Nirvana Ch. 07

"I wasn't one hundred percent serious, but this... God, this is hot." He was pressing his hardness against him once more, but this time for his own gratification. He took his jaw in his hand and made to bite his neck but settled for a kiss when he felt him tensing up. "What am I gonna do with you, Matthews!"

"Whatever you want." His voice was breathy and littered with need. He was thrusting into Noel just as hard to palpate the outline of his rigid rod with his own.

"Do you want it?"

He didn't know whether or not the sound he made was a yes. His mouth wasn't forming words anymore, and the circuits of his brain were exclusively drawing pictures of what was about to happen. Noel let go of him, and left the condom on the nightstand. "Strip and get in bed," he ordered, and Owen complied in a second. His shirt went flying across the room, boxers and jeans snatched down in one go, and each heel peeling off the sock of the other foot. Noel watched him with a smile of both enjoyment and desire. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down enough to free his raging cock and take it in hand, rubbing slowly as Owen assumed his position in bed, flat on his back.

"No, no. Turn around"

He did as instructed. His firm round ass wiggled as he settled face down, his back completely exposed, but he didn't feel self-conscious about it. He wanted Noel inside him, whichever way that may be. Noel stripped off and climbed on top of him, resting his weight on his elbows, and his cock conveniently between his cheeks. Owen gasped and pushed up against him.

"How thin are these walls?" He whispered in his ear before sucking on his lobe.

"Pretty thin," Owen panted, "had to play hard rock at full blast when I jerked off."

"I'll have to go slow, then. And you be quiet, yeah?"

"Mm." Slow or fast, it didn't really matter to him. All he could think about was taking his length. Everything else was formalities –minor details.

He rocked his hips upwards again, urging him to move, but he felt him move up and off him. He whined in frustration at his withdrawal, but Noel was soon planting kisses up and down his protruding vertebrae. When he got down to the small of his back, Owen had two thoughts: the first one was "good thing I cleaned up," and the second was "oh, no."

Noel was kissing his cheeks everywhere, even biting a little, and moving from one to the other, he would exhale hot air over his crack. He was approaching with caution, but Owen knew what he wanted. It wasn't something he'd ever fathom the thought of doing, but then again, nothing he'd done with Noel had been within the realm of possibility before. He got squeamish for a second, but then he thought why the hell not. Everything he'd done with Noel so far felt good, and he didn't know why this would be an exception. It already felt good the closer Noel got –his heat, his eagerness.

"Do it." he husked.

Noel crawled up his body until they were level, "really? Please tell me this is okay." His voice resonated with raw need that only got Owen hotter.

"Fucking do it."

Noel used a rubber band to tie his hair back in a knot, and sensuously dragged his tongue down his spine, this time continuing along his crack and Owen tensed up and bucked away.

"Relax, baby." He urged, and pushed his arse back up, spread his cheeks, and buried his face between them. He repeated his slow and torturous licks, drawing circles with the tip of his tongue that inched closer and closer to his tight hole. Owen was reserved still despite how much he wanted it, it took him a few seconds to allow himself to let loose and dull his inhibitions. When Noel heard the first moan of confirmation, he spread him wider and got into it.

He ran his flattened tongue seductively from the base of his cock up his crack going past his twitching entrance, and then back down, then up again, getting his lips and teeth involved, not leaving a single bit of him unattended.

The feeling was one that Owen never imagined he was capable of perceiving. It was primal, heavenly, and disarming. He melted with each lap and kiss feeling himself opening up and devoted fully to his lover. Nothing had ever felt so sensual, intimate, or personal before.

Noel stiffened his tongue and softly entered him, and Owen's knees gave up underneath him as his whole body shook with pleasure. He'd been penetrated by Noel's fingers and cock before, but his tongue was something else –something equally wild and delicate. It combined the firmness of a cock and the dexterity of fingers, and on top of that the velvet warmth and primal fervour. Owen couldn't help but contract around him and convulsed thoroughly as shaken sighs and groans escaped his mouth. He was out of breath and he needed more.

"Noel please I need you inside me."

Noel shoved his tongue deeper and moved in and out and then withdrew it. Before Owen could complain, he penetrated his eager hole with one lubed finger. As he massaged his prostate from the inside, he applied pressure with his lips and tongue just above his sack. He licked and kissed that bit of skin, causing Owen to moan hard into the pillow. He pushed back rhythmically, the overwhelming shudders of a climax just a heartbeat away.

"I need you so bad."

With a finger still inside him, he ripped the foil with his teeth and sheathed himself with the condom and an excessive amount of lube. He thought all the lube and rimming would do the trick, but when he pushed the head of his cock past Owen's orifice, the boy hissed and forced his eyes shut.

"Be careful, it's still..."

"I know, I know. Breathe."

He hooked his tattooed arm around his chest and pulled him up, their bodies met together like two jigsaw pieces, Noel's pecs against Owen's shoulder blades and his abdomen in the curvature of his spine. He ran his hands all over Owen's body and drove inside him one maddening inch at a time, whispering mantras in his ear. Everything around him vanished, and he was in a world where sex was the only reality. The only sound he could hear was Owen's soft moans of supplication and pleasure, his chest heaving underneath his arm, and the smacking of his lips along Owen's neck and shoulders. His rod was swallowed by the unbelievable tightness of Owen's channel, clamping around him hard enough to draw out his soul and leave both of their bodies in a fog of lasciviousness.

Owen wasn't too far off, himself. He was wondering how he had wasted all those years of his life depriving himself of that feeling. Just there, on that exact bed, he'd spent nights listening to glam rock records which he'd stolen from his father's collection and kept under his mattress with multiple photos cut out of magazines and used for his nocturnal activities. He'd put a record on, keep a collection of photos in one hand, and take his cock in another, enjoying himself to the sight of Axl Rose or Ziggy Stardust or Freddie Mercury –whatever he could get his hands on –just to wake up the next morning full of confusion. For the longest time, he thought it was the music that got him off, if only for some peace of mind.

That night, there was no music. Instead, he was full of his lover, embraced by powerful virility and a constricting python, and everything had fallen right into place. He realised at that moment that it hadn't been his musical awakening this whole time, but his sexual one.

Noel gave him as much of his cock as he could handle and paused for a few minutes before he started moving –not thrusting but sinuously gliding in and out to feel every bit of him. He caressed his inner thighs and took his engorged leaking cock in an asphyxiating grip. Owen's breath became ragged, he felt his balls filling up in an instant, and shouted for him to stop, which he immediately did.

"You alright?"

"Yes, don't move I'm really close."

"Okay, I'm not done with you yet."

They both laughed. Noel grabbed his jaw and turned him to the side to take his lips until he recovered. They kissed until Owen's breath became steadier, and the fire in his loins was less persistent. He reached behind him and squeezed Noel's arse. "Okay," he sighed and nodded, "fuck me."

"You gonna be quiet?"

Owen laughed, "I'll try."

He let him fall on his elbows, pulled out until just the head was in, and plunged inside him with one stroke that had him grunting at max volume.

"Wanna try a little harder?"

"Oh, fuck."

Noel smirked. He grabbed him by the waist and pulled him with his movements. Owen maintained his quiet drawn out moans for a while until it got more and more difficult. Noel took hold of his body and nailed his prostate with every thrust, breathing through clenched teeth and growing even larger, and Owen got increasingly louder as he went on. If he got any louder, not only his family but the whole block would probably hear him, so Noel balled up a pair of boxers in his hands –his or Owen's, he didn't know, nor did he care– and stuffed Owen's mouth with it.

He took Owen's cock in his hand and pumped it to the same speed at which he fucked him, gripping him hard and tight to give him the exact same feeling he had. Owen was nearly screaming into the cloth in his mouth as he sprayed the bed with thick jets, his hole clenched with each explosive load and triggered Noel's orgasm, milking him to the last drop. When they both came down, Noel tied a knot at the end of his condom and threw it in a bin. He cleaned Owen's bed the best he could and held his glistening, flushed body closer as they both lay on their sides, facing each other.

"Did you plan this, or do you carry a condom everywhere you go?"

Owen chuckled. He ran his hand over Noel's messy hair and freed his locks from the rubber band. "In a way, yeah I planned it. I didn't think we'd be staying here, I wanted to book us a hotel room or something. But, my dad found out anyway so I figured we may as well." He slid the band down Noel's fingers and around his wrist and planted a kiss on the back of his hand.

"Either way's fine by me as long as I get you." He groped his arse and lightly smacked it. Owen's eyes jerked open, causing Noel to grin wickedly. "You need to believe me when I say that everything will work out well for you."

They lay forehead to forehead, kissing softly until they fell asleep. Owen slept with a vague ailment, knowing that when he'd wake up, this will be over. He only had Noel for the day, he gave him the best sex he ever had, but he couldn't have him forever –he wouldn't dare ask. The next morning, or what he thought was morning but was actually the afternoon, he woke up to the sound of his door closing, and Noel walking in, fully clothed.

"Hey," he slurred. He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone. It was just after 2PM. "Oh shit, we should be getting ready! We'll miss the last ferry."

"Sit back down, I already went."

"You what?"

"I couldn't sleep all night. Your room is very distressing. I had to conjure all my energy to protect my aura or I'd wake up in an ugly mood. At the crack of dawn I snuck out, you were sleeping like a baby! I took a hike around. The Empire State looks amazing from far away, but up close, it's just a building. I didn't bother taking a ferry to the Statue, but," he handed him his sketchbook open at his latest entry, an up-close shot of the Statue, "I think I did a good job."

"Mhm."

Owen was hurt. He wanted to take him, show him around the city where he grew up. He wanted to erase the past with the present and make New York pleasant again. They both agreed they would do that, which was the whole point of their miniature holiday, and he didn't know whether Noel went against their agreement on purpose to set the limit for their so-called relationship, or if he'd just forgotten. He sure as hell didn't know which one would hurt more.

He heard his father and sister arguing just outside the door and immediately drew a cover over his body just before she barged in and jumped on him.

"I told you he's awake!" She screamed. Her knees were on his stomach and she clung to his neck. She still had her full costume on.

"Good morning, Wonder Woman."

"Afternoon." Ronald corrected, "Still a night owl, I see. And still a slob."

He wanted to roll his eyes, but decided to set a good example for Madeline so he let it slide.

"Yeah, you should clean up," Noel said, "all this clutter sucks up positive energy like a sponge."

"Good luck with that, I've been telling him all his life. You getting up soon, Ozzy?"

"Once she gets off me," he said, feigning weakness, "I can't move, she's got superhuman strength."

Madeline giggled. She buried her knees deeper in his abdomen to add false weight to her tiny body. He snatched the crown off her head and put it on his, and her face was red with laughter. Hearing her laugh made him believe that maybe Noel wasn't wrong. Maybe everything would work out well for him after all.

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Later that night, they both took the train back to New Jersey, and went their separate ways from there. Owen was more confused about what they were to each other than he was when he first asked. All he knew was that Noel didn't date, so he didn't pursue or persuade him, he didn't try to manipulate him into a relationship either. He tackled it the way he tackled every problem in his life: by going to bed and hoping it sorted itself out somehow.

There was a lot of catching up to do with the band. They agreed that until Carl fully recovered, they were only going to play at Jersey Devils, and after that they would try to get booked at as many places as possible. They made Owen promise to no longer make any decisions regarding the band without their input.

Jersey Devils was busy that Tuesday night; live band, karaoke, and open mic, besides the unofficial gay night. It was the first time Owen had seen Noel in days, and yet he couldn't get a long satisfying stare at him. He was everywhere. Behind the bar, around tables, running back and forth, and he was being undressed by multiple pairs of eyes. It wouldn't have been so busy if everyone took their drink and left, but Owen had to stand there and watch men with dilated pupils and rubious lips engage him in flirty conversations, which Noel didn't seem to mind at all. It made him think once again about him possibly soliciting men in Europe, and he didn't know why the idea angered him so much. Men wanting to sleep with Noel was one thing, but men wanting him so desperately that they were willing to pay for it drove him insane.

He took off after the gig and worked out his anger and frustration in strenuous exercise at the gym, burning out his indolent muscles so much that he was bed ridden the next day .He couldn't move any part of his body without wincing.

Noel decided to show up a couple of days after that while Owen and the band were practising in the basement. Carl let him in and down the stairs where both David and Owen said in stereo, "what are you doing here?"

"Good to see you too, guys." he replied, and tapped with a pencil on his sketchbook, "Don't mind me, keep on grooving." He took a seat at the sofa like he belonged there, and started scrawling on a blank page.

Owen was visibly distracted. He made a lot of mistakes, often in his attempt to show off, but Carl and David didn't mind that so much because it was one of the few times he was well mannered. They managed to play three songs in around forty five minutes, one of which Owen had written himself, and made sure to enunciate that as he glanced over at Noel who was too indulged in drawing to even notice. Carl was having a lot of fun playing his bass lines on a keyboard with his non dominant hand; it was much easier, and it meant Owen wouldn't shout at him over minor mistakes.

"Let's hold off Helter Skelter until you get your hand back." Owen said in concealed aggravation.

"Fucking awesome! I'd happily never play a Beatles song ever again."

"You're in a rock band. Every song you play is essentially a Beatles song."

Carl shook his head, "You're talking shit again. The Beatles don't have as much influence as, say, Pink Floyd."

"Pink Floyd," David said, "is The Beatles on hard drugs."

"Man, The Beatles is The Beatles on hard drugs."

David played the classic rim-shot sarcastically and Owen laughed. Carl flipped them both off with his good hand.

"Speaking of drugs..." Noel finally got up. His eyebrows were raised, and hair cascaded over his face. He brushed his hair behind his ears, fished a tiny container out of his pocket and threw it at Carl. "Catch," he said, "Lavender oil. Speeds up healing and it's good for pain."

Carl studied it sceptically, "Uh, thanks?"

"And you," Noel walked past Owen, he got close enough to him for his whisper to be audible, "meet me in your room."

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"I'd pick your room out of a million based on filth alone." Noel kicked an empty can and a wrinkled piece of paper out of his way as he walked. Owen shut the door behind him and crossed his arms.

"They'll be mad if I don't get back quick. Was there something you wanted?"

Noel showed him the drawing he'd been working on. It was in pencil only. Graceful lines depicting furious colliding waves of an ocean, all around it was dark and grim with heavy rain falling. Within the endless deluge, there was a recognisable face –a face with pouty lips and small eyes and light dusting over his cheeks.

"This is amazing. Why am I in a storm?"

"You're always in a storm."

"More or less." he mumbled.

"You can keep it if you want."

"I'd love to." He grinned, "Never had a portrait before."

"It's not a portrait, it's more ambient, really."

"Um," he put it on his desk and crossed his arms again, "Do I have to pay you for it like they do in Europe, or do you prefer to get paid for different favours?"

"What?"

Owen waved him off, "Nothing, never mind. What are you doing here?"

"You," he smirked, "hopefully."

Owen thought he was joking, but was proven wrong when he pulled him closer by the neck and with his other hand unbuttoned his jeans.

"You were all 'be mine, be mine' and now it's like you don't want to see me anymore." He slipped his hand down his jeans and stroked his erect cock over the cloth of his boxers. Owen brought their lips together and let out a faint moan into his mouth while his hands mirrored Noels.

"I couldn't contact you."

"Not good enough. You know where I live, you know where I work." His hand found its way inside his boxers and he squeezed his length hard with bony fingers causing his knees to buckle.

"I can't just show up."

"I just showed up." He tightened his teeth around Owen's bottom lip enough to make him yelp, and then got on his knees in front of him. Owen took a deep breath and didn't exhale until Noel snatched his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, and looked up at him with a seductive smile.

He hooked both arms around Owen's waist, dug his nails into his arse and dragged down leaving red streaks. Owen whimpered. His cock twitched, begging to be buried in the warmth of his mouth, but Noel was taking his time. He scraped his teeth up along his inner thighs, nipped at the taut skin where his thigh met his abdomen, and bit the prominent part of his hip bone. When he got a positive reaction, he bit him again, hard. He stopped just before the pain became unbearable like he could read Owen's body and study his receptors. As he switched over to Owen's contra-lateral bone to give it the same treatment, his lips only hovered over his throbbing member, inundating it with warm breath that caused his body to shiver in delight.

"Noel, please." he croaked.

Noel handled his arse harshly, forcing him forward, and bit him a lot harder than before. Owen was groaning, his breath quickened, he was too blinded by need to care what he was doing. He held Noel by the hair and guided him where he wanted, his cock in his other hand, brushing against Noel's lips.