The Only Beauty

[ChrisGibson]

Part One



“I hate this place.”
Dazed, Noah said, “I hate it too. My name’s Noah.”
“Well, I’m James Lewis. Can you show me what’s worth seeing here?”
“There is nothing worth seeing in Rummelsville,” Noah told him.
“You’re in my geometry class,” James said. “We’ll hang out. You can be my friend.”
“Just like that?” Noah said, trying to jest.
“Just like that,” said James. “There is no one else I’ve seen here I’d want to talk to. Or who would talk to me if we’re going to be real.”
They headed down the hall. “You seem like you’re not like everyone else.”
“I’m not like anyone else,” Noah said. And then he said, “And I’m not bragging when I say that. It’s just… I don’t really fit in here.”
“My father got a job at the university outside of Carmel, and now we’re here and… Is it just me or are we the only Black people in this town?”
Noah grinned and said, at last, “It’s not just you, James.
“I’ve never met a Black person,” he admitted as they headed toward the classroom they were both late in reaching.
“I never met someone who’d admit that. Hey,” James grabbed Noah by the shoulder. “I don’t want to go to geometry.”
“You wanna cut class?”
“I definitely want to cut class,” James said, a light in his eye.
It was then that Noah thought James was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen, and so he said, “Alright.”
He slung his bag high over his shoulder.
“Let’s go!”

“BITCH, YOU’LL DO WHAT I tell you!”
He moved toward her with the baseball bat. Noah jumped in front of her, but Butch knocked him to the ground. Noah scrambled up, but the bat came in his direction and Noah dodged it, lifting his hand, the top of the bat slamming his fingertips.
“Get off her!”
And Naomi screamed out his name: “Noah!”
From the corner of his eye, as Noah rose, he saw the door open. But he turned around, heading for Butch again, and then Butch came at him, and Noah hoped he could catch the bat and not be hit in the groin, but just then Butch went down.
Noah turned around.
In his jeans and tee shirt James stood there gripping the crowbar, a crazy grin on his face.
“You miss me?”
“James, shut up,” Noah said, standing up to hug him.
Naomi was crying on the floor and James said, “Mrs. Riley, you have to stop that. Noah, help me get Butch the fuck out of here.”



“I gotta get the hell out of here,” Noah said. “I mean as soon as I turn eighteen. I don’t want to get killed.”
“No one’s gonna get killed. What are you talking about?”
“It happens. In a place like this. A few years ago there was this guy—track star—Kyle Norman. His mom ran off. His stepdad ended up raping him, killing him, chopping his head off.”
“Fucking hillbillies,” James swore.
“You think we’re all hillbillies, don’t you?”
“Pretty much,” James said. Then he said, “You can go to school with me.”
Noah shook his head.
“That’s not for me. I… I’m just going to go to California.”
“That is the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard.”
“James!”
“Well,” James shrugged. “Do whatever, Noah. But just get the hell out of Rummelsville.”
They sat quiet like that for a while. James’ hand was casually placed on Noah’s thigh and just then Noah gave into his wonder. He placed James’ hand between his legs.
“I’m sorry,” he said as his hand rested lightly on James’ after his friend started in surprise.
“It’s just… my whole life people have been touching me there when I didn’t want to be touched. And I just wanted to know how it would feel to be touched in a good way. When I wanted it. It feels good, James. Please don’t stop. I’m not ready for you to.
“You don’t… have to do anything. You don’t have to make me come or anything like that. Just… I just need to feel you touching me right there. Alright?”
James placed his head on Noah’s shoulder and nodded, and under the moon, Noah opened his legs and let down his pants and closed his eyes, feeling for the first time loved by another man.

Ron stuck his head in the door and said, “It’s that white dude you like hanging out with so much.”
James was working at his desk and looked up at his brother.
“Must you?”
Ron just said, “He’s in the living room.”
“You could have at least…” James stood up and left his room shoving Ron into the wall and then heading down the stairs.
“Noah, I thought you’d be gone.”
“No,” Noah shook his head. “Not till tomorrow. I wanted to see you. I didn’t know if you wanted to see me, but.”
“Did you drive?”
“Yeah,” Noah said.
“Let’s go… Somewhere.”
“Not the mall,” Noah said.
“No,” James agreed.
They drove through town and then through the country and stopped and had milkshakes at a little diner and then James said, “I don’t really care where we go, I just want to be with you.”
Noah stopped and looked at him, and James said, “What? What did I say?”
Noah, his face half hidden under his baseball cap, said, “No one’s really ever said that to me.”
He sounded very sad when he spoke.
“I wish I’d met you before. I wish… you’re going to college. Your family’s leaving. It all… it doesn’t matter. I wish for so much,” Noah said.
“You could go to college.”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“You want to go to California. I think that’s really stupid.”
“Thanks!”
“That’s the plan for the Joads in The Grapes of Wrath.”
“I don’t know what that means, and we’re not all smart like you, James. And perfect,” Noah turned to him.
“You’re plenty smart,’ James reprimanded. He turned away from Noah.
“I think you’re perfect.”
“What?”
“I can hardly stop looking at you,” James said, not looking at him. “You’re so perfect to me. You’re so perfect. Why don’t you understand that?”
Noah didn’t say anything right away. He said, “I think you’re perfect too.”
“I know you do,” James said. “I can’t really understand that.”
“Can we go home?” Noah said, touching James’ hand. “Can we go to my house. No one’s there. Butch is definitely gone. Can we go?”
James looked at him. Slowly, he pushed Noah’s ball cap from his head and placed his hand in his soft, springy curls.
“So many bad things happened in that house,’ Noah said. “One good thing.”
“Let’s go,” James said.
They didn’t talk while they drove, and then quietly they walked up the lane to the door. Noah opened the door, and when they closed it behind them, Noah looked around to make sure the room was empty before he reached up and kissed James.
“Never been with a guy like this before,” Noah murmured. “I never thought I’d be able. I…” he kissed James again. James pushed him a little against the door and they kissed like that before James led Noah to his bedroom and, even before they’d closed the door or lowered the blinds, they were naked. Clinging and kissing they came to the bed. James’s face was in Noah’s hair, kissing his throat. His eyes closed like he was praying, then opened quickly. The love lasted all the afternoon and when they were done, they lay together, naked, Noah’s face pressed to Jame’s chest.
“Stay with me tonight?”
“Yes,” James said.

They made love twice that night, and showered together. Naomi had showed up late and gone directly to bed, drunk, and James drove Noah to the bus station.
“You’re right to leave,” he told Noah. “There’s nothing for you here.”
“Do you think you can find me again one day?” Noah said.
“Maybe we can find each other.”
Noah nodded, not looking at him.
When the Greyhound pulled away, Noah waved at him bravely, but it was when the bus arrived in Rossford an hour later that the memory of last night ached through him, of undressing James, of wrapping his limbs with James and kissing him deeply, of being entered and finally, of James having him enter him, and suddenly the city before him blurred and he pushed his face into his hands grateful that the woman sleeping next to him couldn’t see him cry.

 

[CharmedFan28]

That was great to read about Noah and James's teenage years. Sure they went through some horrible situations but at least they had each other. Excellent writing and I look forward to Part 2! I hope you are having a nice weekend!

 

[ChrisGibson]

I'm sorry it's taken so long to respond. This has been an unusually busy Saturday night. But at least I got to post the story early and I had a feeling you'd be a fan.

 

[ChrisGibson]

PART TWO


He never liked to think about those first days in California. He never liked to think about how soon he’d ended up in bathroom stalls with lips and hands on his body. When he’d made love to James and the two of them had been together, he felt loved. He felt special. Now he couldn’t believe he’d ever felt like that. He pushed these knew men out of his mind. It was coming to Guy and leaving that world behind that changed him. At Eagle Studios, the men who touched him treated him like a young god, and when he was with Johnny Mellow, fucking, snorting cocaine, drinking, or simply eating pizza, he felt like an Olympian in the company of Zeus.
“And the best part,” Guy proclaimed, as they were all watching the newly dubbed Casey Williams move about the stage, “is that he’s got work already. Little work, but soon, with the Internet, folks with little work’ll be posting it up, and then everyone’s gonna be a star.”
“That really gonna happen?” Noah said.
“Don’t worry, kid,” Guy said. “It’s not gonna happen today. But yeah, Casey’s old boyfriend taped him in some stuff. In fact,” he said, while the blond young man was smiling nervously and laughing at something one of the other model’s said, “I remember that the guy he was with wanted to make a lot of money off him, not for me, but for Back Door.”
“How do they know who’s going to be a star?” Noah said. “I mean, we’re all just getting fucked. And no one here is really a star. No one is taking home a Golden Globe or anything.”
“None of us is a star,” Paul said. “But all of us can be porn stars.”
“But how do you know?” Noah said. “Who’s a porn star and who’s just… doing porn?”
“Well, Meryl Streep is a star. Laurence Olivier was a star. We’re in porn, Noah. We’re all just doing it.”

Later that day Paul and Noah shot a movie. Noah always felt loved by Paul and wondered if he wasn’t even a little in love.
“If we could only shoot with each other,” he once said, “or if you could only love everyone you shot with.”
For Noah there was a difference between love and desire, but when he was with someone he was into, the difference didn’t matter. He could go so far as to say there was no difference, not when he wasn’t holding anything back.
He parked in front of the old beige stucco apartment and went around the back to walk up the iron steps, but midway up, the hairs on the back of Noah’s neck rose. Someone was here. Someone was definitely here, and when he got to the top his heart went into his throat and his skin went clammy.
“Oh, my God!” he half whispered. “James!”

“You look like you’re not happy to see me.”
“I’m surprised to see you,” Noah said. “I’m… I thought I’d never see you again.”
James cocked his head.
“Thought. Or hoped?”
“No!” Noah looked surprised. “How could you say that? How could you think it.”
“You just look… Completely fucked up,” James said. “I imagined you looking happier.”
“No,” Noah shook his head. Then he said, “Would you like something to drink?”
James shook his head.
“It’s just… It’s like seeing a ghost. Only I’m the ghost.”
“You don’t look like a ghost. You actually look fantastic. You’ve been lifting weights and all. You look like yourself,” James told him, “only shinier.”
“I feel like a ghost,” Noah said. “I sort of killed my old life. I’ve done a lot to distance myself from East Carmel. I honestly think you wouldn’t know me.”
“How couldn’t I know you?” James said. “Of course I’d know you. You aren’t that changed.”
“I’m more changed than you know,” Noah said. Then he said, “The truth is I don’t know what to do with you. Or what you’d do with me. If you knew about me.”
“I found you,’ James said. “I found you and where you are. How wouldn’t I know about you? I think I know what you’re talking about. I know. Okay.”
Noah felt distinctly uncomfortable, and James said, “Maybe I will take that drink.”
Noah cleared his throat.
“Great,” he said, shoving his ball cap down tighter. “Come with me and see my kitchen.”

They sat on the beach eating tacos, and Noah said, “How did you find me? Not through… seeing me? You know?”
“No,” James shook his head. “Not like that. I asked your mom if she had heard from you, and she said a couple of times.”
“I don’t write a lot.”
“And then after a while she told me about what you were doing.”
“Porn?”
“Yes,” James said.
“We might as well just say it,” Noah said.
James shrugged.
“So I looked for Eagle Studios. And I found you. I took the semester off college.”
“That’s right,” Noah said. “You’re in school.”
“I’m going back.”
Noah folded up the taco wrapper and said, “But why did you take a semester off?”
“I just told you,” James said. “To find you.”
Noah looked at him mystified.
“Was I wrong to do it?” James asked him.
“You were… who would do that? No one’s done that. Not for me.”
They didn’t speak for a while and Noah watched the tangerine colored waves rolling very slowly onto the sand while the evening sun looked on them,
“And now that you’ve found me,” Noah said, “how do you feel about what you found?”
“You’re my Noah,” James said.
“I am really, really changed.”
“I know really changed people,” James said with certainty. “You don’t seem that changed.”
“The last time I was with you we spent the night together,” Noah said. “And now I’ve spent the night with so many people.”
“You have.”
“Metaphorically. James, I’ve… I have sex for money. I do it on camera.”
“I am well aware of that.”
“Then I guess I don’t know what you want from me?” Noah said. “I mean, I don’t know what I can be to you.”
Then Noah said, “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying it badly.”
“Okay,” James nodded. “Then take some time and find a way to say it to me the right way. But I think you don’t get me at all. I’m your friend. No matter what. I was your best friend. And you were mine. And I came to find my friend. Do you understand now?”
But Noah did not answer right away. Finally he said:
“I’ve been a bad friend.”
“You haven’t been anything. I’m sure you’ve been through a lot.”
“A lot that I don’t want to talk about.”
“I understand.”
“You always understand,” Noah said. “But I put you out of my mind. If I had thought about you it would have been impossible to do anything I’ve done in the last two years. That’s why I was so surprised when I saw you.”
“Do you want me to go away, then?”
“Absolutely not,” Noah said. “I just… You think I’m not happy to see you. I act like you’re a ghost. I must… I must be so disappointing to you.”
“No,” James said, placid as ever. “No. I didn’t know what to expect. I was afraid, honestly. But I had to find you. That’s all.”
“Do you mind if we stay here and just be quiet?” Noah asked him. “Can we just sit and watch the sunset? I feel like I haven’t done that in a really long time.”
“You never watch the sunset over the ocean? And you’ve been in California for two years?”
“The sunset wasn’t why I came,” Noah said.


James told him about college, and how he’d ended up leaving East Carmel only to end up in Renssalaer at a college where there were even fewer Black people than where his father taught. When Noah asked him if he minded, he said he didn’t, that it would just be setting himself up for a world that wasn’t real if he surrounded himself with people who looked just like him.
“It’s good to know what really is out there,” James said, “so that when an election year comes you’re not surprised.”
He said there was so little to do in Rensselaer that the biggest news was one Wal Mart and an ice cream place on the river. He and the two friends he had eventually made generally made their Saturday night excitement by going to the Dollar Tree and then Dollar General.
“There’s a lot to do on the campus, though,” James said. “There has to be. It’s a dry campus so they got around that by putting a bar underground.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. And they mix drugs above ground. Every weekend half the campus is high.”
“What about you?” Noah looked at him, fascinated.
“I tried LSD,” James said. “Once. One and done. It’s not over when you want it to be over.”
Noah thought about his drug trips. When he talked about all the people he’d met, he left out the sex, and he wondered if James did too. He wasn’t jealous, but he was curious.
“What else happens?” Noah asked him.
“Lots of nudity. Lots of couches being set on fire.
“They have a cruise lap,” James said, “and it’s a little more elaborate than the one in Rummelsville.”
“You sound like you miss Rummelsville,” Noah grinned at him.
“A little bit. More than I thought I would.”
“The more I’m away. The less I miss it. I miss you, though,” Noah told him. “Maybe if I’d known you’d only go to Renssalaer, I wouldn’t have left.”
But then he said, “I needed to leave. I don’t expect you to understand it, James. I know everyone is going to think I’ve turned into something awful. And there were things I didn’t want to do. But… I don’t know how to explain it… I feel stronger than I ever felt before. I feel strong being who I am now.”
“And that’s why you were afraid when you saw me,” James said.
“Huh?” Noah looked surprised.
“You were different with me. You loved me—”
“Loved you and love you, goddamnit,” Noah told him.
“But you weren’t strong yet. Not when we were together. At least you didn’t think you were.”
“There is this… metal,” Noah said, “that living this life has given me. I know I can do anything. Because I have done anything. And I can’t give it up yet. I know it sounds silly, but I’m not ready to stop being this person yet.”
“I get it,” James said.
“James, sometimes I feel so sexy and so beautiful and so powerful.”
“Do you feel that way now? With me?”
“I feel loved,” Noah said. “But fragile. All the old doubts. All the old me comes out.”
“One day you’re going to have to deal with that.”
“I know,” Noah said, “and it’s not like I don’t deal with it now, but… There is part of me that wishes I’d stayed home, or thinks about going with you. Cause I miss you. But the other part doesn’t know what I would do if I went back.”
“I do get it,” James said. “If nobody else gets it, I get it. And I miss you. I wish you’d come back too, but it would be like bringing back some kind of wild animal.”
“I’m a wild animal?”
“You always were. You thought you were some sparrow, or something weak and fragile. You never knew how strong you were. And now, with all you’re doing, all the hate you get for it, all the misunderstanding, you are so strong. You’re like a hawk, not a sparrow, and I don’t think hawk belong in Indiana.”
James kissed Noah’s cheek, and then he kissed his throat.
“James…” Noah murmured.
As they stood on the street, James’ hand went to his thigh and Noah murmured, “We shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“James,” Noah pled as James’ hands went about his waist and he felt himself getting hard, the rest of his body melting, “you know what I do. You know…”
James kissed his throat.
“I can’t imagine us not sleeping together,” he told Noah.
“Neither can I,” Noah told him.
“I won’t take anything from you,” James told him, “but I can’t go back home knowing we didn’t have this while I was here.”
Noah placed his cheek on James’ shoulder and felt James’ hand on his arm.
“God, you’re made out of muscle,” James murmured, holding him.
“You can put your metal on tomorrow, okay,” James said. “Tonight just be with me.”



Years later, so much later that it was hard to remember that twenty year old boy, Noah sat across from a good looking young man in his thirties with a trim beard and shoulder length brown hair.
“No one hates you, Dad,” Chay said.
“I used to care about that,” Noah said. “I used to think you would hate me for what I had done, for running off with Paul. It’s not that I don’t love him, I do, and maybe you don’t want to hear that—”
“No,” Chay said, “I totally understand loving two guys at the same time. Being confused.”
Noah nodded, and didn’t say anything when his son took out a cigarette. They were so close in age. They were almost like brothers. There was the slight scent of the cigarette, and Noah said, “It’s your dad. I want to go back to him.”
“Then do it.”
“I wanted to go back right away.”
“Then what’s stopping you? You’re afraid.”
Noah nodded.
“I’m afraid.”
Chay took a sip from his coffee, a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled.
“You want me to see what I can do?”
“What in the world can you do?” Noah said to his son.
“Talk to him. Would you hate it if I sent him to you?”
“Yes,” Noah said, at last. “My whole life—our whole life—that man has come to me. He’s made room for me. He put up with me. I just need his address, Chay. I’m going to go to him.”
“You know what I think, Dad?”
When Noah only looked at him, Chay said, “I’m going to send someone with you. I think you’re so nervous about seeing Dad you’re going to throw up.”
“Yes, I am,” Noah said. “But I spent my twenties trying to feel hard as steel. Now I need to be hard as steel to do the most important thing I’ve done. I need to be hard as steel to get your dad back.”



“You look like you’re not happy to see me, and I can’t blame you.”
“I’m surprised to see you,” James said. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Thought. Or hoped?”
“I’m not sure,” James admitted. Then he said, “Come in.”
He opened the door for his husband, and when he shut it, James said, “I wasn’t sure until now.”
“And now?” Noah said.
“You came for me.”
“Of course I came for you,” Noah said. “I would have come for you sooner. I would have come right away. But you deserved your space.”
“Maybe I did,” James said. “Maybe I wanted that space. But I think I really needed to know if you would come for me.”
Then he said, “Would you like something to drink?”
Noah shook his head.
“I do,” James said. Heading into the kitchen of the little apartment he said, “Years ago you said you were a ghost. When I found you. When you were out in California. I said when you were looking at me it looked like you were seeing a ghost. We argued a lot about who the ghost was.”
When James came back he said, “I was always in danger of becoming a ghost. I always waited for you, to let you be who you needed to be. And it whittled me away a bit. So when you went to Paul, I blew away. I became the ghost.
“I felt like a ghost. Chay is grown. You were with Paul. I’ve been doing a lot of things to kill the old life.”
Then he said, “Teach us to care and not to care.”
“T.S. Eliot?”
“The Noah I grew up with would never have known that.”
“The Noah you married didn’t know it six weeks ago. I’ve been sitting in the library, reading all of your books, going through all of your stuff. How could I forget I loved you? How could I forget you loved me? How couldn’t I know you?” Noah said. “Of course I’d know you.”
“Because I’ve changed.”
“You aren’t that changed.”
“I’m more changed than you know,” James said. Then he said, “The truth is I didn’t know what to do with you. That part of you that had been with Paul—”
“Please don’t bring up Paul.”
“I have to. That part I didn’t understand. If you could go to him it was because I didn’t fight for us. I’m at fault too.”
“You’re not.”
“Of course I am,” James said. “If I hadn’t sat around like some impassive Buddha, if I had not said, go to him, would you have gone to him?”
When Noah did not answer, James said, “That’s answer enough, really. Isn’t it?”
“I found you,” Noah said. “I found you, and here you are. How couldn’t I know about you? How could I… How could we?”
“Lose ourselves.”
Noah said, “Maybe I will take that drink.”
“Ice is in the freezer,” James said, and Noah went to the kitchen while James sat on the couch.
“You are my true love,” James said simply as Noah put ice in a glass.
“Jamie you’re mine too. I just forget that.”
“I think there is more than one love. I think love is not stingy. I think Paul is your true love too. I think that’s why you struggled. I know Paul. I know it wasn’t just a fling.”
Noah turned to James.
“It was the most painful thing I ever did. I didn’t do it lightly. I made the wrong choice.”
“Maybe,” James said. “I can’t be sure. We’ve both loved other people.”
Noah looked at him surprised.
James laughed.
“I’m not surprised you’ve loved someone else. I’m just surprised you told me. You’ve been closed to me.”
“And you to me,” James said. “I think we always protected each other that way.”
“I think we were protecting outselves,” Noah said.
“Should we go out for tacos? Like we did back then?”
“Yes,” Noah said, then poured the rest of his water in the sink.

They sat on the dunes overlooking Lake Michigan and eating tacos and James said, “How did you find me? I told Chay not to let you know.”
“Casey.”
“Of course.”
“He loves you, Jamie.”
“I know,” James said.
“That’s a strange way to say it.”
James shrugged.
“He’s always loved you,” Noah said. “I think he loves you as much as he loves our son.”
“Well,” James said, “we have a long history.”
Not for the first time, Noah wondered about the details of that history, then decided it was none of his business.
They didn’t speak for a while, and James watched the gold and blue waves rolling very slowly onto the sand while the rising sun looked on them,.
“And now that you’ve found me,” James said, “how do you feel about what you found?”
“You’re my James,” Noah said. “Are you coming home with me?”
“Not today,’ James said. “I will come. I promise. But not today.”
“Very well,” Noah nodded.
“See,” said James, “I’ve been your James for a long time. Now I need to find a way to be my own James again. You see? I can come back to you anytime the wrong way, but I need to come back to you the right way. Do you see?”
“You’ve always told me,” Noah said, “that you understood, no matter what my foolishness, you understood. Let’s agree to understand each other. Okay?”
“Understand each other, and then understand ourselves. Separate for a bit. Not divorce, but just… learn who we are.”
“Do you want me to go away, then?”
“Absolutely not,” James said. “I just… You think I’m not happy to see you. You have no idea how happy I really am.
“Do you mind if we stay here and just be quiet?” James asked him. “Can we just sit and watch the sunset? I feel like I haven’t done that in a really long time.”
“You never watch the sunset over the lake? And you’ve been at the beach house for a month?”
“The sunset wasn’t why I came,” James said.
“Remember when you first loved me?” Noah began, “You loved me—”
“I still love you, you horrible short little man,” James told him.
“You said you weren’t strong, and you didn’t feel beautiful, that this was why you went to California all those years ago. But, Noah, sometimes I need to feel beautiful and powerful too.”
“Have you feel that way with me?”
“Not in a long time.”
“Of course not,” Noah said. “How could you? I take up all the fucking air in a room. I do get it,” Noah said. “If nobody else gets it, I get it.”
Noah kissed James’s cheek, and then he kissed his throat.
“Noah…” James murmured.
As they sat on the hillock over the beach, Noah’s hand went to his thigh and James murmured, “We shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Noah,” James pled as Noah’s hands went about his knee, “you know how things are. You know…”
Noah kissed his throat.
“Don’t turn me away, James,” he murmured as the waves broke onto the shore. “I know I don’t deserve it, but don’t turn me away.”
James kissed Noah on his head. There were grey hairs now in those curls, only a few, scarcely visible.
“I won’t take anything from you. I’ll leave you here,” Noah told him, “but I can’t drive back home knowing we didn’t have this while I was here.”
Noah placed his cheek on James’ shoulder and James wrapped his arms around him.

Driving home, Noah remembered going back to the house with James, remembered them clinging together and then undressing in the morning light, not shutting the curtains, wanting the sun to be a witness. He remembers making love to James Lewis.
“That’s it! That’s it. That’s—” James groaned.
His hands ran up and down Noah’s back, holding his shoulders, ran down again to caress his thighs as the other man pushed into him. How good he felt! Noah was complete when he was inside of James, held so firmly in his tightness, his pleasure, causing James pleasure.
Noah had been silent a while, but now moans escaped his lips. He moved rapidly, and then stopped himself. But James drew him in and said, “It’s alright. It’s okay. Do it like you need to. Let yourself go.”
Noah fucked him hard. James cried out. He groaned over and over again, hit like he wanted to be hit, accompanying the gentle moaning of Noah who moved inside and above him, sweat soaking his body. In staggered rhythm to James’s shouts, Noah groaned, “Oh—my—G—”
While Noah reached his orgasm, James pulled on his own cock faster and faster. They came together, shouting with surprise, staggering, straining the springs of the bed until with a great sigh, Noah pulled out of James’s body and lay on his back, trembling.
“Goddamn,” James whispered. His legs were still in the air; his knees were still drawn to his chest. He let them down slowly. Noah, mouth parted, looked to the ceiling. His penis, wet, still rose up erect. It was beautiful. After the gentle landscape of Noah’s torso, his flat belly, the cloud of almost black hair, his cock rose up red tipped. James touched the shaft, running the back of his hand up and down. Noah turned his head and saw white semen all up James’s chest and stomach.


Coming into Rossford, he brushes a tear from his cheek tells himself he is a fool because he knows his husband will come back. He remembers, lying face to face with James, telling him, as he runs a hand over his brown body.
“You are sexy… and powerful… and above all… beautiful. The only beauty.”

 

[CharmedFan28]

That was a beautiful part two! Noah and James are so great together! I don't know if this is the end of this short story but if it is I look forward to more of them in the new Rossford story. Great writing and I look forward to more writing soon no matter which story it is!

 

[ChrisGibson]

I probably should have written THE END, because it is the end. I wrote this a long time ago but never posted it because it would have given too much away about the last story, and it doesn't really occur in the Rossford books. I wanted to look at how good a couple the were since they were sort of eclipsed in subsequent stories and totally fell apart in the last one.

 

[CharmedFan28]

I thought it might be the end. Thanks for clarifying.