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After a while Piper said, “Come here.”
“You sure?”
“Am I ever sure anymore?” He laughed as he nestled his head under Noah’s embrace. Piper whispered into his chest, “Hey, thanks for this, for getting me out of it, for coming here tonight.”
Noah kissed his neck and got back under the blanket with him. He waited until Piper’s breathing returned to normal.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Piper said with a smile as he pulled Noah closer.
“You sure?” Noah said as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer.
He started to open Piper slowly, taking his time, watching him, reading his face. Noah waited when Piper needed him to wait, pushed when Piper needed him to push.
Piper’s cock came back to full hard against his stomach. He felt every inch of Noah enter him with care. Not just themovement, but he was fully aware of every inch of his cock. They looked at each other the whole time Noah was finding the angle, adjusting, settling inside him, Piper’s hole stretching tight around Noah’s cock. Noah was slowly thrusting as deep as he could go. Noah was making him remember every feeling, every breath, every sound.
The song changed,Wrecking Ballby Miley Cyrus.
They fucked to the song, Noah’s forehead against Piper’s, Noah’s hips moving in a rhythm that made Piper completely weak. It was not fast sex. It was sex that knew it was a goodbye. The wet sound of Noah moving inside him was layering Miley’s vocals.
Piper didn’t close his eyes. Every feeling was different this time, more intense, more intoxicating.
Miley singing the soundtrack of their final moment together.
Piper came first, his face against Noah’s shoulder, his cock shooting a massive load as his hole clenched around Noah’s cock.
“Fuck, Piper, that load is huge, so hot,” Noah said as he pounded his load into Piper, pushing deep.
Noah’s hand cradling the back of Piper’s head, his mouth against Piper’s temple, not saying anything. Piper felt cum start to leak out of him around Noah’s cock onto the sheet but didn’t move to stop it.
“Don’t talk yet,” Noah said as they held each other.
Piper looked at the ceiling, focused on his breathing and taking the moment in. Noah held him tight, his lips kissing Piper’s chest, his arm draped across him.
Noah leaned in for a final kiss on Piper’s forehead and sat up on the edge of the bed. Piper watched him put his clothes back on and walk to the door.
Noah’s face was directed at the door.
“See you in Seattle for the finale. Good luck in Atlanta.”
He walked out and closed the door behind him. Piper heard the rental car start down the driveway.
Piper headed to the kitchen, still focusing on his breathing. He opened the wine fridge and found the perfect medicine for this kind of pain.
He sat down on the floor of the foyer with a bottle of 2018 Château Montelena Chardonnay, no glass, his back against the wall and cried until he was all cried out.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Atlanta
Piper lost the game in the first quarter.
He knew it before the scoreboard did. Somewhere around the third series, when a route he had run ten thousand times came open late and his arm didn’t move. His body was on the field. The rest of him was not.
His ribs, which he had failed to properly treat, were acting up. The pain was intense and came in consistent waves throughout the game.
Atlanta scored a touchdown on their third drive. Then their fourth. Then again on their fifth.
Tank found Piper on the sideline and just sat next to him. Tank knew. Tank couldn’t catch Piper’s throws today, they all came from someone who was not Piper.
Halftime came like a dagger to the heart. Score: Atlanta 21, L.A. 0.
