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I tried looking for a model for Chester but found none, so I drew him instead. Up there^^^

Our albino was on cloud nine for the next several days, blending right into all that figurative whiteness.

Morris had appeared to have grown up overnight or something of that kind. Noah would've supposed that sex did that to people, but Morris was far from virgin, and so that explanation went out the window.

But Noah didn't bother finding another one. He was satisfied (physically and mentally) with the way things were and that was that. It all began right the day after...

A content smile kept Noah's lips stretched as he stood before his favorite coffee machine, eyeing all the possibilities. He could've stuck with his preference, but he was feeling adventurous today. He inserted two coins and then put his hands in the pockets of his low-waist jeans, swinging on his heels as he contemplated.

Before he got to make a choice, a hand was planted firmly on his shoulder to turn him around, pressing him against the vending machine. He heard a beep, having accidentally pushed a button.

"Kent!" he exclaimed.

The man let no room for formalities. He shoved a kiss on Noah's lips and let his tongue do wonders while letting his hands roam all over the little one's body.

Noah easily adjusted to the situation, hugging Morris's broad shoulders and cooperating. He could feel warmth on the back of his knees as the coffee poured into the cup, the machine vibrating against his back and butt. He loved the coffee machine, but never would he have thought it'd get this intimate with him.

"Kent, holy shit..." Noah sighed when the man gripped both his buttocks. He stuck out his tongue and Morris sucked it into his mouth loudly before pulling back and panting.

Hair fell over his eyes, expression unreadable. But then his mouth stretched lightly into a grin and he flipped the fringe away. As always, the strong green orbs made Noah infinitely jealous.

"Mm." Morris hummed, peeking around Noah. He let his head on top of his shoulder as he reached low, between Noah's legs. The albino halted as he felt the arm's length brush his crotch.

He vaguely remembered having done something similar to Morris, only less indiscreet.

"White coffee." Morris straightened up, holding a cup of just that.

He bent his neck and poked out his tongue, pressing it to Noah's jaw before sliding it upwards, slowly.

"My favorite."

"Kh-Kent..." Noah laughed faintly, only for the man to turn around and leave, the steam of his coffee trailing behind.

And that was only day one. Things got significantly more intense, and it was long before Noah noticed anything off about Morris. Hell, everything seemed just dandy about Morris what with two of the man's fingers inside of Noah.

Day five: they were in Noah's office, with the albino seated on the desk, Morris's hand under him. He was knuckles deep, just stretching Noah's insides shamelessly. Noah would move his hips now and then but it'd add so much to the pleasure he had to keep himself from it in order not to come all over the place.

"No no no..." Noah whimpered. Morris had started scissoring him, keeping the fingers in a V position that kept stretching and closing. "Oh my..."

He blindly palmed Morris through his pants, rubbing his length up and down with the heel of his palm. The man sighed calmly into his neck and then mouthed it, all the while his shoulder rolled. Noah clenched it as to slow down the movements inside of him but Morris only started flicking his wrist instead.

Noah took a deep, loud breath of high pitch and let his head fall backwards, only exposing his neck further. Morris moved his second hand which had been nearly bruising Noah's hipbone to clench the plenty hair at the back of his neck. Noah grunted, moving his head after the hand that kept departing until he found himself falling with his back on the desk.

Things got knocked all over the place, tumbling loudly. He parted his legs as wide as he could, back arched and hips rolling contrary to the fingers in him.

And then Morris bent down.

Noah gawked at the ceiling, stopping all movement to focus on the breath he felt on his junk. Morris pressed his wet, warm tongue to the base of it and slid it upwards.

Before he even got to the tip, Noah had came in multiple shots, his abs and thighs twitching randomly. And yet Morris only kept going up until his tongue followed the trail of cum.

His shadow fell over Noah when he rose, cheeks sucked in and lips plump because of the substance he held in. Noah watched him move his head aside and spit to the floor.

"Kent..." Noah murmured awed.

"Put on a show." was Morris only reply as he unzipped his pants with the hand that had been in Noah.

Noah planted his back on the desk once again and parted his legs wider absent-mindedly. Then, he found himself with a mouthful of fingers hooked around his lower teeth, knuckles toying with his tongue.

He closed his eyes and bit slightly, letting out a moan that barely went heard over the sound of Morris jacking off.

Noah was aware of his position as submissive in all past intercourses, but this was beyond anything he'd ever done. He was being whinier than a virgin girl and he loved it.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt the man's orgasm drop on his belly. The fingers slid out of his mouth with a trail of saliva. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist while he slowly sat up, holding the hem of his blue and white striped long-sleeve t-shirt so that it wouldn't get stained.

"Kent..." he sheepishly said while watching the man take napkins from his box. He took a few for himself, wiping his sucked-in stomach. He blinked in disbelief at the sight, suddenly remembering he hasn't eaten in a long while.

"I didn't think you had such maneuvers in you..." he chuckled, brushing off his contemplation.

Morris licked his teeth, eyes half-closed, barely focused on the task at hand, that was getting his fingers clean.

"Where are you going, let's hang out." Noah said upon seeing the man turn away, ready to leave.

Morris darted a glance at his wristwatch. "I have a meeting."

"Oh. Okay." Noah reached out and patted his tie. Morris ran a hand over it, moved the knot left-right-left before running a hand down the material once again.

"You're not... upset or something." Noah said.

Morris cocked his head and sketched a grin, lines appearing under his eyes. "No, just stressed by work."

He poked Noah's nose and left.

Noah believed him, and yet the grin of relief faded the moment his door closed.

He wiped sweat away from his forehead and cheeks before sliding off the table and doing up his pants. He snapped his head towards the surveillance monitors, strands of hair getting over half his face.

After running a hand through them to pin them up, he walked over to the screens and checked the cameras for the next half hour, and then checked them every now and then for the rest of the work time.

Morris lied about the meeting.

And it was only then that Noah started beginning to suspect that something was off.

But one day, it all came crashing down on him in the worst way possible.

"Tiptoe, through the window, by the window, that is where I'll be come tiptoe, through the tulips, with me..."

Noah was in his office, working. His fingers froze over the keyboard while his eyes moved smoothly from center to the corner, gawking at the lit up screen of the phone.

People didn't call anymore, they texted, especially Noah's friends what with being so cool and all. But there was always that certain someone, that certain Morris.

Noah hadn't heard the tune every since their date. Sure, Morris had calmed down with the constant calling even before it, but no day would've passed without at least one lame joke over the phone.

And only now that the soundtrack made its cringe-worthy comeback did Noah realize its recent absence.

Morris had stopped calling him daily. Okay, he told himself, it was only normal he'd get bored eventually, or maybe forget altogether. Morris was forgetful, he was that.

Noah was so lost in thought that he missed the call. Once the melody stopped abruptly, he took the phone and quickly dialed the man's number, listening to the ring.

He sketched an expectant smile that turned into a grin once the man answered.

"Yes, Kent. Who walks into a bar this tim-"

"Meet me at the bathroom."

And, at the same time as the beep of the call ending, it all clicked together.

Morris was not okay.

Noah put the phone away with a blush of embarrassment. He hesitantly stood up from the desk and opened the door, peeking down the hallway.

Surely enough, he was at the end of it, leaning a shoulder on the wall, hands in pockets. He looked at Noah vacantly, jaw clenched tight.

Each step Noah took closer made him feel as though he was approaching a bully rather than a fling.

Even when Noah reached him and leaned on the door frame as well, the man kept his stoic expression. It was then that Noah saw Morris Kentson, the Morris Kentson that was intelligent, the Morris Kentson that solved minesweeper in 32 seconds despite having learned how to play minutes prior, the Morris Kentson that was HR Generalist in one of the biggest electronics companies.

"Are you feeling well?" Morris questioned, eyes squinting slightly. "You're looking a little pale."

Noah's eyebrow twitched at the man's irony. "Haha." he deadpanned.

Morris scoffed and brought their noses together with a soft brush. "After you."

Noah glanced at the bathroom door from the corner of his eyes but then they trembled randomly and he blinked.

"Sure." he whispered and went in, with the man on his trails. "Can we just talk a little first..."

As the door of the stall closed after Noah, its shadow covered him. He turned around to see Morris undo his zipper and lean against the door expectantly.

"I'd love to see you try to talk."

He raised a finger and pointed at the ground twice.

Noah opened his mouth but Morris literally pinched his lower lip and brought him closer before repeating the previous gesture.

The albino sighed and lowered to his knees, feeling them pop. He cringed once the cold tile floor pressed into them, he was too easy to bruise.

Noah took out Morris's member and sighed over its tip before getting on sucking.

Unlike the last time he's done this, Morris was bluntly demanding. His fingers gripped Noah's hair and guided him so that he was quickly fucking his throat, and it got to the point in which Noah started choking and coughing through his nose.

Sure, it did nothing but excite Noah, but it was still concerning. His neck was really sore and his knees trembled in overwhelming pain, but clinging on Morris's legs helped.

Noah reached into his pants and started jacking himself off, panting loudly under Morris's grunts and moans.

The man must've been close because his thrusts suddenly slowed down to long, deep jerks. Noah started tearing up, unable to avoid the pain of his jaw, though he was just as close to coming as Morris.

With no warning, the man's come forced its way down Noah's throat. He gawked distantly and came as well with a whimper, his lips nearly biting into the man's junk.

Morris pulled out and sighed long, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Noah gulped with a cringe at how much it hurt to and wiped his mouth, sitting on his heels. Morris zipped up and leaned to place a kiss on the top of Noah's head.

When the young man didn't respond, Morris lowered to a crouch and moved Noah's chin up.

"Something on your mind?" he frowned as though Noah couldn't possibly have a reason to be displeased.

Noah just shook his head negatively. It was all Morris needed to stand up and open the door. Once he gussied up in the mirror, he darted a glance over his shoulder.

"Catch you later."

Noah was still on the same spot, trying to breathe regularly. He was having a problem entirely physical.

The semen he'd swallowed meant substance other than coffee, liquid, entering his stomach. And it was only then that he felt how excruciatingly hungry he was.

He wrapped an arm around his waist and bent forwards, wheezing. It was that horrid pain before the stomach would growl, but it seemingly stretched on forever.

And then, at last, it finally growled with an echo, causing him to breathe in relief.

Noah reached a hand to the door handle and hooked his fingers around it, pulling himself up on trembling feet. He was starting to panic now that he considered the shit condition of his body.

The distance from the stall to the sink was crossed through a stumble. His hands found the counter's edge and he closed his eyes, trying to recompose himself. He moved his jaw left and right to calm the soreness and then raised his head to glare at the mirror.

Noah's breath left his lungs entirely.

"You disgusting freak." he said after a ragged breath.

No, he wasn't addressing himself, not that self-hateful. He was addressing the reflection of Chester.

The tall man was just stepping out of the last bathroom stall, holding toilet paper to his nose. It was stained with lots of blood, and yet a nostril kept leaking as far as to his chin. It didn't help his cadaver face one bit, and the blunt white neon lights were just too much.

"What the hell." Noah said in a frail voice.

Chester grinned lazily. Some blood had gotten into his mouth, staining the lines of his gums.

"I got a nosebleed and came here to stop it."

"And then stayed for the fucking show." Noah turned to face him but kept both hands on the sink, leaning on it.

"Anyone would've, it's called morbid curiosity."

"You're a sick fuck."

"You're sick. Literally." Chester eyed Noah's posture. "When the doctor talked about that diet he was meaning food, not sperm."

"Sick, who's talking! Look at you!"

Chester threw away the paper and got on washing his hands, occasionally wiping the remaining blood from his face.

"Yeah, I should shave shouldn't I."

"Try sleep, you imbecile fuck. Instead of going around creeping on people."

Chester laughed dry like a scratch on the blackboard and glowered at him.

"Haha speaking of which, aren't you faggot enough not to choke on dick? What was up with that fail?"

Noah took two heavy steps and punched him square in the nose. Chester's effort went down the drain as the blood flow started once again, spilling over his fingers and the floor.

He covered the nose with a hand and turned to look at Noah with unimpressed eyes, barely visible from underneath the wavy hair.

Noah tried to step back but his knees gave away once again and he stumbled against the counter once again, gripping it.

Chester took slow steps towards him and kept watching from above his long fingers that covered half his face. He blinked heavily, wobbling a little bit.

"I think I'm ready to nap." he declared, most likely dizzy from the hit. He let his arm slump down which caused the blood to reach as low as his neck, rounding the defined Adam's apple.

Noah sighed shakily and peeked at his own figure in the mirror, looking just about as neglected as his friend.

"Me too, Chester."

....Now this is one edgy chapter...

What's on your mind. Just pour it all out, don't keep it in.

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