~Noah~

"Mr. Hart!" A little girl called to me, making her way over to my desk with a little bag on her shoulders.

The class had gotten over and everybody had already left, except me and that little lady over there.

"Yes Sheryl?" I asked, checking notifications on my phone. I barely had any.Except at nights ofcourse.

"Mr. Hart, I love you."

I jumped slightly.

"What?" I chuckled crouching down to her level as she neared me.

"I love you Mr. Hart!" she repeated with a very cute smile on her little five year old lips.

Smiles tend to have a great impact on people. They are contagious, they make you feel content inside and they also give you a kind of warmth that makes you feel wanted and loved.

"I love you too, Sher. And all the other children." I replied taking her little hands in mine.

"No Mr. Hart." She said, now stomping her foot in irritation, "I love you!"

I smiled and payed my gratitude "Why thank you, young lady."

She smiled brightly at me at that and dipped her head forward.

"Now kiss me, Mr. Hart"

I backed away immediately.

"What!" I couldn't help but raise my voice in surprise, which startled the little girl.

"Sheryl...I..." I couldn't believe I was unable to form a proper sentence to refuse a child as little as that!

"But I love you Mr. Hart!" she cried with newly formed tears, "Why won't you kiss me?"

"Sheryl dear. It's wrong to say things like that, especially to your teacher," came a voice from the door and both of us turned to see the approaching mother.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Hart," She apologized with worried eyes as she lifted her crying daughter in her arms.

"It's no problem Mrs..."

"Davidson."

"Yeah, sorry. Um..Mrs. Davidson. She's just an innocent child." I replied with a sheepish smile.

I couldn't believe a five year old just confessed to me!

I drove myself home and couldn't help thinking how it would've been better if it were a certain twenty year old...

~Ian~

I hummed while I cooked dinner for mom and myself.

All there was in my head was the next evening. I was going to see him again, touch him again, hold him again, taste him again, see his smile again...

Wait. Did I say smile?
Something was wrong with me.

"Ian!" My mother's voice echoed from the living room.
She had finally arrived.

"Yeah, mom?" I called back, continuing with the cooking.
I had been a little late today because I had gone to the park for a walk, just thinking about things. Okay, about Noah.

I was thinking too much about him. It was abnormal for me. He made me feel confused and helpless. All I had to do was close my eyes and he would pop up in my mind with that pretty smile of his.

I hated how he made my head want to stay away from him and at the same time, compelled my heart to stick to him. I hated how he smiled at every other thing. But that godforsaken smile! How was he managing to do this to me?

"What's gotten you frowning?"

I turned towards the kitchen door to spot my mother leaning against the doorframe.

"Just stuff," I replied, shrugging.

She came over to sit at the table.

"Someone on your mind?" She asked from her sitting self, behind me.

"No." I lied.

She didn't reply. I could feel her smirking behind my back.

I rolled my eyes and continued cooking.

We ate in silence, as usual and then went up to our rooms, exchanging 'good nights' and kisses.

When I was within the confines of my room, I couldn't help but wonder if I was too obvious.
My mother could tell that there was someone on my mind. Did anyone else notice too?

I didn't want anyone to know. Especially not Noah.
I didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

I didn't want feelings and emotions. I hoped that he saw that.

The next day when I found myself at his doorstep again, I talked myself into not falling in the trap of his doll face and treating him just like I had.

He could stop calling me over if he wished. But I was not going to make myself go soft on him.

That thought stung for a moment, but ceased as soon as I saw the door being opened. He stood in front of me.

For a moment I saw his smile making an appearance, but he soon replaced it with a poker face and nodded at me.

"Come in." He said, his tone getting a little deeper, unlike the one I remembered from last week.

I went inside behind him and he walked up to his bedroom straight away, me following close.

We entered his room and I shut the door behind us and waited.

I almost expected him to say something, and I must say I was a little shocked when I saw him stripping himself without even throwing me a glance.

Nonetheless, I eyed his revealed skin like a hungry dog, but something still felt missing and I couldn't quite place what it was.

"Uh..." I trailed, not knowing what to say but wanting to hear his voice. I realized his voice was missing.

He raised his brows at me. His smile was missing too.

As if it matters! I scolded myself in the head and shrugged before stripping too and going over to his naked body with an erection in place.

He looked straight into my eyes for a while and then diverted it as if he couldn't do it anymore. He was trying to mask himself to be tough and ignorant, but I knew how soft he was inside. I had seen it all yesterday; seen it out and clear.

I held his face in my hands, lifting it upwards and bending down to press my lips to his neck.

He shivered slightly and it made me feel good. I liked having that effect on him.

I nibbled on his ear, pulling him tight against my chest and grinding my hard cock against his own. His laboured breathing hit my ears and I fondled with his balls, enjoying his efforts of keeping himself from moaning. He was so irresistible.

I continued with the foreplay for a while till my aching erection begged me to penetrate him already and make him wiggle and moan in my arms endlessly.

So, I ravished his body again. I pushed him by the chest so his back hit the bed. He pushed himself against the headboard as I crawled to him, lining the head of my dick at the rim of his hole.

When I rammed into him, I saw his mask falling off. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp before he screamed when I went all the way in. It was so much better in missionary— I could see what I made him feel, what I made him want.

His eyes were back to being their beautiful blues, his teeth were biting his lips the same way, he was that shade of red that looked stunning on him, and most importantly, he was looking at me like he had last time— softly and with...affection.

I groaned.

This wasn't me. I never thought so much about this before. I never associated so much meaning to sex! Then why now?

I went harder and faster on him, trying to get the emotional shit out of my head. Simultaneously, I bent down to bite his nipples and he cried in the sexiest way someone would've ever cried. He tugged at my hair, making me moan.

I loved having my body attached to his, I loved having him to myself.

"Ahh!" He continued to scream and I continued to groan, both of us rushing to our orgasm.

About a minute later, we both released.

I dropped down next to him to catch my breath. I had gone really hard this time and was insanely tired now.

The bed dipped further and I saw him sitting up and then walking out the door.

I remained in my position, speechless.

I wanted to ask what was wrong with him but couldn't because I was aware that I was being the same kind of moron to him.

I stood up too, throwing away the condom in a waste basket in the corner of the room, just like I had last time. I took my time since my limbs felt non functional.

When I had just zipped my jeans up, he came back into the room with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and little drops of water were trailing down his chest.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt like...hugging him.

I groaned at my stupid self again and that made him look at me questioningly while he walked over to his closet.

"Uh...I should get going. Bye?" I spoke, this time hoping he would atleast look at me and smile, atleast once.

But he just nodded, shuffling through hangers and muttered a barely audible 'bye'.

I opened my mouth and then closed it back again. I wanted to say so much but there was nothing I could actually say.

Even after having the best sex I had ever had; this time, I wasn't satisfied as I walked out.

The tenth chapter finally!

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