Chapter 6: Morning After Regret

Chapter 6: Morning After Regret

Sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds of Noah’s apartment, casting warm golden stripes across his king-sized bed. He woke up with a low groan, head slightly throbbing from the drinks from the night before. But the headache was nothing compared to the storm raging inside his chest and the persistent ache between his legs. He kept thinking about the kiss, it was haunting him at this point.

He could still feel the way Zach had slammed him against the cold metal lockers, the raw desperation in his mouth, the aggressive way his tongue had claimed him. The heavy, thick press of Zach’s hard cock grinding against his thigh, OMG!… his moan…the way Noah had moaned into his mouth like he was so starving for it.

“Fuck…” Noah whispered, as he rubbed his forehead with his head tilted back.

His body had betrayed him completely by still wanting Zach. Even now lying in bed, his cock was rock hard and throbbing against his stomach just by thinking about it. He could still remember how Zach tasted, like whiskey, sweat, and pure masculine dominance.

His hole clenched involuntarily at the thought of what could have happened if Zach hadn’t pulled away the moment he did.

He’s your best friend... Your safe place… remember? This is going to ruin everything we have, every fucking thing we had built together.

Noah sat up slowly, heart racing so fast. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand where he kept it and there was already a text from Zach, sent twenty minutes ago.

Zach: Morning. Hope you are okay? Want to get food at our usual place later?

It sounded so casual and normal, like Zach hadn't pinned him, kissed him senseless and left him aching and hard against the lockers.

Noah stared at the message for a long time, thumb hovering over his keyboard contemplating on what to reply back. His cock twitched again, a bead of precum sliding down his shaft, warm and slick against his skin. He typed back with slightly shaky fingers.

Noah: Yes, I am fine, I will see you there by one in the afternoon.

Noah put the phone down and got in the shower to calm himself down but the cold water did not help calm his joystick, the only way was to touch himself till he cums while thinking about his motherfucking best friend and when he finished, he felt guilty like he committed a sacrilege or something.

They met at a quiet café that had an outdoor spot near a river. Zach was already there when Noah arrived, he wore a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his powerful chest and shoulders and dark jeans that sat dangerously low on his hips. He looked as devastatingly handsome as always.

“Heyyy,” Zach greeted, he stood up and gave Noah a quick but firm hug. His large hand lingered a little too possessively on Noah’s lower back a bit longer than supposed. “Did you sleep well?”

Noah forced a smile as they sat down across from each other. “Yeahh… what about you?”

Zach shrugged, his jaw tight and his face looked a bit tensed

“Ummm… not really.”

The atmosphere between them was painfully awkward, yet thick with unspoken tension, they did not know what to talk about for the first time since they became friends. They were basically glancing at each other from time to time and every glance felt loaded, every accidental brush of their knees under the table sent sparks racing up Noah’s spine. The memory of last night’s kiss hung between them like a secret none of them dared to touch.

They tried to talk normally… they really tried, they started with Zach’s upcoming fights and Noah’s latest design project for a luxury client but it was hard, the air felt different than usual.

A young nice looking male waiter approached their table with their drinks, and he smiled brightly at Noah like he was trying to gain his attention and also pass a signal.

“Here you go,” the water said sweetly with a cute voice, setting Noah’s iced tea down first, he looked at Noah for a long time like he wanted to devour him up at the spot. “You look kinda familiar, have you been here before?”

Noah smiled politely. “A few times, yeah.”

The waiter’s grin widened, clearly showing he liked Noah. “Well, I’ll make sure to take extra good care of you today and any other time you come.”

Before Noah could say anything to him, Zach put his hand on Noah’s thigh under the table, squeezing it hard enough to make him gasp softly... Oh my… Zach really looked very pissed off and angry. He glared at the waiter like he wanted to shoot him down with his eyes… if only eyes could kill... The waiter, noticing Zach's mad and glaring expression, quickly walked away terrified.

Zach did not loosen his grip on Noah’s thigh, instead he held Noah’s leg very tight like letting go would warrant another man stealing him off at the spot, his thumb stroking Noah's leg slowly and possessively, inches away from Noah's already rising joystick.

“No one else gets to look at you like that,” Zach growled under his breath, voice low and dangerous. His intense blue eyes burned into Noah with raw, barely restrained possessiveness. “Not him nor anyone else.”

Noah’s breath caught sharply. Heat flooded his entire body, rushing straight to his cock, he was fully hard now under the table from feeling Zach’s touch on his thigh and hearing those possessive words that is already driving him crazy.

The air between them felt heated up.

And Noah had no idea how much longer they could keep pretending that nothing had changed.

Zach moves his hand higher and higher up Noah’s thigh while intensively staring at him like he was waiting for his reaction, his thumb almost touches the hard bulge in Noah’s pants before he clears his throat slowly. "We need to talk about last night," he says with a rough voice. "After lunch at my place."