Made To Be Broken

Made To Be Broken

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian


Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian


At age 14, Noble Richmond becomes devastatingly aware that he is gay. Being raised in a Christian home and church, Noble believes that being gay is a sin, and desperately seeks God's healing and deliverance – telling no one of his secret. Now, nine years later, Noble is engaged to a Christian girl, Rebecca, who he believes he is genuinely in love with. Convinced that God has answered his prayers and delivered him from the sin of homosexuality, Noble sees his future with Rebecca as bright and promising. But when Rebecca's step-brother, Jonah, shows up at their engagement party – Noble is forced to question his deliverance and finds himself struggling with emotions and desires he insists is not natural for one man to feel for another.


At age 14, Noble Richmond becomes devastatingly aware that he is gay. Being raised in a Christian home and church, Noble believes that being gay is a sin, and desperately seeks God's healing and deliverance – telling no one of his secret. Now, nine years later, Noble is engaged to a Christian girl, Rebecca, who he believes he is genuinely in love with. Convinced that God has answered his prayers and delivered him from the sin of homosexuality, Noble sees his future with Rebecca as bright and promising. But when Rebecca's step-brother, Jonah, shows up at their engagement party – Noble is forced to question his deliverance and finds himself struggling with emotions and desires he insists is not natural for one man to feel for another.

Chapter36 (v.1) - A Touch Of Love

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Submitted: March 29, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 29, 2014



A Touch Of Love


“And it's like, every time I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down and
Where it lands is where it should
This time it's like
The two of us should probably start to fight
Coz something's gotta go wrong
Coz I'm feeling way too damn good.”


- Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good,  NICKELBACK




“I would put you in my bed,” Jonah grinned and pulled back the blankets of the bed in the guest room downstairs. “But that’s a lot of stairs to scale. So,” He helped Noble sit down then dropped to one knee and began removing his shoes. “This will have to do for now.” He set his shoes aside then peeled off his socks and caressed his feet, playing with his toes.

Noble smiled, tugged his feet away. “Stop. That tickles. And it hurts to laugh.”

“All right, I’ll stop, if I must.” Jonah groaned and rose up straighter on his knees and kissed Noble’s mouth. “I love you.” He tugged at his lips. “You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

“Maybe just a little.” Noble grinned and pushed his forehead against Jonah’s brow. “You may have to refresh my memory.”

Oh god, baby, you’re such a tease. Jonah groaned inwardly. Don’t ever stop. “I thought all I could do was look at you?”

His lips pressed tight, Noble smiled. “Well…you said you knew how to play careful.” He kissed him between the eyes. “I trust you to be gentle.”

Jonah sighed, “Thank god I fell in love with a guy as horny as me.”

Nudging his shoulder, Noble laughed, then winced a little. “I didn’t say I was…” he moaned and shoved his face against Jonah’s neck. “Shut up.”

“Why, baby?” Jonah grinned and wrapped his arms around him, careful not to squeeze too tight. “That’s a good thing.”

“I thought you were going to put me to bed.” Noble raised an eyebrow.

Drawing back, Jonah slid his fingertips around under the waist of Noble’s pants to the snap at the front. “My pleasure.” The guy’s stomach quivered against his knuckles as he slowly unfastened the button and dragged down the zipper. His own breath quickened right along with Noble’s, his mouth close to his lips. “We were supposed to make love last night.” He whispered, touching his lips softly to Noble’s mouth without actually kissing him. “You remember?”

Noble swallowed thickly, and nodded. “Yeah.” He breathed unsteadily as Jonah’s fingertips traced over his hardening member through the crotch of his pants.

“Guess we’ll have to reschedule.” Jonah kissed him lightly, his entire being aching to make love to the man, but fully aware of his limited options at the moment. He cleared his throat and drew back then stood up. “Lay down, let me get these things off you. You can’t rest properly with pants on.”

“That’s an original line.” Noble smirked and took care in laying back against the pillows.

Jonah laughed low and shrugged as he carefully dragged the man’s pants off his hips, leaving his briefs in place. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

“Appears to be.”

The pants slid easily down his legs and off his feet. Jonah folded them and laid them over the back of the chair where Noble had dropped his jacket when they’d entered the room. The guest room had bittersweet memories for Jonah. On that very bed, Noble had surrendered to him for the very first time, for a fleeting moment thrown off his chains and let himself be who he truly was. But now that he was back here again, there would only be sweet – no bitter. The boy might appear broken to the naked eye, but he was more whole now than he had ever been in his entire life.




“How is Noble doing?”

Mason jumped a little at the sudden voice behind him. He turned away from the coffee maker and looked at the young woman standing anxiously in the kitchen doorway. “He’s going to be fine.” Mason assured softly. “He will heal in no time.”

“If he…needs anything.” Rebecca said quietly. “Just let me know. I’ll do whatever I can.”

“Thank you, hon.” Mason finished with his cup of coffee then sat at the table. “But I think Jonah’s got it covered.” He realized his words probably stung the girl, but it was way past time to stop walking softly around this subject. She couldn’t face it head on if everyone minced words and tried to veil the reality that Noble and Jonah were together now. He nodded at an empty chair. “Sit down, Rebecca.”

She hesitated then took a seat.

“Do you want some coffee?” Mason asked.

“Yeah…sure.” She murmured.

Mason stood up and grabbed another cup and filled it, then set it on the table before her. She told him ‘thank you’ then picked it up and sipped the hot liquid, her eyes gazing blankly at the table. Mason couldn’t deny that quite recently he’d been very upset, even disappointed, in his daughter and her attitudes and treatment of both Noble and Jonah. But reality was punishing her enough, and he didn’t feel the need to compound it. She was still his daughter, and it hurt him to see her hurting. He wanted all his kids settled and happy.

“Rebecca.” Mason started slow, needing to say this right. He didn’t want to give the impression he agreed with her recent behavior, but neither did he want her to feel that he was cutting her out of his heart. She needed his understanding and compassion, just as Jonah had any time he’d made mistakes in his life. “Sis, I want you to do something for me.” He reached over and took her hand. “I want you to stop blaming yourself for what happened to Noble.”

Her lips tightened as tears welled up. “But it is my fault.” She whispered. “Jonah was right, if I’d just listened to Noble…this wouldn’t have happened.”

“When it comes to men like Alan Richman,” Mason said. “Things like this…are inevitable. It isn’t a matter of if it’s going to happen again, but when. It wouldn’t have mattered, the moment he found out about Noble, he would have still came here, still…done these things to his son.” He squeezed her hand. “You were misguided about his parents, but I believe you thought you were doing what was best for him. And I know you think that I didn’t see what you were going through as well, but I did. You didn’t know what his parents were like. I didn’t know. That was something…Noble kept buried deep.”

She set her cup down and wiped at her eyes. “I don’t know…what to do now.” She whispered. “All my plans were tied in to mine and Noble’s marriage. We were…going to start a family, get a little place out of town, maybe even get a dog. He wanted to finish his classes, get a degree in art, maybe start a career in graphic design.” She ducked her head as tears slid down her face. “I get it now, that…he would have never really been happy in that life…not with me.” She swallowed thickly and shrugged. “But do you think…he ever really planned on any of that? Or was he just…placating me?”

“Rebecca.” Mason said softly. “Those plans were as real to Noble as they were to you. He wasn’t hiding anything from you. I think that he felt like you were…his saving grace. The one woman who could help him be the man he was taught he was supposed to be. He believed he could be the husband you needed and wanted. He wasn’t trying to deceive you, sweetheart. But he was deceiving himself.”

“How do I…move on, dad?” She bit her lip as her chin began to tremble. “Where do I go…what do I do? All my plans…and dreams…they left with Noble.”

Mason covered her hand with both of his. “Maybe they’re still there…but they were just never meant to be fulfilled with Noble.”

“Then who, dad?” she choked softly. “There is no one else. And I don’t…I don’t even want to look. Not for a long time anyway.” She licked her lips and stared at the table, voice lowering. “I guess I’m getting what I deserve. After the way I’ve treated Jonah all this time…I suppose its poetic justice that he ended up with my fiancé.” Fresh tears formed as she whispered, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, sayeth the Lord.” She sniffed and wiped at her face. “Guess I should have paid closer attention and taken Him at His word.”

Shaking his head, Mason smiled, “I don’t think God is taking vengeance on you, sis. It’s just that, sometimes…he has to take us down to our foundations before he can build us back up again, even better than before.” He lifted her hand and kissed it softly. “God loves you, Rebecca. Every bit as much as he loves any of the rest of us. I’ve been around for a little while – just a little, mind you – and I’ve witnessed the truth of that statement, God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.” He reached over and wiped the tears from her cheek. “I know that right now everything feels like it’s in chaos, and you feel lost. But God, he is our calm at the center of every storm. And he will take you through this. He’s a master at working behind the scenes. To us, things can look so broken and in disarray, like a puzzle scattered across a table. But he knows where each and every piece goes.” He chuckled softly. “We’re like the little kid who tries to force pieces in where they don’t belong. And like that child, we need help figuring out how to put the puzzle together properly. But we have to be patient, and trust that he knows what he’s doing.”

Rebecca wiped at her eyes and released a slow breath. “Thank you.” She whispered, then smiled. “You’re an amazing dad, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told recently.” He laughed softly and squeezed her hand. “And contrary to your own popular belief…you’re an amazing daughter too.” He gazed at her, then asked quietly, “Why did you put up your wedding money for Jonah’s bail? I would have gotten him out, and you could have used that money for other things.”

Shrugging, Rebecca’s eyes glazed with fresh tears. “Noble needs him, especially now. And…he didn’t deserve to be in there. What he did to Alan…” Her lips tightened and she whispered, “I wish I could have done. He’s like…Noble’s hero. I could see it Noble’s eyes.” She looked at Mason, tears thickening. “They’re really in love…aren’t they?”

Mason nodded slowly, “Yeah. They are.”

“Why couldn’t I see it before?” she whispered.

“Maybe it’s like you said,” he offered gently, “All your plans and dreams were embodied in your upcoming marriage to Noble. It’s understandable that you would cling to that, do everything in your power to preserve it. You didn’t want to see…because it would mean you would have to let go and start over fresh. And that’s always a scary thing.”

“Do…do you think it’s…okay for people to be gay?” She lowered her eyes. “I’ve only ever looked at it from one perspective. I’ve never…seen it up close. I didn’t know it could be…beautiful.”

Mason smiled, his throat knotting. “I think God creates each of us as He sees fit. And I don’t believe he would fashion someone’s heart to love a certain way…and then condemn them when they follow their heart. God isn’t unjust. He is the very source of love, and love is too big to be contained in one single mold.”

Rebecca squeezed his hand. “How did you get so wise?”

Chuckling, Mason admitted, “Through much trial and error. Make enough mistakes…you start figuring things out.”

“I see.” Rebecca left the table and grabbed a piece of paper towel off the roll and wiped her face. “In that case, I should be a freaking Zen master by now.”

“Shit.” Mason laughed and stood. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged tight. “You’re kind of a funny girl when you want to be, you know that?”

She smiled and hugged him back then drew away and wiped her eyes again. She started to speak when the doorbell rang. “Want me to get that?” she asked.

“I got it.” he touched her arm then left the kitchen and walked to the entry hall and opened the door. His gut knotted when he found himself standing face to face with Tessa Richman. He took a slow, calculated breath. “What can I do for you, Tessa?”

“You can let your son know there is a restraining order placed on him, and he will be hearing from our attorney.” She gazed at Mason with dull, haughty eyes. How exactly did she expect him to respond? In fear and shock? He already knew this was coming.

“Note taken.” Mason nodded, started to step back and close the door, then paused, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “By the way, Tessa. I should inform you that both you and Alan will be hearing from Noble’s attorney. He isn’t afraid of you anymore, and he is ready to testify.”

“Afraid of…” Tessa’s face tightened as she adopted a defensive tone. “Noble has no cause to be afraid of his own parents.”

“No cause?” Mason cocked an eyebrow. “So…a few broken ribs and various other injuries that landed him in the hospital is no cause?

“Dad?” Rebecca approached from behind. “Who is it…” She went silent when she saw Noble’s mother.

Tessa glanced at her but turned her attention back to Mason. “Sometimes a child requires tough love. God’s own word states ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child’.”

“God is speaking of discipline with a loving hand.” Mason said stiffly. Was she seriously trying to pass off abuse as tough love?

“Alan was doing what he deemed best for our son.” She spoke sharply. “Trying to save his soul-”

“Shut up.” Rebecca hissed suddenly, startling both Mason and Tessa. Tears burned her eyes. “You can honestly stand there and try to say what Alan did to Noble was for his own good?” Tears slid down her face. “You are not a fucking mother.”

Mason stared at his daughter, both proud and shocked.

The woman looked at Rebecca, stunned but refusing to back down. “I’m sure you will be a mother one day, Rebecca,” Tessa said. “So let me give you a little advice-”

“Fuck your advice.” Rebecca moved suddenly, unexpectedly, and nailed the woman in the face with her fist before Mason could even consider whether or not to stop her, knocking the woman on her ass. Rebecca shook out her hand, face tight, tears forming. “I hope Noble throws the fucking book at both of you!” She trembled, hand already swelling. “And just so you know, bitch…he isn’t your son anymore. He is a part of our family now. And he’s in love with my brother and no one gives a flying fuck if you like it or not. Good bye!”

Mason stepped back quick when Rebecca grabbed the door and slammed it hard. She rubbed her hand then looked at him, a hesitant smile on her lips, “That probably wasn’t very Christ-like, was it?”

Shaking his head, Mason laughed, “Probably not.” He winked. “But it was very Harrington-like.”





“Are you hungry?” Jonah asked and leaned down, kissing his mouth softly. “I can fix you something.”

Noble shook his head and smiled. “No. I’m fine.” He gazed into Jonah’s violet pools as the man hovered over him, hands resting on either side of his head, lips just a few bare inches away.

“Yes…you are.” Jonah grinned and kissed him once more.


“But what?” Jonah slid up one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth corking. Noble’s heart went a little crazy and threatened to jump up into his throat. “Anything. Whatever you need, baby.”

“Actually,” Noble cleared his throat when the word squeezed out in a rasp. “This shirt…is kind of uncomfortable. Maybe you could…help me take it off?”

Chuckling softly, Jonah brushed his mouth across Noble’s cheek. “Now who’s reeling out unique lines?”

“Huh?” Noble flashed him a mock innocent look. “Oh you thought…” he shook his head, lips tight to suppress his smile. “Boy, you have a one track mind. I don’t know why you would think-”

Jonah’s mouth covered his, stealing the words right off his lips. “Don’t even.” He groaned, grinning against his mouth. “I’ve got you pegged. You can’t fool me with that show of innocence.” He kissed him hungrily. “We both know you’re not innocent…or you won’t be for long, once you heal up.” He chuckled darkly.

“Maybe the others were right.” Noble murmured and traced his fingertips over the man’s face. “Maybe you are corrupting me.”

“And doing a damn fine job of it,” Jonah kissed him once, firm and quick. “If I do say so myself.”

Oh god, baby, corrupt away. His heart thumping hard at his chest wall, Noble slid his hands under the hem of Jonah’s shirt that hung loosely from the waist of his slacks, and rubbed his palms across his hard stomach then up over his chest, his thumbs massaging his stiff nipples.

The man’s chest heaved beneath his hands. “You’re playing with fire, baby.” He informed thickly.

“I thought I was playing with nipples.” Noble murmured, smirking.

“Shit.” Jonah ducked his head and laughed, then raised up and looked at him. “Same difference at this point.”

Noble rubbed his lips together and smiled, “I don’t mind the heat.” He squeezed Jonah’s pec muscles firmly and the man kissed him, his mouth lingering, deepening the kiss, his warm tongue slipping between Noble’s lips and exploring further. “Mmmm…” Noble pushed into the kiss, his body surging with sexual heat. A fierce throb pulsed in his crotch as he stiffened beneath the blankets. He broke out of the kiss, panting, heart racing wildly. “I thought…” he swallowed hard. “I thought you were going to help me take off this shirt.”

Smiling, eyes heavy with a stimulating combination of love and lust, Jonah rubbed his hand under Noble’s shirt, plucking the buttons loose from underneath as his knuckles raked against his skin, moving upward across his chest until the shirt was open. Jonah rubbed the fabric to the sides and kissed his chest, his soft, strong lips working up to his neck then his ear. Hot breath puffed out of him, slightly erratic. “Just so you know, baby…it’s killing me that I can’t make love to you.”

“It’s killing me too.” Noble trembled, throat tight, breath ragged.

Jonah rubbed his hand tenderly down over Noble’s bandaged ribs. “I wanted to kill that motherfucker for doing this to you – for real.”

“I know.” Noble covered his hand.

Twisting around, Jonah touched his lips to Noble’s firm stomach, mottled with bruises. “If he ever tries something like this again.” He said tightly, tears present. “I won’t stop until he’s in the ground.” He sat up and looked at Noble, then brushed his fingertips through the short hair at his temples. “But I’m fairly confident he won’t try it again.”

Noble smiled, “Me too.” He rubbed his fingertips over Jonah’s bruised knuckles. “I think you taught that lesson well enough first time around.” He kissed his palm. “I don’t like it when you fight…but I do have say – you are so sexy when you’re righteously pissed.”

Laughing softly, Jonah kissed him. “I feel sexy when I’m righteously pissed.” He grinned.

“Shit.” Noble shoved at his arm and laughed, shaking his head. “Oh my god,” he winced when his ribs protested, then laughed again, whimpering at the same time. “Stop making me laugh. It hurts.”

“Sorry.” Jonah kissed him again. “No more laughing then. Just…” He kissed his neck and Noble drew in a deep breath as his lips worked against his skin. Every now and then, his warm, wet tongue making contact, teeth nipping here and there.

Noble moaned and shoved his fingers into his hair, the throb in his crotch renewing in strength. His hips shifted a little in response, legs parting somewhat as his erection swelled fast. Reading his body language, Jonah slipped his hand under the blanket and began to massage Noble through his briefs. “Fuck…” he gasped and pushed his hardness into the man’s palm. His heart raced and pounded as Jonah used his whole hand and every finger to work him into a near frenzy. His head dropped back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as his breath burst from his lips, static, uneven. “Oh fuck…” His hand covered Jonah’s and gripped as the man massaged him more firmly. “Uuhhh. Jonah…

Teeth grabbed at his throat and Jonah slipped his hand under the band of Noble’s briefs, touching raw, hard flesh. Noble trembled and rubbed his hand up Jonah’s arm, feeling the muscles shift and flex beneath his skin as he massaged his throbbing cock, his fingers reaching lower to tease his tightening balls.

His body longed to arch and move against his touch, but when it tried, his injuries screamed in protest.

“Fuck, baby,” Jonah panted against his throat. “You feel so good.” He leaned back and looked down into Noble’s face as he sat beside him on the edge of the bed just rubbing him beautifully.

Noble’s eyes were heavy as he gazed up at the man, occasionally squinting when he touched him a certain way that felt extra good. His lower lip pinched between his teeth, his breath pushing out around it in short puffs.

“That look on your face,” Jonah murmured, leaning down and kissing his mouth. “Is so fucking sexy.” He drew back and stood up, causing Noble to whimper a bit when his hand pulled away. He folded the blanket off Noble’s lower half then gently removed his briefs.

His pulse spiking, Noble watched the man peel away one piece of clothing after another until the only thing separating him from Jonah’s nude, god-like body was thin air and a few feet of open floor space.


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