This is going to be my first attempt at a serialized story. Think of this as more of a prologue than a first chapter. No smut for now, but it won't be long, I promise!
Thank you so much for all your love and support in my other stories! I hope you enjoy this one just as much!
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CHAPTER 01
Tongues writhing against each other. Noah's arms around the other's neck, desperately trying to moan his name but refusing to let go of the kiss he'd been waiting for his entire life. Their clothes gone, forgotten in the heat of their encounter. Warm, toned muscles touching every inch of Noah's body, making him burn in delirious fever.
The bed, too small to allow any fancy maneuvers, can't stop them from giving themselves to each other. All Noah needs is to open his legs and wrap them around his lover's waist. The other knows how to follow; he's done this countless times, but never the way he's doing it now. Noah is special.
He lines his cock against Noah's entrance, making him shiver. Finally. So many years of waiting--
"Noah!"
The loud beat of the music accompanying the flashing lights threatened to overwhelm him as he climbed down from his daydream.
"Sorry, I spaced out," he apologized, straining to be heard.
"What's going on with you?" Max asked with concern in his voice. "We took you out to distract you, but you've been out of it all night."
"I'm fine," Noah forced a smile. He turned to look at his friend, trying to stop himself from scanning the place in search of the one person he didn't actually want to see. "Just a bit tired. It's been a rough week."
"Dude, you need to get laid!" Paul chimed in while mindlessly moving to the rhythm of the music, chugging down his fourth shot since they got there.
"Seriously, Noah. When was the last time you got some action?"
"Literally yesterday!"
"Oh--"
"How did I not know about that, though?" Paul's eyes opened so wide they looked like they might just drop out of their sockets.
"Am I supposed to report any time I get laid?" Noah's tone was playful, knowing it was a touchy subject.
He had indeed had sex the night before. In fact, he had spent the night at his hook-up's dorm. It was an immediate regret, though, as he couldn't help but imagine the poor guy being someone else, someone Noah knew and still desired. One-night stands had to be off the table for a while.
"Anyway, where's Cole?" he suddenly changed the subject, hoping his friends wouldn't try to probe him any further.
"Not coming," Max replied, and Paul returned to his mindless dancing.
"Again?"
"Yeah, it's getting a little obvious now, don't you think?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nah, never mind."
Noah dropped the subject, growing a little desperate at the lack of success in finding a neutral topic of conversation that didn't involve him or the events of the past week. His brain refused to help. And so they all stood by the bar for another awkward ten minutes.
Occasionally, guys would approach them, hoping to pick up one of them. One of them almost invariably being Max. Out of their group, Max was by far the most physically attractive. A massive build on a six feet frame made eyes turn wherever they went. But his iron-clad belief in monogamy meant he would reject every last prospect coming his way.
That left Noah and Paul to pick up the discarded candidates. Except Noah had sworn off casual sex that same morning, and Paul would dance for five minutes, talk the living crap out of his poor victim and eventually come back with a disappointed look.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night, guys," Noah admitted with a sigh.
"What a bust!" Paul was slightly slurring his words after taking yet another shot.
"I'm only here for you guys," Max said with a shrug. "If you wanna leave, I'll make sure this dumbass doesn't kill himself on his way home and head to mine."
Noah nodded and walked his friends to Max's car. They waved each other goodbye and went their separate ways, promising to stay in contact.
The campus was eerily quiet. It was late enough that everyone had already left for the clubs and too early for anyone to make their way back. An early spring storm had hit in the afternoon, which meant the streets were still wet, and the silence was all the more oppressive due to the lack of wind that usually follows after heavy rain.
"Noah!"
For the second time that night, someone startled him by calling out his name.
A tall guy in a leather jacket, plain white t-shirt, and black jeans was jogging towards him. The unique smile on his face made him instantly recognizable. Jason, Noah noted in his mind. The guy that went to the same gym as Max.
"Hey man, what's up?" Noah greeted him awkwardly.
"I saw you leave back there, and, uh, I just heard what happened between you and m--"
"Seriously? Does everyone know about that?" Noah interrupted, exasperated.
"Sorry," Jason chuckled uncomfortably, looking down before meeting Noah's eyes again. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay?"
The sincerity in his eyes took Noah by surprise. Not that he expected the guy to be an asshole, but most everyone else had been one for the past week.
"Oh, thanks! Yeah, I'm fine," Noah rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with his hands.
"Mind if I walk you to your dorm?" Jason offered.
"I'm not really sure I'm in the mood today--" Noah started but was immediately interrupted by a raised hand.
"I didn't mean it that way," the jock said solemnly. "Just wanna do something nice."
Taken aback again, Noah nodded and turned around, resuming his walk while Jason caught up by his side.
"I'm sorry. I can go if you think this is creepy or something," Jason stammered as if he had immediately caught second thoughts from looking at Noah's expression.
"You don't have to keep doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Apologizing all the time."
"Ah, sorry, kind of a cliched bad habit."
