This was exactly what he needed. He’d fuck thoughts of Cooper out of his head, and maybe it would give Wes a little bit of peace, too.
The drive home felt quicker than it should. Noah was in a daze for part of it, but the second he closed the door behind them, he saw clear and knew what he wanted.
Sex. Release.
Noah’s lips came down hard on Wes’s. Their tongues battled for dominance, Wes obviously wanting it as much as Noah. The temperature in his body went up about a million degrees, his cock instantly going hard. This is what he loved about being with a man—the fight, the fact that he didn’t have to hold back and hoped like hell the other guy wouldn’t with him either.
Noah pulled away. “Take off your shirt.”
Wes didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Noah only gave himself a few seconds to enjoy the view, before backing Wes up until he hit the wall. There was a clattering sound, something on the wall maybe, but he didn’t take the time to pay attention.
Noah crushed his body against Wes’s. Wes leaned forward but Noah pulled back, out of his reach. “What do you like?”
Wes smiled. “I’m verse, but tonight I want to be fucked. It doesn’t mean I won’t try and take control though.”
Just what he wanted to hear. He loved being in control, loved driving another man wild. Didn’t mean he didn’t like the battle for it, though.
Noah ripped his shirt over his head. Wes groaned, his eyes on the piercing in his nipples. Noah smiled. Like he’d told Cooper, men liked it.
Shit. Why did he have to go and think about Coop right now? The whole point was to get his friend out of his head.
He pressed his mouth to Wes’s again. The other man’s fingers went to the button on Noah’s pants, pushing it through the hole, then ran his hand through Noah’s hair. Noah let his lips trail down Wes’s throat. Pulled him away from the wall, stumbling toward his room.
That’s when he saw him. Cooper. Standing at the base of the stairs, in nothing but pair of jeans like Noah and Wes. His eyes were riveted on them, blazing with fire that Noah wished could possibly mean Cooper wanted him. He could pretend that wasn’t what he wanted, but he knew it would be a lie.
“Aw, fuck. You’re with someone?” Wes asked.
Noah couldn’t look away from Cooper when he answered. “No.” His heart thundered, his hands fisted yet he didn’t know why. Noah forced himself to break eye contact with Coop, and looked at Wes. He owed him an explanation for whatever the hell his weirdness was. “He’s my roommate.”
Then he looked at Cooper again. “I didn’t think you’d be home tonight.”
He stood there for what felt like hours, studying Noah, before turning and walking up the stairs. Noah let out a heavy breath, his erection long gone. Too many thoughts crowded his brain, questions about Cooper’s reaction, and then guilt for whatever confusion this caused Wes.
When he looked at the other man, he was already grabbing his shirt. Noah closed his eyes and shook his head before saying, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that was about.”
“Then you’re a fool.” Wes pulled the black T-shirt over his head.
I wish. “It’s not that. He’s straight. He just found out I’m gay, and this is the first time he’s seen me with someone. I’m guessing, it was harder for him to accept than he thought.”
Wes chuckled. “It would have been fun.”
“Yeah…yeah it would have. Maybe we still could—”
“No.”
Noah figured Wes was right. “Let me walk you out.” He followed Wes to his truck. When they got there, he leaned over in the seat, scribbled something on a piece of paper and then handed it to Noah.
“Depending on Chelle, I’ll be around for a while. Gimme a call if you ever want to have a drink again.”
The tone of Wes’s voice told him that’s all it would ever be. And he was okay with that. He liked the guy. He could hang out with him. “Thanks for understanding—not that I really have a clue what’s going on.”
Wes nodded.
“Take care of your sister. I hope she’s okay.”
Wes started the truck, and he was gone. Noah sighed, but didn’t have much time to try and figure out why in the fuck, Cooper had walked away from him because he heard the house door close. Coop walked around the side of the house with a woman, to where he assumed they’d parked.
Fuck. Maybe that was it. Coop had brought someone home, and Noah having someone there at the same time, made him uncomfortable.
Or maybe…he wished like hell, Wes could have been right.