

"How long has he known for?"

"Well, he says he started developing feelings for me while he was dating
you. And like most guys do, he kind of fought it. He thought it was a
phase, and all sorts of stuff. But eventually he realized he liked me."

"What made him take the plunge?"

"Well I told you how he kissed me the night you thought I went
missing. That was it. He thought he had lost me forever. And so when he saw
me he went for it. And ever since then we have been going slow. This is all
new for him and me too; we are both still adjusting. I've never been in a
relationship with a guy, but I'm really enjoying it."

"Are you happy?" she asks.

"I am. I honestly am. Happier than I have been in a long time."

"That's why I forgave you. I've known you a long time. I remember Stacey
and I know how that relationship took a toll on you. You put a lot of
pressure on yourself to do well, to please your family, to please
society. You put everyone else before yourself. I can see this is something
you want and you deserve. I just hope that Jordan doesn't switch back to
thinking he is straight and dump you."

"I don't know what I would do. I would be heartbroken. I've thought about
that before and it really scares me."

"You really do like him."

"I do," I say.

"And I'm sure he likes you just as much. You don't need to be worried. If
he breaks your heart too, then I am going to kick his ass so hard that boy
won't be able to sit for the rest of his life."

"Thanks Jenn."

"I've got your back."

"I know."

"So, have you two, you know, done it?"

"Jenn, that's none of your business ... " I say blushing.

"You have!"

"What, no, I didn't say anything."

"Oh come on Noah; I know that face. You two so had sex!"

"I'm not saying anything."

"You don't have to because you're body language is saying it all. You two
fucked and you liked it, you really liked it."

"Ok, stop. This is really uncomfortable."

"Fine, fine I'll stop," she says.

"Thanks. Alright we should get some work done."

"Fine," she says.

"Good."

"So, who was the top and who bottomed?"

"JENN!"

"Never mind; I know," she says with the biggest grin I've ever seen on her
face. She is enjoying this way too much.

"I'm going to kill you."

As much as I hate this girl I'm so glad she is back. Bullet dodged. Now I
just have to dodge the other million she sends my way. Oh crazy Jenn, how I
love to hate you.

*** JORDAN ***

I didn't want to leave, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Jenn is
still very emotional and seeing me probably wouldn't have made the whole
situation any easier on her. I don't blame her. There is just so much to
take in. First, how the two of us broke up after what I thought was a good
relationship (up until the last day or when I kissed Noah). Then learning
I'm gay. Then learning that I was dating her best friend who she thought
was no longer speaking to me. So yeah, I guess there is a lot to digest. I
hope she does show up though. I know how much Noah is counting on her to
forgive him. He really does need her.

I messaged him a few times but he said she hadn't shown up yet. Not
good. She'll come around and if she doesn't then I know he will find a way
to get her back. She is still angry, I told him, and it may take her more
than a day to calm down. But in the end I know she will calm down and
eventually come back to him.

Speaking of friends I think I should touch base with John. I haven't spoken
to him in days. Most of my time and energy I have been devoting to Noah. I
know John is a bit resentful about that. In the past three weeks I've gone
out with John and Eli once - that was the weekend we went to the strip
club. On Friday he called me to go out but I didn't. That was the night I
ended up staying over at Noah's place after playing volleyball with him.

"Hey, look who decided to finally call," John says answering the phone.

"Hey man."

"And what makes you remember me today?" Great he is going to be annoying.

"You're great sense of humour, that's what. Just thought I'd see how things
were going with you," I reply.

"Now you have time?"

"Dude really, come on, I've been busy. After the breakup with Jenn I wanted
to kind of zone out for a bit and focus on myself," I say.

"First it was Kate and then Jenn. Dude you keep pushing everyone away. One
day there won't be anyone left."

"I know, you're right," I say. "But I really didn't mean to push anyone
away. Just sometimes I need a bit of space."

"What am I too smothering?"

Fuck! Why does he have to be so difficult? "I didn't say that man. Come on,
give a guy a break!"

"I did at the beginning of the semester when you went all weird - now again
you're doing the same thing. Even when we went out last weekend you were so
detached ... it felt like you didn't even want to be near us." John's voice
is cold.

"That's not true." Fine it is true. I was detached. Being at the strip club
felt like I was cheating on Noah.  "What do you want from me?"

He does a weird sort of annoyed laugh. "I don't want anything from you. I
want you be the Jordan I've been friends with for the past year, not
whatever you are becoming now."

I don't want to fight with him. But he is making this so difficult. I need
to swallow my pride and move on.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I know I've been acting a bit different and I
promise I will try my best to be like my old self again."

"I heard you got into a fight with Sebastian," he says.

"I did. I thought I told you that. I got suspended from the team for two
weeks."

"You never mentioned it."

"It was stupid. He was being an egotistical jerk and I thought I would
knock him down a peg or two. The coach saw and suspended us."

"That's not what I heard," he argues.

What had he heard? He couldn't possibly know the two of us were fighting
over a guy? No one knows Sebastian is gay and no one knows he and Noah were
dating. I didn't say anything about Noah in front of anyone. Is it possible
someone overheard us?

"And what did you hear?" I ask.

"That even before the game started the two of you were avoiding one
another. You wouldn't pass him the ball and he wouldn't either; that the
coach yelled at both of you. What's going on with you man?"

AH! How do I tell him everything? I can't. I don't even know if I trust him
enough. I know that's not fair to him.

"Nothing. He just gets on my nerves. Again he had criticized the way I was
playing. I told him it wasn't my fault I had hurt my foot and it is still
healing. He thought I was trying to make excuses, so I just tried to avoid
him," I say.

That sounded reasonable enough ... I hope.

"Ok, if you say so man. Anyway, I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Sure. See ya man."

That didn't go as well as I would have liked it too. I wanted to tell him
but I chickened out. I know it's been three weeks but I still can't even
say the words out loud when I am alone. I try to yell out 'I'm gay' but I
can't. I know it's stupid. It makes me feel stupid. It's just this
insecurity in me is only starting to ebb away. I'm only slowly starting to
get comfortable with myself. Being with Noah yesterday has helped a
lot. I'll get there. I will tell John one day. I hope by that day we are
still friends.

But I want to talk to someone about this. Noah is lucky he has Jenn. I
don't have anyone else. I log onto my computer with a faint hope. It's
eight o'clock here so it's morning there. He might be online. I feel a
sense of relief when I see his name.

"Hey Aiden," I type to him.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

Talking to Aiden usually makes me feel better.

"It's going well. Getting cold here man," I say.

"Weather isn't too bad down here," he replies.

"Lucky bastard."

"So how's life?"

The last time I talked to Aiden was right after hooking up with Noah. Of
course I told him I had hooked up with that 'girl' but didn't elaborate
much.

"It's going well, how about you? I ask.

"It's good. So are you still seeing that girl?" he asks.

"Yeah, I am."

"By the way what's her name?"

Her name? Crap! What is her name? Cindy? No, sounds fake. Jill. Nah. Crap
why can't I think of a name? Noahfina?  Ha, that sounds retarded. 'She' is
not a bottle of water. There are millions of names out there! Ah ... name
...  her name ... shit! Think Jordan, think!

"Her name is Samantha." It was the first name that sounded plausible to
me. Though both Cindy and Jill are names too.

"Cool, so how is everything going with Samantha?"

"Ah, it's going well actually. We've been dating for three weeks now."

"Nice, and did her friend, the one I guess you were dating before, ever
find out?"

"Yeah actually she found out yesterday."

"How did she take it?" he asks.

"Not well. The two were supposed to meet today but last I checked she
hadn't shown up," I write back.

"Oh that sucks."

"Yeah it does, but I think they will patch things up."

"So was it worth it then? All of that torment you put yourself through to
get her?"

"Yeah it was. I've never been in a relationship like this before, it's
different." Now that's an understatement.

I really want to tell him. I want to tell someone but I just don't know
how. How do you even bring it up? It seems so odd to just type it out. Oh
by the way ...

"Sounds like someone is getting serious." he says.

"No man, I don't know. It's still early. It's just when I'm with him I feel
so different." Shit I typed 'him'.  Maybe he won't notice. "I mean her," I
quickly add.

"Dude I've never seen you talk like this about any girl before," he says.

"She isn't just any girl that's why."

"Well don't screw it up like you usually do."

"Thanks for your vote of confidence. I'm really trying not to, honestly
man," I say. "We've been taking it slow.  We only had sex for the first
time yesterday."

"You waited three weeks to have sex with a girl? You? Jordan? The horniest
guy I know?"

"Oh fuck you! Yes I waited three weeks."

"And how was it?"

"Fucking awesome man! One of my best experiences." I want tell him about
the blow job ... but I don't.

"Wow, you must really, really like this girl," he writes.

"I do."

"So you must have a pic. I have to see what she looks like. I have to know
who has mesmerized you."

Picture? Oh crap. I don't have any pictures.

"I don't have any man."

"Ok, fine. What's her full name? I'll look her up on Facebook."

Shit. I could tell him she doesn't have Facebook. Well 'she' actually
doesn't cause 'she' doesn't exist! But he won't believe me. Almost everyone
has Facebook at my age! You know what he hasn't seen what Jenn looks
like. He won't ever see Jenn because he's all the way in
Australia. Perfect, I'll send him a picture of the two of us together.

"Hang on man, I think I actually have one I took on my phone."

"Wow she is hot. Now I see why you wanted to hook up with her. The torment
makes so much more sense now," he writes.

Oh you have no idea Aiden. I have a bad feeling about this. This was not a
good idea. Crap.

"Yeah," I type back, "she really is."

"Oh man, I forgot to tell you I might have some great news," he says.

"What's up?"

And then my net goes down. Stupid dorm room connection. Worst timing
ever. Perhaps the net going down is a good thing, before I say something
even dumber! I can't believe I sent him a picture of Jenn! Shit! Dumb! This
is so going to come back to haunt me.

I shut down my computer and jump into bed. It feels strange, kind of empty
being here alone. I know I only spent two nights with Noah but those two
nights were amazing. Lying down alone now feels wrong. The bed seems so
empty. Shit man, I have to be careful. I'm really falling for this guy.


*** NOAH ***

What a day. I am beat. All I want to do now is crawl into bed with my
blanket. I didn't even do anything physical - I was sitting in my living
room all day. But mentally I am wiped out. Jenn asked me a million and one
questions. That girl does not know anything about limits or boundaries. She
wanted to know all the details of my relationship. Which isn't really odd,
because it was the same when I was with Stacey. This time though, I just
felt a bit more awkward telling her, and a bit more embarrassed. Not
everything Jordan and I do is her business. But I know she cares and is a
noisy girl too.

The bad part is I didn't end up doing any work this weekend. Saturday I was
with Jordan and Sunday with Jenn.  This is now going to be one busy
week. Great. There are only about three more weeks left until exams start.
Yet, for some odd reason, I'm not stressing out like I usually do at this
time of year. Everything is going right for a change, so I might as well
embrace it all and be happy.

My phone starts ringing - it's Jordan.

"Hey you," I say to him.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Tired," I say with a yawn.

"So did she come over?"

"Yeah she did."

"That's really good. I'm glad. So everything is good between you two?"

"I think so. She was back to her usual self."

"That's really good," he says.

"She asked a million questions about us."

"Like?"

"How it's going, and what it's like being with a guy."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth ... it's horrible."

"Liar."

"She asked if we had had sex yet."

"Oh, and?"

"And what?" I say.

"What did you say?" he asks.

"I didn't say anything. But she kind of figured it out ... sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I don't think she should know everything private that goes on
between us."

"That's true."

"Are you angry?"

"No. She's your friend. You talk. Just don't tell her everything or give
her too many details."

"I didn't."

"So, do you think she still hates me?" Jordan asks.

"I asked her."

"And what did she say?"

"She said she doesn't know. She is still mad at you for dumping her. She
kind of feels used, that you only dated her as a distraction and she's not
thrilled with that. She doesn't trust you."

"She's right. I did do that."

"She's also concerned you might one day wake up and freak out about being
gay and try to be straight again."

"And how do you feel about you?"

"I've thought about it too; it's crossed my mind. But I trust you. You seem
to be enjoying this relationship as much as I am right now, or at least
that's what it looks like. I know there was an element of risk dating you
and I accepted that when I said yes. And if I was concerned, I wouldn't
have gotten so close to you," I tell him.

"I am enjoying this relationship. And if I had doubts, I wouldn't have
gotten closer to you either."

"Well as for Jenn, I think she will forgive you. I asked her to do so for
me."

"Thank you."

"Now don't expect to be great friends, at least not at first. But I think
in time she will come to remember why she liked you in the first place."

"I know she will. So this is good then."

"It's good," I confirm.

"So we don't need to hide anymore?"

"I guess not," I say. "We could be two guy friends hanging out."

"And you're okay with that? Pretending to be only friends?"

"Yes I am."

"So then, will you come to my volleyball game this week? It's my first one
back after my suspension."

Volleyball means Sebastian. I haven't seen him since that night. I have no
desire to see him either. It would mean being back there around him. He
makes me so angry when I think about him. I don't know if I can face that
jerk.

"Noah?"

"Yes?" I say.

"You're worried about Sebastian aren't you?"

"I ... "

"I understand, but you have nothing to worry about. I'll be there; he won't
say anything to you."

"Jordan, it's you who I'm worried about. Last time you got into a fight
with him and got suspended from the team. I don't want anything to happen
again, because if it does, then you might just get kicked off altogether
and I really don't want that to happen because of me."

"I promise I won't do anything. I really want you to be there." Damn he is
so convincing!

"Fine, I'll be there."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"So, how does it feel to be in bed without me?" he asks.

"It feels good. You're such a blanket hog!"

"Aw, you miss me."

"Don't make me kick you."

"That's so sweet. You miss me," he says.

"Fine, I do. Feels weird without you being here. And I know you miss me
too."

"Yeah, sort of, kind of."

"Sure buddy," I say.

"Fine, yes, I miss you as well. You know exactly what I'd like to be doing
to you right now."

"There is no off switch is there?"

"Nope," he says in a smug voice.

"What have I gotten into!"

"Sorry no refunds now. You're stuck with me!"

"Okay I'm tired. Bed time," I say.

"Fine, fine. See you tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Okay, night Noah. I love you. Bye."

"Night."

Wait, what!? Did he just say he loves me?

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End of Chapter 14

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