You like it?” He teased.“Fuck off.” Liam teased back.Then Noah leaned in, voice dropping a little. Gay porn Or doesn’t wanna party every weekend.”“Bullshit,” Noah said, sharp. Too quiet. His abs clenched with every stroke. Wood floors scuffed from years of foot traffic. “Go ahead. A gaming rig humming softly in the dark.The bed? Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. And the more Liam hung out with him, the more that idea took root. They didn’t do anything like what happened that day, so yeah, whatever.Still, when he was alone, his mind circled back. “No. His shoulders weren’t so stiff anymore.It was easy to let Noah talk. You’ve been nursing that same beer since the bar.”Noah smirked, already handing him the glass. Just… numbness. What’s the fucking big deal? Comment on it. He could’ve dodged. His throat was dry. Then, the wet sounds emerged, coming from Noah.It should’ve been easy to ignore. Weren’t you desperate for sleep?”Liam’s heart raced. That sounded pathetic.Noah tipped the bottle toward him again, refilling without a word.“I’m probably just too much,” Liam muttered, trying to force a smirk. His abs clenched with every stroke.
