A few days later... (Christian!)

[Noah Malachi]

Noah couldn’t believe how much things had changed over the past few days. Ever since their heated encounter in his kitchen after school on Monday, things had been different between Christian and himself. Different in a good way. At least, he thought it was a good thing, though he was still quite confused about how he felt – or was supposed to feel – about the whole situation. At times when the pair knew they were completely alone in the house they would press against each other, while other times they were found sneaking kisses in the hallways and exchanging secret glances.

Of course, things never managed to get very far. They hadn’t gotten past harmless groping and only through the rough denim of each boy’s jeans. Because Noah’s parents had a room that was separated from his own by a very thin wall neither of the two young boys dared to do anything at night for fear of waking up Noah’s parents. At school all they could do was hold casual conversations, knowing that secrecy was the only thing keeping their fun alive. If anyone found out, if word got around the quiet catholic school that the preacher’s son was kissing other boys, well… he didn’t even want to think about that. Discovery was not an option, but not just because of the consequences.

Noah was afraid that the only reason he was enjoying his brief encounters with Christian was because it was secretive, disobeying, and considered wrong in the public eye. He was afraid that if anyone found out that he’d lose interest, that the clandestine encounters would lose their allure. He didn’t admit this to the other boy, though, he didn’t dare. Plus, it wasn’t all just the secrecy any more. He was afraid for Christian as well, if they were to be discovered. He cared for his new ‘close’ friend, and wanted to look out for his feelings as well. That seemed like the start of a real relationship sometimes, but he knew that things would probably never pan out that way… at least, not easily.

Noah wasn’t sure exactly how Christian felt about the situation. Noah knew that part of his fear was that he was only in it for the secrecy and the rebellious nature as well. After all, Christian had been gay for a while, and snagging the preacher’s son? It was an adventure for the both of them.

[Noah Malachi]

((ooc- continuing a little more since I didn't really give actions so much as thoughts... and I'm REALLY bored, even though I should be studying))

Noah was debating all of this as he sat on his bed, back propped up against the headrest. There were so many things he could have been doing at the moment other than vegging-out in his room. He had a stack of homework, some stuff left to take care of at the church, his room was a mess... but he didn't seem to care about any of that at the moment. He was content to sit there, wearing his white long sleeve shirt with his camo on top (ike in the picture only minus the vest), and just relax for a moment.

His mother had gone out with some friends, so she wouldn't be back until much later that night. His dad was at the church, holding some meetings or something. This meant that he would have the entire house to himself well into the night! Well, not exactly to himself, he remembered with a slight smirk. He hadn't seen Christian since the two of them had left for school, but his room mate was due to return home any minute now...

[Christian Hart]

Christian had left school with a skip in his step, despite having to stay after for half an hour to get help with his Trig homework. But no cotangent or cosecant curve could smother his good mood; knowing that he and Noah were going to finally have time alone was enough to make him forget all the worries of passing math this year. That also knowledge also spurred Christian to hurry home - and how comfortable it was between them to call Noah's house home - explaining his slightly flushed appearance upon bounding up the front stairs and trying the door (unlocked).

Ignoring his OCD tendencies, Christian tossed his bookbag carelessly next to the door and took the stairs two at a time once he heard the soft sound of a radio drifting downstairs from Noah's room. His steps probably alerted Noah of his arrival, so he didn't bother to surprise the boy and merely wandered into their shared room, smiling brightly - an action he'd become very accustomed during the past few days.

"Hey." he said casually, only giving a formal sort of hesitation before joining Noah on the bed, though preferring to only sit on the edge until after they exchanged pleasantries. This was new to Noah, he'd realized, so he knew to be cautious and let Noah make the first moves, in the instance that he didn't want to fool around or wasn't up to it and wanted to talk instead.

"How was your day?" Christian asked, offering the opportunity for conversation... or the opportunity for a quick answer and something else...

[Noah Malachi]

Noah noticed the little things that Christian did, even if Christian didn’t realized that he did. Or maybe Christian wasn’t even aware that he was doing them, maybe it was a subconscious thing. Like, how whenever they were alone they ended up making out, but the conversation always started off innocent, with the two boys either on opposite ends of the room or far apart on the bed. Neither one would ever just come into a room and assault the other with kisses (though both knew that the other wanted to)… there was always some sort of pleasantry involved.

Noah assumed that it was because Christian knew that he was new to this whole thing. He’d never kissed a guy before a few weeks ago, and before that it’d been almost a year since his last girlfriend. Taking things slow like this was probably best for him in the long run, though he couldn’t help but feel some sort of anticipation for what lie ahead, whatever that may be. Just thinking of that caused Noah’s cheeks to flush just enough that it was unnoticeable to Christian, but he could feel the tingling heat on his face.

"How was your day?"

In truth, his day had been a little stressful. He had given a speech in class, which he hated doing, and he had a huge test in Astronomy that caused his lunch to get pushed back. But it was nice to be home, to be resting in his bed, and to be talking with someone who – despite the fact that he barely knew him a few weeks ago – had become like a best friend (among other things) to him.

“Better, now that I’m here,” he said, knowing that this could be taken in several different ways. For one thing it meant simply that he was better now that school was over, and some of his stress was relieved. For another, he was here, physically there, with Christian. Things were always better when the two of them were together, because somehow when he was near Christian he could just let himself go. It was almost like he wasn’t himself when he was around him. He liked it.

There was something about the look in Christian’s eyes – or maybe it was just the look in his own eyes reflected back at him – that looked as if small talk wasn’t going to be necessary. After all, it wasn’t often that the two of them had time alone in the house, since his mom always seemed to be hanging around the house nowadays.

Noah always felt a little bit awkward about making the first move since he was always a little self-conscious about the things he did with Christian. After all, he had never really pictured himself as the gay type, and he was never exactly the dominant person in any relationship. Still, Christian never seemed to want to make the first moves, probably for his own sake, and so Noah shifted his weight on the bed so that he was closer to Christian, smiling at the other boy before leaning in, capturing Christian’s lips with his own.

[Christian Hart]

“Better, now that I’m here,”

Christian could relate. School was becoming sort of a past-time now that he had other things to think about (Noah, college, Noah, a job, Noah, etc...) and just seemed to go by slower and slower each day. He had been told often before that his high school years were going to be the best of his life, but when the environment they took place in was so oppressive and homophobic, Christian wanted nothing to break free from the burdens of being a teenager. He wanted his real life to begin.

But those types of thoughts could wait until after he had no time to make out with an incredibly attractive boy; Noah had just leaned in and kissed him, the slight touch wiping the blackboard of his mind clean. Nothing else really mattered, it seemed, once they began touching.

Although he allowed Noah to take the initiative, Christian wasn't about to give up the dominating role in their relationship, a role, which not long ago, he wouldn't have dreamed of being in. Being more experienced, he'd automatically assumed the "top" position and was becoming more and more fond of it; feeling Noah move underneath him when they got further into it gave him a rush he'd never known before. So, after a moment of getting into the rhythm of bobbing heads left and right, Christian raised one knee onto the bed and swiveled his body toward Noah's to join the boy on the bed, breaking their kiss for the briefest of moments to straddle the boy's legs and force him against the headboard. He was a bit rough with Noah - Christian apologized in a quick breath for jarring him against the wall - but knew that it didn't really matter when they were both getting riled. Raking his hands through Noah's fine hair, he firmly slid his fingertips over his plump - and increasingly red - cheeks and grasped the boy's jaw to keep him in place, kissing him with all the passion he'd pent up during the past few days of limited contact. God, as much as he felt isolated and unlike his generation, moments like these brought the realization that he was, in fact, a horny teenager like anyone else.

Trailing kisses from Noah's lips to his jawline, Christian nibbled on the soft cartilidge of his ear, not too roughly as to leave marks, before teasing the sensitive spot where his jaw bone met neck with his tongue. His hands roamed with a mind of their own, one resting firmly on Noah's hip and the other finding its way underneath his shirt, gently stroking the line of his spine with smooth fingertips.

They've made-out heavily a few times, each one getting more and more aggressive before they were broken up by the homecoming of a parent or the fear of being heard, so Christian couldn't help but want more. And hopefully the feeling was mutual, as kissing soon wouldn't be enough anymore...

[Noah Malachi]

Quite okay with being the ‘bottom’, as he had learned his role in these encounters was deemed. As Christian straddled him, hoisting himself onto the bed and, essentially, onto Noah. Their kiss broke for the slightest of seconds, but their embrace never stopped. This was something that he was grateful for because once he got into the cadence of their movements he found it hard to pause, even for the quickest of moments.

He barely noticed the slight throb of pain from being forced backwards; it was vastly overpowered by the intense pleasure that seemed to fill his entire being at the sheer thrill of being roughhoused. There was a mumbled apology, to which he replied with an equally mumbled “S’okay” before closing his eyes to take in the moment. Christian’s hands were running through his hair and he was careful not to press his head against the wall and squash his strong (yet smooth) hands, which had now grabbed him roughly by the sides of his face to keep him from moving too much.

Noah was more relieved than he could say once Christian took the dominant position. He was just a baby when it came to the world of serious hard-core making out, since his last few relationships had never really progressed terribly far, and so he couldn’t help but second-guess the moves he made. This was how their encounters would usually start, though. He would make the first move, Christian would take the lead, Noah would over-analyze every little move he made, and then… he would just let himself go and trust his instincts.

Which, it seemed to him, was right about… now. As Christian’s kisses wandered away from his lips and his hands wandered, well, more places than one, it was easy for Noah to succumb to the heat of the moment. A shiver crawled up his spine and he barely managed to keep from actually shuddering, though the goose bumps that rose up on his skin were very evident and seemed to cover his entire body. He could feel Christian’s warm breath on his neck, but knew that his raging teenage hormones would not be satisfied by Christian’s teasing for much longer. He let out the tiniest little whimper, unable to let his emotions out in the form of words.

Taking the initiative, Noah turned his head to the side to catch Christian’s mouth in his own, lips crashing together with more force than necessary but not more than wanted. He greedily thrust his tongue inside his companion’s mouth, searching every nook and cranny it could reach. Searching for adventure. Searching for acceptance. This was what he had been waiting for all day, and the anticipation made the moment that much better. These secret moments, shared in the heat of the afternoon…

Their bodies were one, swaying slightly as they shifted weight, an equal amount of give and take as they made out on his bed. Bits of Christian’s hair fell against his face and into his eyes, tickling his nose. Noah just smiled to himself as he brushed it away, allowing his hands to trail down the side of Christian’s body and rest on his hips. If the other boy were to look into his eyes at that moment he was sure that the lustful, raging teenage hormones would be more than obvious. He couldn’t help but quiver faintly under the weight of Christian’s body leaning against his own, pressing him against the headrest. As a hand roamed up his spine his back arched away from the bed, a reflex, and he emitted a quiet moan as yet another chill ran down his back like tiny electric shocks. The good kind, of course.
This was as far as things between them usually got, but today Noah found himself craving more. Just a little more… or a lot more. He wasn’t sure exactly, because this was all new to him. He didn’t want to do anything wrong just to prove to Christian how inexperienced he really was. He especially didn’t want to disappoint Christian or make him regret entering into this ‘relationship’, such as it was, when he was positive there were plenty of more experienced guys he could be hooking up with…

[Christian Hart]

Christian rocked against Noah slightly, starting a subconscious motion he wasn't even aware of. The soft pants and hitched gasps, both his and his... boyfriend's/boy-toy's/make-out buddy's, were turning him on more than he wanted to admit, and he wasn't sure exactly what to do. On one hand, he was horny, and so was Noah - at least, from what he could tell (and he was not one to be wrong) - but he didn't want to take advantage of Noah. And while they had resolved most of the "taking advantage" business, Christian knew that there were boundaries he was not to cross, not yet. Maybe someday, if it ever worked out, but for now... he would just have to cope with what he could.

Relinquishing his fixed hold on Noah to the headboard, he reeled back and shook the hair out of his eyes, before pulling Noah forward by his shoulders, giving the boy a chaste nibble to his lower lip, and laying him down onto the plush covers. The angle was more forgiving to the both of them - backwise - and also allowed Christian easier access to all of Noah. Taking a moment to look at the boy sprawled out beneath him, he grinned a grin of pure, unadulterated excitement before lowering himself onto Noah again and ravishing his mouth with his own, tongue and teeth and rapture and he wondered how any of it could be deemed wrong by anyone when it feels so good.

Glancing down toward Noah's chest, he smiled mournfully to himself at the fact that Noah liked to layer his clothing before slipping a hand underneath the shirts anyway, stroking the smooth planes of flesh, circling a fingertip around the ring of his belly button, feeling the soft, peachy fuzz that trailed from his navel toward the hem of his jeans. His mouth danced about Noah's lips, breathy kisses to the corners and firm pecks to the plump centers. Making sure to bat his eyelashes against the sensitive skin of his cheeks, he mouthed hot, unintelligible words against Noah's neck as his lips wandered south, sucking gently at the hollow of his throat and trying to nudge the camouflaged shirt downward for further access to his skin.

He was tensed, ready to lay off if Noah became uncomfortable, but didn't resist from satisfying his own urges beforehand...

[Noah Malachi]

Noah’s breathing came in broken gasps which he was becoming less and less able to control. As Christian moved him from against the headrest to lying down on the bed Noah found himself staring up into Christian’s eyes. He could see in them the unfiltered lust and excitement that he could feel in himself. He was almost positive that every tingling sensation, every shudder and every moan was shared between the two of them as if they were one being; just two parts of a whole. Their bodies fit well together on the bed, touching and sensing and exploring. He could feel the exquisite touch of Christian’s fingers trail down his stomach, and allowed his own hands to wander up Christian’s back in slow, purposeful movements.

As Christian’s mouth made his way down Noah’s neck, breathing words and peppering his skin with kisses, Noah buried his face in the angle between Christian’s neck and his shoulder, moaning quietly once again as he felt his shirt pushed down to allow Christian more freedom to explore. Noah felt the same desire, and maneuvered his hands so that they came to his sides, tugging at the camouflage and the white undershirt so that in a few short seconds both layers rested in a crumpled pile off to the corner of his room. Bare from the waist up, there was a hungry look in his eyes. Noah found himself unable to hold back the almost primal instinct to be rough in his passion. He knew that Christian was feeling the same urges, but could also sense that he was making sure not to overstep any boundaries. Noah was only more turned on by how considerate Christian was being.

Turning his attention fully on the attire of Christian, he first loosened then removed his tie before going to work on his school-issued white button-down shirt, re-capturing Christian’s mouth in his own in the process. His kisses were more forceful now, his tongue penetrating Christian’s mouth and exploring every nook and cranny as if any lull in movement would mean the end of the world. In his current state, Noah was having many issues with the many buttons that trailed down Christian’s chest and stomach. His breath was still coming in sharp intakes, unable to control the surge of emotions he was feeling (not that he wanted to control them in the first place). His hands were shaking slightly, causing the buttons to fall from his grip more than once.

“Fucking uniforms,” he managed to gasp, removing his mouth from his roommate’s for a brief moment as he looked down to undo the last button. With a victorious grin he slowly removed Christian’s shirt so that he could see the outline of every muscle on his upper body. As much as he enjoyed admiring the view - which was more than he could express in words - it didn’t take Noah long to reach back up and wrap an arm around Christian's head in an effort to pull him back towards him, embracing Christian's lips with first his teeth, a semi-rough nibble, then with his own lips, which were slightly puffed from the frequent bites by Christian. Feeling the bumps and relishing in the shiver their existence caused to permeate his body, Noah was surprised at how natural these reactions were.

He raised his hand up to rest directly on Christian’s zipper, pressing firmly against him as he paused, trying to gain more control of himself. His hand was quivering slightly as he fumbled, obviously inexperienced when it came to this situation, with the other boy’s pants button and zipper. He looked into Christian’s eyes as if telling him that it was okay to help, he wanted to take things further. If approval was what Christian was waiting for then he got that and more from the look on Noah’s face.

((ooc- I’m assuming since Christian came right home from school and upstairs, that he didn’t have time to change out of his uniform. Let me know if you had something else in mind for his clothing, though…))

[Christian Hart]

Christian savored each shudder and shiver Noah gave, purposefully pressing himself against him to feel the rise and fall of his chest, the beat after beat of his heart. The head of dark alder hair brushed against his ears, tickling a bit; Christian grinned into the skin he was teasing and suddenly turned his head, catching the cartilage of Noah's ear and sucking slightly before realizing that the boy was on his way to removing his shirts.

His face was going to hurt if he grinned any more.

The sight of Noah trapped under his thighs, shirtless, and eager made the hair on his arms stand on end - a considerable feat considering that he was getting hotter and hotter by the moment. Christian practically dove down and forced his tongue into Noah's mouth, more aroused than surprised by the fact that Noah reciprocated just as aggressively. His hands rushed madly over the bare skin, feeling every inch he could, fingertips skatingly firmly over ribs, thumbs brushing flushed nipples. Although he felt the pull of buttons on his shirt, Christian allowed himself to be distracted by everything that was Noah - islands of freckles, wispy brown chest hair - for a little longer. It was only when Noah fumbled with the remaining buttons that he pulled back and sat up a bit, giving him the reach necessary to undo them.

“Fucking uniforms,”

Christian gave a rough chuckle and watched Noah undo the last button, shirt partially falling from his shoulders and being pulled off the rest of the way. Now, Christian wasn't built - not at all - but he was lean, and the muscle he had was prominent and rounded beneath his porcelain-esque skin, giving him a slim, long tone to his torso. Arching his back slightly, he readjusted his knees on the bedspread and looked down at Noah, waiting for the boy's next move - which didn't take very long at all.

Shaking hands reached for his zipper and made to undo them - Christian watched deviously, pants becoming increasingly tight as Noah's hands pressed against him. He reached down and took the boy's hands in his own, stroking the knuckles with his thumbs as he made eye contact, clearly able to see the hunger in Noah's eyes, but also the inexperience behind it.

"It's alright," he assured throatily, smiling coyly at him, "Don't worry so much."

Certain that the hands no longer quaked, he let them undo the zipper on his school-issued slacks and begin a slight tug downward before he abruptly captured them again in his own and pinning them to the bed above Noah's head. Christian grinned cheekily and kissed him quickly on the lips before ducking his head southward and taking one of Noah's nipples in his mouth, a soft bite and a lick to the left, and the same to right. He loved to tease him...

Relinquishing his grip, Christian briskly shifted backward and lowered his mouth to his belly button and traced a spiral around the innie, tongue darting inward as he gazed headily up at Noah. His fingers - long and capable from years of piano - deftly undid Noah's zipper, tugging the small metal link to the point where pants started to go with it. Sitting up, he pushed himself to his knees and began to pull the jeans from Noah's hips, giving a him a quick glance to check for approval as he did so. He hardly doubted it wouldn't be there.

[Noah Malachi]

Christian’s wandering hands and unrelenting hold on his own lips made the removal of the shirt very difficult. Not that he minded. Every second longer that he had to wait to expose Christian’s shirtless torso to him was one more second of blissful anticipation. He couldn’t believe that something so torturous could equal so much pleasure. Then again, Noah was willing to admit that there were a lot of things that he hadn’t known he could feel. Not until recently, that is.

"It's alright. Don't worry so much."

He knew that he must have looked like a food, unable to control his shaking hands. He had never been so nervous about something in his entire life. It was important for him to distinguish why he was nervous, though. It wasn’t because of what he was doing, so much as the fact that he didn’t want to do anything wrong. Noah had to admit that up until now he hadn’t really been one for trying drastically new things. Christian’s words effectively soothed him, however, and he noticed that his hands were no longer shaking. In fact, everything seemed to be moving a bit slower now and he could focus on the little details of the moment more clearly. It was nice to know that Christian obviously understood his situation, and wasn’t there to judge him.

Noah’s fingers had barely started to pull down on Christian’s uniform pants before they were snatched up and pinned down onto the bed above his head. Noah gave a sharp intake of breath; he loved it when Christian did things like that. The sudden movements and dominating gestures only added to the excitement and the heat of the moment. He wasn’t about to complain to having to take the submissive position, almost like a prisoner. He was certainly being held captive, though in the best of ways.

Once allowed to move freely again, Noah watched as Christian moved with a practiced skill to undo his jeans and start to pull them down. The half-nod of approval he gave was completely unnecessary as the expression on his face said it all. He held his breath without realizing it as Christian’s hands started to tug down on his jeans, and in that moment – his eyes meeting those of his (friend? Crush? Secret boyfriend?) current roommate – he felt more secure and sure of himself than he ever had in his entire life.

And then everything went to hell.

Without so much as a warning knock, the door to his room slid open and the voice of his mother drifted into the room, her words floating over to his ears through the panting and the rustling of the bed sheets as both boys repositioned themselves.

“Noah, dear, I just wanted to see if you wa----“ The words started as his mother was in the hallway, and abruptly ended in a shocked gasp as she was greeted by the image of her son, half-naked on his bed with the boy she and her husband had so graciously allowed to live under their roof for the past few weeks. Her son, with another boy’s lips on his skin, another boy’s hands on his zipper.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GOOD LORD HIMSELF IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!” Mrs. Malachi crossed herself in the air in front of her, eyes closed as she stumbled backwards out of the room. She had managed to speak that one question in shock and awe before she became horrified and dumbstruck. She wasn’t sure what she was expected to do in this situation; run away and pretend it never happened? Confront Noah? This wasn’t in the Christian Parenting Handbook!

Noah, unable to do anything else, rolled off of the bed in a very ungraceful heap onto the floor, clutching desperately for his shirt with one hand while the other re-did the zipper on his jeans. He looked, panicked, first over at Christian on the bed and then into the hallway, where his mother seemed to be rooted to the spot. His eyes were wide, and he had that scared, apprehensive look on his face again. The look he gave Christian was clear, though. What were they going to do now?

((ooc- I figured you might want to respond a little. His mom is pretty much a 'make-her-up-as-you-go' deal, so feel free to have her do things if you need her to, like stay, or leave, or speak... I really don't have a set plan/idea for her. ^_^ ))

[Noah Malachi]

ooc- I'm writing more, because I miss posting so terribly now that it's summer and I have seemingly endless free time! ^_^

Noah fumbled with the zipper and button on his own pants almost as much as he had with that of Christian's, though for two completely different reasons. The shaking from the thrill, excitement and passion had been replaced with the shaking of nervousness, fear and dread not unlike that of a prisoner moments before they know they are to be executed. His mother was still standing in the hallway. She was directly in front of his door staring at him wide-eyed with disbelief. It was all Noah could do to keep eye contact, though his own eyes were wide and disbelieving as well. Pants securely fastened, Noah sat on his floor clutching his shirt while his mother stood in front of him, a hand placed over her gaping mouth.

"Mom, I can explain."

Just saying those four words made Noah want to laugh. Could he explain? Was there even the slightest chance that he could explain to the wife of a catholic priest that he thought he was falling in love with another boy? And how on God's green Earth could he ever explain that he had been mere moments away from becoming rather intimate with the boy they'd taken in after his parents had kicked him out? The boy he'd been sharing a room with for a month now?

"You... He... I..." Mrs. Malachi stuttered, completely unable to compose herself. She looked like she wanted to cry. Rather than betray her true thoughts on what she had just seen she opted to turn on her heel and leave the scene as quickly as she could manage without running. The sound of heels clicking against the stairs echoed through the now silent Malachi household.

"Shit," Noah muttered, looking back up at Christian. "I have to go talk to her, don't I?" The words, though supposed to be a question, were more to convince himself than to question Christian. "Are you... Jesus, Christian, I'm so sorry!"

He didn't know what else to say.