Page 134 of Hard Count
He was thinking about Noah, about Noah’s wet hair, Noah’s eyes and Noah’s shoulders just above the waterline, and about the thing Piper had figured in the car on the drive back from the village yesterday which he was going to understand again now, with more clarity.
He moved across the springs. He put his hand on Noah’s face. Noah opened his eyes.
Piper said, “I want to. This time.”
Piper put his mouth near Noah’s ear.
He said the line Noah had taught him in a bed in L.A. He had looked it up on Google Translate. He said it now, the way Noah had taught him to say it, slowly, the pronunciation that hadn’t mattered the night he learned it, but Piper wanted it to matter tonight.
“Quiero follarte hasta reventarte el cerebro.”
Noah gave Piper a grin. Piper kissed him.
Piper said, against Noah’s mouth, “Come here.”
Noah moved closer. Piper moved them to the edge of the spring, where the stone shelved wide enough for Noah to bend over facing the rocks.
He directed with his hands. Noah’s shoulders. Noah’s hip. Noah’s knees. The way he directed a receiver in a huddle. Noah watched him. Noah hadn’t stopped watching him since Piper had saidI want to.
Nobody was asking him to keep going. Nobody had asked him to start. This was not a clause. This was him, doing what he had wanted to do for months, because he wanted to.
This time, he chose.
The water was hotter than anything Piper had ever felt, thick and mineral and volcanic.
Piper dipped his fingers in the hot water and worked them against Noah’s hole. The water made everything slick but Noah was still tight, and Piper felt every ring of muscle stretching open around his fingers, he was slow, careful. He was not going to do this the way it had been done to him.
He used his other hand to tilt Noah’s face up.
“Look at me.”
Piper added a second finger. Noah groaned and bent over the rock formation.
“Fuck.” Noah moaned.
“Yeah.”
“Piper.”
When Noah pushed back on Piper’s fingers, Piper pulled them free.
Piper’s cock was fully hard and he drove into Noah’s tight hole, discovering every inch.
For once he was taking instead of being taken. Noah was tight around his cock and the feeling was intense. The heat of the spring and the heat of Noah’s body were almost too much to hold inside one body at once. Piper braced one hand on therock beside Noah’s head. He moved slowly. Every stroke was calculated. Every roll of his hips was deliberate. He felt Noah’s hole clenching around him, and felt the pulse of every muscle giving way.
Water churned around them with every thrust. Steam clung to their skin. Piper watched Noah’s face open and tighten and open again, watched Noah being fucked.
“You good?”
“Fuck, Piper. Yeah.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m good. Keep going, fuck my tight hole.”
He fucked Noah harder. Deeper. The volcanic water slapped against the stone with every thrust. Noah made a sound Piper had never heard him make, broken, open, an inch away from begging. Piper kept going.
The hand he had braced on the rock slid down to Noah’s neck and tightened around it. He held Noah’s neck while he fucked him. Tight but not too tight. The way Noah had held his throat on the carpet in L.A. months ago.
