~Ian~

The skies were drizzling happily as I stood on the window, tapping my foot in excitement.

The clouds were a light tint of grey as they spread in the sky, providing shade to the world below.

Sometime later, I could see the sun trying to peek from behind, giving a beautiful silver lining to the clouds.

A couple of children were running down the street, giggling.

I smiled to myself. Why was everything so perfect today?

~Noah~

I sang happily, jumping around.

I was finally cleaning the house, since I was going to have someone over.

Ian. A beautiful name.

I could imagine the guy being very beautiful himself. It would just be like a silver lining to the magnificent personality he seemed to carry.

I took a sneak peek out of the window and saw that the drizzling had stopped and there was a silver lining to the clouds above.

I almost giggled. It was like an omen or something, the guy was going to be beautiful I just knew it!

I wondered if he would stay over for dinner. We had planned to meet at my house at six because coincidently and advantageously, he lived nearby.

It was four in the afternoon as I changed the sheets and tidied up the bedroom.

Hooking up with someone was not like me. But it was a very good initiative to transform my clingy personality to a...well, less clingy one.

Moreover, it had been a long while and I needed a release.

I needed someone to make me feel good, and I had a feeling that Ian was just going to be it; the change I needed.

After all the cleaning and cooking, I took a look at the clock and gasped as I saw the time to be 6.30.

I rushed over to the mirror and gave myself a once over. I looked dirty and worn out.

I panicked as I rummaged through my closet, figuring out what to wear. I took my white shirt out, because one of my ex's once complimented me that I looked good in white.

I quickly buttoned it up and changed into my favourite dark grey jeans.

He could come anytime. I bit my lip in anxiety. It was almost like I was getting cold feet. I just hoped that it didn't go embarrassing.

~Ian~

I pressed the doorbell and waited for a while, shifting on my feet nervously.

It wasn't something to be nervous about, I reminded myself. It wasn't like I was a virgin. It was just that the last time I gotten laid was during the first year of college.

Soon, the door was opened by a man very red in the face.

I almost blushed seeing him. He was outstanding!

"H-hey!" he greeted with a cute smile and brough his hand forward, "Noah,"

I took his hand in mine and almost squeezed it hard. It was so soft!

"Ian," I replied and nodded, almost smiling.
He withdrew his hand and I began missing it already. What was wrong with me?

"Come in," he said and stepped aside to make way for me to enter.

I entered the small, cosy house. It was simply decorated and the place screamed that there was just one soul residing in it.

"Have a seat," Noah said gesturing to the couch near the television.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I proposed.

As rude as it sounded, I hadn't come there for a date, I just wanted action.

Noah blushed deeper and nodded which seemed like it was more to himself than to me.
"Sure," he replied and gestured me to follow him.

He led me up the small stairs to his bedroom which was quite neat and simple as compared to mine.
I shut the door loosely behind us and we stood there awkwardly for a while.

"So when are you deciding to take your clothes off?" I asked, causing him to look a little taken aback.

"Uh...n-now?" He asked, biting his lip in the end, causing the mini me down there to harden.

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow in a 'duh' sort of way.

He began unbuttoning slowly, looking down at his shirt.
He was taking too much time and time was something too precious for me to waste in even foreplay, let alone shyness or uncertainty.

"Here, let me." I said, stepping towards him and starting to unbutton his shirt myself.

The proximity of his body to mine, and the brushing of his fingers against my knuckles, made my private areas go wild.

I just had to have him now.

He stood still, getting redder from his face to the neck while I flung his shirt open to reveal his flawless front.

For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off his chest.

I forced myself to look up and saw him biting his lip again. I ran my hands around his waist and secured them at his back while he started unbuttoning me, my heart jumping with joy to finally have him in my arms.

After he was done, he placed his hands on my chest, looking down at it. He then slowly lifted his head to look up at me.

I almost lost myself in the blue of his eyes and then suddenly realised that he was bending his head forward.

Before he could connect our lips, I took mine to his ear and bit it softly, earning a very soft gasp from him.

I kissed down his jawline and then his neck, discovering his soft spot when he moaned out loud and clutched my shoulders tight.

He caught a fistful of my hair when I backed him against the nearest wall and went down to suck on his delicious nipples.

I never thought I would get into foreplay, but I couldn't keep myself from devouring each and every part of him.

My erection had begun to ache after a while and I just had to strip him completely and push him onto the bed, on all fours.

I pulled the condom up and then rubbed a little of my saliva at his totally unprepared hole. With an almost inaudible groan of excitement, I entered him, making him let out a sound of cry.

I overlapped my hands on his and sucked on his ear lobes while drilling into him. His warm and tight channel was the definition of heaven to my desperate member. I didn't take it slow to let it build. I went right at it.

"Ahh, fuck!" He hissed as I hit inside repeatedly. Every pounding he received was harder than the previous ones. He threw his head back and I saw his eyes rolling to his head before they closed and he stopped being stiff--letting me have my way with him.

I filled him with all of my length, giving him the pleasure I knew he'd have after the pain resides.

We switched positions, doing it sideways. I wrapped his leg around mine as my cock drove itself in and out of him. He was red and sweaty and was shaking uncontrollably. It was so fucking sexy. I wrapped my fingers around his neck and pressed my lips to his cheek as I drilled. My left hand was tightly holding his and my right one was looped around his waist. This was my favourite position.

I was reaching my climax soon, so I stroked him too. We unloaded together with a series of moans, gasps and grunts; he onto the sheets and me into the condom.

After collecting some much-needed breath, I pulled out of him and rolled to the other side of the bed before getting up.

Discarding the condom to the waste basket I spotted in the corner, I re-dressed with my knees and hands feeling a little tired, as I kept my eyes on him.

He got into a sitting position, then looked up at me and smiled. He had a very soft looking face—even better after the sex— like he was some harmless little creature on the planet, pure and innocent, and one who needed attention. And I was unconsciously giving it to him.

I was so lost in him, I couldn't even care to force a smile back.

But I wanted no emotions to be exchanged with my bed buddy, so I forced myself to snap out of it and look away.

He dressed himself up too and began collecting the dirty sheets. It was pretty visible that he was even more tired than me.

"So...goodbye?" I said, hoping he'll just say a goodbye back. Instead, he dropped the sheets aside and walked over to me.

He placed his hands on my chest and smiled up at me. That smile almost made me go weak again. It was so powerful in itself that it felt like he could control me just by smiling like that.

He then proceeded to place his lips on mine but I turned my head away on time.

He pulled away a little and I looked back at him. His face dropped, clearly hurt even though he tried not to show it by smiling a little awkwardly. If he wanted feelings, then I wasn't the one for him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly.

"I don't want to kiss you." I stated simply and he looked up at me with offence and hurt mixed in those addictive eyes of his.

"Okay," was all he said, in a voice so sweet that it churned something in me I didn't want to churn.

I quickly stepped away from him and walked out.

A/N: So this is it! They finally meet!

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