All Chapters of Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: Exhausted Hearts The penthouse still smelled like new leather and the lilies the florist had dropped off that morning. Noah stood near the massive sectional, hands shoved in his pockets, watching Richard Hargrove walk the length of the room for the third time. The man’s shoes made soft clicks against the dark oak. Every lamp Noah had chosen was on, casting warm pools of light that caught on the brass fixtures and the low, modern coffee table. Mr Hargrove finally stopped in front of the floor to ceiling windows, hands on his hips as he took in the skyline. He was fifty three, with a low key presence that only comes from absolute financial stability, the quiet kind of wealth that didn’t need to prove anything… the man is fucking loaded… in other words. When he turned, he clapped a heavy hand on Noah’s shoulder. “Impressive work, Sinclair,” he said, giving the shoulder a firm squeeze. “You got it exactly right, just the way I envisioned it. Modern, warm and masculine.

Chapter 3: Twelve Years AgoThe bass from the cheap speakers vibrated through the crowded basement. Twelve years ago, nineteen years old Noah had felt completely out of place. He was skinny, shy, with messy dark curls falling into his eyes and glasses constantly sliding down his nose. He held onto his red plastic cup tightly, wishing he could just blend into the wall.He never liked parties. They were too loud, with too many people and was too easy to get picked on.“Hey, four-eyes! You gonna drink that or just stand there like a fucking loser?”​A group of drunk guys were laughing at him. Noah’s stomach twisted. He turned to leave, but one of them grabbed his shoulder hard and rough.“Where do you think you’re going?”​Before Noah could answer or even react, a deep voice cut through the noise.“Get your fucking hands off him.”​Zach stepped forward. He was twenty at the time, already tall and broad like a fighter, with sharp blue eyes and an aura that screams danger. His black hair w

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined EverythingThe gym was loud and active.Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations.Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks nowZach’s eyes found him across the room, he grinned that devastating, cocky smile and beckoned Noah over with two fingers.“Come here, you.”Noah barely had time to set his drink down before Zach pulled him into a tight crushing hug, lifting him slightly off the ground. Their bodies pressed together, hot and soli

Chapter 7: Avoidance GameNoah threw himself into work like a man desperately running from a wildfire he knew would eventually catch up with him.He buried himself in his latest high-end project, a luxury penthouse redesign for a demanding tech billionaire. He spent hours hunched over his large drafting table in his home office, sketching detailed layouts, selecting premium fabrics, adjusting mood boards, and revising lighting plans. He did anything and everything as long as it kept his mind off the memory of Zach’s powerful body slamming against him in the locker room, the way Zach had hungrily claimed his mouth and ground that thick, hard cock against him.But no matter how hard he tried, the memories kept flooding back in vivid, merciless detail.The sweet taste of whiskey and raw desire on Zach’s tongue. The way Zach’s large hands had gripped his ass possessively. The low, guttural groan Zach had made when their hips rolled together and the feeling of that heavy, throbbing erectio

Chapter 9: Late Night Weakness Noah was restless throughout the night, he couldn’t sleep. The clock on his nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m, and he had been staring at the ceiling for hours. Every time he closed his eyes, the memories of Zach sexy body pinning him and the way Zach had ground his thick, hard cock against him in the kitchen earlier tonight. The possessive growl in Zach’s voice when he said “what’s mine.” His own body was betraying him again. His cock was painfully hard, leaking steadily with precum against his stomach, and no amount of cold showers or trying to think about work could make it go down. He was aching, empty and so confuse about everything. “Fuck this,” Noah muttered, throwing the covers off. He quickly pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants, grabbed his keys, and left his apartment. The city streets were quiet as he drove toward Rivera Fight Gym. He didn’t know what he was doing. He just knew he needed to see Zach... fuck whatever that follows. The gym wa