The Troll Whisperer (10 page)

They kissed some more, grinding against each
other until Oscar put a stop to it. “We aren’t going to get far if
you keep doing that,” he said, panting.

Noah was panting, too. He got off of Oscar
and reached for the lube and condom. He pressed them into Oscar’s
hand.

“Just so we’re clear, you want me to fuck
you, right?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

In lieu of an answer, Noah wrapped his arms
around Oscar and kissed the breath right out of him. Noah lay down
on the bed as Oscar got on top of him. They kissed and groped for a
few more minutes. Oscar put his hand between Noah’s legs, rubbing
his fingers in the crack of Noah’s ass. “You ever had anything in
your ass before?”

Noah’s skin got a little pinker. “Yes,
actually. I’ve been… practicing.”

“Oh yeah?” He really liked the mental image
that created. So much so, that he wouldn’t mind seeing it in
action. “Why don’t you show me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do whatever it is you did to ‘practice.’ I
want to see it.”

Noah let out a nervous laugh. “Okay,” he
said. Oscar sat up and moved back a little. Noah reached over to
the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He removed a thin, white
dildo.

“You’ve been fucking yourself with that?”

Noah made another giddy, nervous noise. He
nodded.

“Do it for me now,” Oscar said. “I want to
see how you like to be fucked.”

Noah squeezed some lube into his hand and
began stroking his dick. After a few minutes, he stopped to put
some lube on the fingers of his other hand. He went back to work on
his dick with his right hand while his left drifted downward. His
fingers moved in a slow circle around his asshole, very gradually
pressing inside. It was a mesmerizing sight.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Oscar said.

Noah grinned. “Yeah?” he said. “Then you’re
going to love this.” He removed his fingers and reached for the
dildo. He got up on his knees, holding onto the headboard with one
hand as he positioned the dildo with the other. He took a deep
breath, and then pushed it inside him. As soon as it breached him,
he let out the most erotic sound Oscar had ever heard; it was not a
gasp, not a moan, and not a keen, but somehow a mix of all of
those. Oscar was pretty sure he was going to masturbate to the
memory of that sound for a long time.

Noah held the dildo in for a moment, and then
pulled it back out. He began to push it forward again, making that
same unbearable sexy sound as he plunged it back in. He did it
again, and again, and again, thrusting his hips in time with the
dildo’s movement.

Oscar’s cock was so hard by now that it was
painful. He grabbed the condom and rolled it on himself, then put
his hand over the hand that held the dildo. “Okay, practice over,”
he growled. He removed the dildo and tossed it on the bed. “I can’t
believe you’ve been doing this without telling me.”

Noah laughed, deep and throaty. “A gentleman
is entitled to his secrets.”

Oscar grabbed Noah’s hip with one hand; he
lined his cock up with Noah’s still wet hole with the other.
Slowly, he pushed inside. Noah let out a wail, grabbing the
headboard with both hands.

Oscar stopped. “You okay?”

In response, Noah thrust his ass backward,
taking in more of Oscar’s length. Seemed like Oscar was clear to
go. He thrust in deep; pleasure ripped through him. He wanted to
keep his thrusts slow to make this last, but he couldn’t control
himself— not with the way Noah was moaning, and the way he kept
moving his hips. He gave into the rhythm Noah set and fucked him
fast and hard. The pleasure built to an undeniable crescendo until
Oscar came with a great, heaving groan.

Noah was still rocking back on him
desperately, fucking himself on Oscar’s cock after Oscar had
stilled. Oscar’s cock was way too sensitive to keep fucking, so he
reluctantly pulled out.

Noah wailed with frustration. “Don’t stop… so
close.”

“Don’t worry,” Oscar managed to pant. “I’m
not done with you.” He put his hand on Noah’s hip. “Turn over and
lie down on your back.”

Noah did as he was told.

Oscar grabbed the dildo. When Noah saw what
he was doing, he moaned.

“Pull your legs up,” Oscar commanded. “Yeah,
like that. And get your hand off your cock,” he said, slapping it
away as Noah began to stroke himself again.

Noah groaned in frustration, but didn’t move
to disobey him. “Please,” he whined.

Oscar pressed the dildo against Noah’s hole,
just holding it there for a moment until Noah started moving his
hips again. He eased it in until Noah had a good five inches of the
toy inside him.

Oscar held the dildo still. He put his mouth
close to Noah’s ear. Noah had said that ASMR wasn’t a sex thing,
but he wanted to see if he could cross some wires. “
If I whisper
like this to you
,” he said softly. “
Will you tingle all
over
?”

Noah let out a sound halfway between a laugh
and a moan. “Oh jeez,” he gasped. “Yes.
Yes
.”

Oscar eased the dildo out a little before
pushing it back in. “
You are a gorgeous mess right now
,” he
whispered. “
I must have fucked you real good to make you like
this
.” He gave him another thrust, but not as hard as he knew
Noah wanted it. Now that he had his own orgasm out of the way,
Oscar felt like playing a little, just to see what buttons he could
push. He had a couple ideas. “
I wish I could take a picture of
you
.”

Noah’s cock jumped. Oscar grinned to himself.
Yup, there was a little bit of an exhibitionist in Noah. He’d
suspected as much with the whole nurse role-play videos he made. It
wasn’t anything he really wanted them to do, but it sure was fun to
talk about. “
No, not a picture. I’d make a video of you and put
it up on your channel. See what kind of triggers you could get out
of your audience then. Like this wet sound of me fucking you with
this dildo— bet that would give a lot of people tingles
.”

He gave Noah a moment to get that picture in
his mind before reaching for his cock. It took him a minute to
coordinate the hand on the dildo and the hand on his cock. He soon
got the hang of it. “
Yeah, picture yourself in that nurse’s
uniform, trying to go through your routine, except this time I’m
behind you, fucking your ass. How long could you keep up that
whisper, do you think? Do you think you’d get any nasty comments if
you got too loud
?”

Whoops, that had been a little too close to
revealing something. Fortunately, Noah seemed most of the way out
of his mind. Oscar sped up his strokes. “
Do you think you can
come in a whisper
?”

It turned out that he could not. He screamed
his orgasm, coming so hard that the come hit the headboard. Oscar
was impressed; that was some porn star shit.

Oscar eased the dildo out of Noah as he
panted through the aftermath of his orgasm. He kissed his slack
lips; Noah, not surprisingly, was not able to muster much of
response. Oscar put the dildo and the lube in the nightstand’s
drawer. He tied off the condom and tossed it toward the trash bin
by Noah’s desk on the other side of the room. He scored.

After a few minutes, Noah’s breathing started
to slow down, but he was still panting. “Oh my God,” he said. “Oh
my God. That was— I’ve never—” Noah ran a hand through his hair,
his mouth opening and shutting as if he were searching for words.
“Oh my God,” was all he could manage.

Oscar threaded his fingers together behind
his head and smiled smugly. He had fucked the brains right out of
him.

Suddenly, Noah rolled over on top of Oscar
and began kissing him everywhere. “You’re amazing,” Noah said. “You
are so amazing. Do you know how amazing you are?”

Oscar laughed, trying to bat him away.
“You’re welcome.”

Noah pulled back, holding himself up on his
arms as he looked down at Oscar. “You’re joking, but I mean it.
Thank you. When I first realized I was gay, I never thought
that—”

Oscar pulled Noah down and broke off that
sentence with a kiss. He didn’t feel like hearing about how sad and
lonely Noah had been. “You’re here now,” he said. “That’s what
matters, right?”

Noah nodded. He curled up beside Oscar,
laying his head on his chest. Oscar put an arm around his shoulder.
For a few moments, they just breathed. The air conditioning clicked
on, blowing cool air onto their sweaty bodies. The afterglow of his
own orgasm still buzzed through his body. Oscar couldn’t remember
the last time he’d felt this good. He could drift in this moment
forever.

Noah ran a finger over Oscar’s chest,
stopping at the tattoo at the center: a heart, pierced by three
swords. “What does this mean?” he asked.

Shit. He didn’t want to go into this now.
“Nothing,” he said, willing Noah to let them drift off again.

But of course, Noah couldn’t leave it alone.
“You chose to have this permanently inked on your body. It’s got to
mean something.”

Oscar ran a hand over his face. Noah,
clearly, was not going to give up until he got an answer. “It’s the
Three of Swords.”

Noah frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It’s from the tarot. You know, fortune
telling cards.”

“And what does the Three of Swords
signify?”

Oscar didn’t answer for a minute. “It means
sorrow,” he finally said. Why had he told the truth? He could feel
himself tensing already.

Noah didn’t press him further about that
tattoo, but he drifted over to the tribal style lion on his bicep.
“And what does this one mean?”

“It means I bite,” Oscar said, trying to keep
his tone light.

Noah laughed. He traced his finger down, past
his hip and to his left leg. “I’ve been sort of afraid to ask about
this one,” he said, indicating the raven on his shin. “Who are
Stephanie and Nikki?”

“They’re my two youngest sisters,” he said.
“They both really wanted a tattoo, but seeing as they were ten and
sixteen at the time, that wasn’t really possible. So I got it for
them.”

Noah smiled. “That’s really sweet. How many
siblings do you have?”

“Four. I’ve got one older sister, Alex, and
three younger ones: Sophia, Stephanie, and Nikki.”

“Do you see them often?”

“Well, Alex is off at Harvard, so I don’t see
her. Sophia started school at Cal State Fullerton two years ago. I
see Stephanie and Nikki plenty.” Then he frowned. That actually
wasn’t true— not since Dad had semi-retired, handing over most of
the day-to-day tasks of the plumbing business he owned. It was easy
to avoid him when he’d been working, but now that he was around the
house more often, Oscar found it simpler to just stay away. He
tried to think of the last time he’d seen his sisters and his mom.
Shit— had it really been since Christmas?

“So your family,” Noah asked hesitantly. “Do
they know you’re gay?”

Oscar took a deep breath. “Yup.”

“Are they okay with it?”

“Yes.”

Noah frowned. “I thought you said earlier
that it was complicated.”

“It is,” Oscar snapped. “And I really don’t
want to talk about it, okay? Can’t we just be here and not drag up
shit from the past?” Oscar sat up.
Deep breaths
.

Noah sat up as well. “I’m sorry,” he said,
touching Oscar’s shoulder. “Please. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s cool,” Oscar said, and tried to mean
it.

Noah coaxed Oscar back down again. The air
conditioning that had been pleasant before, now felt too cool. As
if reading his thoughts, Noah turned down the bedspread and laid it
over them. He rested his head on Oscar’s chest again.

After a while, Noah spoke again. “Can I ask
you one last thing?” he asked. “You don’t have to answer if you
don’t want to.”

Oscar sucked in a breath. “Sure,” he said on
the exhale.

“What does the tattoo on your ankle
mean?”

Oscar looked down at him. “You noticed it?”
he asked in disbelief. No one noticed that one. It was done in
white ink; you had to look very carefully to see it. “It’s the Tree
of Gondor,” he mumbled.

“The tree of what?”

“The Tree of Gondor,” he said more loudly.
“From Lord of the Rings.”

Noah looked surprised. “I didn’t know you
liked that stuff.”

“Yeah, well, I was laid up for a long time,
and my sister turned me on to it.” He thought of Stephanie, ten
years old, sitting by his hospital bed with that big ass book, her
voice hesitant at first, but growing stronger as he squeezed her
hand…

Oscar felt sick to his stomach. “I’ve got to
go.” He rose from the bed and nearly fell over— he felt so
light-headed. His gaze darted around the room. Where were his
clothes? The living room. Right.

Noah scrambled after him. “Don’t go,” he
pleaded. “Please. I didn’t mean to—”

“Yes, you fucking did,” Oscar interrupted. “I
told you to leave it alone, but you had to keep pushing.”