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Charlie heard the lock being flung back, then the door opened. A toothbrush stuck out of Noah's foaming mouth.
"Charlie?" Noah asked around the toothpaste.
"Yeah. Can I come in?" Without waiting for Noah to respond, Charlie pushed passed him and entered the house. "I thought maybe you'd gone to bed. It's pretty dark in here for you."
Noah stared at him, his hand frozen, clutching the toothbrush.
"Why don't you go take care of that?" Charlie suggested with a grin.
The other man disappeared down the hall and Charlie glanced around the front hall. As usual, the house looked spotless. Noah was a near freakish housekeeper. Unlike himself.
Noah returned sans toothbrush, but he still looked perplexed.
"Listen, I changed my mind. Sorry about before. I guess I was a little grumpy. Is it too late?"
Geez, Noah was going to make him spell it out?
Charlie held up the condoms and lube he'd been holding. "What do you suppose?"
"Oh." Noah blinked behind his glasses, then grinned. "Oh."
Charlie laughed. "Yeah. So, is it too late?"
Noah seized the condoms and lube and simply walked down the hallway. Charlie guessed that meant it was not too late. He pulled off his T-shirt as he followed Noah to the bedroom.
He watched Noah pull the quilt, blanket, and sheet off his sleigh bed in one swift motion. Charlie kicked off his deck shoes, all the while noticing Noah had tugged off his jeans. He licked his lips, waiting for Noah to remove his snowy white briefs. Noah made short work of it. Last, but quickly disposed of, was Noah's shirt. Though it was true Noah wasn't all rippled muscles, he had nicely defined pecs. Charlie's mouthwent dry.
Noah ripped open a condom package and glanced at Charlie. "Aren't you going to finish undressing?"
Charlie nodded and removed the remainder of his clothes, a strange warmth filling him when he saw the clear admiration in Noah's gaze. He stepped closer to Noah, reached out and took off the man's glasses, then set them on a nearby nightstand. Noah really did have pretty eyes.
He knew Noah would want to do some kissing. He'd been that way during their other times. Charlie didn't object to kissing, but it did seem a bit more intimate than he wanted to be with Noah. So he tried to avoid it as much as possible without cluing in Noah that he was trying to avoid it.
As he'd suspected, Noah tilted up his chin and moved toward Charlie's mouth. Noah was a good kisser at least. Charlie allowed the contact of their lips, a soft, sensual kiss that sent blood rushing to his hard cock. The other man tried to part his lips with his tongue, but Charlie broke the kiss and drew Noah to the bed.
Charlie lay on his back, ignoring the slight frown on Noah's face. After a moment of hesitation, Noah rolled the latex over his erection.