He shut out the outside noise. Noah would do whatever it took to get Spencer back. Possibly, it was just make up sex, but it was genuine and a sensation that Noah never felt with anyone else.
The hard part was getting used to the surroundings. Honestly, Spencer needed a new bed, but Noah wouldn't complain. At least, Noah forged on, and got him there. It was a bit of an undertaking, kissing, pushing sneakers off with toes and then came buttons and zippers.
He felt Spencer's laugh, and Noah laughed with him, dropping together on the bed, which might have been made, but it wasn't now. Finally, piece by piece was shed with a little sweat and kiss here and there, and caring if this was what Spencer really wanted. He did.
Noah felt for a lamp and clicked on the switch. He needed to find a condom. Suddenly, wrong move.
"What is it?" He saw that Spencer was blushing. "I need to know what I'm doing." Noah told him. He reached for a condom in the back pocket of his jeans that were on the floor. "I dunno what the big deal is, about keeping the lights off." It was barely a candle light, as it was. All the more romantic, he thought.
"Just don't spoil it, OK?" Spencer would help him with the condom. He snapped the light off.
Noah didn't mean to spoil it. How was he suppose to tell Spencer, he enjoyed seeing his body, instead of touching in the dark, like this.
Noah heard the baby crying, thinking that should be the deal breaker, but of course, Spencer changed his mind quick enough. Noah didn't dare say another word as his fingers ran through the locks of Spencer's hair.
Yes, they were definitely making up for lost time. Everything was right on task, and maybe if Noah were lucky, he'd get to gaze at him in the morning light while Spencer was still asleep.