FDD 21

When Noah made a sulky face, I smiled to cheer him up.

“Just show both of you. Double the fun!”

Noah chuckled softly and called Buttercup. She wasn’t usually an obedient cat, but this time, she followed Noah’s command and climbed onto the bed. And then, Buttercup was captured on camera.

Buttercup leaned her head in to sniff the laptop monitor. Thanks to that, I was able to see Buttercup’s nose and eyes up close.

“Buttercup! I love you!”

When I, trapped inside a small square, spoke, Buttercup was a little startled and cried out, “Meow!” She was so adorable. When she blocked the entire camera, Noah grabbed her body and stepped back a little.

Because of that, Buttercup’s face moved further away, but thanks to that, I could see her whole body. Buttercup was held in Noah’s arms, and while Noah stroked her fur lovingly, he asked me.

“So, who is it, me or Buttercup?”

I pretended to be sulking.

“Don’t ask difficult questions.”

When I suddenly got serious, Noah looked genuinely hurt. I relaxed my expression and called out to Noah.

“Hey, just kidding. Cookie! Cheer up!”

As I moved my hand in front of the camera to tickle his chin, Noah relaxed his expression a little. However, he still looked dissatisfied.

“Who is Cookie?”

“My first love, which ended when I was eleven.”

“You said I was your first love.”

Noah frowned. He looked so cute like that, making it hard to stop teasing him.

“Don’t get jealous of a dog after already losing to a cat. Besides, I can’t even see Cookie anymore.”

As I slumped my shoulders and wore a sad expression, Noah gently tickled Buttercup’s chin and asked worriedly,

“Why?”

Noah seemed to think Cookie was dead. Since Buttercup was precious to him too, he must’ve imagined life without Buttercup, because he hugged her tightly. Oblivious to his feelings, Buttercup struggled to get out of his embrace.

“She moved to another state. She used to walk for two hours every day and ate only healthy food, so she’ll probably live a long time. Later, if the world’s longest-living brown poodle appeared on TV, it would definitely be Cookie.”

Noah looked relieved at my words. He gave Buttercup a loud kiss on the forehead and released the cat.

Only then was Buttercup free, and she jumped down from [Read on]the bed. A cute thump sounded as she landed on the floor.

“Did Buttercup go out?”

“Yeah, why? Should I call her back?”

I asked when I couldn’t hear Buttercup. At that, Noah stood up to call her, but I quickly stopped him.

“No! No!”

“What’s wrong?”

Noah took the opportunity to adjust his position and leaned against the headboard. I whispered in a low voice,

“Noah, close the door and come back.”

Noah obediently got up, the screen shook as he walked over and closed the door. Then he came back unauthorized copyto bed, and once the screen was stable again, he asked,

“Why?”

“Well, it’s just embarrassing to say in front of Buttercup.”

“What do you mean?”

Noah raised one corner of his mouth.

“I want to kiss you.”

When I looked away from the camera, Noah laughed.

“We kissed a few hours ago.”

“So? Don’t you want to do it again?”

As I glared at him, Noah replied,

“Of course I do.”

Why couldn’t video calls let people kiss?

Suddenly, sexual acts performed over phone came to mind, but I racked my brain, trying to figure out if we were at that stage yet.

Could we really do something like that now?

Would I seem too eager?

While I was stuck in my own thoughts, Noah suddenly spoke in a slightly hurried voice.

“Luca, I have to go now.”

“Already?”

“I’ll call you later. Just wait a little. I love y–”

Noah ended the call before the “I love you” could even be properly finished. He really did seem to be in a hurry. I felt a little disappointed and angry, but I was overjoyed when I received a call from Noah right before going to bed, so I sacrificed sleep to talk to him.

***

Today is Wednesday. There are two days left until the prom.

Since Noah and I had suddenly decided to go to the prom, we had to prepare our clothes in a hurry. Fortunately, however, I had a suit that my dad had made for me, saying that a man needs a suit that fits perfectly, and Noah also had a suit he used to wear for funerals and weddings. Although Noah and I weren’t going to the prom as partners (in a way, we are partners? What kind of relationship is a partner’s partner?), the thought of seeing Noah in a suit stirred my anticipation.

And those suits passed V’s inspection safely, as she insisted she couldn’t be embarrassed taking us as a prom partners. V showed me a photo of a black dress that reached down to the knees and wrapped around the neck, along with a hair accessory. The dress was ordinary, but the hair accessory was…

“What, are you going to the Met Gala?”

“If I went to the Met Gala, everyone would drop dead. This is just me being tame.”

Andy exclaimed in surprise when he saw the hair accessory. Then V confidently answered as she showed off her outfit. I wished V would launch her Netflix show soon and go to the Met Gala.

“Isn’t it ridiculous to choose an outfit like this and then say you don’t want to stand out?”

Noah also looked stunned by the hair accessory. V replied to Noah in a serious voice.

“Actually, you guys aren’t partners, you’re bodyguards. Just pretend you have walkie-talkies plugged into your ears and keep an eye on the people around you.”

“Did Mike run away because of this?”

Andy said something that earned him a beating from V. Even though I knew V was joking, I briefly considered whether I should get a walkie-talkie somewhere. I also wondered if V inspected Noah and my clothes because she was worried we might stand out more than her own attire. Since Noah and I were wearing black suits that looked exactly like bodyguards, we could perfectly execute V’s joke if we just put on sunglasses.

***

As I was taking a book out of the cabinet, someone tapped me on the back. I turned around and saw Chloe. I was so glad to see Chloe, whom I hadn’t seen since the hospital, that I hurriedly put the book down and hugged her.

“Chloe!”

“What’s wrong?”

Even as she said that, Chloe hugged me back, patted my back, and whispered.

“Looks like things are going well with Noah?”

“So-so.”

“Don’t act all modest. I can see you’re head over heels for him.”

When I scratched my nose, Chloe nudged my side, and I asked in surprise.

“Is it obvious?”

“No. I only noticed because I already know. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have seen it.”

Chloe patted my back to reassure me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“But why doesn’t Fox spread any rumors even though he knows?”

When I suddenly thought of Gerald and voiced my suspicion, Chloe released the arm she had around my shoulders and said,

“Don’t worry. He’s busy with his own work. The prom got postponed by a week, and he’s completely focused on whether he can become Prom King or not.”

“How do you know that?”

When I looked at Chloe with a questioning expression, she recoiled in horror.

“It’s because he kept bothering me, telling me to go to the prom with him instead of John and become the Prom King and Queen couple!”

“Aha.”

“You’re going to the prom?”

When I nodded at Chloe’s question, she was startled and almost screamed, but managed to lower her voice and whispered, “Are you going with Noah?”

“I am going with Noah, but he and I aren’t partners; we’re going together as Vicky’s partners.”

“Ah. At least you are going together.”

Chloe nodded as if to say she understood. Then the bell rang. Chloe patted my back, shouted “See you later!”, and walked away.

***

After all the classes were over, I got into Noah’s car. He drove without saying a word. Like Noah, I was also looking only ahead and couldn’t say anything.

Noah stopped the car in a secluded spot. I unbuckled my seatbelt before the car came to a complete stop, and before the engine even turned off, I grabbed Noah’s face.

He looked slightly surprised but smiled and accepted what I was doing. I held his face and pressed my lips to his. Noah kissed me back and pushed the driver’s seat back. Thanks to the extra space, I was able to climb onto his lap.

Since we had both brushed our teeth after class as promised, a fresh minty scent of toothpaste filled our mouths. I couldn’t help but laugh, because it was a little funny.

Noah couldn’t tolerate even that brief moment; he grabbed my back and resumed the kiss.

His thick, hot tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine. Then, as the kiss grew more passionate, my back was pushed back, and the horn blared.

Honk!

We were startled and pulled our lips apart to look around. We could see birds flying away, startled by the sound, but there was no one around. Noah sat me back in the passenger seat, then this time he moved over me. I wanted to push the seat back skillfully like Noah had, but since it wasn’t my car, I fumbled with the controls. As a result, the seat reclined all the way to 180 degrees.

“Luca, how far do you want to go in the car?”

Noah asked teasingly, calling me naughty as he climbed on top of me. But honestly, he was right, I was being naughty. Without answering, I grabbed his collar and pulled him down. Noah laughed and obediently came closer.

I pulled out the shirt that was tucked into his pants and slipped my hand underneath.

It felt like just yesterday that even a kiss felt embarrassing. (If not exactly yesterday, it must have been about the week before last.) And Noah also slipped his hand inside my shirt and rubbed my stomach. It was just rubbing, but it was stimulating. Perhaps I was breathing too heavily, because Noah suddenly laughed.

“No, Luca. You’re too… beastly. Like you’re going to devour me.”

You’re the one on top of me right now!

“So, do you hate it?”

“No, I love it.”

We hugged each other and shared a kiss. It was an innocent kiss, without tongues.

Just as the kiss was about to deepen again, someone knocked on the car window. We jumped apart in surprise. Noah rolled the window down. Outside stood Daniel in his uniform.

“What are you doing here? Hi, Luca.”

“Huh? Uh. Daniel. Hi.”

I waved my hand awkwardly, and Noah replied as if nothing had happened.

“We were driving and stopped here for a bit.”

“In such a secluded place?”

Daniel looked around and asked suspiciously. There was nothing but trees in the surroundings.

“Well, we can’t exactly have a date on the street.”

When Noah spoke a little curtly, Daniel understood and said, “Have fun.” He turned his back. Noah tried to roll up the window again, but Daniel’s hand stopped him. He rummaged through his pocket and handed something to Noah.

“Use more if you need. You’re in your prime.”

I had no idea why he kept something like that in his uniform pocket, but what Daniel handed him was a box of condoms.

“Have safe sex,” Daniel said, waved his hand, and walked away. He got into the patrol car where his partner was and vanished without looking back. Noah buried his head in the steering wheel, the tips of his ears bright red.

Feeling embarrassed yet intrigued by the unfamiliar type of condom, I examined the box. It was a special kind, different from the ones I had seen in the infirmary. I looked at Noah’s red ears and thought. Does Noah want to have sex with me? My answer was embarrassing but clear. I wanted to.

***

After Noah and I started dating, I watched gay porn videos that had definitely turned me on before, but which I had tried hard to ignore. From watching them, I realized my preferred sex position. I wanted Noah to penetrate me.

I wasn’t ashamed, though revealing my sexual desires too openly might be embarrassing. But just like with heterosexual sex, gay sex required a lot of preparation. So, with my face burning red, I searched for all kinds of information online. There was a lot of misinformation, but I found some useful bits and decided to try them out.

While the bathtub was filling with water, I washed my hair and body. I didn’t understand why one should wash oneself before getting into the tub when using it alone, but since that was what I had been taught, I washed myself thoroughly out of habit. Then, after hesitating for a while after soaking in the tub, I brought my finger between my buttocks.

Thanks to the water, my middle finger went in more easily than I expected, but that was all. I had no idea how Noah’s thing was supposed to fit in here or how I was supposed to feel pleasure from it. However, there must be something good about it if people do it. I decided to study it a little bit every time I took a bath.

Since I am a diligent and studious student, I am sure I will produce decent results.

First, I inserted my middle finger as deeply as possible. The position was uncomfortable, so I even buried my face in the water, but it went fairly smoothly.

Then, after hesitating for a while, I finally managed to spread my legs and pushed in the tip of my index finger. After several attempts, I managed to insert both my index and middle fingers and moved them around inside, but it was simply wet and warm.

However, it would probably feel different if it wasn’t a finger but an actual cock inside. If Noah were to thrust into me, would he feel a lot of pleasure? I still didn’t know what Noah’s face looked like when he orgasmed, but the expression he made while kissing me was sexy.

While imagining Noah burying himself deep inside my ass, I got hard. stolen contentI pulled out the fingers I had inserted from behind and brought them forward. I suddenly wanted to kiss Noah.

***

My fingertips were heavily wrinkled due to the unexpectedly long bath. My left index and middle fingers, which had been inside my ass, were especially shriveled, though that was probably just my imagination.

As I sat at my desk staring at my palms, a video call suddenly came in on my phone. I was so startled that I rejected it. Immediately after, another video call came in on my laptop. I carefully accepted the call, making sure my palms were out of sight.

Buttercup filled the screen. Noah was holding her, and Buttercup was meowing. It didn’t sound like a complaint. Without realizing it, I relaxed my expression and let out a high-pitched “Ah…”

She was so cute. As my eyes met Buttercup’s green ones, something hot surged up in my chest. Then, Noah, who had been hiding behind Buttercup, peeked his head out.

My Cookie. My lovely Cookie.

“Are you playing with Buttercup, Cookie?”

Noah grabbed both of Buttercup’s front paws and made her dance. Cookie and Buttercup danced together. Read on (Though Buttercup was doing it completely against her will.) When Buttercup meowed, Noah set her down under the bed. The sound of Buttercup’s tiny paws pattering away could be heard. Noah disappeared from the screen for a moment; I assumed he had gotten up to close the door after hearing a ‘click.’

Then he showed his handsome face again. No matter how many times I saw it, he was beautiful.

“Did you take a shower?”

Noah probably asked because he saw my wet hair, but I felt a sudden pang of guilt and paused for a moment before answering. Noah’s hair was slightly wet too.

“You showered too, Cookie.”

“Am I still Cookie?”

When Noah was called ‘Cookie,’ he pointed at himself with his finger and smiled. It was cute how his nose was glistening, just like Cookie the poodle.

“Once a Cookie, always a Cookie.”

“Then, Luca, what are you?”

“I am Cookie Monster.” ¹

I mimicked Cookie Monster by pretending to hold a cookie in my hand and eat it. Noah laughed so hard it sounded like he was squealing. Then he dramatically covered his body with his hands.

“It’s scary.”

“You’re not scared.”

“Right. You’re cute.”

“Today you’re Almond Cookie.”

“You like almonds. Do you like me today?”

Noah smiled, looking very satisfied. I smiled and nodded.

I really loved almonds. Enough that I once ate an entire bag in one sitting.

“Yeah.”

“What if you don’t like them?”

“Noah Solano.”

When I suddenly became serious, Noah recoiled in genuine disgust.

“Don’t call me that like a stranger.”

“Okay. Then Raisin Cookie.”

“So you don’t like raisins. I’ll keep that in mind.”

We continued talking about things that might seem trivial to others but were precious to us.