worst possible way.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a soft knock.
Micah spun around and stomped to the door, determined to tell whoever it was to go away. He flung open the door and stood several moments in stunned silence.
It was his Noah, but he looked different somehow.
Standing there with a lopsided smile on his face, he wore tight, faded blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt that was covered with what looked like a well-loved, brown leather jacket. His hair was pulled back in a loose braid that fell over his shoulder and almost down to his waist. In one hand, he held an old, blue vinyl suitcase; in the other he held a bouquet of bright red tulips.
He looked breathtaking.
Noah sat the suitcase down and held his arms out to Micah.
Micah whooped for joy and jumped into his arms. Micah's arms and legs wrapped around that firm body, and he clutched Noah to him tightly.
"Oh my God, Noah! I thought I was never going to see you again!" he exclaimed excitedly as he pulled away just far enough to shower Noah's face with quick, soft kisses.
Noah laughed and clutched Micah to him in those strong arms.
Micah felt an utter joy he had never experienced before in his life. His Noah was here now and everything was going to be okay.
"What happened? Are you all right? Are you here to stay?" Micah's excited voice rang out into the cool morning air.
Noah nodded his head and then kissed Micah softly on the lips.
Micah continued to kiss Noah's lips with soft, sweet kisses. Knowing they needed to get out of the doorway, Noah scooted his suitcase into Micah's apartment with his foot, and walked in with Micah still clutched tightly in his arms. Micah reached over, closed the door, gave Noah another sweet kiss and whispered, "I love you," into Noah's ear. Then he brought his lips to Noah's once more.
The flowers Noah had been holding fell quietly to the floor. He clutched Micah even tighter to him and slid his tongue into Micah's mouth. Micah returned his kiss with an unbridled passion that Noah had never experienced in his long life.
He felt Micah's arousal pressed to his stomach. Noah felt his own hard dick pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of the jeans. He moved his hand down to Micah's sweetly curved ass and moved him slightly so their arousals lined up together. Noah felt Micah rubbing his lower body against Noah's, creating a delicious arousal for both of them.
Noah pulled his mouth away from Micah's and tried to get his breathing back to normal. Micah's mouth travelled down from Noah's lips to the side of his neck and started sucking gently. Chills ran down Noah's body and he moaned.
"Hmmm… somebody likes to have their neck kissed," Micah murmured. He slid his tongue up Noah's neck and licked the outside curve of his ear. He gently blew in it, and his mouth once again returned to Noah's sensitive neck.
"Baby, you're killing me," Noah panted as he continued to rub his very hard erection against Micah's. Micah's mouth stopped tormenting his neck.
"Take me to bed, Noah. I need you," Micah whispered, his voice rough with desire.
Noah looked down at Micah and saw those brown eyes lit up with passion and need. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his lips were swollen from their heated kisses.
Noah groaned and walked to Micah's bedroom, still holding his beloved in his arms. Micah's mouth returned to torment his neck and he felt his Sweet One's fingers slide the leather clasp off of his hair. Micah gently started upbraiding Noah's hair.
Micah had his hair almost completely loose and running through his fingers before they reached the bed. Noah laid Micah down. He quickly took off his jacket and started to pull off his T-shirt.
"Wait. I've dreamed about you almost my entire life. Now that I finally have you, I want to see you, to touch you… Will you let me undress you?" Micah sat up and placed his hand on Noah's chest.
Noah nodded, let go of his shirt and placed his hands on Micah's face. "I am yours Micah.