Noah's Starship Ch. 05

He gave my hair one last pet and then jumped out to get our things. He insisted on carrying all of our bags save for one paper grocery bag with chips and the pastries from the bakery. I hugged it to my chest like a security blanket as I followed him to the front door.

"Navid!" That was the only word I caught as the rest was in Arabic or Persian. The door had opened and two dark, well-built men in their mid to late 40's emerged. We were ushered inside and Navid set down the case of alcohol and our bags before they gave him the traditional greeting of hugs and cheek kisses that always struck me as strange coming from such masculine guys. One of the guys even went so far as to rub his nose against Navid's which looked really bizarre. I kept still though and waited behind Navid.

When they'd finished, Navid presented me to the men and took the bag from my arms.

"Hello Noah, we have heard so much about you," the Persian host said to me in perfect English. "I don't know how you have the patience to date a traditional Persian boy, but let me know if he gets out of line with all that overly controlling macho nonsense," The man laughed and brought me in for a hug.

"Thank you sir, your house is... wow! I've never been anywhere so nice," I admitted and instantly regretted it. Maybe it would reflect on Navid if I didn't have experience with the finer things in life.

"It's just a friend's house. He lets me borrow it everytime he needs a favor! Please call me Karim," He said warmly. "And this, is Naif, my dear friend. His English is getting better." He pointed to the Arab guy who laughed and shook his head.

"Hello, dear Noah," Naif said in a smooth, deep voice that made my skin prickle. He pulled me in for a hug and rubbed his nose to mine like he was playing with his own child. He released me and I caught Navid's eyes looking less than pleased.

"And these are our partners," Karim continued as two white guys who were thin, but toned from a life of leisure and pilates, appeared behind him. I recognized the one from the boat and matched him with Karim, his name was Mike. The other one, who was with Naif, was named Josh. We exchanged hugs with them and then Mike took us up to our room as Navid collected our bags and left the food and alcohol in the foyer.

Our room must have been intended as the nursery. It was small, though larger than my bedroom at home, and had one door connecting to the hallway and another connecting to the master bedroom where Karim and Mike would stay. There wasn't a crib though, just a comfortable queen-sized bed topped with pillows.

Navid set down our bags and began to open them as Mike hovered and pointed out the bathroom and the patio door. He slid it open and a cool, Pacific breeze filled the room. He walked out on the patio to show me how it connected to a similar sliding door from their room. He entered through there and then came full circle back to our bedroom through the master.

"If you need anything, just come through here, ok? If it's unlocked then we're decent," Mike laughed, but it made me realize that the door between us only locked from their side.

"Let's let them get settled in," Karim surprised Mike from behind and slid an arm around his waist. Karim pulled him back against his chest and kissed his neck from behind in what seemed like a routine embrace for the pair. Mike turned towards Karim and kissed him fully on the lips. I looked at Navid who studied the two with a bit of shock at their openness. He'd never shown such affection towards me unless we were concealed from view.

"We will have lunch when the last pair arrives. I hope this room is comfortable for you both. We are just next door if you need anything. And um... don't worry about making noise, it's a solid wall." Karim laughed and I watched Navid's cheeks turn crimson as he forced a relaxed laugh in return. They closed our door and went back downstairs.

"You think they know we are going to do stuff together in here?" I asked Navid with a shocked whisper and sly grin. He came for me and slid his arms around me with urgency.

"Of course they do! But we shall be quiet anyways. I love the little noises I can make your body perform... but they are just for me. That is for private," Navid said and kissed me.

He hovered over me, kissing my neck as I started to move about to unpack our things. He made no effort to help and after one last kiss, he settled into the bed to play with his phone as I set up our little bathroom with our products. I couldn't complain, he'd driven the whole way and lugged everything around.

"I love this on you!" I said as I pulled out a sweater that matched his skin-tone and showed off his chest.

He just smiled at me with an appreciative nod and continued with his work on his phone. I hung up our things and then put our bags out of the way. By the time I got to the bed, Navid was passed out asleep and snoring with his phone still clutched against his chest. I set his phone on the side table and laid my head against his chest. Even in his sleep, he instinctively slid an arm around me and continued snoring.

"Hey guys. Lunch is ready," Mike whispered from the doorway a few minutes later. I had been daydreaming while Navid slept. He didn't wake up at Mike's quiet voice.

"Should we let him sleep more?" Mike asked and crept over to us quietly.

"No, he will be hungry." I started to push off Navid's chest and he started to wake up.

"What? Hungry my baby?" He said and rolled over towards me and away from Mike.

"And this smaller guest room also connects to the master bedroom..." Karim appeared at the doorway followed by Naif and Josh, and another couple I didn't know. He must have been giving them a tour of the house and we now had a full audience.

At the sound of Karim's entrance, Navid sat up with a start. He backed away from me.

"Oh! You boys were about to..." Karim started as the group studied us with knowing smiles.

"No! We... no! Just fell asleep like that accidentally!" Navid looked at me with desperate eyes like we'd just been caught in a crime. I just looked down and felt a knife slice through me.

Karim said something to him in Persian that made Navid relax. He calmed himself with a heavy sigh. Navid reached a hand towards me as the men turned and left us alone. I pulled back and turned towards the wall. Navid let out another long sigh. This was one of guilt and knowing he'd just fucked up.

"Please princess," he begged softly and put a hand on my back. He didn't pull me though. He wanted me to choose to forgive him.

I slid off the bed and walked to our little bathroom like I needed to use it. I closed the door and washed my hands as I breathed through my frustration. I hated that he felt such a great need to hide us from everyone in shame. He was ashamed of what he loved.

Before we headed down to lunch, he closed the doors and came to kiss and touch me. I realized that his shame was something deep inside him that he needed to face. I should have pushed him to face it. I should have confronted him and made him deal with it... but instead I comforted him and let him kiss his guilt away.

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After lunch, the Middle Easterners went off to the dining room to work on some business plan they wanted to include Navid in. Karim made some joke about this making the whole weekend an official business trip and tax write off.

I helped Mike clear away the lunch stuff and clean up in the kitchen. He stacked the dishes and then turned to a side counter with an enormous amount of alcohol.

"We're going to make drinks for them! I used to bartend in San Francisco!" Mike said excitedly and began pouring shots of this and that into a shaker of ice. He directed me to get four short glasses from a cabinet and I set them out so he could fill them with the brown mixture.

He put a short straw in each one and arranged them on a tray for me to take to the men in the dining room. I carried them like a waiter and passed by the two other white guys, Josh and the new guy whose name was Aaron. They were opening a bottle of wine and said they were heading out to the patio.

"Impressive! We'll make a go-go boy of you yet," Karim laughed when I walked in with their drinks. I set the tray down and handed each man one.

"You don't drink, ok my Noah?" Navid whispered under his breath as I handed him one. "If you are bored, come to me. I have game you like on my phone and you can go to nap in bed, ok?"

"I'm fine, you focus on here," I whispered back. The men were talking about their project, but I noticed more than one eye studying us and our hushed tones. I took the tray and left; Navid touched my thigh when I passed.

"The other guys took a wine bottle outside if you want to go?" I asked Mike when I came back in the kitchen.

"Oh yeah that's the first of many bottles with those two! I'm making a special cocktail for you and me." Mike laughed with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not supposed to drink," I confessed, knowing I was here to support Navid.

"I know, me either. Don't worry, it's a virgin drink but super tasty!" Mike started tossing fruit in a little blender cup.

"Your guy doesn't let you drink either?" I asked thinking Mike must be 30-something at least.

"Well no, it was both of us that decided that. I um... I don't handle alcohol so well and I don't know when to stop. This tattoo," Mike lifted his shirt to show me an anchor on his side. "I don't even remember getting it and I've never been big on anchors, so... Plus I did some hurtful things and Karim stuck by me through it all, but he helped me to quit."

"That's really awesome that you have that kind of support and you guys have been through so much together. I hope we make it that long," I mused.

"Oh honey, that boy may be fighting a very stifling culture, but he definitely isn't going anywhere. He confided everything in Karim about you. He has no one on his mind but you. He will come through it, and you are so patient to stick by him. It will pay off!" Mike sounded so hopeful as he poured our drinks that looked like smoothies into these cups that looked like hawaiian totem poles with scary faces. He put in straws and then stabbed some chunks of pineapple with these little plastic swords.

"C'mon let's go catch up on the gossip with the guys. We have a long time before our men are finished with this project," Mike said and nudged me out of the kitchen as he carried our drinks.

I spent the next few hours under a big umbrella on comfortable lounge chairs around a table as the three guys dished about their lives of massages, workouts, clubs, and other things that seemed like a distant future to me. Mike ran back in every 20 minutes or so to make the guys more drinks or bring them snacks. I could see how much he loved being the helpful host to his man. I wondered if someday I'd be like that with Navid. Would we survive and make it to that?

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By dinnertime, Navid was a little drunk along with the rest of the crew besides me and Mike. It was kind of funny to watch his inhibitions fade. We all settled into chairs wide enough for two around a fire pit in the backyard that opened up to the beach and sunset. Navid slid an arm around me and I snuggled into his chest as Karim and Mike worked the grill.

"I'm so proud of you," He whispered to me.

"I helped clean up and the guys were nice to me. I want this to work out for you. They're cool guys," I said back in a low voice as the other guys were joking around about something.

"No, I mean. I am proud to have you with me. You here in my arms. I am sorry for earlier when I freak out. I know it damage your feelings. I feel so bad for that," Navid said as he held me under one arm and rubbed my leg with his other hand. "I don't deserve my Noah."

"I know you have to work through things, but um these guys would be more shocked at seeing you NOT be affectionate with me. They know we're together. It's ok here." I kissed his cheek quickly. He brought a hand to my cheek and turned my face to his. He put his lips on mine and rubbed my face as his tongue slid inside.

We kissed for a few minutes and then noticed everyone was quiet. We stopped and turned to look at everyone eyeing us.

"Uhh, dinner's ready guys unless you need some alone time," Karim said with a laugh. He then said something in his language which must have been funny because most of the guys laughed, including Navid. I laid my head against his shoulder as Navid yelled a reply that must have been an offensive joke judging from the laughs it got. He kept his arm around me.

"Do you two want your own plates this time or share one like you did on the dinner boat?" Mike asked as we all came over to the buffet he had set up. Karim set down a big plate of meat, fresh from the grill.

"Just one, Noah doesn't eat so much," Navid said as he pulled me by the hand.

"You remember that?" I asked Mike with surprise as Navid took only one plate and nudged me towards the food. He put a mix of things on the plate as he gently pushed me along by bumping his bulge against my butt while he hummed some Persian beat. He was happy.

"You two were so cute together! You were so happy in his lap, of course we all saw it," Mike was referring to Navid pulling me onto his lap during the fireworks show.

"Our boys have bonded," Karim noted to Navid as we settled in around the outdoor dining table.

"It is good, Noah can learn from yours," Navid said and set the plate between us. He rubbed my hair playfully and went to get another drink.

"I've never seen him loosen up like this," I said to the two men as the other couples sat in the empty chairs.

"He has the weight of his culture, his religion upon him. He is drunk and so he forgets it. Mike here had the same thing." Karim put a supportive arm around his partner.

"You're from Iran?" I asked knowing that didn't sound right.

"Um no," Mike laughed. "I'm from Utah, very traditional Mormon family. I left home at 17, bus to Reno. My father believed that any sin could be beaten out of someone. I didn't stick around for more of it."

"Here in America? For real?" I asked.

"For real what, my Noah?" Navid showed up behind me with a drink for him and a juice for me. Mike filled him in on his story as Navid nodded knowingly.

"Much of the world is not ok to be yourself, choose your own path... is so different here," Navid said and kissed my cheek. He offered me a piece of chicken from his fork.

"But I will do what it takes to be with my love," Navid continued. "I am slave to my heart and Noah holds it inside him." He was getting sappy and his right hand had slid down to my ass.

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Navid had wanted to play around when we'd made it upstairs, but alcohol made him both sleepy and tender. He kissed and touched me as he yawned and insisted he wanted to play around. A few minutes into me sucking on that beautiful Persian cock however, he fell asleep with his hand on the back of my head. I didn't notice at first, but then realized his hand was just resting on my head, not gripping my hair and guiding me like he loved to do. So I pulled his shorts back up and went to brush my teeth.

I wasn't sure how bad he was going to feel when he woke up, but when I opened my eyes the next morning he was there in their in the corner doing his Muslim prayers as always. He had tucked me in and slid a pillow under my cheek where his chest usually supported me. He had his back to me, stretching that beautiful ass for me to spring a tent in my briefs.

It always reminds me of yoga when he does his prayers. He is up and down constantly as he sings his song of prayer in quiet tones. I never did ask him what language he prays in. I assumed it would be Persian. He finished and I snapped my eyes closed again.

As was his routine, he would come over to the bed afterwards and pray his whispered song over me as I slept. Some mornings I would wake up during that part and I'd instantly feel regret for missing the part I liked to watch. He finished and kissed my forehead while I pretended to just be waking up.

I looked up at him with a yawn as he pet my hair and wished me good morning.

"I drink so much last night, is not good. I am sorry I fall asleep on you. Thank you for put water and advil by my bed table. I wake up in middle of night and needed it. Now I feel ok. You always take care of me my love," Navid said with a tone of regret.

I looked at the bedside table where there was a half empty bottle of water and one of those little dixie cups you put a few pills in. Except... I didn't put it there. Mike must have come in after we'd fallen asleep and put them there. He knew how to take care of a night of drinking.

I wasn't embarrassed that he'd seen us cuddled up together. Navid had shown him that we were very much in love. Still, it was a little unsettling to know that someone had come in there while we slept.

"Oh, yeah. No worries. It was nice to see you let your guard down like that," I covered for Mike. Navid would have been very embarrassed to know someone had watched us.

He leaned down and kissed me and then slid his arms around my back to pull me up into his chest. He was on a mission this morning and kissed me with a rising need growing in his shorts. I rubbed his bulge as it thickened up along his thigh. His tight, muscled chest heaved with breath as he leaned forward and pushed me back against the blanket.

"I need fuck you so bad, my baby. You want this, yes?" Navid grabbed his cock and whipped it out of the shorts and then shoved them down his legs and off as he climbed over me. He walked on his knees up my body until his cock was arced in a sword over my face. It flopped down and hit my nose as I inhaled his musk.

"Yes sir, please fuck me," I licked my tongue up the underside of his shaft as he looked down at me to watch the power he had over my body. He put the tip of his cock to my lips and pushed it in. It used to hurt my jaw to take too much of him in, but my body was getting used to his exaggerated size. More than that, it started to crave it. I found myself reaching for his lap to feel the outline of his always thick meat. It was my security, my grounding force, my rock.

He shoved his cock in and out of my mouth a few more times as I coated it with spit and then stood and got off the bed. He flipped me over onto my stomach and then grabbed the waistband at the back of my briefs. He lifted me up to my knees and pushed me forward towards the pillows. He got behind me on the bed and pushed me forward to bend over the pillows.

"It's so beautiful!" I noted as I caught sight of the morning beach from the window behind our bed. The sun was rising over the ocean and we paused together to take it in.

"It is no more beautiful than the sight I wake up to every morning with my Noah," Navid whispered from behind me and kissed my ear. He was leaning over me and his thick cock laid against my hole. He started to hump against me as we watched the sunrise and an older man in expensive running gear using the sand as his morning track.

"Oh! Noah! Look what I find in the side table," Navid exclaimed suddenly as he lifted up off of me. I turned to the side, hugging the pillow, as I looked to see. Navid pulled out a sampling of little packages.

"What's that?" I asked as he brought them towards me. "Oh, lube! Woah every kind too," I laughed.

"Not so loud, my Noah!" Navid whispered. "What would my baby like for his bottom?"

"They have cherry! That just sounds weird," I laughed.

"No flavors, I like the taste of my princess." Navid stroked his cock while I browsed.

I picked out a silver package and Navid said it was a good kind he had used before.

"With who? A guy? Do I know him?" I let my curiosity get the better of me.