Noah Mayer sighed as he looked at the clock for seemed like the millionth time that night. His boyfriend was at a bachelor party for one of his friends and had promised to stop by after the party. Thankfully, said friend was straight and there would only be female strippers at the party. Noah would have most likely invited himself to the party if there were going to be male strippers there. It wasn't that he didn't trust his blonde haired sex god of a boyfriend; it was just that he didn't want some random guy in a thong all over his sex god of a boyfriend. Just as Noah was about to call it a night and go to bed he heard someone at the door.
On the other side of the door stood a completely intoxicated Luke Snyder who for some strange reason could not ring the damn—ok why the heck did the doorbell keep moving? He was about to try again when the door opened and Luke found himself looking into a pair of sapphire blue eyes.
“Hey, you made it” Noah happily grinned at his boyfriend.
“And I’m drunk,” Luke giggled.
“Yeah, the fact that you can’t stop giggling kind of tipped me off” the brunette smirked. Instead of answering Luke took a moment to enjoy the view in front of him. He looked at the dark hair that he loved to run his fingers through, the eyes that he could lose himself in, and the mouth that he loved kissing. Luke’s eyes traveled down Noah’s body drinking in the biceps, the trim waist, and the oh so sinful way Noah jeans hung low on his hips. Snyder, your boyfriend is hot as hell! Why are you waiting to sleep with him? It’s already been a month! That’s a long enough wait, right? Luke thought to himself.
“Luke? You wanna come in?” Noah asked, completely oblivious to Luke’s current train of thought. When the blonde didn’t answer, Noah took his hand and carefully guided him inside.
“Do you want some water Luke?” Noah asked.
What I want is you, in bed, naked, Luke thought. And with this in mind he crashed his lips onto his boyfriend’s. A very surprised Noah let out a moan when he felt Luke tugging at his hips bringing them closer together. He happily opened his mouth and let Luke’s tongue enter. He threaded his fingers through Luke’s blonde locks and began walking back toward the couch. The make out session soon led to Luke straddling Noah as he began nibbling on his ear.
“God, do you have any idea how hot you are Noah?” Luke breathed into his ear. The brunette felt shivered with desire and guided Luke back to his lips. Luke pulled back and tugged at Noah’s shirt.
“I want you Noah. I want you so bad.”
“No, Luke, wait. You said you wanted to—”
“I know what I said. I changed my mind,” Luke grinned mischievously before grinding down on his boyfriend. Noah groaned both out of frustration and pleasure. He wanted Luke too. God he wanted Luke so badly, but this was not how their first time should be. No, he wanted Luke to be fully aware of what was going on when they finally had sex.
“Luke we can’t,” Noah protested. Luke replied by pulling off Noah’s shirt.
“Our first time has to be—oh and your shirt’s off.”
Luke grinned, flashing his dimples, and leaned in stopping just before he reached Noah’s lips. “Like what you see Mayer?” he whispered against the brunette’s mouth. Noah’s mouth went completely dry and found that he no longer had the ability to think let alone form sentences that would not make his look like and idiot. When he felt Luke’s lips against his neck he remembered that this could not keep going. But it was so hard to stop when Luke was doing that—oh yes, that!
“Luke,” a painfully hard Noah moaned.
“Hmm?” Came a distracted reply from Luke who had apparently taken it upon himself to give Noah a giant hickey.
“This isn’t right. I don’t want our first time to be this way. I really want it to be—
Noah’s speech was cut short by a snore from the blonde. Luke had passed out and left a very sexually frustrated boyfriend in his wake. Yes, Luke Snyder was definitely going to be the death of Noah one day.