Noah X Michael Novels & Stories

It seemed like he was giving them space, but as soon as he stepped out, he went to find Noah. Noah was surprised to see Michael as he knew about Chloe's new marketing plan. "What's the matter, Mr. Michael? Is there something wrong with your contract?" "No, there's nothing wrong, but there are some things I want to talk to you about. I'm not sure if I should though…" Michael said, sounding hesitant and unsure. Noah put down the pen in his hand and said, "It's all right, go ahead." Michael continued, "Mr. Noah, did you and Ms. Chloe recently get engaged?"

Noah nodded, understandably. "So, you're sleeping on the couch. End of story." Micheal said and once again cleared his throat. "I can't share the same bed with you. I'm a man who's interested in the body of other men. I'm gay, so you being on my bed with me just doesn't--" "Then does seeing my body also have the same effect?" Noah asked, once again cutting Micheal short and blowing a fuse in his head. "What part of, 'I'm gay and super interested in guys with nice body' do you not understand? Do I have to spell it out for you, Noah?!" He raged but Noah's expression did not shift.

Xander said, looking over Noah's shoulder. "Stop encouraging him!" Michael scolds, and Noah squeaks as he was suddenly lifted into the air, and pulled into strong arms. Noah squirmed in Michael's grasp as he turned, then flashed his pearly whites as he wrapped his arms and legs around Michael. "I love you!" Noah said in a sing-song voice, and Michael shook his head. "Is, is this your mate?" Claudius asked, and Noah's smile dropped before climbing out of Michael's arms. "Yes. Claudius, this is my mate Michael. Michael, this is the friend I told you about, Claudius.

Brushing past, I go to stand in front of Noah, but Cian grabs my arm. “Don’t go near him, you don’t know what he has planned for you,” Cian says lowly, even though he knows Noah can hear him just fine. Glancing at Noah, I see a frown settle between his brows. Looking between them, I realise they have had a conversation that I haven’t heard yet, that is clearly a point of contention between them. Noah’s voice is steady. “Cian, now is not the time, okay?” “What’s not the time? What am I missing here?” I question, motioning for one of them to explain themselves. Noah’s gaze is trained persistently on Cian, eyes slightly narrowed, challenging the immortal to utter a word about this secret they a