Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 20:09:34 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Noah's Starship- 11

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 11]-+-

~By Emri~


"He just need to look for quick checkup to sign my form and then we go to
movie, I promise! He is quick quick!" Navid said as we went into the
waiting room of the clinic. Of course Navid had to go to a Persian doctor.
He had apps on his phone that searched for the closest Persian anything you
could want. The dentist, mechanic, bakery, anything he could find; he liked
to do business with his own people.


"Persians are one of oldest civilization," Navid always said. "We invent
everything! Greeks steal credit, of course!"


We didn't wait long before a dark, handsome, muscled male nurse wearing
scrubs came out to do an elaborate handshake routine with Navid that ended
in a fist bump. His nametag said Reza and his slicked-back, black hair
framed a ruggedly handsome face with eager brown eyes. He looked like the
type of guy who would want to wrestle you before he fucked. He gave me a
wink even though Navid hadn't introduced me.


Navid showed him the form and Reza waved us back. I expected to sit in the
waiting room, but Navid pulled me behind him. We stopped near a scale and
the nurse aligned Navid against a tape measure pinned to the wall before
weighing him.


"Six feet, one inch... One-hundred-seventy-three pounds," Reza announced as
he scribbled notes on his clipboard. "You gained two pounds," he noted.


"Yes, I want to be bigger!" Navid flexed for him to show his proud work
from the gym. They made some jokes to each other in Farsi and then Reza
waved for me to stand against the tape measure. I hesitated, but he gave me
that smile. It was the same one Navid gave people. It said, "You know you
want to do what I tell you to, so go ahead."


"Five feet, seven inch... maybe eight inch... Yes, I think we can settle on
eight," Reza announced and then nudged me up onto the scale. He adjusted it
far to the left from Navid's measurements and then announced,
"One-hundred-twenty-one... oh so small. You don't feed him?" He asked Navid
while squeezing my shoulder.


"I try! He does not want!" Navid defended. Reza gave me a faked sad look
and put a hand on my arm to lead the way to the exam room. He told us to
wait and that the doctor would be in soon.


"Why did he weigh me? This is your checkup," I asked when Reza had left us.


"Is family here! Is how we do in Iran," Navid looked at me strangely like
this was normal, I should know this.


"I'm one-eighteen at home. I don't want to be one-twenty-one," I said
sadly.


"You should be much more! You are too small and must eat more. I always
tell you this, Noah. Is not healthy to be so small. You cannot grow big and
strong. We will speak to Doctor about this," Navid assured.


The doctor came in and spoke with Navid in his language for a few minutes
as he looked over the form Navid had brought in. He needed it for something
with work insurance or his student visa or... something like that. I rarely
know the whole story with what Navid is doing.


I played around on my phone since they weren't speaking in English. I was
zoned out until I saw the handsome male nurse bring in a tray with two
syringes. I watched as Navid pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and the
doctor put the needle to his arm. They kept right on talking to each other
in Farsi as if it were nothing. Navid didn't even wince. I hate needles,
and haven't had a shot since I was eight and my dad had to hold me down.


The two of them were laughing about something when the doctor moved towards
me and Navid pulled up the sleeve on my t-shirt. It took me a few seconds
to register what was happening, and I jumped away in horror.


"No no! No!" I yelled and they all looked at me like they didn't realize I
could speak. Navid looked embarrassed at my outburst.


"It's a flu shot," the doctor said. "It will keep you from getting sick."


"No, thank you," I said and backed away.


"Noah, sit down. You need this," Navid was annoyed at my polite defiance.


"The season comes late to California and this one is particularly bad. You
are on a college campus and exposed to thousands of other people on a daily
basis. You should get it," the doctor urged, but he didn't come towards me.


"He will take it. Noah, sit down!" Navid was taking this as a challenge to
his authority in front of his own people.


"He's an adult. I can't give it to him if he doesn't want it. It is his
choice," the doctor said, but Navid seemed intent on proving he was in
control of his boy.


"Noah, please," Navid reached for me and softened his eyes, "I don't want
you to get sick. This will help you stay healthy. Please... for me." I saw in
his eyes a look of disappointment. My chest tightened, and I swallowed my
anxiety.


"Be brave, Noah," the hot man nurse said and I turned to see a soft smile
as he winked at me.


"Ok," I nodded and Navid pulled me against his side. I turned my face to
his chest and inhaled his cologne as he pulled up my sleeve.


"Are you sure of this? You are an adult and must give consent. Do not be
pressured. It is what's best for you, but you have to agree," The doctor
looked at me with sincerity as I turned towards his voice. He didn't want
to give me something I objected to.


"If you really think I need it," I said. He nodded and smiled.


"It will hurt, but it is worth it," He said with a warm smile that made me
feel safe. I turned my head back to Navid's chest and bit my lip as I
looked up at him with worried eyes.


"Thank you," Navid mouthed as he looked down at me with a smile. I felt a
cold alcohol wipe a spot on my arm in preparation. I only whimpered
slightly as the needle dug into my arm and the doctor slowly counted to
four.


"All done," he said and I turned to look. Reza gave me a smile and put a
small snoopy bandaid on my arm. Navid rubbed my side, and I felt like a
little kid.


"Now, let's talk about your health. You need to gain a few pounds, Noah.
You're still growing and your body needs it. You also put yourself at
greater risk of getting sick and many other things," the doctor said. He
started in on the lecture I get from my usual doctor about how it affects
my immune system and all kinds of other things.


"This is bad, Noah!" Navid interjected. He looked at me with wide eyes of
alarm. He had apparently never heard the lecture. He was ready to make a
meal plan and asked the doctor all kinds of questions about a target weight
and types of food I should eat more of.


"You see? I tell Noah this! He gets smaller since I know him," Navid said.


"He has to understand the problem though. Too much pressure will make him
go the opposite way. Boys like Noah are on the increase for eating
disorders so be gentle with your help. He has to realize it for himself,"
The doctor told Navid. Boys like me... he meant gay boys with body image
issues.


I just nodded along and zoned out as the two men talked about my
"condition." I didn't tell him how much I worried about getting more weight
on me, how much I loved when he scooped me up in his arms, or how good it
felt when he complained at night if I wasn't sleeping on his chest. I
didn't want any of that to change.


They finished up his paperwork while I stole glances of Reza as he cleaned
up the room. He caught me looking and gave me that smile that said he
didn't mind.


I barely noticed that Navid had collected his paperwork and stood up as I
watched Reza lean over a counter to scribble some notes in a book. His
full, circled ass stretched the back of his scrubs and the waistband slid
low enough to see the top of his red briefs. I felt Navid squeeze my
shoulder and looked up to see he was still focused on the doctor. They said
something to each other that must have meant "goodbye," because he then
herded me out of the door.


We went to see one of those action movies Navid loves where everything
blows up and yet the important people are whisked out of the situation just
at the last second. It was at the movie theater restaurant he loves where
they take your order before it starts and then waiters appear in the dark
with plates and cups of whatever you asked for. I had a really good salad
while Navid worked through a burger and beer.


It was when I laid against his bare chest that night that I started to feel
super tired. It wasn't too far from my usual time to fall asleep so I
didn't think anything of it.


By the morning, though, I woke up with a pounding in my head and Navid
asking why I was wet.


"I wet myself?" I asked groggily.


"Of course no, but... you're very sweaty, and you feel so warm," He looked
me over with concern. I looked at the time on the TV and realized I'd been
asleep for ten hours. I tried to sit up but every inch of me felt achy and
I shivered violently when I pulled away from the warm cocoon of his chest.


"Oh My God! I have the flu! That doctor gave me the flu!" I yelled through
chattering teeth. Navid quickly swept me into his arms and sat up. He
pulled me into his lap and hugged me against his chest as my body shook.


"He doesn't give you flu, Noah. The vaccine inject you with dead virus so
your body learn to fight it when it meets the alive one. Maybe your body
overreact," Navid explained, showing his impressive knowledge of science.
He really is quite brilliant.


"He must have given me the wrong needle! It was filled with little flus! I
told you I didn't want it," I insisted.


"No, my sweet baby. He does not have syringe filled with flu virus in his
office. That is not how things work, my simple Noah," Navid said as though
he thought I was being adorable again. I wasn't in the mood for his
adoration though.


"I'm dying! I can feel it. I want to call my dad," I whined and leaned
around Navid to try and grab my phone, but he pulled me back.


"No! I will call him! I give you fresh clothes, then back to bed. I will
call your father and let him know you are sick and I take care of you. I
will go to store and buy things to make Persian cure soup and some medicine
for you," Navid assured. He lifted me up against his chest and then laid me
down on top of the covers.


He brought me a dark blue long-sleeve shirt and matching sweatpants. I sat
up on the side of the bed and he helped me out of my clothes and wiped me
down with a towel. He helped me dress as I shook from the cold. He helped
me get under the covers and then laid over me for a few minutes to warm me.
He kissed my neck a little and soothed me with a shoulder massage.


He went to get the thermometer from our first aid kit and played like he
was going to put it in my ass, but then slipped it in my mouth when I
laughed and struggled to get away from him.


"99.1 degrees, not much of fever, but you look so sickly," Navid said and
rubbed my forehead.


"I feel so achy," I whined and stared up at him from my burrow of blankets
and pillows.


"How you can look so beautiful even when sick. Your cheeks are little roses
and your eyes a fiery green. So beautiful, my Noah. It is hard to leave
you, but I must get medicine. Call me if you need any things. You need
rest," Navid kissed my forehead and put my phone next to me as I hugged the
pillow.


I fell asleep watching him pull on a pair of jeans with a toothbrush
sticking out of his mouth. His chest flexed beautifully as he struggled to
tuck his junk in the tight jeans. I wished I could lay my head against his
chest, but he was on a mission and sleep was overtaking me.


I woke up when I heard him banging around in the kitchen. I knew he was
making a mess, he never cooked. He rarely went in there unless he was
grabbing a drink, making his protein shakes, or rubbing on me while I
cooked his dinner. I heard him rattling pots and playing his Persian pop
music. I rolled over onto my other side and went back to sleep.


He woke me up by pushing a new plush teddy bear into my arms. I hugged it
and blinked up at him. He held a glass of water and one of the little paper
bathroom cups we used for mouthwash.


"These pills, the doctor says will help your pain. He say you maybe have
the body reacting as though it is real virus. It will figure out soon
enough that there is no need for this. You will not die, ok? He promise it
goes soon. You also should have eaten before the vaccine. I know you
probably skip lunch yesterday. You know this is not good for your body. I
expect you eat and take care of yourself when I am away to work. I don't
want have to make sure you eat," Navid said as he set down the cup and
pushed back my hair.


"You got me a bear?" I said with a smile as I hugged it. I was trying my
best to change the subject.


"I give you the moon if it make you to feel better. I hate you feel sick. I
wish was me instead," he said and leaned down to kiss my forehead.


"I wish it was you too," I laughed and hugged the bear tightly against my
chest.


"Noah, you not die," The bear said in a recorded voice that sounded like
Navid. I sat up quickly from surprise as it continued, "You feel better
soon. I love you." Navid's voice stopped then for a few seconds and I heard
an ambulance passing by in the recording. He must have made it in the
parking lot of the store.


"Is still recording? How I stop this?" Navid's voice asked through the
bear.


"I cannot find how to correct it," Navid said as we laughed together.


"Don't fix it... It's perfect." I hugged it again as my lips rose to find
his.


"I have soup I make for you. I call my mother to get perfect recipe. She
prays for you. It will help to make you stronger and I bring you a protein
shake," Navid said.


"I'm sorry I ruined your weekend," I said when he returned with a steamy
bowl and one of the shakers he took with him every morning.


"You cannot help this. It is ok. You will feel better and we can go hike
again soon. Your father is coming tonight. He had to work today and is
happy I am to take care of you," Navid assured as he set the shake down. He
slid onto the bed next to me and pulled me up against his chest to see his
concoction. It had all kinds of things floating around in it.


"What's in it? Anything weird?" I asked with a leery smile.


"Chicken, garlic, ginger, turnip, bean, lemon, spinach," Navid listed off.
I shrugged and took the spoon from it. It actually didn't taste too bad and
it warmed my chest as it went down.


"That's really good, thank you," I said and kissed him. I finished the bowl
and took a few sips of the protein shake. He had added frozen strawberries
to it which are my favorite. He knew me.


"I go to catch up on some work downstairs while you rest, text me if you
need me," Navid kissed my forehead once more and then took the bowl away. I
waited until after he left to burp. I don't think I'd ever done that in
front of him even though he did it all the time.


I was tired of sleeping though and I started to play on my phone for
awhile. I went through the pictures of us Navid posted on our shared,
private social media account. I rarely ever went on there since most of
Navid's friends who knew us only commented in French, German, Farsi, or
Arabic. Navid was able to respond in all of those languages. There was the
occasional English comment.


A lot of the friends he had on there weren't even people we knew in real
life. He had a lot of "friends" from Europe and the Middle East. They were
an odd mix of younger Arab/Persian guys who liked his workout posts or
pictures where he was holding me and older white guys who drooled over his
shirtless pics and probably posted mean things on pics of me. I wasn't sure
why he would add them as friends, but then Navid did love attention. I
noticed that everyone friended was there to validate our relationship to
him. It's probably why he didn't have any family on there. I felt sad for
him that it had to be that way.


I laid the phone down and decided I needed to get out of bed. The medicine
was making me feel better, at least until I stood up. My head felt a rush
of fog, but it was bearable. I slowly made my way downstairs to see what
Navid was up to.


When he saw me, he made an angry face and started pointing back to the
stairs. He was on the phone and had his laptop open on the bar counter
between the kitchen and living room. I couldn't go back up there and made a
sign like I wanted some water. Navid shook his head angrily  and gave my
ass a soft spank as he spoke in a happy tone to the customer on his phone.
I ignored him and went into the kitchen.


The place was a mess. He had used two chopping boards, four knives, several
plates and pots. The counter was strewn with vegetable remnants and  an
empty carton of chicken stock. I started to clear things away, but he came
around the counter and took the trash from my hands.


He shook his head at me and pointed towards the couch while he charmed the
customer on his phone. I started to argue with him silently, but then my
body began to shake as cold chills ripped through me. I stumbled against
his chest and he put his arm around me. He walked me over to the couch and
wrapped a blanket around me. He brought more medicine and a bottle of
water.


"Yes, of course! I think is something we definitely want there!" Navid said
as he sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap as I swallowed the pills.
He slid an arm around me and rocked me gently as my body calmed under his
warmth. He kissed my forehead and I drew my knees up into my chest as I
laid against him. I nodded off again as he rubbed my back.


I woke up later, buried under the blanket and sprawled out on the couch.
The tv was going with the sound off and I looked at the time on the news to
see that I'd slept away most of the day. I was feeling a little better, but
still groggy from the medicine he'd given me.


"Naviiii," I whined, but he wasn't in the room. I started to get up, but
felt weak and then laid back down. It hit me how dependent I was on him.
I'd been sick like this before and home alone because my dad couldn't get
off from work. I didn't have Navid to carry me around back then, and I'd
done ok. I pushed myself to get up.


Navid wasn't anywhere to be found so I decided to make my way upstairs to
brush my teeth. I heard the front door open behind me as I was halfway up.


"You feel better, my love?" Navid called from behind me. I turned to see
him glistening with sweat and wearing a small pair of running shorts. Aram
was behind him and in a similar state.


"I hurt," I said weakly and gripped the rail.


"You were so asleep! Aram brought you a chicken soup. I thought we have
time to get in a workout." Navid walked towards me and I instantly felt
weak. He rushed up the stairs and held me steady. He put his hands on the
sides of my chest and guided me up the stairs.


"You have to wait one more hour for your medicine. I take quick shower and
then hold you, ok, my sweet boy?" Navid laid me down and then pulled the
comforter over me. I was so tired of being in bed, but I didn't have the
energy for much of anything else. He put on the TV for me while he went to
shower.


He cleaned himself and then shoved his dick into a pair of red stretchy
briefs and blue lounge shorts before sliding in next to me under the
covers. I laid my head against his warm, muscled chest and let my hand
slide down his stomach.


He stopped me when I got down to his package. He covered my hand with his
as I squeezed the outline of his thick, flaccid cock. He groaned as I
squeezed it and felt it wake up.


"I wish we could, my love, but you need rest," He lamented. Navid slid an
arm around me and let me rest my hand on his lap as he hugged me to him. He
reached for his computer and placed it on the bed beside him. He started
working through emails with one hand as the other rubbed my ass.


I closed my eyes, but didn't sleep. I heard our door open and cracked one
eye slightly to see Aram peek in. He said something in Persian and Navid
responded. Aram came in and started to slide off his shorts. Navid suddenly
yelled something that must have been a protest to his nudity. I saw Navid's
hand wave towards my face.


Aram bent down and looked at me and then said something to Navid. I felt
Navid's shoulders shrug and then saw his hand wave towards the bathroom as
he said something else in Persian.


He and Aram had no issues with being naked around one another, but I knew
Navid didn't want me seeing him naked.


But I did.


Aram slid the shorts down showing a thin pair of almost transparent yellow
briefs stuffed with his cock. He wasn't as muscled as Navid, but it made
his package more impressive. He peeled off the sweaty briefs and tossed his
things in a pile next to Navid's dresser. His cock flopped down over two
heavy, low balls. He was surprisingly hairy down there with a thick black
bush framing his brown cock.


Navid was typing away on his laptop and ignoring Aram's nudity. They
whispered back and forth in Persian to not wake me. I got a moment of
boldness and opened both of my eyes slowly. Navid couldn't see me, but Aram
did. I saw him look back and forth between my face and Navid's. He gave me
a quick raise of the eyebrows and smiled, rubbing his cock slowly before
darting off into our bathroom.


I closed my eyes again until I heard the shower turn off. I saw him come
out with his arms up, rubbing a towel behind his back. His chest was puffed
out again and he checked to see that I was watching him. He said something
to Navid with a smile. It must have been a joke because Navid's chest shook
as he laughed. They started talking again as Aram moved around pretending
to look at stuff as he flexed his ass and tugged on his cock.


I started to feel guilty so I closed my eyes again and gave Navid's package
a squeeze. My own cock was waking up and Navid could tell. He pulled my
face in against his chest so I couldn't see Aram anymore. I heard Navid's
drawers open so I guessed Aram was searching for some underwear to steal.


I saw him again as he flopped down on the bed wearing a pair of Navid's
shorts. He was on the other side of him, and he looked at me again with a
smile. They were looking at Navid's computer, some site about sports cars.


"He's waking up," Aram said in English for my benefit.


"Almost time for pills, baby. You hurt?" Navid asked me and kissed my
forehead. I shook my head no and rubbed his cock under the covers.


"Oh wait! I forgot the gifts for Noah!" Aram jumped up and ran out of the
room as I sat up. I heard him bound down the stairs and then back up. He
raced back in with a paper bag from the convenience store.


"Yay," I said weakly. He always brought me little gifts when I felt bad. I
thought back to the chocolates he'd brought me when he upset me by asking
about my mom.


"First, I got you some lip stuff in case your lips hurt," Aram handed me a
small tube of some fancy healing chapstick. I thanked him.


"Next! I thought you would like this magazine. It says right on the cover
it is for gay people! That's you!" Aram laughed, but Navid took it and
thumbed through before letting me have it.


"Hot looks you need for Spring!" Navid read the cover. He looked through it
and then decided it was ok for me to have.


"You think I would bring him something inappropriate?" Aram shot Navid a
fake look of anger.


"Just need to check! Your jokes sometimes go too far. Maybe you bring him
naked pictures," Navid said as he handed it to me.


"Thanks! I'm so bored!" I started looking through it.


"Oh I'm glad you said that because we also have... drumroll please," Aram
insisted as he dug through the bag while Navid made a drumroll purr sound
with his lips. They were both doing their best to bring my spirits up. I
laughed excitedly and clutched Navid's arm.


"Scratchers!" Aram said as he pulled out a fistful of lottery scratch
tickets. "Navid and I used to buy these every week. They didn't have any
gay ones for you, so I got the bingo and crossword puzzle ones." Aram
splayed two of them out on the bedspread and fished a shiny new penny out
of the bottom of the bag.


"Sweet!" I yelled and grabbed the first crossword puzzle one. Navid leaned
in to point out how you scratch off the mystery letters and try to get the
right ones to complete the words in the filled out crossword puzzle.


I scratched off the first one to show the letter E and then I looked for it
everywhere on the board. It quickly dawned on me how bad I am at these
things.


"Here, here, and here, baby," Navid said gently and pointed out the ones I
had missed.


"It's so complicated," I whined. It was a jumble of words and my eyes hurt
from searching around too fast.


One thing I've learned about Middle Eastern guys is they are insanely
brilliant with puzzles and problem-solving. Navid was always working little
puzzle apps and had a good sense of how machines in our house worked when I
couldn't figure them out. I don't know if it's something they teach over
there or if it's just something they're born with, but I always feel like
an idiot around him with this stuff.


I scratched the next few letters and again Navid and Aram pointed out the
ones I was missing. I finally just gave them the ticket and they finished
it quickly. It wasn't a winner.


They did the next one without me and I laid against Navid's chest as he and
Aram revealed the winning numbers.


"You won! Thirty bucks! Not bad!" Aram said happily and handed the ticket
back to me.


"What will my boy buy with his new fortune?" Navid asked as he kissed my
cheek. We both knew I had no need for cash and he gave me whatever I wanted
though I never asked for much.


"Food! I'm hungry," I said and looked up at him with my best sick boy eyes.
It melted his face into that look of adoration he got when I did something
he thought was cute.


"Me too. Let's order a pizza!" Aram agreed.


"Pizza for us, soup for Noah free of charge... You want Aram's soup? Or more
of the soup I work so hard to prepare for you from recipe my mother use?
The one I spend time on phone with my mother to make sure I get the recipe
perfect for my Noah?" Navid asked offering me not much of a choice.


"Your soup, please," I said with a grateful smile.


"Ok, we go downstairs to warm up for you and order pizza. You will text me
if you need me," Navid reached over Aram and took my phone from the
charger.


They disappeared downstairs and left me to watch a show about rehabbing old
homes and look through the magazine. I sat up, feeling a little sore but
not too bad. I collected some jewels on my latest dumb iphone game. I was
just about to open the wizard door when I heard the doorbell ring. That
pizza was fast!


I heard Navid talking to someone and then someone yell "Move, Dude!" I sat
up to hear sets of heavy footsteps on the stairs. I got a moment of panic
and disappeared under the covers. No one yelled in our house... ever.


"Noah," a voice whined as the bedroom door flew open.


"He is sick, do not upset him," Navid yelled.


"I was so stupid!" The voice continued and then I felt something land on
the bed. I peeked out and saw Erik, red-faced and shaking.


"What happened?" I asked and reached to hug him. Erik kicked off his shoes
and crawled over to me on our bed. He found my arms and put his head on my
chest.


"He push past me, I try to stop him," Navid said, but I waved him on.


"You're sick?" Erik asked. "I'm so sorry. You should have texted."


"Tell me what happened!" I didn't mention that Navid had forbid me to tell
anyone I was sick.


"We were at a party last night and this ugly troll was hitting on Nasri and
I kept telling him to fuck off, but Nasri thought we should all play
together. I didn't want to. Then today I was looking on his phone and he
had pictures of his dick in that guy's mouth. He must have gotten head in
the bathroom when he sent me to make him a drink." Erik was sniffling and
his eyes teared up against my t-shirt.


"That's fucked up," I pointed out.


"Yeah, then he tells me that a hole is a hole and I don't get to tell him
what to do. So I told him we've been going out for a few months now and I
thought things were good. Then he says that no we are just hanging out and...
then he said that my hole was getting kind of boring for him and if I was
going to be this dramatic then maybe we shouldn't hang out anymore." Erik
started to sob as I rubbed his hair.


"Aww that's... that's messed up, dude." I hugged him and looked at Navid who
was standing in the doorway. He gave me a look that said he was clearly
annoyed with this and didn't share my sympathy for Erik.


"I know! I thought he loved me. I thought he was getting over the wild
stuff," Erik cried. Navid rolled his eyes and couldn't hold his tongue
anymore.


"Erik... You and he have sex with lots of others," Navid said with a confused
look.


"Yeah but that was always together and I thought we only did stuff together
with people we both liked... I thought he loved me," Erik explained. I shot
Navid a look like now was not the time for a sermon. He clearly didn't
agree with Erik or Nasri's morals.


"Noah needs get back to rest soon. I don't want him upset when he has
sickness." Navid said.


"I wish I had a guy like yours. Nasri avoided me when I had a cold. He said
it was gross when I sneezed. Yours is ready to build a fort around you so
you get better," Erik said and that got a smile from Navid who loved
praise.


"You can have nice guy when you can be nice boy," Navid instructed as Aram
appeared behind him.


"Yeah, a guy just like yours, Noah. Except not so controlling and boring,"
Erik shot back angrily.


"I do not control! I protect. I take care of my love as he deserves. He is
my princess and I am his defender," Navid huffed.


"He's a guy! You're a guy! No royalty here," Erik was getting upset.


"Stop... please," I whispered and grabbed Erik's arm.


"I'm sorry, Noah. You don't feel good. You look so sick. We won't argue...
what can I do for you?" Erik said and softened his tone.


"I got a prescription and Navid made me soup," I filled in Erik on the
boring details of my day. I showed him the teddy bear and we both laughed
at Navid's recording.


"That sounds really nice... I wish I had a nice guy take care of me when I
got sick," Erik lamented again.


"I'm a nice guy," Aram offered. He'd been listening.


"I'm a nice boy," Erik said and turned to see to whom the other voice
belonged. He sniffed and sat up when he saw Aram lean against the doorway.


"You're a very nice boy... You deserve better than Nasri," Aram said with a
flirty smile.


"Oh here we go," Navid laughed and rolled his eyes. "I go to bring soup
now!" He disappeared.


"Thanks, Adam," Erik said and pushed away from me to get a better look.


"Aram," Aram corrected.


"Oh... of course. Is that Persian for Adam?" Erik asked with a flirty little
laugh.


"No, it means excellence. One who does great things but does not boast,"
Aram said.


"That's... beautiful," Erik lilted and moved to the edge of the bed. Aram
came and sat next to him. They turned their backs on me. I coughed but they
were distracted with each other.


"Nasri hurts people who get too close to him. He was wrong for what he
said," Aram offered.


"He's a jerk," I interjected, but the two of them were on another planet.


"There's pizza coming. Will you stay and eat with me? Do you like
Pepperoni? I can call back and order a cheese one for you," Aram asked in a
soft voice. He reached and pushed Erik's bangs out of his eyes.


"I love pepperoni pizza!" Erik said and laughed like he'd just told a joke.
He put his hand against Aram's chest and then made a little sound of
surprise like he'd never touched a muscle before. They got off the bed and
headed downstairs. Erik recovered remarkably fast. I was just happy to see
him back at it.


I heard footsteps run back up the stairs and then Erik poked his head in
again.


"Are you ok, Noah? I didn't forget about you! I promise! If you need me to
stay with you..." Erik started. He hadn't forgotten me.


"I'm fine, Navid's been watching over me all day. You go play," I laughed.


"Thanks," Erik sighed and chewed on his lip. "I hope you feel better soon."


+++


"Noah you want to eat downstairs with them instead of up here with just us?
Soup is finished its warming," Navid popped in to the bedroom with my
medicine.


"Yeah I want to watch them flirt," I laughed. I started to slide out of
bed, but Navid helped me. He gave me the pills and some water before
helping me walk downstairs.


We found Erik and Aram downstairs making drinks at the kitchen bar. Aram
was showing him some cocktail he invented and they made three so Navid
could have one. This was turning into a party.


Navid sat me on the barstool next to the wall so I could learn against it
for support. He had laid out a placemat on the bar along with the food he'd
prepared for me. He'd warmed the soup and next to it there was a piece of
pita bread on a small plate with a smear of yogurt and drizzle of honey.
Erik poured me a glass of cold orange juice and set it down next to a
little folded index card with my name written in his flowery cursive.


Navid dished a few slices of pizza for himself and joined me at the bar
while the other two flirted on the kitchen side of it as though they were
our entertainment for the night.


My dad showed up with a yellow smiley balloon that said "Get Well Soon." He
hugged me and tied it to the barstool I was sitting on so everyone would
know who the sick guy was. He checked that I was taking medicine and still
didn't have much of a fever. Navid walked him through the entire thing to
assure him I was being well taken care of. He ate some pizza and caught up
with Navid while I finished my soup and pita.


It made me so happy to see how they got along so well, at least until my
dad agreed with Navid that the doctor didn't inject me with a live flu
virus. He always took Navid's side on these things. Then he told an
embarrassing story of me throwing a fit in the doctor's office when I had
to get a tetanus shot. I was six and apparently it took my dad and a nurse
holding me while the doctor did it.


"Noah is so delicate. The poor baby," Navid laughed.


"He's always been that way. But he's mine," dad laughed.


And then Navid filled my dad in about the doctor saying I needed to gain
weight. I looked down at my bowl as he told my dad all about it.


"I know. He was such a picky eater as a kid, especially after his mom... well
that made things worse. I used to make him sit at the table until he ate at
least half of what I got for him... He's gotten better though," dad assured.


"He's gay. We're supposed to be thin. He looks great," Erik interjected and
got glares from both Navid and my dad.


"Let's leave them some privacy," Aram said and grabbed his plate of pizza.
He pulled Erik out to the backyard with him.


"I worry for you, Noah. I want you healthy," Navid said.


"I don't feel good... I'm going back to bed," I said softly not wanting
anymore to do with this conversation.


"I help you," Navid said and jumped up.


"No, dad... can you?" I leaned against my father. He turned to hug me and
helped me walk up the stairs.


"Why do you have to tell him things like that?" I admonished him when we
got up to my bedroom. "He already worries too much about me."


"Maybe he should, Noah. How many doctors need to tell you to take better
care of yourself? If you won't do it, maybe Navid can," dad was not the
type to pacify me.


"I just want to sleep," I said as he helped me onto the bed.


"I know, sweetie. You need your rest. I'll check in with you tomorrow... I
love you," dad assured as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. He rubbed a
hand on my cheek and felt my forehead with the back of his hand.


"I love you too," I said as he pulled the covers up over my chest.


+++


"Last medicine for today," Navid said as he gave me a pill while we were
getting ready for bed. We'd taken a bubble bath and he helped me get into
some clean pajamas. In the bath, I'd kept trying to touch him and play with
his cock. He kept pushing me away saying that we had to wait until I was
well. But that didn't stop him from taking extra time when he rubbed a
soapy finger inside my hole. We were both so hard and wanted it, but he
wasn't giving in.


He tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead. He padded out of the room
naked, his heavy, half-hard cock swinging as he ran downstairs to check
that the doors were locked.


Erik had cleaned the kitchen before they all went home. I'm pretty sure he
was headed over to Aram's place to continue their evening together. He
moved on from Nasri pretty quickly.


"Everything secure," Navid said as he came back in. He pulled on a pair of
boxers even though I protested. He looked so good naked. He slid in next to
me and turned off the lamp before bringing me into his chest.


I rubbed my hand down his abs and squeezed his cock again. He groaned and
kissed the top of my head.


"I miss this pussy so much," he growled as he rubbed a hand down my back
and into the back of my briefs. He rubbed a finger over my hole and my body
reacted with a flutter of happy shivers as my teeth rubbed over his nipple.


"Fuck me," I whined and squeezed his thickening cock.


"I can't, my love. You are too weak for that. I will hurt you if I do
this," Navid whispered. He gasped when I flipped his cock out and started
to fist it. I went under the blanket and licked at the tip.


"No, no. You come back here. I say no, Noah. I have to be responsible with
you," Navid said and pulled me off of it. My own cock was tenting my
pajamas and rubbing against his thigh.


"Please, I need it," I begged.


"Tomorrow, if you feel better. I need you healthy. Please don't push it.
You know I cannot resist your touch," Navid said with firm resolve. But I
kept playing with his cock and pulled back the covers so I could see it in
the dim light that filtered in through the curtains.


"Tell me what it feels like when you fuck me," I said and pushed my
erection against his thigh.


"When I get to fill you with what you need?" Navid laughed. He reached over
to turn on the lamp. He saw my tent against his thigh and reached to rub on
my pajamas as his other hand was buried in my briefs. His finger rubbed
over my hole in slow circles.


"Yeah. What does it feel like for you? I've never put my dick inside
someone," I said. I gasped as he hit the right spot that made my hole
twitch in anticipation.


"Is best feeling in the world to be inside you. Yours is like no other, so
tight like it was made just for me. Every little groove in there fits me
perfectly and makes me feel the whole time as if I am on edge of cum,"
Navid said. I jerked his cock in slow motions with a hard grip. I liked to
stroke it a few times and then squeeze the shaft to watch the little pearl
of pre-cum form at the dark, flared head. I scooped it up with a finger and
then brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean and then went back to
massaging his cock.


"Is it different from the other guys you fucked? Like is every ass unique
somehow?" I asked. I knew he didn't like to talk about his past
experiences, but I wanted to know.


"Yes, each is different and feel different. It get to be routine though
when you fuck so many different holes all the time. But yours I know so
well and is my favorite," Navid said and sat up, pushing his body back
against the pillows. He got suddenly serious.


"Yours is most different though because I love you like no one ever has had
my heart. Is so different when you are with the one you love, the one who
is meant for you, my gift from Allah," Navid reached over me as I stroked
his cock and brought a bottle of lube from the side drawer. He squeezed
some on two fingers and then tossed the bottle aside.


"I feel like a different person when I can make you hard... make you cum.
Like I'm not the boring quiet Noah everyone thinks I am." I kissed up his
chest as I pushed down my pajama pants to give him access.


"When you find the one made to own you, there are parts of you only for
him. When I hear the little whine you make, the begging for me when I hit
right spots inside you with my tongue, fingers, cock. That is best feeling
in world. I feel like I win a championship trophy and your body, like the
crowd of fans, cheers, `Navid! Navid! Navid!'" He slid one finger into my
hole and used his thumb to rub that spot between the hole and the nuts. It
made my cock jump to life and I began to whine and pant against his chest.


"Naviiiii," I begged. "Oh fuck that feels so... Oh fuck!" He was working me
like an expert.


"I know my baby, how to make to feel perfection. I study you, from day I
meet you I know I want to learn everything that bring you pleasure," Navid
said as he worked the second lubed finger inside me. He started to slowly
fuck the ring with his fingers, gently stretching me for him.


"Really? Tell me about when we met," I asked. My voice sounded weaker than
I felt as my body shook with ripples of pleasure at his touch. I jerked on
his cock slowly as he spoke.


"The first day I see you. You come in through the door and I knew instantly
I wanted to fuck you. You had face of all-american angel. You were like
scared deer in my hunter's scope. I thought you would be easy target for
me," Navid slid the two fingers in and out of me in rhythm with his speech.


"Easy target? That's awful," I whimpered as his fingers burrowed deep in my
hole. He paused and leaned down to kiss my neck.


"I know. I tell you I was not nice boy. I had much destruction here and was
to finish my last year with bang as many as I can before go home to Iran. I
never deserve to find my Noah, but Allah was merciful when I had no hope
for better. I let you go that first day. I can see that you wanted me very
much... something stop me from charm you to come home with me... you were too
innocent," Navid said. He slid the fingers from my hole and pushed me onto
my back.


"I did want you. I totally did. I would have followed you wherever you
wanted. You made my stomach flutter every time you touched me or touched
your lap." I brought my knees up into my chest as Navid got up and went to
slick up his cock with more lube.


"You are sure you feel ok to do this? I don't want you get sicker," Navid
fisted his cock as he knelt over me. He broke the magic to check on my
health. He was always concerned with my needs before his own.


"Please, fuck me. I wanted it all day and now you can't stop please," I
whined. He shook his head solemnly, but gave in to what I wanted.


"I almost skip second day of class to avoid you. I spent the all night with
you in my dreams. I knew was wrong to go after you for sex, to bring you
into my destruction. I decide to push you away for your safety and protect
your heart... But then I went to class... I see you and our eyes meet and you
light up and it... my heart melt for you like for no one ever makes me to
feel this way." Navid leaned over me and put his cock against my hole. His
lips touched down against mine as he started to sink into me. He sucked the
air out of my lips as he pushed inside.


"The more I know of you," Navid started as he kissed down my neck, his cock
sliding into me. "The more I fall into love. The second week of know you...
You remember the first day I take you to lunch?" Navid shoved his cock in
to me as I gasped.


"Yeah!" I yelled in response to both his question and his invasion. I
bucked my ass against his pelvis to force him in deeper.


"My mother call me that night, was next day's morning for her. She says in
her prayers she sees that the one meant for me... the one she prays I find is
near. She asks what nice girls I meet. I said I meet many but none that I
think are right. She describes her, the girl she see, beautiful but small,
quiet and kind, innocent so she trusts me for everything I say... I realize
it is you. It is same way I think of you only Allah shows her in terms that
are make sense to my mother which means she thinks you are girl," Navid
whispered against my ear as he started to fuck me gently. His arms slid
around my back as he pressed me against his chest, his cock pounding me
lightly.


"I know she can never understand, but maybe if is this much meant to be,
Allah will help her to accept it someday... maybe father as well. But I knew
for certain you were my path, my gift, my reward from heaven that I do not
earn. Every time I see you I want go deeper in your world. When you come to
see my game, when you lay on my bed to nap. When you watch me dress and
look at me with the curiosity of a first love... so pure... so innocent. I want
so much to touch and explore you... but I didn't want push you too far too
fast," he admitted.


Navid was speeding up as I whimpered and begged him for more. I was
splitting my attention between his story and the intense pleasure he was
bringing my body.


"Yeah, fuck me! I wanted you so bad. I never thought you'd be into someone
like me," I said.


My arms and legs were wrapped around him as he started to speed up his
pounding. I felt dizzy, light-headed the deeper he got into me. My eyes
lost focus as I struggled to keep them open. He slid in as far as he could
go and then held there for a second. I felt his cock pulse and then he slid
out again.


"Of course you didn't. You were too pure, protected from the bad people
like me. I knew with you I must take it slow and make things beautiful as
you deserve," Navid worked a steady rhythm of pumping into me and twisting
my nipples. I was feeling weak and dizzy but lost in ecstasy as he pounded
me into the mattress. I stared up at his magnificent chest, his strong arms
that pinned me down, his warm eyes that focused only on my pleasure.


"I was so desperate for you," I confessed as I moaned under his expert
touch.


"When I first see your creamy white ass and untouched pink hole, the most
beautiful I ever see... I lose all resolve. I knew I needed it, is like you
spend your whole life in dusty dirty land of despair and then one day you
come over the hill and see most beautiful green pasture untouched by evil
war and greed. I too was desperate, my love. I still am," Navid growled as
he slammed his cock deeper inside me. His storytelling was letting him go
longer than usual, but my body was on the edge and I needed to distract it
from cumming too soon.


"I was so worried you'd leave or find someone better," I admitted in
between deep breaths as my hard cock thumped against my stomach with each
pound of his hammer.


"Never to fear this! You are first one I touch that I feel peaceful about.
I know with all inside  me that my pathway led to you... the broken road that
led me straight to you," Navid quoted a country song he liked to play
sometimes. His English teacher in Iran played country songs  because they
were slower and used clean language.


He buried his lips against my neck and did pushups against my ass as my
hole twitched and squeezed his cock. My cock was rubbing against the furry
ridges of his abs and dangerously close to coating them with my seed.


"I am so close to finish, my love," Navid growled as he slow fucked me and
kissed up my jaw. He was trying to make it last as my ass clamped down on
his thick pole.


"Me too," I whined against his hair as my lips grazed his scalp.


"I cum, baby. So hard," Navid started to speed up and slid his arms around
my back to bring me deeper into his chest. He hugged me tightly as his body
shook and sent mine over the edge.


"Fuck, me too. Fuck fuck, uhhh," I whimpered and buried my face into his
shoulder as he pounded the cum out of me. I felt him filling me up as I
shot a slimy mess all over his stomach. We rocked in synch as waves of
shudders and pleasure consumed us.


"Fuck I love you, my uhhhh my Noah," Navid's voice dropped an octave as my
teeth dug into his muscled, sweaty shoulder. I had a bad habit of chewing
on him when we came together, but he never complained. He was a man. He
wanted me to know he could take it.


He filled me with his cum until I felt it leak out around his shaft as I
finished spasming in his arms. My body gave two last shivers and then I
collapsed back against the bed.


"Ohhhh," I whined and took two deep breaths.


"Ahhh!" I suddenly screamed and leaned up as a blinding pain shot through
my head.


"Oww, oww, oww," I cried as I felt the pain spread through my head like a
dam breaking.


"What, baby? What? I hurt you?" Navid sat up suddenly frantic. He looked
down at me with horror and his sweaty, hulking frame took deep breaths as
he recovered.


"My head, ohh fuck ow, ow, ow," I sat up and felt tears rolling down my
cheeks. His cock was still buried in my ass, but all the pleasure was gone.


"Oh no!" Navid scooped me up into his arms and got off the bed with me
balanced on his cock and pressed against his chest. He rushed into the
bathroom and turned on the bath. He slid me off his cock and a load of cum
gushed out of me and dripped onto the floor.


"Owwwww," I whined as he set me down in the bathtub and the warm water
started to fill around me.


"You need deep breaths, baby. It is the rush from too much excitement. Your
blood flow goes in different parts. You need calm. Breathe with me,
please," Navid looked down at me with a cum-slicked hard cock jutting out
in front of him. It flailed wildly as he rushed to the counter to get the
medicine from the doctor.


"I cannot give you more medicine. You have all for the day and you are too
small to take more," Navid sighed. He knelt beside the bathtub and leaned
over me. He put his hands on my head and massaged it, rubbing his thumbs
against my temples.


"Breathe. It is the tension and excitement that bring this. You must
breathe through it," he commanded and made a deep inhale and then blew out
into my face. I tried to mimic him. My head was pounding angrily. I blinked
my eyes closed, but he told me to keep them open. His image blurred in
front of me. I felt like my brain was going to pound out of my head.


"Focus on me, look into my eyes, calm baby, calm please. Keep to breathe,"
he said and I focused my eyes on his. Slowly the fog started to part and
his face came back into focus.


"There we go, good boy. You can do this for me. Keep going," Navid said as
he kept breathing deeply with me. A smile formed on his lips as he tried to
look brave. We stared at each other, breathing together as the tub filled
with warm water. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, but it slowed with
time.


"Better," I whispered, and his smile grew into a wide, hopeful grin. He got
into the tub with me and sat behind me, pulling me back against his chest.
He kissed around my neck as he rubbed soapy hands over me.


"I knew we should not do this. I will be stronger next time," Navid said
after I'd calmed down.


"No, I needed you. It's ok. I'm ok," I insisted as my headache subsided.


"Oh Noah," Navid shook his head and gave up. He held me with one arm as he
washed himself under me.


+++


The next morning I woke up feeling completely back to normal. I'd slept a
long time and Navid was already up and downstairs. I smelled burning toast
and knew he was trying to make me breakfast. I peeled off my pajamas and
padded downstairs in my briefs. He had turned off the AC to keep it warm
for me.


"No, go back to bed," Navid said with a look of concern that was ready to
take care of me for another day.


"No need, I feel great!" I assured. I did a few jumping jacks and gave him
a thumbs up.


"You are sure? You look better. Your body must have figured out you are not
sick," Navid rushed over and lifted me up into the air with a spin like we
were some kind of figure skating team.


"All good!" I laughed. He set me down and we kissed.


"I was so worried for you," he admitted.


"You took care of me. Now you go relax and I'll make us a breakfast," I
said and went into the kitchen. I found another mess, but I couldn't
complain. All I saw was a big mess of love. I made him his favorite
pancakes with peanut butter and bananas. I cleaned up the kitchen after we
ate together and watched the news show he records. Life was back to normal.


+++


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