Running Away With My Heart
“I shouldn't love you but I want to
I just can't turn away
I shouldn't see you but I can't move
I can't look away
It's getting hard to be around you
There's so much I can't say
Do you want me to hide the feelings
And look the other way
And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not
'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop.”
- Just So You Know, JESSE McCARTNEY
“Is something wrong, honey?”
When Rebecca raised her eyes from her plate of sliced fruit, the glow of excitement from earlier, when they had picked up the dress, was faded slightly.
“No.” She smiled, but it seemed forced, strained.
“This is your mother you're talking to.” Colleen lifted one neatly sculpted eyebrow. “What's wrong?”
The younger woman poked at a slice of cantaloupe with her fork. “I'm worried about Noble.”
“Why?” Colleen set down her fork.
“He seems so...stressed lately.” Rebecca said. “Distracted. We used to talk about the wedding all the time, made plans for after we were married. But now...” Her lips pressed tight as she stared at her nearly untouched fruit. “He doesn't even mention it. And when I do...it's almost like it makes him uneasy.”
Colleen wasn't oblivious to the change in the young man either. Nearly overnight, it seemed, Noble had changed from his usual easy going, light hearted demeanor – to being stressed and on edge and battling anxiety attacks. She was as baffled as her daughter as to the sudden change in the man.
“Sometimes the pre-wedding jitters hit sudden, and cause anxiety.” Colleen offered with assurance, though she detected the doubt in her own words. “I'm sure everything is fine.” Her words carried little conviction. Even Mason seemed somewhat distracted since yesterday, though his concerns centered on Jonah, for whatever reason. He hadn't voiced them aloud, so she was in the dark as to why he felt concerned about his son.
“Maybe you're right.” Rebecca forced another smile and didn't really seem convinced. “Perhaps I'll talk to him this evening. Maybe try to help him work through his anxieties.”
Colleen reached over and covered her daughter's hand with her own. “I'm sure he just needs your reassurances that everything will be all right.”
“I hope so-” Rebecca's smile evaporated as quickly as if it had been slapped off her face.
“Honey?” Colleen frowned. The young woman stared past her, eyes widened a bit. Colleen turned slowly and looked towards the entrance to the restaurant. A young man stood talking to the hostess. He was tall with sandy blond hair, slightly long but stylish, and wearing a navy blue sports jacket with matching slacks. When he turned his head a little, Colleen could detect his strong facial features. He was a good looking man, classically handsome. And even after all these years – she still recognized him.
“Is that...?” She glanced at Rebecca and her insides tightened at the look in the young woman's eyes as she stared, transfixed, at the man.
Rebecca snapped out of her trance and looked away quick, turning her face away as if seeking to shield herself from being seen. “Don't look.” Rebecca whispered tightly to her mom. “I don't want him to see us.”
“Then that is...Keith Bradly?” Colleen confirmed, though it wasn't necessary. The young man had been a permanent fixture in their home when he and Rebecca had been dating. He was older and more matured, but there was no mistaking Keith Bradly.
“Yes.” Rebecca hissed and ducked her head towards the window, looking as if she were contemplating jumping through it and running away.
Suddenly troubled by the misty sheen in her daughter's eyes, Colleen glanced quick at the young man again. “Maybe you should say hello to him first.”
“What?” Rebecca's lips tightened. “No. I don't want to talk to him.”
“You and Keith used to be friends, Becca.” Colleen said softly.
Rebecca's face tightened and she swallowed with effort. “We used to be a lot of things, mom. But it's ancient history. We stopped being friends when we stopped being...” She turned her eyes to the window again, blinking quickly.
Oh God. Why here, why now? This is the last thing she needs. What are you doing?
Colleen and Rebecca both jumped, startled by the man's sudden presence at their table. Becky. Keith was the only one who ever called her that. Rebecca regained her composure more quickly than anyone Colleen had ever seen. Clearly the last thing her daughter wanted was for the man to see that he still affected her.
“Keith.” Rebecca smiled. “What a surprise. It's been a long time.”
“It has.” he spoke low, soft.
For a brief moment, the two just looked at one another, eyes locked. The pinching in Colleen's stomach twisted and tightened. “Keith.” Colleen spoke up, breaking the moment. “It's so nice to see you again.”
It seemed to take effort for Keith to pull his eyes off Rebecca and meet Colleen's gaze. “Mrs. Harrington.” he smiled warmly. “You're looking as lovely as ever. How is Mr. Harrington?”
“Very well, thank you.” Across the table, Rebecca fidgeted with her napkin. “How have you been?”
“Great. I have my own private contracting business now. It's going well.”
“That's wonderful.” Colleen smiled. “So...do you live here in the city now?”
“Momentarily.” Keith chuckled. “I'm not really a city guy. I'm looking for a place on the outskirts. Maybe in one of the smaller, neighboring towns.”
“I see.” Colleen glanced at Rebecca, and Keith's gaze followed hers.
“That's a lovely ring.” Keith said. He was clearly reaching for a light tone, but couldn't quite grasp it. “Getting married soon?”
“Yes.” Rebecca spoke with more strength than was evident in her eyes.
“Congratulations.” Keith studied her face though she carefully avoided his eyes. “If I may ask, who is the lucky man?”
Colleen watched the exchange, an all new tension twisting her up inside.
“I haven't had the pleasure.” Keith said. “But I'm sure he's a wonderful man.”
“He is.” Rebecca stated with a note of defensiveness, as if Keith were somehow belittling her fiance, though he hadn't been.
Keith smiled softly. “Well, he certainly has good taste. Have to give him that much.”
Rebecca released a slow breath but simply nodded, merely shooting the man quick glances. Keith stared at her a moment longer then shifted his attention to Colleen once more.
“Well, it was wonderful seeing you both again.” He held out his hand and Colleen grasp it in a brief, affectionate handshake, then released. He cast one final look at Rebecca. “Again, congratulations, Becky. I wish you and Noble the best.”
Looking up at the man, Rebecca smiled. “Thank you, Keith.” Her eyes glistened and she dropped her gaze.
Keith stared at her a fraction longer then smiled at Colleen. “You lovely ladies have a wonderful day. Maybe I'll see you again sometime.”
“That would be nice.” Colleen offered sincerely. When the man walked away, she couldn't deny the twinge of sadness that jabbed at her heart. Though Rebecca had only been sixteen when she and Keith had dated, Colleen had been certain they were destined to be together always. She'd never seen her daughter so in love, not before...or since.
Not even with Noble. Another level of sadness gripped her. Colleen loved Noble. He was one of the sweetest men she had ever met. And she knew Becca's love for him was genuine. But her daughter had never looked at Noble the way she used to look at Keith – or the way she had just looked at the man now.
When Rebecca excused herself to go to the restroom, discreetly dabbing at her eyes, Colleen couldn't deny two realities staring her in the face.
Rebecca was still in love with Keith Bradly.
And in inquiring about Mason – Keith had been careful not to mention Jonah.
The man's surrender resonated in his eyes. Jonah had him. If he so chose, he could take him now, walk him into the bedroom, lay him down and do as he pleased, not stopping till they both passed out from sheer exhaustion. And, God knew, there was nothing he wanted more at this moment.
But as much as Noble's body might want it as well – his mind, and spirit, wasn't ready yet. To go too far, too soon could well cause Noble more harm than good. The man's flesh was weak with years of resisting his nature. His flesh wanted Jonah to take control, and push him across that line. But the desires of the flesh had a way of clouding the mind – but only for as long as the pleasures were present. The instant they were over, passions satisfied...the haze would clear and the mind would take over once more. And bring with it the assault of guilt and shame and self loathing.
Noble wasn't ready. A reality Jonah had to consistently remind himself of. It would be too easy to let those two fingertips on Noble's chin shift to his full hand cupping the back of the man's head, drawing him in to a mutually desired kiss. A kiss that would take them the rest of the way.
A tremor shuddered through Jonah's body and he fought the heat trying to consume him. He drew his fingertips away from Noble's face, certain if he continued to touch the man even that little bit, he might lose control of what sense of realty he still possessed.
Maybe you're wrong. Maybe he does need a little 'affection' – just a little – to show him what he's missing, what he's really denying himself.
Jonah mentally shook the thought from his mind. You're just horny, knock it off! Noble needs you thinking with the right head.
“Will you stay?” Jonah asked again when the man didn't respond, simply stared at him like a drowning man searching desperately for a life preserver – and unsure if Jonah was it, or if he was the shark circling in the water. “Have breakfast with me.” He glanced at the wall clock. “Or brunch.” He smiled and shrugged. “Whatever. We'll eat and you can call it what you want.”
Swallowing thickly, Noble slowly nodded, though no verbal acceptance of Jonah's invitation made it to his lips. Jonah motioned to the kitchen island around which tall, padded, low backed stools were arranged.
“Sit.” Jonah said and Noble took a seat on one of the stools. Jonah smiled and gave him a mock bow. “I shall serve you whatever your palate desires, my good sir.”
Noble pressed his lips tight – and smiled.
Chuckling softly, Jonah moved around to the opposite side of the island. “So what do you think?” he asked. “Is it still early enough for breakfast foods?”
Noble shrugged. “Yeah...I guess.”
“You guess?” Jonah mused. “Come on now, you gotta give me more concrete answers than I guess.” He smiled and winked. “I'm horrible at making decisions. We could be here all day, then we would just have to settle for dinner.”
The idea of Noble still being there at dinner time tickled the inner wall of Jonah's naval. And present for breakfast in the morning...even better. Jonah groaned inwardly. If only.
A scene from the typical romantic movie dinner crept up in Noble's mind; candle light, wine or champagne in crystal glasses, a delicately prepared meal on a beautifully decorated table.
Good Lord, you really should've been a girl.
Noble rubbed his eyes then watched Jonah mix up a bowl of pancake batter. The man looked perfectly at home in the kitchen. What would it be like to see Jonah across the breakfast table every morning? Wake up each day laying next to him in bed-
Jonah was gazing at him. Noble glanced away, his cheeks warming. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he control his thoughts? More disturbing – why had he stayed?
“So?” Jonah raised an eyebrow.
“Blueberry, strawberry or banana?”
Noble stared at him, brow pinched in a puzzled frown. “What?”
“What flavor of pancakes do you prefer?”
“Oh. Uh...” Noble shrugged. “Any of them are fine. Whatever your preference.”
Jonah groaned, then smiled. “Concrete answers, remember? Choose.”
Jonah winked. “Ah, my favorite.” He went to the refrigerator and took out a small container of fresh blueberries.
“If that's your favorite,” Noble wondered. “Why didn't you just choose them yourself?”
Chuckling, Jonah shrugged and dumped some of the blueberries into the batter. “Well, I like input.” He smiled. “Interaction. It isn't nice of you to make me work so hard for yours.”
Noble smiled and ducked his head a bit. He wanted to keep his guard up, keep Jonah at a safe distance, outside the barrier he struggled to maintain between himself and the other man – but Jonah had an infectious personality and he knew how to use it.
“Sorry.” Noble murmured.
“Well, I suppose it's forgivable.” Jonah chuckled. “but I will expect a bit more participation from now on.”
Noble emitted a soft laugh despite himself. “Okay. Fair enough, I suppose.” It should trouble him how quickly at ease he was beginning to feel with Jonah, but in ways he didn't quite understand yet – he almost felt relieved being around the man. Jonah was the only one who really knew who – what – he was. He didn't have to put on a front, pretend to be someone he wasn't. Even if he would do well to remain guarded, he didn't have to hide. He'd tried telling Jonah he wasn't like him, even went as far as insisting he wasn't gay. Even now, his mind resisted it, drew back from that one single word that changed everything. But his body refused to allow him to deny it entirely.
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. God sure understood mankind when he wrote that bestselling book.
Jonah spooned batter onto an electric griddle then laid out strips of bacon in a frying pan on the stove. He retrieved a bottle of syrup from the refrigerator.
“You're spared from having to choose a syrup.” Jonah smiled and set the bottle on the counter. “Maple is all I have.”
“Well...it's what I would have chosen anyway.” Noble admitted.
A soft, pleasant chuckle pushed up Jonah's throat. His beautiful eyes glowed when he looked at Noble. Though the man controlled what came out of his mouth, his eyes spoke volumes. Things Noble knew he shouldn't be listening to, but couldn't seem to help hanging off every unspoken word resonating out of the man.
“We favor the same syrup.” Jonah winked. “It's a start.”
A start. Start of what? An uncertain smile crept tentatively across his lips. Don't be naïve, what do you think he means? Noble resisted the thought, though he had to consider; what if it was all a ploy? Was Jonah playing friends to get him to lower his defenses?
What defenses? The man can have you anytime he wants, and you both know it.
By the time Jonah set a plate of pancakes and bacon before him, Noble's stomach was twisted back into a tight knot. For a brief moment there, he had been comfortable with Jonah and, for the most part, at ease. He hadn't known how good it could feel to just relax with someone and not feel like you had to constantly be careful to conceal some dark part of who you were.
“Coffee or OJ?”
Noble looked up at the man. “Either-” he started, then shifted quick and told him, “Coffee is fine.”
“Black.” Noble said quietly. He stared at the plate of food and wondered if he could even get one bite down. He suddenly found himself pissed at his own thoughts for ruining the light moment that had been developing between him and Jonah. It startled him how much he wanted it back.
“I expect you to clean your plate.” Jonah grinned and took a seat on a stool. Only one empty stool stood between them. The man wasn't crowding him, he wasn't pushing – just casually digging in to his own breakfast.
“Something tells me you haven't been eating too well these last few days.” Jonah said, then pointed at Noble's plate with the tip of his fork. “So I want you to eat all of that. Don't need you losing weight or getting sick. Got to stay a strong, healthy man.”
“Yeah.” Noble murmured and cut a bite out of a pancake, speared it with his fork but hesitated bringing it to his mouth. What if his nervous stomach rejected the food?
“Don't look so afraid to eat my cooking.” Jonah chuckled, picking up a piece of bacon. “I swear, I didn't slip in any poison. What would be my motive?” He consumed the bacon before adding, “This world has a shortage of perfect men. Would be rather foolish of me to scrub one of them out, now wouldn't it?”
Noble pressed his lips tight, a low burning heat passing through him. “I don't think I qualify as one of the perfect men.” He poked at his food then finally took a bite. Even with his stomach in a knot, the food was good.
“Everyone is perfect to someone.” Jonah's low, sincere voice drew Noble's gaze. The man was staring at him, though not with an intensity that might put him on edge, but a soft look that had the effect of a warm blanket wrapping around a chilled body on a cold night.
Noble's heart grew heavy and slowly sank to the bottom of his chest. Please don't look at me that way. I can't be that man. He turned away and nodded. “I suppose.” he whispered and toyed with another bite of pancake. He felt about as far from perfect as a man could get.
“Noble.” Jonah set down his fork. Noble hesitated then met his stare. “Relax, okay? I'm not trying to...lull you into a false sense of security.” He smiled, warm and genuine. “I want us to be friends. You said you liked me.” He lifted one eyebrow slowly and Noble's heart stuttered. “Was that the truth?”
Noble swallowed tightly, then nodded. “Yes.” he rasped.
His answer strengthened Jonah's smile. “Well, I like you too. So let's be friends.” He winked softly. “Becca can just deal. You don't pick her friends for her, do you?”
“No.” Noble murmured. “Of course not.”
“Exactly.” Jonah stretched out his hand. “So? Friends?”
Noble stared at his hand a moment before grasping it lightly. “Yeah.” he said thickly as Jonah's fingers tightened gently. “Friends.”
You're out of your mind. There's no way in hell you can be just friends with this man.
“You know, the meal was free. You don't have to wash the breakfast dishes.”
Jonah leaned against the crook of the counter near the kitchen sink. A stream of hot water ran from the faucet while Noble squeezed a few drops of dish soap on a sponge and began scrubbing the breakfast plates.
Shrugging, Noble said, “Habit, I guess.” He rinsed the plate and placed it in the dish rack and picked up the other to wash.
“You can leave them.” Jonah told him. “I'll get to them later.” He couldn't deny that it gave him a funny, tickling sensation in his stomach and chest to see Noble casually performing domestic chores in his kitchen...as if he belonged there.
“I've found that it makes for less work later if you just do something when you think about it.” Noble glanced at Jonah. “Rather than procrastinating.” He grabbed a dish towel and handed it to Jonah, then smiled. “I wash, you get to dry.”
Jonah chuckled and took the towel, lifting the plate from the rack as Noble added the second freshly washed dish. “Fair enough.” He wiped the plate dry and put it up in the cupboard and grabbed the next as Noble washed the silverware then the cups.
When the few dishes were dried and put away, Noble rinsed out the sink then turned off the water. Jonah continued to lean against the counter and watch him as he dried his hands.
“So, that's a good philosophy.” Jonah smiled.
“What?” Setting aside the hand towel, Noble looked at him.
“The whole – do it while you're thinking of it thing.”
Noble stared at him a moment, and Jonah detected a slight increase in the man's breathing. “It is.”
Jonah gripped the edge of the counter and pushed up off it slowly. Noble stood just a foot or two away, and Jonah gazed down at him. “So according to your logic.” he said low. “If I was thinking about something...right now...I should just...do it?” His lips rubbed together slowly and Noble's eyes locked onto his mouth. “I mean, I wouldn't want to start procrastinating.”
The slight working of Noble's throat sent tiny fiery arrows shooting all through Jonah's body. Noble swallowed with effort. “It's a...bad habit...to fall into.” he spoke so low it was nearly a whisper, his voice thick and raspy.
Jonah leaned down a bit closer. Noble's warm breath shuddered from between his parted lips and he continued to watch Jonah's mouth. “Well, I already have far too many bad habits.” Jonah murmured. “I sure don't need to add another.”
“No...” Noble breathed unevenly, and Jonah wasn't certain if the man was agreeing with him...or telling him 'no, don't do this'. But the kiss was right there, ripe for the picking. He could almost taste its sweetness already, causing him to salivate.
You just established a friendship with the man – are you seriously going to jeopardize it so soon?
Jonah groaned inwardly and cursed that tiny, annoying voice of reason that never seemed to shut up. “Come on.” he sighed and drew back slowly, reluctantly. “I want to show you something.”
A shudder passed through Noble – whether of relief, or disappointment, Jonah couldn't be sure. The man stood unmoving when Jonah stepped away, his hand gripped the edge of the sink as if he needed it for support. He looked at Jonah with uncertainty.
Jonah chuckled lightly. “Don't worry.” he said. “What I want to show you...” He winked. “Won't make you blush.” When Noble glanced away, his cheeks warming with a pinkish hue, Jonah laughed softly. “Or maybe it will.”
Ducking his head a bit, Noble glanced towards the sink, away from Jonah. Good god, baby, you are so damn cute when you're embarrassed. Then again, when wasn't Noble Richman so damn cute?
Emitting another soft laugh, Jonah reached out and touched Noble's arm, then motioned with his head towards the kitchen doorway. “Come on. There really is something I want to show you.”
Noble sat the edge of the sofa cushion and opened the leather photo album Jonah had set on the coffee table before him. The man sat down beside him, his body nearly touching Noble's. It was possibly his imagination, but it seemed he could feel Jonah's bodily heat wafting against him in soft, dizzying waves.
His stomach quivered when Jonah reached across his arm to the album and touched a photo of a large elegant building. “This is an exterior shot of my gallery in upstate New York.” He turned the page and indicated another collection of photos. “And some interior shots.”
Jonah withdrew his hand and it glided lightly across Noble's forearm, whether intentionally or not, Noble couldn't say, but even the slightest touch from the man set off fireworks inside him. He forced his breath to remain even as his pulsed raced wildly.
“Wow.” Noble was genuinely impressed. “When Mason said you had an art gallery, I was thinking...well, something much smaller.” He leaned forward a little and studied the pictures of the expansive gallery with a myriad of framed paintings covering the walls. “Are all these...” he looked at Jonah. “Your work?”
Jonah leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Most of them.” He nodded. “But I do showcase art by other selective artists if I like their work.” A mischievous smile slid across his lips and his violet eyes sparkled. “Which reminds me. I want to see some of your work.”
Groaning, Noble grinned and shook his head as he turned the next page in the album. “No. It isn't good.” His eyebrows lifted slightly when he found himself staring at an 8x10 photo art print of a fantasy setting. “Did you paint...” He glanced at Jonah again, unable to hide the awe on his face.
“Yeah.” Jonah smiled, seemingly thoroughly pleased that Noble found his work so awe inspiring.
“Wow, it's...” He shook his head, searching for the right words as he turned another page and was met with more examples of the man's incredible talent. “These are...amazing. Your talent is...to be envied.” he laughed softly. “And I do, envy it. It isn't fair that one person should be allowed to hoard so much talent just within themselves.”
Jonah chuckled. “Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.”
“Yes. Do.” Noble nodded, smiling. “Definitely a compliment. I mean...wow...you're so good.”
“Thank you.” Jonah spoke more softly, genuinely. “That means a lot...coming from you.”
The softness of his voice was like a feather tickling Noble's skin, causing it to prickle and tingle. The weight of the man's gaze pushed his heart to beat faster, harder. He cleared his throat and asked quietly, “When do you have to...go back?”
“Trying to get rid of me already?” Jonah murmured.
“What?” Noble looked at him quick. “No. I was just...”
Jonah laughed. “I'm just playing.” His eyes shone with humor. “You're way too serious for your own good.”
“Oh...sorry.” Noble smiled anxiously.
Jonah sighed. “I need to head back up there this coming weekend.”
Noble's gut twisted. This weekend? Just four or five more days. Nausea simmered. “This...weekend?” he murmured, not looking at the man. Why did the thought of Jonah going away make him feel so...empty inside? In all truth, wouldn't it be better if the man was gone?
“Yeah.” Jonah said, then nudged Noble's shoulder with his own and grinned. “But no worries...I'll be back.”
“I wasn't worried.” Noble lied, smiling, a quiet exhilaration swelling up inside him. Jonah wasn't going away to stay.
“So you wouldn't miss me?” Jonah posed. “Now I'm hurt.”
“Whatever.” Noble chuckled and pressed his lips tight as he turned another page then stared at the next picture. He bit his lip then grinned. “A, uh...self portrait?”
“Huh?” Jonah glanced down at the print of a gladiator decked out in armor and sword, standing gallantly on a battlefield – and wearing Jonah's face. “Oh shit.” he laughed. “I forgot that was in there. You don't need to look at that.” He reached past Noble and quickly shut the album. “Enough browsing for one day.”
“No.” Noble laughed and tried to open it again, but Jonah held it closed. “I want to look at it.” Then added teasingly, “You look so valiant.”
“Fuck.” Jonah chuckled and grabbed up the album. “I was half drunk and had just watched the movie Gladiator. I was feeling particularly manly. So sue me.”
Noble laughed again and snatched the album from his hands, quickly opening it once more. “I like it.”
“Don't look at it again.” Jonah groaned and fought Noble's shewing hands for possession of the album.
“I want it.” Noble laughed. “How much does it cost?”
“It isn't for sale.” Jonah growled, his face sliced with a grin. He tried for the album again but Noble grabbed it off the table and hugged it to his body, turning his back to Jonah.
“Then let me have the print.” he grinned. “This is too good to pass up.”
“No!” Jonah laughed. “That thing is not going to see the light of day.”
About time Jonah reached around Noble with both arms to pry the album free, Noble realized his mistake. The heat of the man's body burned into his back, his breath hot on Noble's neck as he laughed and grabbed at Noble's hands and arms.
They both stopped struggling almost simultaneously and Jonah's heart beat like a freight train against Noble's shoulder blade. His breath grew uneven and his warm lips hovered too close to Noble's neck. His hands slid off Noble's arms and drew back just enough to gently grip Noble's waist.
“Come with me.” Jonah whispered against his ear, his breath so warm, causing Noble's eyelids to flutter just a little and his heart to scream and kick at his ribs like a child having a tantrum. “Come with me to New York this weekend. I'll show you my...gallery. It's so much more...impressive when you see it with your own eyes.”
Noble trembled and let the album slip from his arms onto the sofa. Go to New York? With Jonah? Alone? His mind reeled and suddenly he could think of nothing he wanted more than to spend a weekend alone with Jonah Harrington. But the possibility was no more realistic than his fantasy from yesterday.
His body pressed back against Jonah's solid chest before he realized he was sinking into the man's embrace. Jonah's hands crept around his stomach and his arms tightened just a little as his lips touched the sensitive skin just below Noble's ear and his two pinky fingers teased the snap of Noble's pants.
“Please?” He murmured. “It's such a long drive to make alone. I promise...” He planted a soft kiss on Noble's skin. “You'll have...” He leaned forward and let his lips hover at corner of Noble's mouth. “...the time of your life.”
Without thinking – unable to think – Noble covered Jonah's hands with his own and turned his head a fraction. “I can't...go.” he trembled, his lips lightly brushing Jonah's mouth, wondering where those words came from and knowing full well if Jonah so chose – he could walk him out the door right this minute and drive him to the other side of the world and Noble wouldn't resist.
Jonah shifted Noble's body so he was laying back against the sofa. His fingers played with the top buttons of Noble's shirt as he caressed his lips across his cheek and found Noble's mouth again. “You can...if you want to.” he whispered and tugged ever so lightly at Noble's bottom lip, causing a soft whimper to slide up his throat. Jonah slowly worked loose a single button at the top of Noble's shirt.
“Jonah...” His body shook and his mind careened like a roller coaster.
“Shhh.” Jonah pressed his lips soft against Noble's mouth, leaving the sweetest kiss Noble had ever tasted. “Tell me this isn't why you came here today?”
Noble gazed at him, eyes hazy, heart running wild in his chest, body in flames. “I can't.”
“Why?” Jonah breathed so soft and low, and rubbed his lips gently across Noble's mouth. “Why can't you tell me that?”
Heat consumed Noble and his eyes began to close. “Because...it's a sin to lie.” he moaned, then kissed the man.
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Book / Erotica
Book / Gay and Lesbian
Short Story / Gay and Lesbian