Gaslighting Liam Ch. 03

SERIES: GASLIGHTING LIAM

(college, mast, big cock, auth, sub, jock, teasing, manipulation, cum denial, humiliation, feet, sweat, mindfuck, gym, gooning, straight to gay, pheromones, primal, sloppy, edging, condescension, anal orgasm, big sub small top, piss, cum play, brainwashing, public sex, armpit)

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CHAPTER THREE - COLLATERAL

The next few days blurred together.

Nothing major happened. Not really. The touching remained constant. More casual. Noah kept spotting him like they'd been gym buddies for years. Of course it was his job as a trainer: He'd grip his lower back, sometimes his thigh when adjusting Liam's posture. It just wasn't weird anymore.

Noah texted more too. Little things:

[Noah: "you hitting the gym today?"]

[Noah: "i swear imma hit my boss today, dude."]

[Noah: "saw some dude trying your wrist form. he's doing it wrong lmao."]

Liam never initiated. Not once. But when the texts came, he always replied. Always. It really felt like they were friends. and it was a nice change, human contact, you know?

Camila, on the other hand, had basically vanished. A cold "Busy." once. A "Talk later." another time. Nothing more. Liam stopped checking his phone for her. Stopped caring as much.

And somewhere along the way, he started looking forward to gym afternoons. Not just for the training. For the familiarity. For how it made his head shut the fuck up for a while.

One Thursday night, as Liam was racking up after a brutal arm day, Noah passed him by in his way to dump a bunch of used mats somewhere else:

"You doing anything Saturday?" he asked, casual.

"Uh... not really."

Noah grinned, wiping his jawline. "Parents are out of town. Thinking of throwing a party. Chill shit. You should come."

Liam hesitated. Social stuff wasn't really his scene. But before he could answer, Noah added--soft, like it was no big deal,

"Be good for you. Loosen up. Meet a few people. C'mon, man. Can't just gym and work forever."

That hit. A little too close to the truth.

"Yeah. Alright," Liam said, nodding. "Sure."

Noah's smile widened. "Bet. Bring whatever you want to drink. Starts around eight."

He clapped Liam's back--firm and friendly. "It'll be fun. Promise."

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Liam pulled up just past eight. The street was dead quiet. Porch light on. No crowd. No music thumping. Not exactly the "party" vibe he'd pictured. But whatever. He wasn't about to back out now. He headed up and knocked once before nudging the door open.

Inside was calm. Too calm. Low hip-hop from somewhere deeper in the house. Lights dim. Smelled like weed, and something almost woodsy--probably whatever candle Noah had burning.

Noah appeared from the kitchen in a loose tank and shorts. A little flushed, like he'd been running around setting things up.

"Yo!" His grin was bright. "You made it."

"Yeah." Liam stepped inside, hands in his pockets.

Noah looked past him like he expected more. "Didn't bring anything?"

Liam blinked. "Nah... I don't really drink."

Noah grinned, shaking his head. "Okay, see--I told you to bring something because I didn't think you'd be that guy. The 'I don't really drink' guy." He pointed toward the kitchen. "Don't worry. I'll fix that."

Liam smirked, a little defensive but playing along. "Didn't realize there was an entrance exam for your fake party."

"Oh shit." Noah grinned wider. "Look at you. Finally giving me some attitude."

For once, Liam didn't overthink it. It was easy. Comfortable. Fun even.

Noah nodded toward the back room. "C'mon. Everyone's out back."

Liam followed him into what looked like the den. But... it was empty. Two chairs. A low couch. Coffee table with a grinder, a wrap, and a half-rolled blunt.

Liam paused. "Where is everyone?"

Noah shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Couple bailed. Other dudes had some shit to do. You know how people are." He flopped down on the couch, grabbed the wrap, and finished rolling it. "Don't worry. People've been trickling in. We'll probably meet up with them later or something."

Liam nodded slowly. Something felt off but... whatever.

"You ever smoke?" Noah asked, licking the paper shut.

"Uh. No." He answered honestly.

Noah's eyes shot up. "Never? Like--not even once?"

"No."

"Dude. How? Aren't you, like, a hundred?"

Liam cracked a real grin. "Shouldn't you respect your elders then?"

"Guess so." Noah flopped down onto the couch, kicking off his sneakers. His socks hit the floor with a soft thud.

The second he did, the air changed. Liam caught the sharp, heavy scent of sweat--Noah's. Not just gym sweat. Stale, masculine, ripe.

His throat burned.

"Dude," Liam muttered before he could stop himself. "Your feet fucking reek".

Noah smiled without looking over. "Yeah, man. I had a run earlier. Didn't shower. You'll get used to it."

Then, as if it was nothing, Noah grabbed the blunt and lit it. He took a slow drag, then passed it over.

Liam took the blunt, feeling weirdly nervous. He hesitated, then brought it to his lips, copying what he'd seen in a thousand movies. Big inhale.

Fuck maybe that was too big.

The smoke hit his throat like fire. He coughed hard, nearly doubled over, eyes watering instantly.

"Shit--" he rasped.

Noah was already laughing, reaching over to pat his back. "Knew that was coming. Rookie mistake."

Liam waved him off, still coughing.

"Here." Noah grabbed a plastic solo cup off the table. "Drink. Now."

Liam took it without thinking. The second the liquid hit his tongue, he realized how strong it was. Vodka. And not a little.

"Jesus--" he coughed again, wiping his mouth.

Noah just grinned. "Told you I'd fix the 'I don't drink' thing."

Liam shook his head, air finally settling in his lungs. "What the hell's in this?"

"Stuff." Noah smirked. "Don't ask questions."

He leaned back, watching Liam with that same easy grin--the kind that made it all seem casual. Friendly.

Take another hit when you're ready," Noah added, nodding toward the blunt. "Go slow this time. Unless you're trying to cough up a lung again.

And just like that the night eased into a rhythm.

They passed the blunt a few more times, the couch sinking deeper beneath them. The drinks kept flowing. Liam stopped keeping track of how much he'd had--two glasses? Three? It didn't matter. He felt good. Warm. Muscles loose. Head quiet for once. The buzz wasn't that heavy. More than enough to soften the edges of things.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself relax like this. No pressure. No awkward small talk. No worrying about saying the wrong thing.

Noah made it easy.

The conversation kept rolling--music, gym shit, random TikToks Noah pulled up, a few trash-talking jokes about people they both knew from the gym. Liam even caught himself laughing out loud a couple times.

It felt... good.

Until the topic shifted.

Noah leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. His knee bumped Liam's thigh but he didn't move.

"Man, I'm gonna ruin that girl tomorrow." His grin was sharp. Lazy. "Ashley's been fucking teasing me all week."

Liam chuckled, keeping his drink close. "Yeah?"

"No, seriously." Noah's voice dropped a little. "She keeps sending me these fuckin' videos on Snapchat. Like--her riding a toy. Mouth open. Legs shaking. Begging for the real thing."

Liam shifted in his seat. Heat flared in his chest. The alcohol made it worse.

"Last time we hooked up," Noah continued, "I had to stop halfway through. She can't even take it all. Too fucking big for her. You saw."

His grin turned cocky. "Locker room. Remember?"

Liam's stomach tightened. "Uh..."

Noah didn't wait for an answer. "She tried to deep throat me. Couldn't even get past the head. Was fucking drooling all over herself."

Liam swallowed hard. The room felt small, suddenly.

He cleared his throat. "Uh--hey. You, uh... heard from the other people? You said more were coming."

Noah blinked, like he had to pull himself out of the thought. Then waved it off. "Oh, yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it. They're coming"

He said it too quickly. Too casual. Like he'd already decided it didn't matter.

Liam hesitated. The room was too quiet. No other voices. No footsteps. No extra cars in the driveway when he'd arrived. They had been at it for like, what? Two hours and nothing? Weird.

But he just nodded. "Right."

Noah grinned and leaned in, bumping Liam's shoulder with his own. "Man, don't stress. It's not that deep. We're chillin'. You're having fun, right?"

Liam nodded again, slower this time. "Yeah. It's good."

"Exactly." Noah stretched his arms overhead, abs tightening under the loose tank. "Besides--you got a better vibe goin' here than half the fuckers who bailed."

He grabbed the bottle, topping off Liam's cup before he could protest.

"And speaking of flakes..." Noah's grin widened. "Camila still ghosting your ass?"

Liam blinked. "Yeah..." He sighed.

"C'mon. You haven't mentioned her all night." Noah leaned back, taking a slow drag from the blunt. "You two still even a thing or what?"

Liam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean... we're not broken up or anything. She's just busy."

"Busy?" Noah huffed a soft laugh, smoke curling past his lips. "Bro. That's chick code for over it."

Liam frowned, but Noah kept going.

"You told me last week she's been gone for, what, a month? And barely a text?" He shook his head. "Man, if I was you? I'd be fucking starving. No way I'd go that long without unloading on someone."

Liam flushed, stomach tightening. "It's not like that."

"The hell it's not." Noah tapped the blunt out in the ashtray, offered it to Liam who quickly accepted it, eyes sharp now. "Bet you've been working that wrist every night like your life depends on it. But it's not the same thing, fuck no. The feeling of having your cock inside a wet bitch? Fuck no."

Liam's ears burned. "Dude."

Noah smirked. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Liam opened his mouth. Closed it. Shrugged. "It's whatever."

"Uh-huh." Noah leaned back, stretching his legs out. His knee pressed against Liam's again--solid. "You really think she's not out there getting hers? Meanwhile you're loyal like a golden retriever."

Noah's voice dropped lower as he went on. "Bet you're so pent up right now you'd nut just thinking about a girl looking at you."

Liam huffed a breathy laugh, trying to play it off. "You're full of shit."

Noah smiled, but there was something sharp under it now. "Am I?"

But Liam just smiled awkwardly.

The room felt heavier by then. Not just from the smoke. The air was thick, lazy. Music thumped low in the background--some playlist Noah had queued up--but it was just noise now. Vibration.

Liam sank deeper into the couch without meaning to. His limbs loose. His brain fuzzy in a way that felt good and weird at the same time. Like he couldn't hold the same thought for too long. He'd stopped sipping the drink a while ago but it still warmed his stomach.

The weed had his thoughts dragging. Every sensation felt amplified. Noah stretched again, one arm over the back of the couch. His knee touching firm against Liam's thigh. His skin felt hot and sticky.

"I gotta say..." Noah's voice cut through the haze. "Didn't think you'd actually show tonight. Thought you'd chicken out."

Liam huffed a quiet laugh. "You callin' me a pussy now?"

"I'm saying you look like the type." Noah grinned. "The whole 'I don't really drink', 'I've never smoked' vibe? Screams homebody."

Liam shrugged, smirking. "Yeah, well. Someone's gotta keep shit balanced while you act like a maniac."

Noah chuckled low. "Someone's gotta corrupt you.". His hand dropped to his thigh. Fingers drumming while he sipped his cup. Casual.

But after a beat... the drumming slowed. His palm spread. Rested. Pressed.

Liam didn't notice at first. He was laughing. Loose. Buzzed. But Noah's hand had stopped just above his crotch, but he wasn't just resting anymore. He was grabbing himself. Through the thin mesh of his gym shorts. And his bulge was getting bigger, a lot bigger.

Liam's breath stalled. The outline was obvious. Thick. Heavy. Sitting long across Noah's thigh.

"Dude..." Liam started, voice rough. "Seriously?"

Noah looked down like he hadn't even noticed. "What?"

Liam gestured vaguely towards Noah's crotch. "That."

Noah shrugged, not moving his hand. "What can I say? Weed hits different. Plus..." His lips sharpened. "All that shit I was saying about Ashley? Kinda worked myself up."

Liam tried to look away. Failed.

"You've been thinking about it too," Noah added, voice smooth. "I can tell."

Liam flushed. "What? No, I'm not."

Noah's thumb rubbed slow along the ridge trapped under the shorts. His breathing didn't change. His expression didn't change.

"Dude, c'mon. You're not even trying to hide it."

Liam frowned, confused. "Hide what?"

Noah nodded down. "Your jeans."

Liam's stomach dropped. He followed Noah's gaze--

And froze.

His cock was straining against his jeans. Obvious.. He hadn't even realized it was happening. The weed and the buzz had him totally numb.

Noah's grin widened. "See? Mine's just much more noticeable than your little thing, is all." He teased it out. A little too smug.

Liam's heart thudded in his throat.

"Bro. You've been pent up for months. You think I didn't notice?" Noah leaned in, his knee pressing harder into Liam's. "You're starving."

Liam swallowed. "That's not--". And then tried to shift himself. Trying to create some space between them. His head was buzzing too hard now--booze, weed, the heat in the room.

But as soon as he moved, Noah grabbed his arm and tugged him right back down.

"Dude. Chill. The fuck?" Noah's voice was easy. Like Liam was overreacting. Like this was nothing. "We're just bros talking about chicks. Boners are just collateral damage." He smirked. "Not like it's the first time guys got worked up swapping stories."

Liam opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Noah kept going, smooth. Like he already knew how this conversation would end.

"You really gonna sit there all stiff like you're not dying to get one out too?"

"I'm not..." Liam started, weak.

Noah chuckled low. "Bro. Come on. Your jeans are tented." He glanced down pointedly. "It's like a whole camping expedition down there. That's not normal."

Liam's face burned. "It's just the weed. And the drinks--"

"The weed. The drinks. The month you've been dry. The way you got off staring at me in the locker room." Noah ticked them off on his fingers. "It's a fuckin' list at this point."

Liam flinched. "Whoa... I didn't--"

"Yes you did." Noah leaned in, voice dropping. "I saw you. I let you have your fun. Didn't say a word. 'Cause that's what bros do. It's not that you're a fag or anything you're just boned up all the time now" He smirked. "Not a big deal."

Liam's mouth opened, but again, no words came.

Noah nodded at his own lap. His cock was still pressing heavy against the shorts. "Fuckin' help me out, man, I hate jerking off and bros are supposed to help each other. Just pretend it's your dick, only way bigger. I won't even look."

Before Liam could think, Noah grabbed his wrist--firm, confident--and guided his hand toward the outline stretching that thin mesh.

"You had your fun staring then and now. Now help me out too, man. Seriously. It's no big deal."

Noah's hand was firm but not forceful. He guided Liam's palm over the thick ridge stretching the shorts, then let go. No grip. No pressure.

Liam froze. His fingers twitched like they wanted to pull away. Noah didn't stop him. Didn't hold him there. Just leaned back into the couch, legs spread, casual as hell. He wouldn't be this non-challant if this was fucked up, right?

"Dude. Chill. You're too in your head." His voice was calm. Easy. Like they were just shooting the shit. "You're not jerking me off. You're just helping. Bros do this shit when they're too pent up."

Liam swallowed, breath hitching. His hand still on top of Noah's throbbing cock. "What... what the fuck does that even mean?"

Noah smirked. "Means it's not a big deal. You think you're the first dude to help a bro out?" He nodded toward his lap, the outline of his cock now heavy against Liam's palm. "Hell, guys in the locker room at my college used to do way more."

Liam blinked. "Seriously?"

"Deadass. It's just you don't have many friends, dude." Noah grinned, rubbing a hand through his hair like this was just some funny memory. "You think half those guys weren't stroking each other off when their girls weren't around? It's not even gay. Just need release. You're helping."

Liam's stomach twisted. His mouth felt dry as hell. The weed wasn't helping. Or maybe it was? His head was fuzzy, loose, but his body was locked in place. His cock still straining against his jeans, starting to leak even.

Noah shifted slightly. Just enough to grind against Liam's hand--slow. Just pressing.

"Fuck, man." His voice dropped. "You think I'd ask if I wasn't desperate?"

His throat clenched. His eyes flicked down without meaning to.

It was legit absurd. Even through the thin shorts, he could feel how big it was. How hard. Pulsing too. His fingers flexed automatically. A slow squeeze.

Noah groaned low. "Yeah, there you go, little buddy. You're already here. We both need it. Why make this a thing?"

Liam's head spun. He wanted to say no. To get up. To walk out. But his hand didn't move. His hips stayed frozen. His cock twitched in his jeans.

Noah's thigh pressed firmer against his. Liam's breath caught. He squeezed again--harder this time --and felt Noah's cock pulse back at him in his palm.

His voice came out raw. "Dude..."

Noah chuckled. "Not a big deal."

Liam was stunned. His palm was damp now--sweat and heat. His head was pounding in his ears.

Without really meaning to, he moved his hand. Just a slow stroke. Down the length once. Back up. The fabric clung wet around Noah's cock, making every motion obvious.

"Fuck yeah..." Noah's voice dropped low. Rough. "That's it. Up and down."

Liam swallowed, biting the inside of his cheek. His hand kept moving. Slow at first. Then picking up a rhythm. His cock ached inside his jeans. He wasn't even thinking about stopping now. He really was horny as fuck too.

"See?" Noah smiled, eyes half-lidded. "Told you it wasn't a big deal. Feels good to let loose, right?"

Liam's breath hitched. His throat was dry. "I... guess."

"You know." Noah's hips rocked up slightly. Pressing into Liam's fist. "It's chill. Bros do this shit when they're pent up. Trust me. You'd be surprised what guys get up to when nobody's watching. Keep going."

They stayed like that for a while. Long enough that the music in the background changed tracks twice. Long enough that Liam's hand stopped trembling and just worked on instinct--stroking, squeezing, getting slicker with every pass.

Noah's shoulders tensed. His hips shifting in slow rolls, chasing Liam's grip. "That's it. Fuck yeah." His voice was rough. "See? You're a natural, dude."

Liam didn't answer. His throat was tight. Ears buzzing. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go--but his cock didn't seem to care.

Noah didn't say anything else. He stretched lazily, like he was just getting comfortable--and swung both feet up onto the table in front of Liam. Close. Too close.

The sharp, heavy smell hit Liam instantly. Sweat, that deep masculine tang he'd been trying not to notice all night. Only now it wasn't just in the air. It was right there. Filling his head.

His stomach twisted. His cock twitched.

Noah's toes flexed once, casual, like he was just adjusting his position. But he didn't look down. Didn't comment. Like this was nothing. Like he wasn't with his sweaty feet practically up Liam's face.

Liam tried to shut it out. Focused on his own buzz. Anything but the smell. Anything but the position he was in.

He swallowed hard. His throat was tight. His head foggy. S omewhere along the way, the night had veered off course--and now he couldn't remember how it even started.

At some point later, he blinked down and froze.

The front of Noah's shorts was dark. Completely soaked through. A huge patch stretching out from where Liam's hand worked.

"Whoa, dude," Liam muttered in haze and without thinking, a drunk grin slipping out. "And I thought I was the leaker. Your shorts are soaked."

Noah chuckled, hips still working slow into Liam's grip. "Fuck. You're right, man." Noah paused. "You know what? This is actually getting uncomfortable."

He looked down, shaking his head like this was just some annoying gym problem. "And it's fucking up my favorite shorts. These are my best pair for leg day."

Liam blinked, he steadied himself. "Oh."

Noah grinned. "Yeah. I'mma take 'em off so you can do your thing properly."

Before Liam could say a word, Noah hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid the shorts down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free--huge, heavy, flushed. Precum smeared across the shaft and glistened at the head, catching the low light of the room.

Liam's eyes dropped before he could stop himself.

Noah's cock was... amazing.

Really thick. Long. Hard as a rock, pulsing against his abs. The dark-pink head flared wide, perfectly shaped, half-covered by the foreskin but slicked up and glistening. Veins ran up the shaft like roots. His balls looked heavy as fuck, tight but full, resting against his thigh.

Air caught tight in Liam's chest. He couldn't look away somehow.

Noah smirked, eyes half-lidded. "Dude... I know my cock's fucking perfect, but you can either stare all day or put it to use. Come on. Bet it feels insane in your hand."

Then, like he was just stating a fact, "Nine inches, by the way. In case you were wondering." His grin sharpened. "I can see you were."

He flexed his arms behind his head, biceps thick, armpit hair showing, head resting against the couch like this was just another Saturday. His cock throbbed once, fat and slicked, the foreskin tugging slightly with the movement.

Liam's hand hovered a second longer. Breath shallow. His heart raced like it wasn't his own.

Then he gave in.

His fingers curled around the base. Hot. Heavy. His palm barely fit around the thickness. He stroked slow, testing. Precum made everything slick, his hand sliding with barely any resistance.

"Thaaaaaat's it, little buddy". Noah exhaled a rough breath. Smirk still in place. "Knew you'd step up. Knew you'd be chill."

Noah didn't even look down. Just stayed relaxed. Like this was exactly how he'd planned it.

Liam kept his grip loose, stroking slow. Carefully. Feeling. The weight of it was insane--every upward slide felt like a reminder of what he was doing. What he'd agreed to.

Noah didn't move. Didn't thrust or buck. Just let it happen. His head rested against the couch, arms stretched back behind his head like he was sunbathing. Like Liam was doing him a favor. His biceps flexed every now and then, casual.

The strokes kept going. Slow. Steady. The precum was unreal--slicking Liam's palm until it sounded wet. Sticky. Obscene.

Time dragged. Five minutes? Fifteen? Liam couldn't even tell. His hand ached, but he didn't stop. Couldn't. His cock throbbed inside his jeans--aching, neglected--but he didn't dare touch it. With time, his grip grew stronger and he was going up down the entire length of Noah's cock, who in turn kept mumbling and moaning in a low voice from time to time.

Eventually, Noah stretched with a grunt, flexing his shoulders. "Fuck, man. Feels too good. But this couch is getting uncomfortable." He stood up, cock swaying heavy in front of Liam's face.

Liam's eyes followed automatically.

"C'mon." Noah nodded toward the open space near the TV. "Up. You'll get a better angle."

Liam hesitated, but stood. His legs felt shaky. Like the blood had been pooling wrong this whole time. He wiped his palm on his jeans, breath uneven.

Noah pulled his loose tank over his head, tossing it aside. His abs flexed, tanned skin shining faintly with sweat. "Dude. You too. It's hot as shit in here."

Liam swallowed. But he pulled off his own shirt without a word, tossing it to the floor.

Noah grinned. "See? Already acting like a bro."

His cock stood fat and flushed, head dark, the foreskin pulled back halfway like it couldn't fully cover him anymore. Liam's gaze locked there without meaning to. The slit flexed with every slow throb, already slicking up the length with fresh precum. It dripped heavy, strings connecting to his thigh.

"Back to work, little buddy." Noah's voice was low. Encouraging. He pointed at the floor right in front of his swinging cock.

Liam dropped to his knees automatically. As if he couldn't escape the inertia. His fingers wrapped the shaft again, slick and hot. The angle had his face right in line with the head now. Close enough to smell Noah´s cock and feet sweat again. Close enough to see every pulse.

He stroked. Steady.

Noah let out a rough breath. "Fuck yeah..."

As Liam's hand moved, he realized Noah must have been getting close to cumming. If he came like this, it'd be all over him. No way to dodge it.

Without thinking, his voice came out low. Passive. Almost mumbled.

"Don't cum, dude, alright? You're gonna--gonna get it all over me."

Noah chuckled. Low. Rough.

"The fuck? Of course I'm not gonna nut on you." His tone was dismissive. Like Liam was being ridiculous for even suggesting it. "Relax. I got control. No need to stop, come on, faster now."

But his cock twitched hard in Liam's grip. The room seemed quieter now. The music was still there, but everything else faded out. Liam kept moving his fist from base to tip.

The slit kept opening and closing. Precum leaked out in pulses, coating Liam's fingers, dripping down his wrist.

Liam didn't speak. Didn't think. He just kept moving as if hypnotized. The strokes increased speed.

Minutes passed. His own cock strained painfully inside his jeans, but he ignored it.

Then--without fucking warning or noise from Noah--

Noah's breath hitched sharp. His abs flexed. His balls pulled tight.

The first rope of cum shot out, landing hot across Liam's collarbone and splattering against his neck.

Liam gasped. Instinct kicked in--he started to pull back, shoulders shifting,

"Don't move!" Noah's voice snapped like a command. Loud. Authoritative. The most serious he'd sounded all night. "Keep stroking. Don't fucking stop."

Liam froze. His pulse spiked. His hand tightened automatically around Noah's cock and he felt it pulse another rope of cum, as his friend groaned in pleasure, loud; the instinct to obey overtaking everything else. His brain felt scrambled, dizzy, but his fist kept working the cock steady, even as the next heavy spurt hit his chest, hot and thick.

He kept stroking through Noah's orgasm. Even tightened his grip.

Noah moaned loudly, cursing. "FuuUUuUUUUuuuk, little buddyyyyy. Thats iiit."

Another pulse hit. Cum landed across Liam's cheek and neck. Then another. And another. Thick ropes painting his skin, hot and wet.

Liam's heart hammered. He didn't move. He just watched. Stroking.

Noah's hand dropped to his shoulder, gripping it tight as the last few spurts leaked out, sliding down his shaft, over Liam's fingers. Liam's own cock throbbed hard enough to ache. He didn't say a word. His palm just stayed wrapped around Noah's spent, still-hard cock as if waiting permission to take his hand off of it. Cum dripping slowly across his skin.

Noah's hand gave Liam's shoulder a squeeze before letting go. He stretched his arms overhead, groaning softly like he'd just finished a good lift. "Damn. That was good. Really needed that."

Liam stayed frozen. His knees ached from the floor. His palm was still slick around Noah's softening cock, fingers sticky with the last traces of cum. His mind raced, but his body wouldn't move.

Liam swallowed hard. His throat painfully dry. "You... you came...". The words sounded distant. Anesthetized. Like he wasn't sure he'd even spoken them.

But Noah didn't answer. He glanced down--grinning. Not at himself. At Liam's lap.

"You, uh... you might wanna take care of that too." He nodded toward the bulge in Liam's jeans. The dark patch where precum had soaked through. "You're fucking leaking through your pants."

Liam flushed. His thighs tensed. He tried to cover himself automatically but it was too obvious.

Noah chuckled, easy. "Hey. No shame, man. After a job like that? Kinda expected." He grabbed his tank top from the couch and pulled it on with zero urgency.

He turned toward the kitchen like they had just watched a movie or something.

"Think I'll grab a sandwich." Noah stretched, muscles flexing. "I'll leave you to... handle your situation." His eyes dipped meaningfully to Liam's torso, his own jizz dripping everywhere. "You're a mess." He chuckled.

He smirked--easy, confident, like this was nothing. "Go ahead. Get yourself sorted."

Then he disappeared into the kitchen.

Leaving Liam kneeling. Shirtless. Chest and neck streaked with Noah's warm cum. Cock still painfully hard. Staring after him.