I need a fucking miracle

Out of curiosity, you scroll through. There are hundreds of faces, most of them look scary and intimidating until you come across him...

He had long brown hair and the prettiest eyes you'd ever seen. Out of every profile you had seen, his was the one you stopped and clicked on.

Name: Noah S. Davis Age: 24 Sentence: 15 years Time served: 4 Looking for: someone to talk to, nothing more

For some reason, you decide to write to him. You introduce yourself, tell him just a little about you, and then you ask him a little about himself and what lifes like inside.

Weeks pass, and you forgot you had even sent the letter until one evening, six weeks later, you come home to see an envelope had been put through your door. You open it, and are met with handwriting that so clearly belonged to a man.

For the first couple months, it felt a little awkward, you weren't sure how to talk to him or what to say, but he always had something to write about. Eventually, you get to know each other, and you both begin to look forward to recieving your letters.

A year passes, he tells you all about prison life- or only the ordinary parts. He talks about the library, the jobs, the never ending boredom. But he never talks about whatever put him in there. You tell him about your terrible boss, your family, how your neighbours dog keeps jumping over your fence. You tell him little things that no one else would care about, but he does. And then at the end of one of his letters, he asks- I'm guessing you've seen my mugshot, but I've never seen a photo of you. Would ever send me one? I've been picturing you in my mind all this time, it'd just be nice to finally know :)

You spend an embarassingly long time trying to choose a photo. Not because you're trying to impress him... totally not because you feel yourself falling for him! You settle on one that your friend took of you last year at the beach, one of the rare pictures where you feel like you look the most like you, and you tuck it into the evelope alongside another letter and send it off, trying not to overthink.

A week or so later, you recieve another letter from him. You open it as soon as it comes through the door and right at the top, in his messy handwriting, it says "Well, you're nothing like I imagined." Your stomach dropped, and you almost put the letter down, until you read, "You're prettier." Then your cheeks burned.

The rest of the letter was normal, he talked about a book he read in the library, and a fight that he watched break out, how the coffee in there sucks. And right at the bottom of the letter, he wrote "I hope you don't mind, your pictures on my wall now. It makes this place look less like a prison."

Eventually, your letters turn into phone calls after a couple years. When you first get a call from an unknown number, you almost ignore it, until you remember his last letter. "I finally got approved for phone calls. If you're free next Thursday around seven... I'll try" and that boy stayed true to his word.

The first call is painfully awkward, he has fifteen minutes, but he doesn't know what to say. It was strange finally hearing his voice after writing to him for so long. But it didn't take long for it to feel natural, and after that it became a part of your routine. Every Thursday, if the phones were working and he got the time slot, he'd call, and you'd chat for a little while.

Years pass by just like this, you smile every time you see a letter through your door, or something in a store that reminds you of him. He sent you a card for your birthday (though it came a couple days late), with something you love (an animal or a flower) hand drawn on the front. Every time you think about him, your heart feels soft and full. It's a feeling you've never felt for anyone before.

Then, one day, you get an envelope that feels thicker than usual. You open it up and begin to read it. "Hey, I've rewritten this letter about six times now. I just don't know how to say it, but I had my parole hearing last week..." Your heart starts pounding so you skip ahead before you can stop yourself, until you read, "They approved it."

You gasped out loud, your heart fluttering. He's getting out. The rest of the letter was surprisingly flat, he didn't sound excited about it at all. If anything, he sounded nervous. He went on to roughly explain what happened withoug giving away too much. He had given evidence against someone who used to run part of an organisation he used to work for, putting a lot of people behind bars, and if anyone found out, he'd be a dead man in no time. It worried you, making you wonder if there was anything you could do to help- which brings you to the next page of his letter.

"...Which brings me to the part I've been avoiding. My release plan has kinda fallen through. The place I was meant to stay at isn't an option anymore. My parole officer is trying to sort something else, but because of the case, nowhere is particulary keen to take me. They think I'll either be recognised or found by... 'old friends'."

You could already tell what was coming, you just didn't want to assume, and suddenly you realised you'd been holding your breath.

"I feel embarrassed even writing this. Please don't feel guilty if the answers no, in fact I'd almost prefer you said no. It would probably be the sensible decision... but if you had a spare couch, or even just a floor... would you consider letting me stay for a while until I find my feet? I'd pay rent as soon as I'm working, I'll buy my own food, I'll keep out of your way. I don't expect anything from you. You've already given me more than I ever thought I'd have. You gave me six years of company, I don't think I would've made it this long in here if it wasn't for you. So even if the answers no, thank you anyway. You have no idea just what you mean to me. I'd still write you if you'd let me, I've memorised your phone number so I could even call you when I'm out. I just thought I'd rather ask you than spend the rest of my life wondering if I should have."

You were so excited, you were practically shaking as you began writing back.

Noah,

First of all… congratulations!! :) I’m so happy for you, I think I’ve read the words “They approved it” about fifty times already. I might’ve even cried a little, but don’t let that get to your head.

Then, after a page of full of your excitement, you finally gave him your answer…

“And yes! Obviously yes. You don’t even have to ask, you can stay with me for as long as you need. I have a spare room, although it’s currently full of boxes and things I’ve been meaning to sort through for a few months. I’ll clear it out before you get here, I promise. So no, you’re not sleeping on the sofa. You’re having an actual bed. After all these years, you deserve somewhere warm and comfy to sleep :)”

A few days later, he calls. You both discuss the arrangement, and how it’d work since you live quite a few hours away from him- which is why you had never visited him. You were both quite glad this was the case though, because he told you the people that would be looking for him would never look there.

On his release day, you drove all the way to pick him up. You spent weeks imagining this moment, since you first arranged having him stay with you. You imagined seeing him, running over and giving him a big hug… but as you pull into the parking lot, you suddenly forget the entire plan, because now he’s standing right there.

Or you assume it’s him, he’s the only person standing outside the gate with a duffel bag at his feet. But he looked different… the only picture you had seen of his was his mugshot that had been taken almost ten years ago. But god, he has certainly changed.

The first thing you noticed was his haircut. His long brown hair was now gone, it was short and even looked darker than before. You knew he had cut it, he told you some guy did it for him in there, but you didn’t know what it looked like.

Then you noticed his build. A few years ago he told you he’d really gotten into fitness and using the gym equipment, and it’s clearly done him good. You had to tear your eyes away from his biceps as you parked up.

He recognised your car, you had told him what it looked like a few days ago so he’d be prepared. And as he started to wander over, your heart began to race. You stepped out, and neither of you knew what to say, which was funny as if you hadn’t spent the last six years writing to each other and talking over the phone. After a moment, he opened his arms, and you stepped into them.

If only you knew then, what would be in store for you…

Because Noah’s past can’t be put behind him until he knows for sure what happened to his best friend, Nick Ruffilo. After Noah’s arrest, he never heard from him again. He doesn’t know if he’s dead or alive, if he’s still involved in a life he never wanted to be a part of or if he got out and was now living peacefully under a new name.

Noah leans back from where he is hunched against the table, laptop open as he works on the mix for a demo. Nick is just looking at his phone, hair falling in his face while Noah stretches his arms out and arches his back with a groan.

"Fuck, I should be naked on a table somewhere right now."

Folio's eyes snap up from his screen instantly.

"What?" he chokes out.

Playing stupid, Noah furrows his brows and then chuckles.

"Like, I should be getting a massage."

"Oh," the drummer answers, his tone stiff.

He plays it off pretty well, though. He laughs a little and nods as if he didn't falter.

"Yeah, me too," he adds.

"I would offer, but we'll just hurt ourselves more," Noah jokes.

"I am not doing shit with my hands at this point of tour, man," Nick says with a snort.

The grin that spreads on Noah's face is genuine. He doesn't spend enough time with Folio and he forgets what good company he is. His voice is nice to listen to, his face is nice to look at, and he has an aura about him that Jolly and Nicholas can't quite match.

The reply catches up to him and Noah realizes this might be a good chance to lean into what he wants.

"Mm, I think we're all doing something with our hand at this point of tour," Noah says, trying not to let his smirk grow too much.

His friend falters again and averts his gaze, unable to look Noah in the eyes as the innuendo lands. He still tries to laugh it off, but they all know this is the week it gets uncomfortable. It is hard to find that time alone on tour to get off and have some relief, and it has usually built up by now to a point where anyone is looking for a few minutes alone to let go.

Instead of letting Nick answer, Noah reaches back and grabs the collar of his shirt behind his head. He slips it off, the movement messing his hair. He avoids looking at Nick as he shakes the brown strands loosely back into place and drops his shirt on the couch next to him.

"Fucking summer tour heat," he murmurs, loud enough for Folio to hear but low enough that it could seem like he is talking to himself.

Noah goes back to his computer, sparing a very discreet glance to the man seated near him. The angle isn't great, but he can see the rigid stillness in Nick's body. He looks like he's holding his breath.

When Noah runs a hand through his hair, letting his bicep and pec flex with the movement, he catches Folio shift to spread his legs a little more.

It takes a lot for Noah to not get smug.

"You ever think about how different this seems from how tour was in, like, the 80s?" Noah continues.

"How so?" Nick asks.

"Like, the bras on stage, the groupies, shit like that," he answers. "I mean, there's still a hookup here or there, but everyone makes it sound like they were getting it all the time at shows."

Nick shrugs. "I think it's just kinda different now."

"That's what I mean. Could you imagine doing that?"

There is a moment of silence, so Noah turns to look at Nick again. He folds his arms on the table and pins his gaze on his friend, who swallows with the weight of the look. For someone who usually has so much energy, Folio is completely still.

"Haven't we all talked about how we don't want that for us?" he replies, deflecting.

"Yeah, I'm not suggesting it. I'm just asking if you've ever thought of how convenient that would be," Noah explains. "You know how some of those fans see us."

"I guess, but aren't you the one who said you don't wanna be that guy?"

"It's just hypothetical," he says with a laugh. "What? You don't ever think about how much of a relief it would be to lock yourself back here with someone and do something other than jerk off?”

Folio's eyes widen and he lets out a broken, breathy laugh. He shifts again and looks at his phone like it might help distract him, but the screen has absolutely turned off by now. His eyes dance around the floor for a moment before he looks back up because he knows it's the only way to keep his unbothered act going.

"Dude, you need to get laid when we all go home," Nick announces.

"Or I could get laid here," Noah says playfully.

"It's gonna take a lot of convincing to get them to let you bring someone else on this bus," he answers, laughing along like it's the most ridiculous notion he has heard in a long time.

Noah glances down at his computer and smirks a little. "It doesn't have to be someone else."

"What?" Nick blurts out.

When he lifts his gaze, Noah finds his friend's face getting pink and his eyes wide again.

"We all know what it's like. . . being all pent up, no privacy," he explains. "Have you ever thought of how easy it would be if we could all help each other out?"

Folio's chest rises and falls a little faster now.

"Noah —."

"Think about it," Noah cuts him off.

The drummer purses his lips, trying hard not to think about it. But Noah could not care less. His gut is warming and the pressure of arousal growing in his shorts is way too hard to pass up.

"We know what we like, what it feels like. . . It would be so easy."

"It would be complicated," Nick answers, voice a little breathless.

"But it doesn't have to be if we all agree it's purely for relief. It doesn't have to be every day, just off and on when things get tense."

Noah closes his laptop and shifts closer to Folio, who is clenching his jaw and trying to catch his breath. His eyes linger on Noah's chest and arms, over all his tattoos and the soft muscles underneath. The darkness in his eyes is visible now, the images floating through his head, and Noah's cock stirs at those same ideas.

"I've got you flustered," he declares, eyeing the way Nick fidgets and shifts his legs again.

"It's not hard to do," Folio mutters.

"No, but I've only ever seen it a few times."

Nick swallows when Noah gets close enough that their knees almost touch.

"Noah, this isn't a good idea."

"Why not?"

"The guys —."

"Half of them are asleep and no one is coming back here at this time."

Despite his protest, Nick is leaned towards Noah and doesn't move away.

"But if they hear. . ."

Noah smirks. "You're telling me you can't stay quiet?"

"No, I can, but. . ." he trails off, breaths shaky as Noah looks him up and down.

He gives him time to finish the sentence or voice other concerns, or outright say no, but he doesn't.

"Just lock the door, at least.”

Pride fills him with the request and Noah quickly stands, walking to flip the lock into place on the door.

He stalks back to where Folio sits on the couch and settles next to him. His eyes drag up from his bare knees, over his shorts to the gentle definition of an erection, then up to his neck. Noah smiles a little in anticipation, but looks Nick in the eyes again.

"Can I touch you?"

Nick sucks in a breath, then nods.

His skin is heated under Noah's fingertips. It is immediately intoxicating, just as much as the shaky exhale that brushes his ear. Noah grazes his hand up and down Nick's thigh, on and off his shorts to ease into the new dynamic. Then, once he's sure that Nick isn't backing out yet, he lets his fingers slide under the fabric of the drummer's shorts.

Watching his hand disappear does something to Noah. It excites him in a way he hadn't expected, but Nick's skin is soft and his little ragged breaths are so infectious. He wants to move up further, see if the skin of his hardening cock is even smoother.

"It's hot in here," Nick whispers.

Noah chuckles and Nick joins him. There is an awkward hesitation to all of this that eases with the comment.

Pulling his hand from Nick's shorts, Noah grabs at the hem of his bandmates T-shirt and looks at him for any objection, but he nods his consent once more. The colorful burst of the tattoo on his chest seems brighter with the intimacy of all this, even the skin around it gaining some extra color from the heat of the room and the desire.

It never occurred to Noah that he might caress his friend's skin, might trace the lines of his tattoo or palm his chest, but he doesn't want to stop now. Sure, Folio has appeared in a wet dream or two, but he never let himself think further.

Not until tonight when he saw him looking so innocent, scrolling on his phone while the lust was ready to bubble over.

"Is it okay if I put my mouth on you?" Noah hums.

Nick shuffles again. "Like, suck my dick?"

Noah pauses. It isn't what he meant right now, but. . .

"Is that what you want?"

"Is that what you want?" Folio parrots.

A hesitant bit of excitement comes to Noah's face and he glances down at the little trail of hair traveling down from Nick's navel. He slides his hand down his chest until he brushes the little strands of hair, then moves further until his palm is on top of the clothed boner.

"Not what I meant when I asked, but I like the idea," Noah replies.

"Fuck," Nick breathes out at the way Noah gently palms him, his head falling back.

The arousal takes over and Noah leans in, running his tongue up the man's neck. He shudders beneath him and then fingers are threaded in Noah's hair, gripping the strands like he is gripping Nick's dick, and instinct completely takes over.

Noah begins a trail of messy kisses on his neck, nipping at him a few times and soothing the spot with brushes of his tongue. His hand teases Nick's covered erection, squeezing and rubbing it, feeling it grow and stiffen even more under his palm. And the whole time, little gasps and swears fill his ear and fingers pull at his hair.

"Can I take these off?" Noah finally asks, hooking a finger under the waistband of Folio's shorts.

"Please," he gasps.

He lifts his hips so Noah can work them off. Once they touch the floor, Noah looks back up to see the bulge under Nick's boxer briefs, which he has his fingers hooked under.

He watches Noah with a questioning expression, seeing if it's okay to take these off too.

All it takes is a smile and an enthusiastic nod, and the underwear are gone.

Nick's cock slaps the skin under his navel as it is freed. Noah has seen it before, but never like this. Never high on want and lust and never so hard. The veins are highlighted in the shitty lighting of the room and his skin looks completely smooth.

It didn't occur to Noah that Nick might have more girth to his dick than he had on his own, but he can't even find it in himself to be worried about that right now.

Noah moves to kneel between Nick’s legs, attacking his thighs, kissing and biting and licking at them to elicit more soft moans. He can see in the corner of his eye that Nick has spread the little bit of leaking arousal onto his length and gives it a slow stroke. His belly shudders with his shaky breath of pleasure and Noah digs his teeth into the skin of his thigh.

"Shit," Nick rasps and grabs Noah's hair again. "This is so insane."

When Noah hums in reply, the vibration travels up Nick's leg.

"You worry too much," he says against his skin.

"Looks who's talking," Nick jokes.

They both chuckle again and Noah lifts his head, squeezing the muscular thighs of the man above him and watching his hand slide slowly up and down his shaft, tightening at the tip.

"You gonna let me take over?"

Nick bites his lip a little, like he's making sure he is really okay with this, but it's hard to tell Noah Sebastian no when he is looking up at you like that.

"Mhm," Nick hums in agreement, letting go.

Noah tries not to get caught up in the nerves. This wouldn't be his first blowjob and he does like giving them, but he hasn't done many.

Sitting up a little more on his knees, Noah gently touches Nick's cock. He familiarizes himself, gets used to its weight in his hand and the feel of how soft his skin is. He plays with the head of it, basking in those first whimpers of bliss from above.

And then he opens his mouth, letting built up saliva fall on the rock hard dick in his hand, and gives it a few good strokes before taking the tip in his mouth.

"Oh my God," Nick mutters, head lolling back and fingers gripping Noah's tufts of hair a little tighter.

Noah learns fast that sucking someone's dick is a little like riding a bike. You never really forget how to do it, you just have to get your bearings. And fuck, does he get them quick.

Nick's cock makes his mouth feel blissfully full, his lips wrapped around the wide size and coated in saliva that drips out and spreads everywhere. He tries not to rush, but he loves how it feels sliding in and out of him. He loves the way he brushes the back of his throat, how he twitches, the subtly bitter taste of all the precum he is leaking.

And how could he have any self control when he looks up to see Nick watching him, jaw slacked, brows knitted, eyes hazy while those quieted, delicious moans slip out of him?

Who knew Nick Folio would be so hot while getting his dick sucked?

"Fuck, Noah," he groans, trying to stay quiet. "How are you so good at this?"

When he hums teasingly, a dangerously audible moan comes out of Nick.

His hand flies up to cover his mouth, the other pulling Noah's hair hard enough to make his eyes water, but he doesn't care. No, Noah wants Nick to come completely undone, and he loves having his hair pulled.

He continues to moan against Folio's cock and finally gives in to reaching in his boxers to start taking care of his own aching boner. The precum slicks easily over his length, offering a little bit of help with the friction. But between that, the sounds his drummer is making, and how good it feels to nearly gag on someone's dick again, he probably won't last long anyway.

Nick's hips start lifting, his thighs trembling, and Noah has to stop touching himself because he can't focus. The closer he gets him, the faster and deeper he goes. Gasps and heavy breathing and whining fill Noah's head and go straight between his legs. He did not expect to get so turned on by one of his bandmates, but he just sounds and feels and tastes so good.

"Noah, you should —. I can't," Nick pants suddenly. "I'm close."

As much as he doesn't want to stop, Noah slips off Nick's cock, his mouth immediately replaced by Nick's hand.

Desperate and aching, Noah sheds his own shorts and underwear. Folio's eyes fall to the singer's hips and against his will, he whimpers. If he weren't so close to coming, he would drop to his knees and return the favor even though he had no experience.

Nick reaches out and grabs Noah's hand, jolting him forward so hard that the only option is for Noah to plant his knees on the couch on either side of his blissed out friend. He catches himself before he can fall on him completely, but even the space between them radiates like a furnace.

His hand is grabbed again and Nick spits into it, seemingly much more sure of himself on the brink of climax. He is moving a little slower now, but still pumps himself rough and hungrily.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Nick gasps, grabbing Noah and pulling him close enough to bury his face in his tattooed neck. "I'm gonna come."

Words are rushed and shaky as they both urgently stroke themselves and breathe hot air on each other's ears and necks.

"You want me to come with you?"

"I want you to come with me."

"You want me to come all over you?"

"Yes, fuck, please!"

In seconds, Nick's face is dug into the crook of Noah's neck, praising the frontman's name in a muffled cry. Hot ropes of cum spurt on both of their torsos as the moan turns to whines and shallow breaths.

Noah bites his tongue so hard to hold back his own noises that he starts to taste blood. He doesn't last, not with the sound of Folio's needy moans as he finishes, the warmth of his release on Noah's skin. All it takes is a few more fast, tight jerks of his fist before he's nuzzled into Folio's hair, his head forced down to watch as Noah shoots string after string of his own cum all over Folio's tattoo and and ribs.

By the time they're done, the room is humid and smells like sex, a problem they didn't even consider before giving into their horny flirtations. But they don't say anything, they just both catch their breath until Noah climbs off the couch and uses the inside of his shirt to wipe their mess off of Folio's body.

It is silent as they both get dressed again, then for a few seconds after once Nick finally finds the bottle of Febreeze he knew they kept back here somewhere.

"I, uh, didn't know you knew how to do that," he tells Noah.

Despite how awkward this should be, Noah just smiles a little. He can't help it.

"I've experimented."

"Definitely one of the best I've had," Nick says with an airy laugh. "Sorry, maybe that's weird."

Noah chuckles with him. "No, it's a compliment."

They fall silent again while the room is sprayed, then watch each other hesitantly.

Noah knows this may have been a bad idea, that it maybe never should have happened, but he has never felt more relieved on the road. All he can hope is that Nick doesn't regret it. That's all he is worried about.

"We. . . don't have to do anything like that again if you don't want to," he mutters.

A smile very slowly grows on his friend's face.

"We could," he answers.

That idea makes Noah's heart beat pick up again.

"Is that what you want?"

"Is that what you want?"

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After what felt like an eternity, the cruise ship reached the next stop. 

Another little village to explore, another beach to relax on. 

“Could we just go straight to the beach please?” asked Emma. “It is really hot already, and I want to go swimming.” she smiled at the group. 

Everyone approved, the sun was already beaming its rays down, like tiny little flames burning your skin. 

The exit from the ship was chaotic at best. The group split; while you and your friends managed to blend in with the pastel color palettes of your fellow passengers, the boys definitely didn’t. 

Tall frames, dark hair and tattoos scattered around the group of elderly. On top of that, the boys were kind enough to offer themselves as the ones who carried the bags. 

Some had backpacks on, some had beach towels rolled under their arms with Ruffilo who sported Sarah’s wide-brimmed straw hat because she forgot it in her room. 

You chuckled to yourself.  That rockstar life, eh. 

“What the hell is in there?” Folio groaned, letting the rucksack plop onto the pier.

“It’s all the essentials for a day of exploring” 

“No Chloe, this feels like you put bricks in there” responded Folio. 

“You know Folio, when your skin is going to be as red as a monkey’s ass because you forgot your sunscreen, don’t you even dare come crying to me for some aloe vera” Chloe quipped. 

Completely unaware of the slight mishap happening, Sarah bursted with “we need a group photoooo” waving her phone in the air. 

“Right now babe?” asked Emma unsure 

“Yes, now!! What did the Romans say? Carpe diem” shouted Sarah excitedly. 

Looking around for someone to take the actual photo, you spotted Bob, head bowed onto a tiny map outlining the perimeter of the village. 

“Hang on a minute guys” you quickly said, before making your way towards the old man. 

“Bob” you said, waving at him. 

“Oh, my dear, hello!” he sweetly greeted you. 

“How is the cruise treating you?”

“Not bad, I like the relaxing parts of it. The food? not so much…” he trailed off 

“Could I ask you for a quick favor please?” 

“Of course dear” 

“Would you take a photo of us?” you pointed towards your friends. 

While Bob was sorting how to fold that map out, you spotted Noah crouched down beside Davis trying to untangle a strand of his friend’s hair that, apparently, got stuck into a zipper of one of the backpacks. 

“Is it him?” you heard Bob asking 

“Who?” you retorted, confused. 

“I don’t want to pry darling but that smile that just appeared is...telling” he chuckled. 

“Bob… you’re starting to scare me! How do you do that?” 

“Feelings are both the most complex thing and the simplest thing to face” 

He didn’t elaborate on that, he simply made his way towards your friends. 

“Is it the central button darling?” Bob asked for, what it felt like, the hundredth time. 

“Yes Bob, the bigger one” frustration starting to seep through your tone. Your mouth hurting from the tense position you had to keep for the photo. 

His concentrated face was worth it though. Phone held religiously with two fingers, ready to fall at any minute, the uncoordinated pose he made just to get everyone in the picture and the open mouth while trying to hit that button. 

The photos that came through were blurry, unfocused, but the smiles stamped on your friends’ faces were the most important thing. Genuine, happy, carefree smiles. 

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The beach was quite large, golden sand extended for quite a few miles, meeting the crystal clear water on the shore. 

Sinking your toes into the soft sand, you lead the way into looking for the perfect spot. 

“I’d say HERE” you exclaimed, taking a towel from Davis’ arm laying it out. 

“Alrighty, so who’s ready to go into the water?” said Folio, who, in the meantime, already took his shirt off. 

“Last one to dive in pays for cocktails tonight!” shouted Emma, taking off towards the shore. 

The game was on between those two. 

However, lifting your gaze, you spotted Noah, Jolly and Ruffilo still at the beginning of the beach, near the little parking lot beside it. 

“C’mon dude, look at how beautiful it is” quipped Nicholas pointing at the deep blue sea extending in front of them. 

Noah simply shook his head. 

“Man, are you serious?” Jolly chimed in “We’re here… now. Who knows when we could go back? With touring and everything!” 

Noah shook his head, again. His movements deliberately bigger than the last time. “I really don’t feel like it guys. I’ll visit a bit around and then I’ll get into a little café, have something to drink and I’ll wait for you.” 

“Is there anything we could do to convince you to come with us?” suggested Ruffilo shrugging his shoulders. 

“No, I don’t think so, no” answered Noah. However, the raven haired boy noticed how his friend’s eyes were focused on something else, more like someone else. 

You were taking off the little cover up dress you wore for the brief journey. Your mint green bikini clung to your skin in the most flattering way. 

Nick bit back a laugh before smirking. 

In a mock defeated tone he stated “well, Jolly, better get going before the others have too much fun without us.” 

Noah just stood there a bit more, captivated by you. 

You didn’t hesitate for a second, the moment your dress was off, you just bolted for the water, running clumsyly toward the shore, laughing so loudly that Noah could hear your voice perfectly. Entering the water, you were submerged by a wave, only to break the surface a moment later at the other end. Your eyes were closed against the sun, and a giant, carefree smile was stamped across your face. 

An involuntary smile tugged at his lips. Softness filled his chest, a warm sensation spreading through him.  

Noah stood frozen in his spot. Internally a very heated debate was going on. He hated the beach. Worst of all? The feeling of the grains of sand clinging onto his damp skin. That was a sensory overload just at the thought of it. 

His original plan: an air - conditioned café and a cold drink just sounded perfect. Unfortunately the more he stood there, the more he could see the pure, unadulterated joy radiating off the group. What did chip away his resolve, was seeing you, happy, in your element. 

He could put aside his deep distaste for sand. Could he? 

By the time you walked back up from the shoreline, dripping wet and breathless, Noah had already made his way down and settled onto the edge of the setup. 

“That was sooo good, guys” you beamed at your friends,  grabbing your gigantic beach towel, wrapping around yourself. 

As you wrung out your hair, stray water droplets flew through the warm air, splashing onto the fabric and, in part, directly onto his bare skin.

He didn’t even flinch. He didn't mind it at all.

“Folio is the one paying for everyone’s cocktails tonight” announced Emma. 

“Hey, that wasn’t fair” he retorted “you shouted that after you started running” he pouted, crossing his arm against his chest. 

You sank down onto the towel right beside him, the heat radiating from his frame instantly warming your chilly skin.

“I’m glad you actually joined us,” you said, turning your head completely toward him. You angled your face just right, ensuring the rest of the group scattered along the beach couldn't see the slow, deliberate wink you gave him.

Noah’s breath caught slightly. You just went back to speaking with the group as if completely unaware of the effect you had on him. 

He took his time observing you, once again. Up close, he could see your hair already starting to curl from the salt in the water, the damp strands framing your face. The scorching sun was drying you quickly, and the drier your skin got, the more he noticed the tiny salt speckles that adorned the bridge of your nose and your cheeks. He was staring, his gaze heavy and completely transfixed.

You felt his eyes on you, the intensity of it eliciting goosebumps running down your spine. Leaning back slightly, you braced your hands behind you on the towel, a movement that essentially exposed the line of your chest to his view.

“You like what you see, pretty boy?” you whispered, an amused tone dripping from your voice “It’s hot out there, is it not Noah?” He visibly gulped, eyes hungrily raking through your body, nodding slightly. 

You tilted your head toward the sun, enjoying those warm sunshine, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. Yet, beside you, the man seemed to not find a comfortable position. 

“I refuse to eat lunch under this scorching hot sun” murmured Sarah, already packing up her things.

“C’mon, we have the umbrella even” you rebutted. 

“Forget it Y/N, I’m going to eat at a table, in a room with the AC on.” 

You could tell that the heat was starting to creep up on her, making her angrier by the second. 

“Fine… But I’m staying here. We have plenty of food that we snuck off the ship, so I'll be good” you quipped. “So, who wants to stay here with me a bit more before heading out to the ship?” 

Your questions remained unanswered as the rest of the group quickly packed up their bags. 

Everyone. Well, everyone except for Noah. 

Once left alone, the tension shifted almost immediately.

“It is actually pretty hot, I should cover my head” you said. With that you took your little patterned scarf, tying it around your head creating a little bandana. Your hair spilling softly on your neck. 

You were about to settle down with your book, when, just above a whisper, you heard Noah say “can you pass me the sunscreen?” 

You smiled softly at him “of course”. Rummaging through your bag you took it out. “Just be mindful of how much you apply it. It’s the expensive kind.”

Then you see it. A glint of mischief passing behind his irises. 

“I was thinking that maybe you could put it on me.” As if taken aback by his own admission he continued “yeah, you know, because you said that it cost a lot so I thought…” 

“Noah” you said searching for his eyes. “I’ll do it. Thank you for using your words.” 

The perfect occasion presented itself and who were you not to take it? 

“Sit up comfortably, pretty boy, let me see you” you started as innocently as possible. 

Without a warning you slid forward, straddling his lap eliciting a breathless yelp from him. You started lathering the cream starting with his broad shoulder. 

You took your time, kneading his soft skin. Your hungry eyes trailed down to his tattooed body. You could feel his gaze boring into you. 

Once you finished with his shoulders, you put a bit more cream onto your hands before getting even closer to him, chests almost touching, faces barely millimetres from one another, you reached around his torso to massage his bare back. 

The gentle strokes slowly turned into firmer ones. Your nails dug into his bare back, racking all the way up until the nape of his neck. 

The gulp that left him was delicious to your ear. That spurred you on even more, keeping the pressure just right, hoping to leave red marks on him. 

You could feel his breath hitching, irregular huffs of hot air reaching your cheeks.

“Are you enjoying this huh, sweet boy?” You whispered, your breath fanning over his parted lips. 

He looked utterly breathtaking. Hair tousled by the sea breeze, redness adorning his cheeks, pupils blown wide. His head tilted backwards, exposing the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple. 

Your attention now turned to his beautiful neck, fingers lightly tracing the outline of his apple tattoo. 

“You don’t know what you do to me” you said, mouth hovering over his pulse point “You look divine honey, such a good boy for me.”

You pressed your lips to his neck, sucking gently and tracing the hot skin with your tongue, feeling his heart pick up a frantic, racing pace under your touch.  

“Y/N…” he whined. His hands flew to your hips, gripping the fabric of your bikini, his knuckles turning white.

“I can’t wait to have you underneath me tonight.” you breathed against his hot skin. “I’m taking my sweet time with you, boy.” 

A breathy moan was all you heard, before pulling your mouth away from his neck. Your fingers tangled in  the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him to look at you. 

“Do you still want this Noah?” You asked, gaze focused on him. The man took a ragged breath, allowing a moment to gather himself, before nodding “yes.” 

“So you know what to do then” you smiled, thoroughly satisfied. 

His eyes darted around the beach, making sure no one was close enough to overhear them. Even in his daze, you could tell his deep-rooted shyness hadn't completely subsided.  

“I’ll be a good boy” he whispered tentatively “for you” he added after. 

Dinner was the most difficult thing Noah had ever sat through. Looking at you, so natural, relaxed, in your element built another layer of complexity. 

He felt restless, leg bouncing under the table. 

The dishes couldn’t be served at a slower pace. Every interaction, every bite of food seemed to go in slow motion. 

Yet, you seemed completely fine. Conversing, joking, being completely immersed in the present moment. 

I can’t wait to have you underneath me tonight. I’m taking my sweet time with you.

Those words didn’t leave him one second ever since hearing them. That felt like a promise or rather THE PROMISE. 

He tried to stay as busy as possible just to not go over the words, the sensation of your lips on his neck still lingering. 

His skin felt like it was on fire. His senses heightened, every sound, every flicker of light just put his brain in overdrive, steering his thoughts away from the anticipation of what was going to happen. 

“Dude, you didn’t even touch your food” Davis noted, shoving a comically large bite of pasta into his mouth. “It really is delicious” he mumbled around the food. 

That comment earned a worried look from Nick. “Are you sure you’re ok?” 

“Yeah I am” Noah rebutted, attempting to put on the most reassuring smile possible. 

After what felt like hours, finally dinner was coming to an end. 

“I think it’s a wrap for me guys” stated Emma, stifling a yawn. “I am knackered… see you tomorrow” she waved at the group and promptly left the table. 

Slowly but surely, one by one left the table, leaving you and Noah the two remaining people. 

You flicked your gaze towards him. He looked so tense, jaw clenched, hands gripping the table. Yet, beneath the rigid tension, he looked completely helpless. Pleading eyes locked into yours, he was just waiting. Waiting for you. 

You simply made your way toward the man, extending your hand to his. 

He took yours, gripping it. 

“My room” 

You laced your hand in his, making a mental note of how his was way bigger than yours. 

His slightly sweaty, trembling palm against yours. 

The wait for the elevator never felt longer. 

Noah was tapping nervously his foot against the carpeted floor as his gaze traveled through the small corridor. 

You tightened your hold on him. The bare knowledge of what was going to happen, sent shivers down your spine. Noah looked particularly gorgeous this evening, you couldn't wait to tear him apart, bit by bit. 

The moment the elevator doors opened, you dragged the man inside, quickly pushing the floor, before clashing your lips with his. 

You heard Noah gasp through the kiss, before melting into it. 

His hands flew to your hair, intertwining his fingers through your strands. 

You were hungry for him. Oh, How you wanted him. 

Impatient hands traveled through Noah’s body, raking it, exploring every inch of him you had under your fingertips.

Biting down his lower lip, you gained access to his mouth, tongues dancing together. 

You shoved him onto the elevator wall, his back coming into contact with a small thud. He let out a low, ragged groan against your mouth, but he didn't fight it; he leaned into it, completely surrendered to your pace. 

His  mellow compliance made your brain go into overdrive. The thought of having  a 6 foot 3 man completely at your mercy, ignited something primal in you. 

You pulled back just a fraction, but instead of letting him go, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

"I watched you all through dinner," you whispered against his warm skin, your hands sliding soothingly up his back. "You did so well containing all that excitement for me. Now, just let me take care of the rest. I’ve got you.” 

You smiled into his neck before nipping softly at the sensitive skin right over his pulse point, making him gasp. 

The ding of the elevator announcing the floor did burst the little moment you were having. 

“Saved by the bell” you joked. Before heading to your door, your legs almost sprinted. 

Fumbling with your door key, a frustrated groan left your lips. 

“Someone’s eager” commented Noah, chuckling. 

“You have no idea” you quipped as you managed to open the door. 

The door closed also because of the weight Noah put leaning up against it. Nipping at the skin of his neck, your hand palmed him through his trousers. 

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," you murmured, a thoroughly amused smirk playing on your lips. "Is this what you were hiding under the dinner table all night? No wonder your leg was bouncing so much. How embarrassing, sweet boy."

An intense flush stained his cheeks.  He looked beautiful: completely undone, his expression slowly descending into absolute desperation.

You let a single finger trace the length of him through the material, eliciting a sharp gasp from his parted lips.

“Y/N… please” he whined, the syllable completely broken as your thumb lightly pressed against him. His head tilted back against the door, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped.

"Please what?" you whispered, leaning up to press a biting kiss right over the apple tattoo on his neck, feeling his pulse fluttering wildly against your lips. "I told you on the beach. I'm taking my sweet time with you tonight. And right now, I think I want to make you wait just a little bit longer." 

You pushed him towards the edge of the bed, hand on his chest, slowly guiding him down until he sat heavily on the mattress. You stood over him for a second, looming over his handsome face. 

“Now remember, you don’t get to touch me, no matter what, understood?” you said sternly. 

Noah nodded timidly. 

“Hands where I can see them, angel” 

Reluctantly Noah put his palms out, pressing them flat against the mattress on either side of his thighs. 

“I do feel a bit overdressed” you noted matter-of-factly, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't you think baby?” Without expecting a response from him, just started to play with the hem of your shirt before taking it off. 

The burgundy lace bra that was waiting underneath that shirt made Noah’s breath hitch. You were basking in seeing Noah so worked up, and observing his attempts to keep his composure. 

Unceremoniously, you took off your pants, leaving you in nothing but the matching burgundy lace thong. 

That earned an audible gasp from Noah. 

“Already so pent up, angel? We haven't even started yet! What’s going on, huh?”  you teased. 

You saw his body go rigid once you got closer to him. 

“Since I am a very generous partner Noah, I’ll let you decide… Left or right?” 

“Left?” he answered, confusion swimming in his eyes. 

“Good choice.” Straddling his thigh, you lowered yourself, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his bare skin. 

“You said you wanted to be my good boy, didn’t you?” you cooed “So, now you’re gonna sit here and take what I give you.” 

You drew lazy, slow circles on his thigh, creating a delicious friction, pleasure slowly building in your core. 

Noah’s gaze was fixed where both of your bodies met, hands gripping the bedding bunching the fabric into tight fists . 

Soft moans left your lips, while your hands reached for his neck, playing with his hair at its nape. 

His head lulled back, eyes closing, while a strained whine left his mouth. 

“Nah, ah, pretty boy” you teased “you have to look at me.” 

That seemed to go over his head, so, one of your hands reached for his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes. 

"I said, look at me, Noah. I didn't give you permission to look away." You scolded. 

His wide pupils met your half lidded ones. 

“There he is,” you moaned. A broken sound came from the back of his throat, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked violently near his ear. 

Your pointer and middle finger traced the delicate outline of his lips, before tapping a couple of times on them: “Now, be a good boy and open that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

He accommodated the two digits with soft moans, diligently sucking on them, lapping them with his saliva. 

Swiftly you freed your breast from one of the lace cups, your nipple already hardened. 

The sensation of his spit coming into contact with your sensitive bud was enough to have your muscles tense. 

“Noah…” you breathed. Your head lulled backwards, your hips picking up a more sustained pace. 

Noah’s eyes closed instinctively as a deep, involuntary groan tore from his chest. His hips gave a subconscious, desperate twitch upward, trying to meet your movement. 

Your movements stopped instantly. Your expression shifted into a look of mock disappointment.

"Did I say you could move?" you whispered, your tone dropping an octave.

Noah’s shocked expression was all that you could see for a few seconds before hearing a soft “please…” 

“Please what?” you spat “I asked you a question. Answer it” you punctuated every single syllable. 

The look of pure panic that Noah had on his face betrayed his fear of having actually displeased you. 

“No” he shook his head “No, I’m so sorry… it’s too much” he whined. 

“Too much…. I didn’t even touch you” you scoffed. “What do you need?” 

“I… I” his voice was trembling “I just need some relief” 

“Relief you say” you snickered. A smug expression slowly forming on your face. 

Without any warning, you yanked his underwear down just enough to free his cock. That elicited a sharp hiss from Noah. 

You resumed your movements, picking up a quick, frantic pace, while jerking him off. Irregular strokes matched your rhythm on his leg. 

“Is that what you wanted, huh? For me to take that cock of yours and make you feel good?” you taunted. 

A deep growl left his chest. His breath heavy and irregular. 

“You feel so good, baby. Your thighs are meant to be ridden. Do you feel how wet I am? Just for you.” 

His angrily red tip dribbled out a bit of precum. A few strained whines left him. You could see veins bulging from his neck from the effort of not moving. 

“Fuck baby, I’m close. That feels too fucking good… Fuck” you sped up your pace, desperately dragging your hips into his thigh. 

“I’m cumming” you yelled, your mouth finding his shoulder, teeth sinking into his plush flesh, muffling the moans coming from your orgasm hitting you. 

You slumped onto him, your chest heaving as the final waves of your high rolled through you. You stayed there for a long moment, listening to the frantic, erratic thumping of his heart beneath your cheek.

When you finally pulled back, you found Noah’s eyes brimming with tears. His cock still hard, neglected from your peak. 

“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable on the bed.” You said. Helping him get off his boxers, you directed him towards the headboard where he rested his back. With his underwear now gone, and his body completely exposed, a sudden wave of embarrassment seemed to wash over him. He glanced nervously toward the window, the artificial lightning suddenly feeling far too revealing.

“Could you... could you draw the curtains, please?” he murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he looked up at you.

A slow, wicked smile touched your lips as you looked down at his flushed face. “My baby is shy, aren’t you, pretty little thing?” you cooed, your thumb tracing his jawline. You reached over, tugging the heavy fabric shut, the room suddenly plunged into a dimmer atmosphere. 

Refocusing your gaze to him, you drawled “I wish you could see how good you look, angel… absolutely beautiful, all spread out for me.” 

“Now, tell me sweet boy” you started, making your way towards him. Crawling onto the mattress, you spread his legs, settling between them. 

“Y/N” Noah desperately cried. 

Your lips latched onto his neck, leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses. 

“Have you ever thought about me? Huh?” 

Your hands found his broad chest. Soft caresses soon turned into nails digging on his skin. 

“Have you thought about me touching you, making you feel good?” 

Your gazes met briefly. He gulped visibly. He simply nodded. 

“Oh, honey, have you made yourself cum thinking of me?” You tutted “Did your hands feel as good as my mouth did?” You cooed. 

Without waiting for a reply, you took his hand, tightly balled into a fist before taking two fingers into your mouth, sucking in them. 

You watched him through your lashes. His mouth open, panting, moaning. His cheeks flushed, a slight sheen of sweat making strands of hair sticking onto his face. 

A pleased hum left your mouth. A small smile tugging at your lips. 

Slipping his digits out with a loud pop, your fingers started tracing faint lines onto his body. “You’re tense baby” you murmured in his ear, “Talk to me, what is happening?” 

“Please….” he sob wracked through his chest. 

 “I’m listening, angel” 

“Touch me please, I’ve been so good Y/N, please” he panted. 

He has been, actually. 

You slid down, your lips leaving a trail of warm, open mouth kisses from his neck, down his stomach, before settling into his navel, finally taking his cock into your hand, giving a few tentative strokes. 

The sweet little cry that left Noah’s mouth went straight to your core. 

“Remeber the rules baby, no moving and no touching.” you said sternly, before adding: “you’ve been so good to me until now, keep doing like that and I’ll give it to you.”

That seemed to have reignited something in his eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise” he whispered. 

Then, the torture began. 

You licked a strip from his base to his tip, before coating it with a mixture of his precum and saliva. 

You set into a gruelling rhythm. Speeding up, head bobbing up and down, taking as much of his thick length as your throat could handle. 

“Fuck… that feels so good, shit” Noah’s words sputtered through his gritted teeth. 

You felt him twitch violently against the back of your throat, his ragged breaths getting louder and louder turning into full blown moans spilling from his mouth. 

“Yeah... right there Y/N, fuck…” he trailed. “I’m close, I’m so close.” 

That’s when you’d abruptly freeze, halting every movement. 

Noah’s chest heaved. “No, no, what are you doing?” he sounded frustrated. 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you watched him through his lashes, mouth still full of him, saliva dripping at his base, onto his balls. The sensation of your warm mouth still around him, was almost too much for him to handle. 

You just waited, waited until his breathing calmed down a bit, before resuming the cruel pace you set before. 

The room was filled with the lewd sound of your mouth working on his shaft. One of your hands was tightly gripping his thigh,  you were convinced that a mark would be found later. 

“Y/N I can’t hold it, please… Let me cum” he sounded so fucked out. Subconsciously his eyes fluttered shut, his heels dug heavily into the mattress. 

Unfortunately, his hips bucked against his will. 

This time, you didn’t just freeze, you pulled back completely. A string of saliva connecting your mouth with his cock. 

The look of utter bewilderment on Noah’s flushed face was priceless. He knew exactly what he had done. No sound left his lips, you just saw his breath hitching in his throat. 

“I’m warning you Noah, that’s a first strike” you scolded. “What happened to wanting to be a good boy?” you mocked. 

“No Y/N I want to be so good for you, please…” He desperately answered. His hands found the sides of the pillow he was leaning against. He gripped the fabric as if holding onto a lifeline. 

This time around, the sensory overload was too much for him to bear. He was so fucked out that Noah forgot his restrictions. His hands flew forward, his fingers instinctively tangling into your hair to push you deeper.

Abruptly, you pulled away, the sudden loss of warmth eliciting a desperate, broken whine from the back of his throat.

“Uh-uh. Already a second time breaking the rule angel.” 

Noah’s body stiffened, his eyes glassy and pleading, completely at your mercy.

“What did I just say?” your voice was a bit hoarse from the blowjob, dripping with a mocking sweetness. “Actions have consequences, pretty boy.”

Lightly patting his inner thigh, you got off the bed. The cool air of the room hit your bare skin as you walked toward the tiny bedside table, picking up the long silk scarf you had strategically packed.

Returning to the bed, you loomed over him. “Hands above your head.”

“But…” Noah whispered, his voice cracking on the syllable, looking at the fabric in your hands.

“No rebuttals,” you spat, your tone sharp enough to make him shiver. “If you can’t follow a simple instruction, then your hands need to be contained.”

A high-pitched, pathetic whine left Noah’s lips, but he didn’t fight you. Slowly, reluctantly, he raised his arms. You wrapped the silk scarf firmly around his wrists, securing them tightly to the heavy wooden bedframe above him.

You stepped back to admire your handiwork. The image of Noah tied up, his pale, tattooed torso completely bare, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, was something instantly fixed into your memory.

“You look absolutely breathtaking like this, Noah,” you murmured, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across your face. “A perfect little picture just for me.”

You took him into your mouth once again. You slowly worked yourself down his shaft until you were able to take him whole in your mouth, lightly gagging around him. 

“Fuck Y/N… that feels soo good” he moaned. 

Bobbing your head, you heard his arms wrestling with the restraint. Moans spilling out of him, feeling like a devotional chant.  

“I’m so fucking close” Noah chocked out “Please, please Y/N… Please can I cum?” he desperately yelled. 

You gave in, he had been good, a really good boy. You caressed his thigh, giving him a slight tap on it, confirming. 

The moment he processed that information, he completely forgot about the “not moving” rule. Body convulsing, hips jerking upwards, chasing desperately his high. 

“Shit… I’m cumming” with that half ragged sentence, his body stilled, emptying himself into your mouth crying out your name over and over. 

You rode it out with him, lapping every last drop of his cum, until you heard a soft “That’s too much.”

Noah gently pushed your head away before thoroughly collapsing onto the bed. 

His hands were still tied up with the scarf, highlighting his broad chest heaving, moving erratically up and down trying to calm down. 

His eyes were closed, but the expression on his face was almost pained. 

“Here” you spoke softly “let me…” you trailed. 

He gave you a tired smile in response. So, ever so delicately, you freed his wrist from the fabric, before making your way to the mini fridge for some water. 

“Y/N” you heard Noah whisper. “Could we… could we cuddle for a bit?” He asked shyly. 

Your heart instantly melted. “Of course we can,” you answered, “I was just going to get us some water.” 

“Oh, yeah… I could use some” he chuckled. 

“You just make yourself comfortable baby” you encouraged. 

Noah’s stomach flipped listening to that nickname used so naturally in a non sexual situation. Looking at you, he felt you didn’t even register what you had just said. 

He settled under the covers, just waiting for you to finish up. 

The room was almost pitch black, the lights were shut off, allowing the white pale moonlight filter through the curtains. 

Noah heard the creaking  of the mattress signaling your presence. 

“C’mere” you whispered. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

You two embraced for a while, basking in each other's presence. 

Your fingers found their way into his hair, gently massaging his scalp, untangling the strands that had gotten messy in the heat of the moment. Noah let out a contented sigh, his entire body going completely heavy against yours. You melted into him, a feeling of familiarity settling between the two of you. 

He wrapped his arm securely around your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer, as if trying to hide himself away from the rest of the world inside your warmth before drawing a very deep breath. 

“Thank you” he said, cutting through the comfortable silence. You smiled into the darkness of the room. 

“For what?” you asked “Bringing you water or finally letting you cum?” you teased gently, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. 

“For everything” he answered. “For…this” he tightened even more the hold he had on you, burying his face even deeper into your neck. “Just… for being here with me.” 

You gave a soft kiss on the top of his head, delicately resting your cheek against it. 

“I am here Noah, and I’m not going anywhere.” 

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