Still no words. Darien’s lips were parted, but only soft moans came out as their bodies strained together. Riding him, fucking himself on him, Noah looked down at the beautiful man under him, and he had a sudden, sharp thought, one which pierced into his heart like a knife, that he wished that somehow, this could work.
He was involved now. He would do everything he could to make it work, and yet, there was a faint, niggling doubt, one which hadn’t been there the night before, that it was impossible. That no matter how hard he tried, Darien wouldn’t be there trying right along with him.
Surely it wasn’t completely hopeless. Not just yet. This time, though, when the pleasure rushed through him, and when he felt Darien’s cock inside of himself twitch and throb and pulse with the force of his own release, Noah felt like the pleasure wasn’t something that they shared. It didn’t draw them closer, it just pulled a curtain between them, cutting them off from each other and ruining any closeness which the act of love had raised between them.
Noah almost sobbed softly as his orgasm rushed through him, and the pleasure felt as good as it always did. His body loved it, but his heart, his mind, his soul, they railed against this thing which had been supposed to pull him and Darien together but which had only shut them off from each other.
Closing his eyes, Noah climbed off of Darien, lying on his side, hoping that somehow Darien would lie down with him, would cradle him close and comfort him.
But it never happened. Instead, Noah fell into a thin, troubled sleep, and when he woke up, Darien wasn’t in bed with him. More than that, Darien wasn’t even in the house with him, and the place seemed to stretch out to infinity all around him, void and empty, the only thing to be found there was despair.
Noah’s eyes were dry as he climbed out of bed, ignoring his throbbing ass as he pulled his clothes back on. He went back to the desk and settled down to do the work which he had been pulled away from.
Darien didn’t take their relationship seriously, that much was clear from how he’d left, how he hadn’t touched Noah after they’d fucked. Darien was off, maybe with Ken? And Noah was here all alone.
At least he still had his school work, and the websites, to distract him. The trick was not to think, just to hope that somehow, when he and Darien faced each other again, everything would have healed between them and it could be like it had all too briefly been.
