The Stars

By: David H
(© 2014 by the author)
Editor: Ken King

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Chapter 2:
“Miami Heat”

Suggested Listening: “Paris” (Faith Hill) 

They arrived in Miami just after ten o’clock that evening.  Given that they all had things to do that night once they got home, Luke took a taxi to his restaurant to return the things that he’d taken with him to the right place and check up on things.  Caleb and Katie had to go to their offices, which were also in the same building, and so they took another one.  Noah and Chris, though, were left to their own devices, climbing into a yellow cab with just their suitcases, and headed back to the building where they would all be before the night was completely over with. 

Having been raised in Atlanta, Chris was OK with big cities.  He preferred small towns, but the city was still a part of who he was to the very core.  He’d never been to South Florida, though, and took in all the lights and sounds as the cabbie took them from the small regional airport just inland from Fort Lauderdale to Noah’s condo.  When they got there and Chris was out of the car, he looked up at Noah’s building, unable to see the top of it in that moment.

“Welcome,” Noah said as he took both of their suitcases and smiled in Chris’ direction.  Together, they walked into Noah’s building.  They stopped for a second to speak to the old man working the front desk.  Noah asked about his grandson, who was in Iraq for an undetermined length of time, and the guy smiled, asking him, in turn, how the wedding had been, which made Noah smile, widely.

Eventually, though, they made it to the elevator, where Noah pressed the button that would take them to the nineteenth floor.  Together, the two men walked down the hallway to the very last unit, a corner unit from which Noah could, whenever he wanted, go to his balcony and look out of the sparkling waters of the Atlantic.

Chris was in awe as they entered.  It wasn’t a huge place, but the main room was a single, huge space, divided strategically by furniture and a bar that separated the kitchen a little more from the rest of the room.  There were tiles covering the floors, and a nice rug in the ‘living room’.  The countertops in the kitchen were made from stones that were only slightly darker than the floors, and there were stainless appliances, including a gas stove that Noah only used to make his morning tea.  Luke used it more than anyone else, when he felt like cooking in a different place from his own apartment.

“So you like the place?” Noah asked as Chris did a three hundred sixty degree turn to take the whole place in.

“Damn, man,” Chris said as he smiled.  “This place is amazing.”

“Thank you.  It’s home,” Noah answered as he took a second to enjoy the air conditioning that was working really, really well.  “So this is my room,” Noah said as he walked over to a door on the right side of the room, from Chris’ perspective.  Chris walked inside with Noah, marveling at the room’s size, and the huge windows that were covered by curtains that ran from ceiling to floor.  “I like it dark when I sleep,” Noah explained, “but you’re welcome to open them up at night, if you want.”

“I’m not taking your room,” Chris said as he realized that Noah was trying to make this a real vacation for him.

“Yes you are,” Noah smiled at him.  “Besides, I’ve never had sex on this bed,” he continued, “but… in my other room, I wouldn’t ever turn on a blacklight for fear that blindness may come!”  Chris laughed.  “Let me show you the master bath,” Noah said as he walked past Chris, smiling.  He turned on the light to reveal a huge bathroom with a nice sized tub and a shower stall that was built into the wall.

“Damn…” Chris said.

“I love this bathroom,” Noah grinned.

“I can see why,” Chris told him.

With a smile, Noah turned and took him to the other side of the apartment, a place that Chris recognized quickly.  “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this room?  I almost feel like I should just take my pants off and… nevermind!”

“That’s fine,” Noah smiled.  “You want me to leave so that you can do it privately?” he joked.

“Noah!” Chris shook his head. 

“Seriously.  Think of this as your home away from home.  Whatever you feel like doing… do it,” Noah told him, seriously.

“What if it involves sitting naked on a beanbag, eating Cheetos, and watching televangelists?” Chris joked.

“Sorry… I kinda zoned out when you said naked,” Noah smiled as they walked into the living room from ‘the studio’. 

For the rest of the evening, they quietly sat in the living room, watching TV and talking about the most random things.  Chris, from his laughter if nothing else, was having a great time.  Noah was enjoying being home.  At around one, Noah started to yawn a little bit.  He asked Chris if it would be rude of him to hit the sack, and Chris said that it wouldn’t.  They again discussed the sleeping arrangements, but Noah, intent on having his way that evening, stood and walked toward the guest room, taking his shirt off a second before going inside and shutting the door.  Chris stayed up for a while, and, in the peace of that place, found himself getting a little excited.  Shutting off the huge TV that was on the opposite wall, Chris took a deep breath and went into Noah’s bedroom.  He took a piss in the huge bathroom before going to the bed.

It was a peaceful night’s sleep, and he vividly dreamed about a variety of things.  When he woke the next morning at eleven, he heard the sound of the shower going in the next room.  Noah was obviously up, and, as he came more and more into the land of the living, he realized that he was, too.  He rolled onto his back a moment before the shower turned off, and the silence forced his eyes toward the opening of the room.  He saw Noah climbing from the shower stall and grabbing a towel.  He had no tan line whatsoever, which was more than appealing in that moment.  On the web, he’d seen Noah’s legs, his ass, his arms, his back, but live, they were almost too much.  The camera, after all, couldn’t capture the way that they flexed and relaxed with each movement that he made.  It couldn’t capture the vibrancy of color of Noah’s only tattoo.

In a second, Noah put the towel to his jet black hair and began vigorously drying it off.  With that, he turned in the direction of the door, and Chris almost lost it right there.  Internet rumors posted by those who were intimidated by the length and girth of his massive manhood had said that it was a camera trick.  It was obvious to Chris, almost painfully so, that they were just jealous.

Noah, standing there, caught a glimse of the fact that Chris was looking at him.  Chris couldn’t tell, though.  Noah turned to his side and began admiring his years of dedication and hard work.  It wasn’t a vanity thing, mind you, but more of a show.  As Chris could see the left side of Noah’s body, Noah took his right hand and adjusted it, pulling the long foreskin back to reveal a perfectly mushroom-shaped head.

Noah heard a rustling in the next room and smiled.  “So you want me to leave so that you can take care of that thing?” Noah inquired, bending over to look at something on his face as he continued the show for Chris’ benefit.

“How’d you know I was awake?” Chris asked.

Noah shrugged, “Lucky guess.”

“Actually, I probably am going to when you’re finished and I can get in there for a shower,” Chris told him.

“Like it hot or cold?” Noah asked as he went and started the water.

“Like my men… hot,” Chris joked as Noah smiled.

“It’s ready when you are,” Noah smiled as he stepped from the bathroom and into his closet to get some shorts to put on.  When he walked out, he smiled at Chris, shutting the door to give him some privacy.

Chris was so hard in that moment that it hurt, physically.  As he climbed into the shower, he noticed a shelf that was filled with things, including a bottle of silicone based lube.  That was what he went to first, putting a copious amount into the palm of his hand and heading straight for the promised land.  There was no passing go or collecting $200, it was just all about the almighty orgasm that he was hoping would help him cope with being there, in that moment, with a man that he’d idolized for a while.  It didn’t take long for his breathing to change, to get heavier and deeper.  It didn’t take long for the muscles of his midsection to begin getting firmer.  He wasn’t ready for it to be over with, but like so many before it, that orgasm took over his soul as he shot load after load from his body and onto the wall opposite where he was.  A moment later, after the shaking of his body had stopped, Chris had to take a moment, in the steamy heat, to just breathe.  Relief was, he realized as he smiled, sweet.

The rest of that day, Noah was at Chris’ beck and call, though Chris insisted that he didn’t have to be.  They went to the beach and to Luke’s place for a late lunch, which Chris thought was amazing food.  They went to a movie that evening, emerging hungry and ready for dinner.  Noah, who drove a 2009 Black Ford Fusion, which surprised Chris a little bit, having always assumed that Noah would drive something with flash, along with Caleb and Luke, took him clubbing that night, to experience, with semi-locals, the wonders and joys of gay life in the northern-most city in Latin America.  At one point, a guy started making Chris uncomfortable, following him around and buying him drinks.  Noah responded in kind, by telling him not to send anything else to his man, or disturb him in anyway.  The guy, scared of Noah’s brute energy, backed off, though, and the night, despite that, became a resounding success.  They all returned to the building and went to bed peacefully.

The rest of the week passed, and Chris, not wanting to overstay his welcome, started making plans to return to Blakely.  Noah didn’t mind him being there, and in fact, he was enjoying it.  Chris was an amazingly smart guy.  He could talk about anything with authority.  He especially enjoyed talking about Miami’s history when the two of them went into the city for something.  He had ideas, thoughts, plans, and he knew how to achieve every single one of them.  He had a happy, almost cheery disposition, and could get along with most anyone.  He was humble and respectful to anyone and everyone.  He was quiet; he liked to read, but he could enjoy himself just as much at a bar or club.  He had pride in himself, and in his family’s origins in Africa.  

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There was that, but then also that his smile was brighter than the sun.  His eyes showed the depth of his soul.  He called himself fat, but while he wasn’t as muscular as Noah, there was nothing fat about him.  He had a great shape to his body, a masculine shape.  He had nice arms, connected to broad shoulders and a nice chest.  He had an average sized waist and an ass that Noah couldn’t help but check out as he walked by.  Noah, like his sister, despite the family that he’d grown up in, didn’t have a racist bone in his body, but when it came to what drew him to guys, he preferred men that were darker than he naturally was.  Andre, his first boyfriend, was very dark skinned.  Chris, the guy that he wished he could make his boyfriend in that moment, wasn’t as dark, but he was still one of the most beautiful men that he’d ever had the fortune of laying his eyes upon.

On Sunday, the twenty-eighth day of the month and the day before Chris was to leave on Monday afternoon, everyone took him out for one last hoorah before his departure.  As they returned to the building, between two and three on what was technically Monday morning, Caleb and Katie climbed off the elevator first, on the tenth floor.  Luke got off at the seventeenth, and, a moment later, Noah and Chris got off on Noah’s floor.  As they walked inside, Chris smiled.

“Noah?”

“Yes?” Noah asked as they slipped off their shoes.  Both guys had a thing for walking around their homes either in socks or their bare feet.

“So I figure that the only reason you did this whole vacation thing was because Caroline told you that my birthday was today,” Chris started.

“Wait?  What?” Noah asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“She didn’t tell you?”

“No!  We would have had a huge party or something!” Noah smiled.  “I’m gonna remember this, and just wait till next year.”

Chris smiled.  “I was going to say thank you for not making a big deal out of it.  I don’t like celebrating it.”

“Then I’m glad I didn’t know,” Noah told him.

“Caroline and Gwen really didn’t tell you?” Chris inquired.

“They really didn’t tell me,” Noah smiled.  “But it’s not why I wanted you to come down,” he said as he walked over to Chris.

“Oh yeah.  Then what was it?” Chris asked.

“Because, the first time I met you, I had a hard-on from hell.  Maybe because of what I’ve done for work in the past, I don’t get that excited by a lot of guys.  Then, I had the chance to get to know you a little bit over the weekend.  You are an amazing man, and the way you stood up to my brother was awesome.”  Noah walked over to him, putting his arms on Chris’ shoulders.  “What I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t ready for us to have to part company.  I’m still not, I’m enjoying you more than you will ever know, dude.” 

Then he smiled, and Chris was lost, deep in the recesses of his imagination.  Noah knew that there was a physical attraction between them, but he wasn’t going to make the first move toward relieving their combined tension.  He knew that he had a tendency to come on strong with guys, but this guy was different.  He had the potential to be more than just even a regular fuck buddy, and that was the reason why Caroline was insistent that they get to know each other.

Thankfully for him, Chris had been endeavoring to muster for nearly two weeks, to come up with the energy to make the first move, and when he did, it was spectacular.  The kiss they shared in that moment was more powerful than any that either of them had ever experienced.  It didn’t stop there, though, as neither of them wanted to pull away.  They were both living out fantasies that had, over time, changed and evolved up to that moment.

Without breaking their kiss, Noah moved his arms, lifting Chris’ to rest on his shoulders, around his huge neck.  A moment later, Chris was lifted off the ground, literally, as Noah picked him.  Instinctively, Chris wrapped his legs around Noah’s waist.  “Studio… or bedroom…” Noah asked Chris in that moment.

Chris stopped and looked at him.  “I thought the bedroom was a no-sex zone.”

“I just said that I hadn’t had sex on my bed yet.  I didn’t say that I wouldn’t deflower the room for a guy as awesomely hot as you,” Noah pointed out.

“Studio, save the bedroom for a later trip,” Chris smiled as they started kissing each other again.  Noah, without much effort, walked the two of them to the door of the room, opening it with his right hand, a hand that had been so pleasantly, a moment before, right on Chris’ ass.

As they walked inside, Chris climbed off Noah.  They stopped kissing for a moment as each undressed the other.  Noah was easier from the waist up, as he’d been wearing a button down shirt.  Chris had on a polo, though, that Noah, in his state in that moment, wanted to rip from his body so that he could enjoy all of this man before him more quickly.  With their chests exposed, Chris was ready to get down to work, but Noah had something else in mind.  Instead, he undid the belt around Chris’ waist and then each of the buttons of his jeans as the pair kissed passionately.

The jeans fell to around his ankles, revealing a cute pair of underwear under which Chris’ bulging manhood was begging for both release and relief.  Like it was a grab bag filled with surprises for party guests, Noah reached in, massaging his balls for a second as he felt, against his wrist, the throbbing of Chris’ penis.

Noah released his lips from Chris’ a moment later and began pecking his neck, going down to his chest and torso in short order, and following the very happy trail that led from his belly button to his promised land.  He kissed the outside of the cotton briefs for a moment, all up and down the length of his shaft before tugging at the tight elastic waist band and letting loose the monster that was begging for Noah’s oral attention.  He could wrap his hands around it, but just barely.  Like Noah, Chris parents’ hadn’t ruined him by removing his foreskin.  Pulling it back, he revealed the head.  It had a nice shape, attached to a dick whose length and girth were nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.  He stroked it a couple of times before going in for the kill.

“Oh fuck!” Chris yelled as Noah’s full red lips came in contact with it for the first time.

It only took a second for Chris to realize that with every pass of his lips, he was getting closer and closer to an earthly paradise that he had only ever imagined.  Noah was treating him like a king, sucking from his body and soul all the energy that he had within him.

“Noah…” Chris said.  “Please… I’m about to…” Chris managed to say as Noah pulled himself off, lifting himself from his knees and kissing Chris with such amazing, engrossing energy, life.  As they kissed, Chris struggled for a second to undo Noah’s jeans.  Noah reached down and took his hands, helping Chris with the task that he’d assigned for himself.  A moment later, Chris pulled his jeans away to reveal that Noah jeans had been tight enough for him to only feel comfortable wearing there.  Unlike Chris, Noah’s rock hard member was free the moment that they allowed those jeans to fall to around his ankles. 

The guys took a second to step from their jeans before Chris voraciously lowered himself to his knees and began to inflict pure pleasure on Noah.  Now, Noah wasn’t bad at what he did, but even he could have learned a few things from Chris as he slobbered on his knob.

What happened next surprised Noah a little bit.  He began to feel a nut churning within him.  Normally, whether on or off camera, it would take a good, long while for him to get to that point.  It was proof that what he was doing with that man in whom he was beginning to invest feelings was the right thing.  Chris, though, pulled off Noah, ending his oral assault with a pop.

“So yeah…” Chris said as he stood.  “I want you, Noah.”

“Sure you can take it?” Noah joked with him as he pushed himself up against Chris’ body. 

Once again taking the reins for the evening, Chris turned Noah so that his back was facing the bed.  A moment later, he pushed Noah onto the bed, urging him to move up onto the Queen-sized bed.  Noah complied as he told Chris where to find the requisite supplies.  With almost a jump in his step, he walked into the second bathroom and grabbed a pack of condoms and some lube.  He returned to find Noah sprawled out on the bed, his dick standing straight at a perfectly ninety-degree angle from his body.

Climbing up onto the bed, Chris opened up one of the condoms, knowing that it was going to be tight, and rolled it as far down as it would go.  He squeezed some of the lube into his hands and prepped the appropriate areas of both of their yearning bodies.  When they were both sure that things were ready, Chris straddled Noah’s body, relaxing himself as much as he could before impaling himself with Noah’s huge penis.

It was in that moment that both guys realized that their vocabularies were finite.  Neither of them could have adequately described the feelings, the sensations, all the energy that was moving between them.  Chris, though he wanted it more than anything, hadn’t expected that he would be stretched as he was.  Noah, while knowing that he wasn’t a slut, wasn’t expecting his ass to be as tight as it was.  Despite the discomfort, though, there was such intense pleasure.  Their contact was nothing like either of them had expected.

“You know,” Chris joked as he made it all the way down a few minutes later, “you’re ruining me for every other guy on the planet.”  Noah, with a smile, took his hands, and pulled him down and into a kiss.  Suddenly, the pain wasn’t as bad as it had been.  Chris didn’t know, though, if it was because of the position he was in, or if it was with a person that intrigued him more than any other guy ever had.  Chris had called himself 'in love' once, but those emotions between him and Noah in that moment was so much stronger, more intense, more… everything… than he’d ever experienced.

Never breaking the kiss and never removing himself from inside Chris’ body, Noah let go of his hands and wrapped his arms around Chris’ back, and turned them so that Chris was on his back.  Having taken control of the situation, Noah began doing what he knew, without a doubt, how to do: have sex.  He was going slowly, gently, so as not to hurt that man.  He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to forgive himself if he did.

To take a breath, Noah and Chris stopped kissing.  As Noah kissed his neck, though, Chris implored him for more.  “Don’t stop… please…” he begged, the pure, unadulterated pleasure had long overtaken the temporary pain.

“I’m getting close,” Noah explained between kisses.

“Me too,” Chris said as he breathed heavy for a moment.  “Noah… Noah!!!” Chris called out as his whole body quivered and a fiery wad of his potential children escaped his body, creating a sticky mess between them.

On Noah’s end of things, Chris’ orgasm was only bringing him closer and closer to the edge.  As Chris clamped down on him, though, Noah found himself unable to hold back much longer.  In the fashion of a pre-eminent star of the adult screen, he pulled himself out of Chris quickly and removed the condom.  Just a few seconds later, he moaned as he stroked himself feverishly, finally throwing his head back and flexing every muscle of his body until he, himself, flung the fruit of his loin onto Chris’ sweaty body.  He fell onto his haunches a second later; Chris looked up at him as he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment; Noah rolled his neck and looked down at Chris.

“You OK?” Chris asked Noah, who nodded his response.

“You?” Noah asked.

“I will proudly walk with a new swagger tomorrow,” Chris smiled at him.

“Sorry I didn’t last longer on your birthday,” Noah smiled at him.

“Noah…” Chris smiled as he pointed to the window.  The sky, while still dark, was beginning to brighten.

“So we did good then,” Noah smiled as Chris laughed.  “So why don’t we go shower and then lay down for a little while?”

“Sounds good,” Chris said as he stood, grabbed Noah’s jeans, thinking for a second they were his, and cleaned up the goo that was running down his body.  As Noah smiled and pointed out his mistake, Chris apologized.  Noah told him not to worry, though, that his favorite jeans were now even more special.  “Awww…” Chris said as Noah winked and smiled.

The two went into Noah’s bathroom to clean up before climbing, together, into his bed.  At first, it was weird, as they were both used to sleeping alone in a huge bed.  They managed, though, sleeping for a few hours before waking to find themselves spooning each other.  At nine, when they got up, they showered again, together, and Chris packed up his things.  Noah drove him to the airport, parking in the deck so that the two of them could squeeze every last minute together out of the day.  Just before Chris was getting ready to go through security, Noah grabbed his arm and, in a sweet moment, kissed Chris.  It was sort of his way of inviting him back anytime he wanted to come; Chris’ response told him that he had a place to stay in Blakely, should he ever choose to accept it.  Finally, though, they had to part ways, but not before Noah stood just outside security, catching one last smile before Chris went toward the gate.  He took a couple of steps back before turning to walk out of terminal three at Fort Lauderdale’s International Airport.

Walking outside, he felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket.  Reaching back, he answered before looking at the caller ID.  “Hello?”

“Hey,” Chris said.  Noah could almost hear the smile on his face.

“Long time no talk,” Noah joked.

“I know,” Chris said.  “So I just saw this guy walk past that made me think about something.”

“What’s that?” Noah asked.

“It’s gonna sound real corny, let me warn you,” Chris smiled.

“K…” Noah smiled as he jogged across several lanes of stopped traffic on his way to the deck.

“But there is this guy sitting across the room from me,” Chris said, “and he keeps looking over at me and smiling.”

“OK…”

“And I can’t help thinking ‘I’ve had hotter’,” Chris said as Noah busted out laughing, getting the attention of the people around him.

“NICE!” Noah said as he continued to walk.  “So who is this hotter?”

“Shut up!” Chris told him.  “OK.  I’m goin' to the bar for a drink real fast, and then to get some tostones, cause they're looking as awesome as you.”

“Alrighty, dude.  Hey!  When you get a chance, look in your backpack,” Noah told him.

“For what?”

“Just look in the fucking backpack… Later… Not now.”

“Yes sir,” Chris told him, standing and putting his backpack back on his shoulders.

“OK.  So call me when you get back to Blakely, so that I know you made it OK,” Noah told him.

“Will do…” Chris said.  “I had a great time, Noah.  And I’m not just talking about last night.”

“I did, too, but that was definitely fun,” Noah told him.

“Damn right it was,” Chris said.  “OK.  Bye for real.”

“Ciao, man,” Noah said as they both hung up their phones.  He went over to the bar a moment later and ordered a beer and a side order of freshly made tostones.  They arrived and he made short work of both, savoring the flavor of South Florida in the moments before he left.

At the same time, Noah was pulling out of the deck and into heavy traffic.  On his mind was Chris as he sat at the bar.  The phone rang again, and while he hoped it was Chris, he wasn’t disappointed to see Luke’s restaurant’s number pop up on the screen.

“Sup?” Noah inquired.

“Not a damn thing,” Luke told him.  “Did Chris get off OK?”

Noah snickered.  “Yeah.  He did.”

“Y’all fucking did it, didn’t you?!” Luke shouted into the phone.

“Dude.  I love you as much as my left nut, and if it were anybody else, I would give you nasty details,” he said as Luke was silent for a second.

“Caleb says congratulations and to expect a call in a few minutes,” Luke said after a moment.  Noah just smiled as he got onto the interstate, headed north back toward his house.  Even though it was a little out of his way, it was faster than trying to get through traffic.

At around the time everyone was getting off work, Chris arrived in Dothan.  Caroline was at baggage claim for him.  He was smiling, and Caroline could really tell that he’d had a good time.  The whole ride back to Blakely, it was ‘Noah this’ and ‘Noah that’.  She enjoyed the whole conversation, though, putting him on the list of her kids and relishing in his exploits as much as she relished in theirs.

“So did y’all do it?” she asked, half jokingly, half seriously.

“I know that a gentleman isn’t supposed to talk about such things with other people, but they were the two BEST hours of my life!” he dished.  “I know he’s your brother, but it was the best sex I’ve ever had…”

“Good!” she winked at him.  “Y’all both needed it, I’m sure,” Caroline told him as they got into Blakely and as she took back roads to hers and Tom’s house.

The next morning, Noah got a call at around seven in the morning for a shoot.  He was already up and getting ready to go to the gym with Luke and Caleb, but for what the photographer was offering to pay him for a few days’ work, Luke and Caleb understood why he had to spend the day getting ready. 

At about 11:30, he was packed and ready to go.  He took a cab to the airport, talking to Caroline the whole time.  She said that she would wait up for him to call, and that he better not forget.  He smiled, promising that he wouldn’t.  After check in, he had an hour to kill before boarding, so he walked around the terminal, talking to Chris.  Like Caroline before him, Chris told Noah that he’d be waiting up for a call when he arrived. 

Several hours and a few time-zones away from where he’d started, Noah’s plane touched down in Paris.  It was the middle of the night, but that didn’t stop him from stopping at a prepaid-mobile-phone-SIM-card vending machine to buy enough time to make the calls that he had to make.  He quickly pulled his phone apart and stuck the SIM that had been dispensed into the combo CDMA/GSM phone that he adored so much.  First were calls to Luke and Caleb, followed by a thirty-minute phone call to his sister.  He purposefully waited until he got to the hotel to call Chris.  Knowing that they were probably going to talk for a bit, using Skype would be a more efficient use of their moment in time.

Arriving, the first thing he did was drop his bag and take a piss.  He then pulled out his computer and started it up before grabbing his phone and calling Chris.

“Hey,” Chris said, sounding sleepy.

“You asleep?” he looked at his watch to see that it was only about eight o’clock in Georgia.

“I had dozed off waiting for you to call,” Chris told him.  “But I’m awake now.  Did you have a good flight?”

“I had a great flight.  There were no babies crying; there were no religious zealots sitting next to me.  It was awesome!” Noah smiled.

“Good,” Chris smiled as he shuffled across his floor and into the kitchen.

“So do you have Skype?” Noah asked.

“No, but I have Yahoo! Messenger with Voice and a camera in my computer,” Chris said.

“OK.  Add ‘AllAmericanNoNo’ to your list,” Noah told him as he moved the computer to his bed and started to log in.

“Gotcha.  Talk to you in a second,” Chris said as they hung up.

Chris walked upstairs to his computer and quickly logged into yahoo.  He typed out Noah’s name and a message.  ‘Hey…’ it said simply.

‘So I got to sleep on the plane so that I would have plenty of time to talk to you when I got here,’ Noah responded, adding a chat winkie at the end.

‘I feel appreciated,’ Chris smiled as he responded. 

‘As you should be’, Noah winked again.  A second later, Chris received an invitation to view Noah’s cam, which he accepted.  ‘So how has your day been?’

‘It’s been good,’ Chris answered.  ‘Caroline and I went to a farmer’s market near Donelsonville.  Had lunch with a friend of mine, and then waited for you to call.’

‘Nice,’ Noah smiled on camera.

‘So what is this shoot for?’ Chris inquired.

‘A photog friend of mine is shooting for this huge fashion house over here, so when he called and offered to pay me well for it, I couldn’t say no.’

‘So how long are you there for?’

‘A week, tops,’ Noah said.  ‘And if you would accept it, I would so fly you over for a couple of them.’

‘You would not!’ Chris said as he turned on his camera.  ‘But I appreciate the thought.  It’s very nice of you.’

‘No worries,’ Noah smiled.

‘Besides, I don’t have my passport,’ Chris told him.

‘Ahh…’ Noah smiled.  ‘You wanna see the world’s worst passport picture?’

‘Sure,’ Chris smiled.  Noah held up one finger and moved off the bed.  He returned a moment later, opening his passport to the photo page.  ‘I’d hit that!’ Chris said as Noah smiled.

‘If you’re lucky, you might get to one day,’ Noah said.  ‘Sorry.  I’m in a way right now.’

‘Ask me who’s jacked off a half dozen times since Monday… including on the plane…’

‘You jacked on the plane?!?’ Noah inquired.  ‘That’s kinda hot.’

‘Like you as you lay on that bed,’ Chris typed out and winked as Noah smiled.

‘I’m gonna turn my mic on,’ Noah typed after a second.

‘k… speakers are on on this end.’

“You got a mic?” Noah asked.  Chris nodded.  “Then turn it on.”

“How’s this?” Chris said after fidgeting with a couple of things.

“That’s good,” Noah looked at the screen of the computer.

There were a couple of moments of silence.  “Now that the mics are on, are we just gonna sit and look at each other?”

“Fine with me,” Noah answered as they both laughed.

“This so reminds me of high school, sorta,” Chris expressed.

“How so?”

“The first guy I dated, we would just sit on the phone for hours, and most of the time I think that we were just listening to each other breathing.  Actually, that was the guy that your sister and I had lunch with today,” Chris smiled.

“So y’all are friends?”

“Yeah.  When we were 15, we thought we were going to rule the world, now, I’m a teacher and he runs a clothes store in Donalsonville.”

“That still qualifies as ruling the world.  People gotta learn, and people gotta wear clothes… sometimes,” Noah winked.  “So what happened?”

“I went to college in Boston, and he went to a school out west.  We emailed and talked, but we eventually decided that it was best that we see other people.  Caroline did say that he made her think of Andre…”

“Andre?”

“Yeah.  My first man.  I don’t want to call him a boyfriend cause all we did was get drive through and go to the woods and fuck,” Noah smiled.  “Yeah, and the last time I heard of him, he was married with a kid.”

“Ouch…” Chris said.  “At least Brian’s got a man.”

“RIGHT!” Noah smiled.  “You’re so cute right now.”

“Shut up, Noah,” Chris laughed.

“Seriously.  You are really cute right now.”

“I need to shower; I need a hair cut and a shave; ergo, I am not cute.”

“I need to shower, too, and I will be getting a haircut tomorrow, I’m sure.  I’ve got shave my chest and pubes, but I’m still hot, and I still think that you’re hot, regardless,” Noah smiled.

“So you should not shave your chest for a couple of weeks,” Chris suggested.

“Oh yeah.  You think I’d be sexy with chest hair?”

“You would,” Chris said as Noah repositioned himself, removing the white polo that he’d put on that morning.  Playing with his chest, running his fingers across his pectoral muscles, he looked at himself and then at the computer screen again.

“You really think that I would look good with fuzz?”

“I do…”

“Then the next time you see me, I’ll have some fuzz going on,” Noah told him.

“And the next time you see me, I’ll be able to run with you the whole time,” Chris promised.

“So with that part, don’t do it for me; do it for you,” Noah told him.  “If you want to do it, do it.  If you don’t, then don’t.”

“So what can I give you if you do that for me?” Chris inquired.

“Um… I can think of a couple of things,” Noah said as his hand, seemingly inconspicuously, put his right hand on his crotch.

“NASTY!” Chris said between laughs.

“You were not saying that two days ago,” Noah said as he undid the button of his pants and then unzipped them.

“I didn’t say that it was the bad kind of nasty!” Chris told him.  “It was the very, very, very good kind of nasty!”  Noah laughed and shook his head.  “So what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”

“They’re sending a car at nine.”

“And what time is it now?”

“Um… About 2:30.”

“Then go get some sleep,” Chris smiled.  “I’m gonna go jack off and get some sleep myself.”

“I wanna watch,” Noah smiled.

“No.  It’s private time,” Chris smiled.

“Please.  Think of it like porn for me,” Noah smiled.

“Please… all the guys you’ve had over the years, and you say that?”

“Work-play and play-play are two different things,” Noah winked.

“I’ll make you a video later,” Chris smiled.  “But you gotta bring me something nice from France.”

“Of course…” Noah smiled.

“So what is the coolest place you’ve ever been for work?”

“The coolest place… that would have to be Vancouver, British Columbia,” Noah said as he flipped through the pages of his passport and held up the one that was stamped by the Canadian border authority.  “It’s a beautiful city.  Bunch a HAWT men.”  He flipped through to show pictures of stamps from the People’s Republic of China, Kenya, and South Africa.

“You wanna hear something weird?” Chris asked.

“What’s that?” Noah asked.

“Outside of the South, Boston and New York are the only places I’ve ever been,” Chris told him.

“Really?”

“Yep.  I mean, I grew up in Atlanta, and I went to school in Athens and Boston, so… had everything I needed right there.”

“Other than Dothan and PCB, I’d never been anywhere until I moved to Miami,” Noah told him.

“Cool... So now it’s your turn,” Chris smiled.

“To ask a question?”

“Yeah…”

“Hmmm… Favorite movie?”

“Other than your stuff?”

“Yeah,” Noah smiled.  “Don’t get me wrong, I would be really flattered if you named one of mine…”

Chris smiled.  “I would have to say… my favorite movies of all time… cause they’re a series… are the Star Trek Movies.”

“Kirk or Picard?” Noah smiled.

“Sisko!” Chris winked.

“The Captain on DS9, right?”

“If I hadn’t already, your knowing that would so get you laid!” Chris laughed as Noah smiled.

“I love Star Trek, man.  Caroline used to tape it for me every week so I never missed an episode of TNG.  DS9 and Voyager, I was able to, for the most part, watch on my own.  Oh the things I could have done to Tuvok on the Delta Flyer!” Noah stopped for a second, “And don’t even get me started on TRAVIS MERRIWHETHER!”

Chris belly laughed at the last part of that comment.  “Shit… Oh…my…god… I never heard anyone say it quite like that!”

“What?  He was hot as hell!”

“He wasn’t bad looking… I kinda had a thing for Trip, though.”

“So you like redneck white guys?”

“I have a thing for white guys with a little country in ‘em, yes,” Chris smiled.  “Brian was the only black guy that I’ve ever dated, actually.  What about you?  What kind of guy gets you going?”

“As in… first thing I see that makes me get a stiffy?” Noah inquired.

“Yeah…”

Noah thought for a second.  “Chris… Don’t think I’m weird when I say this, but look in the mirror.  You are, without a doubt, the most attractive man that I’ve ever seen.  In my mind, I have this vision of ‘the perfect guy’, and you are… him…”

“You are so full of shit.”

“OK.  Look at it this way, since I turned twenty, there has been ONE man that turned me on… I mean… ‘damn I feel like I’m sitting in geometry class and the QB is talking to me’ turned on.”

“And you expect,” Chris started, “me to believe that I’m that guy?”

“You are that guy,” Noah told him.

“You need to get some sleep!” Chris told him.

“I don’t want to, though,” Noah told him.  “You know what I should do?”

“What’s that?”

“I should leave my cam on all night.”

“No!  Cause my computer isn’t in my room, and you’d wake up to find me sleeping in this chair.  Well, either that or awake with some coffee so that I could gaze at you all night,” Chris told him.  “Actually, go get ready for bed, and I’m gonna go make myself some.  It sounds good right now.”

“OK,” Noah said, winking at Chris as he moved from the bed.

Noah walked past the door that led to the balcony at his hotel.  The sheers were open and could see outside.  “Chris?”

“Yes?” Chris said, as he was getting ready to walk downstairs when Noah’s voice resonated from where his computer was set up.

“Wanna see something amazing?” Noah asked as he stood in the window.  “It’s even more amazing than my penis.”

“Now you piqued my interest,” Chris said as Noah went over and grabbed the laptop, taking it from its power source and carrying it over to the window.  He opened the curtains and the door that led to the small balcony.

“See,” Noah said as looked at Chris via the webcam built into his computer.  “Now it’s sorta like you’re in Paris with me,” Noah winked as he turned to give Chris a vista that he had from his room.

“Holy shit,” Chris said as he looked at the Tour Eiffel in the distance.  “Damn…” he said as Noah walked back inside.  “You know how to do a still?” Noah asked.

“Yeah,” Chris said.

“Then here,” he adjusted the camera so that he was in the same shot as the Eiffel Tower.  He saw as Chris grinned, made some adjustments to the computer, and snapped the shot.

“Got it,” Chris smiled as Noah took the computer back inside.  “Hold on.  Phone,” Chris said as he answered the phone.  “So I’m talking to your brother right now,” Chris smiled.  “Caroline said to get your ass in bed,” he relayed to Noah.  “Wait.  Give her five minutes, she’s on her way over,” Chris said as he hung up the phone.

“K…” Noah smiled.  It wasn’t two minutes later that he saw his sister, her black hair pulled into a ponytail on the back of her head as she wore a spaghetti-tank.

“Hey!” Caroline said as she and Noah waved at each other.  “So I see.  You talk to me for a few minutes and then you get online with Chris,” she joked.

“I’ve been trying to get him to give me a show so that I have some… inspiration… for the evening,” Noah winked at Chris.  “Your boobs look bigger over this thing,” Noah told his sister.

“Really?  Maybe Tom would like it if I got one of these yahoo names or something and gave him a show every now and again,” Caroline grinned as Chris blushed.

“We always talk like this,” Noah said as he looked at Chris and his embarrassment.

“Actually, this is toned down,” Caroline joked with Chris.  “I gotta get one of these, for real.”

“Chris.  Will you take my sister to Best Buy in Dothan tomorrow and make her get a new computer?  Otherwise, she’ll talk herself out of it after a month,” Noah told him as Caroline shot him a bird, leaning in to type something on the keyboard.  Chris laughed, and she smiled before she pressed enter.

“Holy shit,” Noah laughed as there was a text penis on his screen.

“OK.  I’m so getting one tomorrow, but, right now, I’m going to make Tom perform his husbandly duties!” Caroline winked.  “Noah!  Go to bed!” she wagged her finger in his direction.  “Chris.  Make him go to bed in FIVE minutes!”

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Bailey,” they said in tandem as Caroline winked and blew her brother a kiss.  He smiled.

“FIVE MINUTES, NOAH!” Caroline said as she walked out of the room.

“Yes ma’am!” Noah said as she left the house, saying something to Chris as she left.

“You’re so not going to bed are you?” Chris looked at the screen again.  Noah shook his head as Chris smiled.  “You’ll look more beautiful if you get some rest.”

“And see… if you stayed up for a week, you’d still be hotter than me,” Noah smiled.

“Dude!  For real!  You ain’t got to work so hard, I already put out!”

“If we lived closer to each other… it wouldn’t be about the sex, at least not for me,” Noah told him.

“Are you saying that you would date me?!” Chris joked with him, knowing what his response would be.

“I’m saying that… YES!  I would so date you!” Noah said, then laughed as Chris did a little dance in response.  “And look at it this way,” he went on, continuing both his flirting and his seriousness, “you are the FIRST guy that I’ve said that to in over a decade!”

“Seriously?!  You don’t use that as a line?!”

“Hell no.  Look at me.  The line I use is: ‘Bend over, bitch.  Imma ‘bout to fuck you!’.” Noah joked.

“Does that work?” Chris inquired.

“Oh yeah,” Noah smiled.

“Do you use it often?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve not used it since I met you… And if you were to say that we could date, I wouldn’t use it again,” Noah answered.

“Why do you have to live a thousand miles away from me?” Chris asked.

“That’s just how life sucks, I guess,” Noah said as he moved his computer and then lay on his stomach.  “So are you teaching in the E.C. this year?”

“I don’t know, yet,” Chris told him.

“Look for something in Broward,” Noah told him.

“Why?” Chris smiled.  “You gonna let me live with you?”

“There have been less-sexy people in my apartment!” Noah winked.

“Like you have to tell me,” Chris smiled.  “Remember I done seen most of the people you fucked.”

“This is true,” Noah told him.

“OK.  I’m afraid of your sister, and she told you to get in bed.”

“Show me…” Noah grinned.

“And keep you up for another hour?” Chris winked.

“Please…” Noah asked.

Chris shook his head and took a deep breath before standing and pulling down the shorts that he was wearing.  He had a nice semi, and, when he turned around, his ass made Noah melt.

“You happy now?”

“You wanna see how happy I am?” Noah smiled.

“Yes.  Cause I need some inspiration for tonight,” Chris said as Noah stood on his haunches, pulling himself from the open pants that he was wearing.  “Dammit!  I wish I had my passport… I’d be sucking that tomorrow night.”

“So question…” Noah asked, “and then I’m going to bed.  If I asked you to date me, would you?”

“I spent most of the last two weeks dating you, Noah.  What do you think my response would be?”

“K,” Noah smiled.  “I’m gonna go jack off and get a couple hours of sleep.”

“Je dois que tu aies de beaux reves,” Chris smiled.

“You speak French?”

“No.  I just looked it up on Google,” Chris smiled.

“Nice,” Noah smiled.  “Sweet dreams to you, too.”

“Of you…” Chris said as he kissed his hand and then blew the kiss to Noah across the Atlantic.

“Night babe,” Noah said, reluctantly, as he turned off his camera.

“Night,” Chris typed in the screen before he, himself, turned off the camera and signed out of messenger.

Closing his computer, Noah grabbed his phone and called Caroline.  They talked for a few minutes before Caroline said that he should get in bed and that she had to go anyway.  It was only because Chris had come over to say the same thing about Noah that Noah had just told her about him.

After sleeping for a while, Noah woke the next morning and went to work.  For some reason, he was more into being shot that morning than any other.  After spending half the night thinking of him, Chris woke the next morning, after Noah had finished working for the day, and started looking for jobs in Ft. Lauderdale.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/11/14