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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:12 am
Acutely aware of how his touch, even one as simple as a hand sliding across his back, affected the other man, Noah grinned at the tension he could feel beneath his fingertips. In fact, he was still wearing the cheeky grin when he popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed, staring far more intently than necessary at his partner. As if to feign innocence, a dark red brow arched as if to say what, did I do something?.
When he received no answer besides Paul shoveling food into his garbage disposal of a mouth, Noah resumed picking at his own food at a slower speed. Binge eating had never been his thing after all.
Attention drawn to his choice of short’s wear and he shrugged. “Yours or mine, does it matter?” He didn’t seem to care one way or another with the noncommittal way he waved his fork around. “They’re comfortable and even if they are yours, I wear them better.”
Frankly, anything of Paul’s that he wore looked better on him and the look on his smug face said that he knew Paulie agreed.
Picking at his food some more, he managed to eat about a third of what he’d dropped on the plate before he resorted to pushing it around his plate. “Better, not good, but better.” He shrugged as if headaches were not uncommon for him, because they weren’t. “S’not a migraine yet, so we can still get more s**t done. It’s just been a long a** day.”
Noah was ready for bed, among some other before bed activities they hadn’t had time for in more than a few days.
“Pent up aggression, haven’t been able to take it out on my favorite outlet yet.” Gray eyes snapped up to watch violet ones react to the comment. “Looks like it’ll have to wait a little longer too, until we get the pool ready.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:13 am
He grunted at the eyebrow raise. ******** tease.
“Should make you give ‘em back, out of principle.”
But he didn't, not when it meant pausing their meal and knowing it was rare enough to convince the redhead to eat grease as it was without giving a reason to interrupt him.
Noah managed to eat a few forkfuls before he started his ritual of playing with his food as opposed to eating it, as if he'd reverted back to an eight year old version of himself. He already ate like a goddamn bird, barely picking at enough things to qualify as “eating” a meal, but Paul said nothing as watchful eyes noted the amount he'd managed to stomach before the nibbling ceased.
It was mid-afternoon but he had to agree with his significant other: it had indeed been a long-a** day. A shower and a full night's rest would probably do them both good; it wasn't as if the boxes were going anywhere in the meantime.
His next comment caught Paul’s attention in more than one way, up until he finished his statement about the goddamn pool, of all things. He would have sulked, had he not noticed the way Noah was staring back at him. Again, ******** tease.
“Got some aggression of my own to take out.” The fork clattered onto the plate, his mountain of food halfway destroyed as he straightened himself up, both palms resting on the counter. Wine met storm as he snorted, “Ain't gonna do it by swimming, though.”
One hand picked up the plate while the other stretched out towards Noah’s, the universal gesture of you finished? “We've got other needs to take care of before I call it a day. You can go back to napping, if you'd rather.”
He paused, the straight line across his face contorting into a wry smile. “For now, at least. May need your assistance with my aggression later.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:16 am
“But you won’t.” Noah stated plainly, because he knew his partner wouldn’t want to deal with the inevitable fight and bad mood that would result if he tried to. His moodiness was a hat toss anyway and the redhead went from one mood to another in the time it took someone to blink. Paul wouldn’t want to deal with that, not today, and he knew that.
Soon enough, the fork was dropped onto the plate and the meal abandoned. While he didn’t care to waste food, it had only been recently that they could afford to, Noah couldn’t make himself eat more even if he tried. Paul’s clattering fork earned the man’s attention and he pushed the plate forward, clearly not even entertaining the idea that he’d keep picking at it.
They both knew better by now.
“I’ve noticed,” he replied idly, pushing his seat back so he could stand. Some stretching was done, trying to work out all the kinks created by the long drive stuck in the car and all the strain and aches created by moving. There was still plenty he needed to unpack and organize but he was so close to calling it a day.
The jab however, made up his mind. <******** off.” A middle finger accompanied his biting words. “If I left you to your own devices we’d look like we lived in a dumpster.” It had been years since Paul lived on his own, but Noah remembered clearly the state of the bachelor pad that only became decent when he started spending more time there than in his dorm room.
“We’ll see how I feel,” he replied with a smirk. “Might not be interested in your method of release.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:19 am
He abruptly proceeded to dump the remains of their leftovers in with the remaining rice in their cartons. Chances were high that Noah wouldn’t bother nuking the Chinese for a second (much less a third) time so it didn’t matter to Paul whether or not they were put back in gracefully or not. He’d eat it when Noah was off at work or doing his own thing - if there was one thing Paul wasn’t, it was picky when it came to what he shoved down his gullet.
An eyebrow rose at Noah’s counter, the fork making an ear-grating sound as the metal utensil scraped the remains of Noah’s plate into the box after disposing of his own. It wasn’t until he was sure that the food had been returned to its containers that he bothered looking up, the redhead spreading out where he stood like a lazy cat splayed across the ground. The look was accompanied by a scowl as the younger man flipped him the bird - and here Paul thought he was being ********’ cordial, letting him take a nap while he unpacked and s**t.
High maintenance priss, <******** trying to be nice, grumpy ********.” The insult was accompanied by a snort as he gathered the boxes in his arms and made his way to the fridge. It was pitifully empty, save for a box of baking soda and a few pieces of fruit that the real estate agent must have left as part of her welcoming gift. Overachieving, as far as Paul was concerned. The fruit was shoved aside as the boxes were given a new home, the older man making a mental note to do a grocery store run first thing in the morning to fix their lack of food issue.
He rolled his eyes at the mention of his former style of living. Sure, he wasn’t the cleanest - but who gave a ******** when it had just been him? Paper plates replaced the need for real dishes and plastic cups from various eateries had filled his cabinets, as takeout had been the main food group of his personal pyramid - a guy couldn’t survive off of ramen and boiled hot dogs forever, after all.
Paul could still remember Noah’s face the first time one of his shoes tumbled their way under his bed. Pushing away discarded clothes and looking underneath had about taken two years off the redhead’s life (at least, judging by the face that had resurfaced from beneath the furniture), the gangly young man having been forced to pull his shoe from between empty bottles and other forgotten paraphernalia. Paul’d been forced to turn over a new leaf whether he’d wanted to or not, Noah being the drive behind cleaning and reorganizing the apartment. Even after establishing his new habits, s**t, he’d changed in what was it, four, five years?
Well, he’d changed a little, at least.
“Go make yourself useful, then.” He finally huffed, closing the fridge door as he glanced around the kitchen. Most everything had already been arranged in the room, which left the remainder of the house in need of tackling. First things first, though. “I’m going to go set up the television. Go screw in lightbulbs or put up books or...” His hand waved aimlessly, “Whatever. Something.”
If he was lucky, the game would still be on - or at least a decent recap of it.
Heavy footsteps made their way into the living room, one large hand gripping the doorframe as he glanced behind to pause for a moment, “And no worries if you can’t help me. I mean, I can always help myself, if I need to.”
He knew better but he winked anyways, disappearing into the living room.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:23 am
Gray eyes followed Paul’s movements around the kitchen and Noah attempted to resist wrinkling his nose in disgust as everything was piled back into one container before they were all shoved into the fridge. The man was right in his line of thinking as the redhead definitely wouldn’t be touching chinese leftovers, especially when he barely touched them when they were fresh.
It wasn’t that the food was bad, he had just developed into a picky eater who was very conscious of what he put into his body. His is was a lifestyle that wasn’t exactly easy to maintain on a budget and yet, somehow he managed.
Noah had been working off a meager budget since he had been twelve.
“Ah, ******** off.” He snapped, in response to anything and everything Paul had said to him. “Christ, you’re always such a d**k. Enjoy your brain numbing s**t game then. You can take care of yourself, but so can I.” Once again irritable, the redhead disappeared from the kitchen without another word. Heavy footsteps could be heard going up the stairs because there was another room up there to be unpacked.
Later, he’d make his way into the garage to unpack the boxes that contained his gardening gear and arranging them neatly in the spaces that the garage provided. It was clear enough now that they would likely be able to fit both of their cars in. Boxes had taken up too much space before and when he was done, their recycling bin was full.
Inside, he knew there was still a trove of boxes for him to unpack, but he was done for the day. Books would have to wait and he would have to rearrange the living room later, when Paul was gone just to keep the man from bitching again.
Instead, upon entering from the garage, he busied himself with rearranging their shoes on the shoe rack by the door and adding his pair on it. From there, he disappeared back out to the patio, smokes in hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:25 am
The anger had returned in Noah’s voice, judging by the response he received from the younger man. It was all Paul needed to hear to keep his distance and remain in the living room as the redhead stormed off upstairs. There were certain levels of Noah’s anger that could be approachable, in theory, and the scruffy looking man could even pride himself on being able to make judgement calls in most situations, thanks to the years of having lived with the long-legged pissant.
This… this was not an approachable anger. No joking, no cajoling and certainly no other means could assuage the rabid beast and Paul would sooner wrestle a pissed off gator than to try to tame the likes of Noah Jones in this particular mood.
So keeping that in mind, he busied himself with the wires behind the television set and cable box, keeping one ear out for the footsteps overhead. Heavy ones interpreted into angry ones while lighter steps meant his temper had calmed itself. With a headache on top of exhaustion, Paul may as well have tossed the lanky ******** into bed and told him to sleep it off, but Paul valued having ten fingers and had absolutely no intentions of losing any of them any time soon.
By the time he’d gotten the television set working, all of the current games had finished up and highlight reel after highlight reel were being played. He kept the volume on mute and eyed the rolling banner at the bottom of the screen for scores, as opposed to actually listening to what the anchor had to say about the plays. He wasn’t going to risk having the sound irritate his partner any more than he already was - first night at their new house and he wasn’t about to spend it breaking in the ******** guest room or the couch, thanks.
Thick fingers sorted out the cords and cables, arranging them in a half-decent manner that wouldn’t cause him regret the next time he needed to jimmy around with anything. Satisfied with his work, he gripped the side of the entertainment center and lifted himself up with a low groan. Moving so many boxes in such little time had taken its toll on his bones - the appeal of testing out the new large tub upstairs was appealing, but not if the little redheaded monster was still rampaging upstairs. Nope, no ********’ sir.
Rolling his eyes, he took hold of two of the large boxes labeled workout and descended the door leading towards the basement. While he’d been indifferent about moving, the idea of getting an entire room dedicated to his workout equipment… well, it had made him more enthusiastic about the prospect of moving, at least. The basement was large and spacious, Paul’s gaze scanning the area as he used the side of his shoulder to flick on the lights leading down the wooden staircase. A few mats, maybe a stereo or something and it would work fine. He could burn off his own steam without punching holes into walls and work on an exercise regime that didn’t invade the small room that had been used both as his workout area and Noah’s at-home study. Now they had their own space and the basement could be his personal man-cave… well, of sorts.
It didn’t take long for him to set out his pitiful arrangement of weights and gear. A lot of the second-hand machines he’d gotten from pawn shops and thrift stores had been donated back to the garbage in lieu of adding more space to the moving van. There had been a promise of getting new, nicer s**t for his room and he could be patient for it. He would be patient for it. In the meantime, however, the room would continue to look lonely and empty as ******** the time he’d made it back upstairs after mentally arranging where everything would go (once obtained, of course), Noah was arranging shoes on the shoe rack like the meticulous ******** he was. Paul froze as he saw the tall man stalk away from the shelving unit and didn’t exhale until he’d grabbed his cigarettes and retreated back to the patio.
That patio and Noah were becoming best friends, apparently.
There wasn’t a beer to grab, much to his chagrin, nor had the liquor cabinet made its way into existence in the new house. While Noah had his smoking, Paul had a limited number of options on what he could do to unwind at the moment.
Fingers strummed against the cabinet as he watched the redhead light another cigarette. God only knew how many more he’d have before the end of the day, at this rate. God save him when the carton ran out. But the presence of nicotine also meant it was safer to be around the dragon he’d married, so he didn’t think twice before sliding the patio door open for a second time that afternoon, his scruff-covered face immediately greeted by a blast of hot, summer air.
It was hard to ignore the humidity, but he did his best as he slid the door shut behind him and leaned his weight casually against it as hands rose to form the timeout signal - or truce, in this case - before rising to fold themselves across his chest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:26 am
Noah had been waiting, having taken notice of Paul’s appearance on the stairs, with a cigarette between two fingers unlit. The carton sat to the left of him so that when his partner stepped out, there was no risk of crushing the box and the six smokes that remained. In his other hand was the lighter, thumb poised to set it ablaze and he hadn’t.
“Living room looks halfway decent,” he stated, giving as much of a compliment as Paul could expect from his crabby partner. The smoke was positioned between his teeth and he lit it. Lighter tucked back into the carton he took a long drag and exhaled slowly, a long trail of smoke curling into the air before him.
Noah let silence fill the space between them while he contemplated what he might say. In the end, he merely patted the space next to him and looked up at his somewhat imposing looking partner. “Sit the ******** down, Paulie.” His words were as biting as they always were but his expression seemed softer, almost pleading like. “Don’t wanna be ******** pissy anymore so sit your a** down.”
Once he did, Paul would be rewarded with a cranky redhead forcing his arm around his shoulders so he could lean into the well built chest of his husband. “Moving pisses me off.” He announced, like that had been in question at all. “I’m done for the day.” Which meant that Paul had to be done too as far as he was concerned.
“Can’t do most of the other s**t until we get our new s**t. I’ll do the bookcase tomorrow, don’t have enough ******** to give tonight.” Taking another drag he looked up at his spouse, blowing smoke from the side of his mouth to avoid doing it directly in Paul’s face. “We did good, Paul. We’re never gonna have to go back to that shithole again.”
He was grateful to leave Albany behind and never look back.
There was only one thing that he cared about keeping with him from that place and that was the man seated next to him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:29 am
Silently, he watched as the the lighter rose, a calloused thumb all-too familiar with the device wasting no time in flicking the wheel until it sparked. Paul knew better than to say anything until the nicotine took effect - it was similar to their coffee consumption in the morning. Neither were expected to hold any semblance to an actual conversation with the other until they’d had caffeine in their systems; it simply wasn’t done.
His expression failed to waver as he was ordered around, not daring to even bother with crooking one eyebrow. Instead, a thin line stretched across the patch of dark bristles as he rolled one shoulder back, then the other before the older man lumbered forward to shrink the space between the two of them. The bench creaked as he took his place next to his slimmer-built partner, his arm immediately finding itself pried from off his chest by an insistent spouse. That warranted a look, but he continued to be quiet as he used his new grip on Noah’s shoulder to tug the young man against him until his head rested alongside his throat, his shoulder pressed into the crook of his arm. Fingers idly rose to brush through red locks, the base of his scalp damp with sweat from the outdoor heat. Or the move. Maybe both - whichever.
There was a snort at the moving comment. Paul had been done with the damn concept when they were first shoving all of their s**t into boxes - who the ******** knew they even owned so much stuff until it had come time to squirrel it all away into cardboard boxes and plastic tubs? He could go the rest of his life without seeing another damn box, as far as he was concerned, so the idea of calling it quits for the rest of the day was absolutely fine by him.
Paul watched as the man pressed against him turned to look up, stormy eyes meeting his as the smell of smoke filled the air. The mention of their former “shithole” finally had his mouth twitching, one end slowly rising up in a lopsided grin. Noah had hated the ******** out of his place but things hadn’t seemed so grim to him, not when they’d managed to make a home out of the only hell they could afford.
Leaning over, he pressed dry lips against the other man’s temple before drawing back as his fingers moved to gently massage the area behind the redhead’s ear.
“Yeah.” The older man’s voice rumbled quietly as he glanced over towards the bare backyard and the empty swimming pool. It wasn’t hard to imagine what it would look like in the coming weeks, once Noah got to stretch his green thumb out on more than just a couple potted plants. The pool would be filled and the landscaping would get done. Hell, even a hammock would look pretty damn comfortable, tucked back between a couple of the trees lining the fence. He’d always wanted one of those ********.
All in all, it looked like a place he could see being a forever home - something they’d talked about for years. A pipe dream goal, really, mused about over a shitty little excuse for a dinner table while sharing space in a cramped one bedroom apartment. And yet...here they were.
“I’d be okay with hanging around this place for the next while, I think.”
He squeezed the shoulder his arm was still wrapped around and Paul glanced back to the only ******** he’d ever given two shits about. “As long as you’re happy, kiddo, I’m happy.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:39 am
“God, you a ******** p***y or something? Don’t get soft on me Jonesy.” Noah snarled, though heat was definitely absent from his tone, when his temple received a kiss. A hiss quickly followed because there were fingers playing with his damn ear and the ******** knew it was a weak spot of his. What an a*****e.
Hand lifted, he attempted to swat the offending hand away only to have it drop before their knuckles even brushed because a whimper got the better of him. Sonofab***h,
“Knock it off, you know what the does to me.” He tried to sound threatening but his breath hitched and he couldn’t suppress the pleasant shudder that thrilled down his spine. His cigarette was going neglected, the tip glowing softly as ashes fell off and crumbled to the ground. If he wasn’t careful the damn thing would be wasted.
So, Noah pulled away so that he could properly smoke his cancer stick until he decided <******** it and ashed it out on the steps before discarding it in the trash bin they’d put out earlier. Long fingers laced together and he had his elbows propped up on his knees while he stared out at the yard, likely imagining the same s**t- minus the hammock - that Paul was.
“Yeah, well we signed a ******** mortgage so we’re kinda stuck.” He was gruff with his words but it was obvious that Noah was delighted that they were homeowners and that they owned the home together. His gaze lifted to meet violet and he exhaled slowly like he might’ve forgotten how to breathe for a moment .
“You’re a ********’ sap, Paulie.” Noah’s gin said he loved it though as did the hands that reached for the man’s neck to draw him over for a kiss.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:44 am
Eventually, his hand left the other man’s head as he entertained the request to stop. The noise that had come out of the grumpy redhead had not gone unnoticed, however, turning the grin into a smirk as Paul leaned back, clearly proud of himself.
“Hey, I ain’t the one worried about their credit score like some ********’ nerd.”
About the time Noah had bulldozed his way into Paul’s apartment after college, he’d taken it upon himself to start building both of their credits. Granted, Noah’s had never been poor to begin with, just sadly unestablished. Paul’s, on the other hand...well, Paul had buried his so deep into the ground he might as well have put a tombstone up to mark its memory because he sure as <********> didn’t think it would ever rise again.
With time and persistence (mostly on Noah’s part, Paul was simply dragged along for the ride), the numbers had slowly crawled their way from terrible to pitiful and with even more time, from pitiful to adequate. It was almost terrifying, how determined the younger man had been to setting things straight and what, three, four years later here they were, approved for fancy adult s**t like loans and mortgages and crap like that. Who’d have thunk it?
Paul hadn’t been ready for the kiss, which was a pleasant thing to be caught off guard by. His response was nearly immediate as he gave no resistance to the rough pull, mouth already poised and ready to turn the kiss into another fight, teeth and lips nipping and biting at one another as the kiss deepened. This was the kind of argument he didn’t mind getting into, not when he stood a fighting chance at winning.
When they pulled away, his tongue slid over his swollen bottom lip, testing the indentations left behind on the skin. It didn’t matter that it was ******** hot as balls out there or that his body was worn to hell from all the moving - his focus was on slowing down the sudden increase in his breathing as he stared into grey eyes with dilated pupils.
Taking his time, he rose from his seat and let his arms move up and out, exaggeratedly stretching the exhausted muscles. One leg pivoted as he turned towards the patio door, the taste of cigarette and husband still on his tongue.
“I dunno about you, but I’m ready to hit the ********’ sack.”
Eyes glanced over towards the other man as he slid open the glass door, one foot stepping inside. “You’re welcome to join me for a nap, before I test out the shower. If you’re nice, I might even save you some hot water.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:44 am
“Sue me for wanting a better life for us than back home.” It had taken years of working stupid shithole jobs and carefully budgeting, cutting costs wherever they could for Noah to get their finances in a state where money wasn’t so tight. Living with Paul wasn’t much different from living with his mom, before she died, because he handled all the money and bill paying because he was good at it.
While some people might call him a**l, Noah was proud of his meticulous nature. It kept them out of trouble and that was important.
Lips against his had him groaning easily, because like everything else about them it was always a fight. Teeth bit into his skin and he bit back, pushing more forcefully against the man’s mouth. Paul pulled away too soon, licking his lips in a way that nearly sent Noah into a frenzy as stormy eyes stared too intently at swelling lips.
It took a long while for his gaze to lift and meet violet, his own breathing irregular.
He hadn’t expected his companion to stand, let alone attempt to leave. Immediately his hand was darting out, long fingers sliding through a belt loop to tug the man back as he rose too. “Where the ******** do you think you’re going?” He snarled pushing the man against the door that lead back into the house and claiming his mouth again, this time more aggressively. “I didn’t say you could get up,” he mumbled against lips, hands sliding up beneath the hem of Paul’s shirt.
“Not ready for a nap, Paulie,” he practically purred as his mouth slipped from lips to throat. “You sure you wanna go to bed?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:46 am
He'd expected Noah to follow so it wasn't a surprise when he rose from his seat, but as the hand reached out, it wasn't for the door. His jeans were suddenly jerked backwards and his breath caught itself in his throat as the weight of the taller man pinned him against the patio door.
The hinges creaked as their combined weight pressed against it, but Paul wasn't concerned with whether or not the door would hold them. Rough handling and admonishing had him all-too aware of Noah's proximity, his heart beating erratically at the sudden aggression that was making him weak in the knees.
There wasn't any time to answer, not when lips forced themselves onto his and stole his reply away. Paul felt his shirt lift and cool fingertips scaled their way up his abdomen and it was his turn to give off a shudder as the grown man whimpered into his husband’s mouth.
He heard the comments being made but it was hard to concentrate as Noah's mouth slid down, now attaching to his neck. His eyes closed as his breath came out in fragments, chin lifting up instinctively to give the other man more space to work with.
Finally, “If I wanted to ********’ nap, do you think I would have invited you in the first place?”
Nevermind that Noah had mentioned and followed through on his own nap only hours earlier.
Hands moved out to try to demand control back by adding his own force against his partner, fingers slipping around the top of his shorts as he squeezed gently. “Was planning on heading up there, unless you wanna try and convince me otherwise.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:47 am
Noah was acutely aware of what his touch did to his husband, how the barest drag of his fingers against any part of him will make him shiver and leave him wanting. This was no difference with fingers pressing deliberately against skin with the intent to leave Paul aching from him. His mouth never left his companion’s throat, working his way up to the jawline and nipping against it.
“Dunno, Paulie. Could be too exhausted.” Noah knew that was a bullshit answer, when it came to him Paul was never too tired for at least one round, but he had taken a nap earlier so who was to say that Paul didn’t need one too.
A shiver ran down his spine as he pressed closer when his hips were squeezed. “Depends,” he mused pulling back to grin cheekily at the older man. “You gonna carry me up there?” Noah enjoyed whenever Paul displayed his strength for him, especially when he wanted him to and not because he knew it was the quickest way to get Noah to stop arguing or being huffy over something stupid.
Short of kissing him after all.
“Aren’t we supposed to do that stupid carrying your spouse through the doorway bullshit with our first home?” Their marriage had been done quick and dirty, at the courthouse with a random witness they didn’t even know. It had been easier that way and they’d been too busy enjoying the fact that they were legally each others and their assets were shared to give a s**t about traditional bullshit.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:48 am
An eyebrow rose and he exhaled through his nostrils at the carry me comment from the taller man.
He knew that Noah enjoyed being lifted. Hell, the redhead enjoyed watching him lift when he worked out - he had passed the three hundred bench press mark last year, proudly enough - and Paul would be lying if he said he didn’t like showing off his talent and strength at any opportunity.
Arms encircled his waist a little tighter and he squeezed.
“Didn’t peg you to be the tradition type.”
There wasn’t anything traditional about their relationship and it was humorous to have any standard s**t applied to it. But, as always, Paul could never say no to his one and only. His singular weakness in life.
Keeping one hand up for support of his back, the other dipped down to sweep behind his knees. Hands automatically found his neck and he grunted softly as he lifted the man into his arms. Pausing, he adjusted his grip before turning to the patio door, nudging the partially open space even further out with his foot.
He stood for a moment, staring into the house before glancing to his partner.
“If I’m supposed to say some sentimental bullshit here, you’re gonna be disappointed.”
Stepping forward, he entered the cool embrace of the sun room before turning to slide the door shut as best he could with the same foot. A second pause was honored, this time for Paul to bend down and capture the mouth of the man in his arms. The kiss was tamer than his previous ones, simple and sweet. Almost loving, even.
Okay, so maybe he was a little sentimental.
Ascending the stairs was a task, but not impossible. The stairs back in their small condo had provided him with enough practice for the eighteen steps it took to reach the landing of the second story to their new home and it took no time to push his way through the half-closed door to enter the bedroom, husband still in tow.
He had half a mind to drop the lanky ******** onto the surface of the bed but he behaved himself. For now. Instead, he turned and took his own seat on the side of the California King, Noah now cradled in his lap as if he were a child and not a fully grown, fully capable-of-walking-up-the-goddamn-steps-himself man. One hand moved up to take hold of his jaw and he pressed down, demanding another, less sweet exchange before he was willing to release the younger man to his own will.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:49 am
“Shut up,” Noah snapped, irritated by the jab. Said irritation seemed to smooth out more once Paul did as he asked and swept him off his feet. As obnoxious as it was to have Paul lift him when he was mad at him, he always appreciated his husband’s strength and the displays of it. He was somewhat muscular himself, but no where near the brute strength of his life partner and exertions of said strength that didn’t involve fists through wall or broken furniture were welcome.
The sweet kiss was accepted readily, a happy sigh escaping from Noah’s lips as he kissed the man back and held onto him tightly as he was carried up the stairs into the bedroom. While he expected to be deposited on the bed he was delighted to find that Paul was insistent on holding him tightly in his lap. <******** sap,” he growled without enough heat or protest. Any other insults were swallowed by a heated kiss and once he was free the first thing Noah did was shift to straddle the beefy man that made up his lover. Arms were looped over his shoulders and he made sure to settle his a** against the tenting erection he knew Paul couldn’t hide.
His head dipped, lips grazing against the stubble that he adored before his mouth opened and he bit down on the man’s neck. “You’re my sap though.” He mumbled against skin, rocking his hips enough to tease. “Wanna spend the rest of the night celebrating with you. Whatcha say Paulie baby?”
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