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Itâs way too late for Noah to be up, honestly. He needs to be up early for an interview, but sleep evades him. Heâs always had trouble sleeping in hotel beds, but this goes beyond that. Heâs staring at his phone, scrolling mindlessly like he tells his kids all the time not to do. Suddenly, he gets a notification.Â
Gerran Howell sent a voice note
His brow furrows. Theyâve texted back and forth before, of course, but heâs never gotten a voice note from him before. He decides heâll listen to it in the morning, since if there was a real emergency Gerran would have called him. The minutes tick by, nothing of much interest appearing on his feed. Then, maybe ten or so minutes later, another text from Gerran.Â
Gerran Howell: Oh my God please donât listen to that
His interest is piqued.Â
Gerran Howell: That wasnât meant for youÂ
Gerran Howell: Iâm so sorry
Gerran Howell: Itâs late and I just clicked the first Noah that came up in my contacts list
Gerran Howell: It wonât let me unsend it
Gerran Howell: Iâm really sorry. Please donât listen to it.Â
Now, Noah likes to think of himself as a good boss. A good person. But at the same time, he does not delude himself into believing he is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone slips up sometimes. For him, the slip up is more of a tumble down a rocky cliff, but nonetheless. Heâs watched the edits, heâs seen the fanart. And in the back of his mind, he canât help but imagine that itâs not Dennis and Robby, but rather himself and Gerran. What would it be like to kiss those pretty pink lips? Bury his face in that nest of blond curls? Wrap his hands around that little waist and squeeze?
He shouldnât. Itâs not right. But itâs not like heâll know. Itâs not like heâll somehow understand the social crime that Noahâs about to commit. He grabs his headphones from the bedside table, quickly plugging them in. His thumb hesitates over the play button, knowing how inappropriate this is. He doesnât care as much as he should.Â
At first, itâs silent. The rustling of sheets can faintly be heard in the background, and Noahâs mind immediately conjures an image of Gerran lying in bed, maybe wearing some oversized shirt and boxers. He takes a deep breath. The youngerâs voice splits the silence.Â
âYâknow, I really thought you hated me, when we met at the club.â Interesting. He really hadnât pegged Gerran as someone who went clubbing a lot, much less the type to hook up with people from there. The blond continues.Â
âMy friend, the one with that stupid meatball shirt,â Thatâs absolutely Isa, âshe made me go over to you after you bought me that drink.â
Noah vaguely wondered where this was going. What was the point of reaching out to a random hookup after midnight, especially if it had been a good deal of time since?
âItâs a bit dangerous, for me, hooking up with random guys. Especially in LA.â Oh, that was new. I mean, he had suspected, but that didnât mean he knew for certain. Then again, he had said that he had clicked on the first contact named Noah, but nowadays it could be argued that it could be a gender neutral name. He had seen a movie not too long ago with the main character being a girl named Noah. If memory served, Sebastian Stan had been a very terrible boyfriend in it.Â
âI just⊠I dunno, you drew me in. You look⊠oh, this is horrible to admitâŠâ Noah perks up immediately. Before, Gerran had been smoother, more confident. But he could practically hear the blush in his voice now.Â
âI wanted you so badly becauseâŠâ thereâs a long sigh âbecause you look like my boss.â
What the fuck. What. the fuck. This canât be real. It shouldnât be. Heâs gonna wake up in the morning and this will all be a dream. But if it is, itâs a weirdly realistic one, and Gerran is still talking. So Noah keeps listening.Â
âSame name, too.â Thereâs a laugh in his voice. âI keep imagining us in that little dingy bathroom. I canât believe I let you do that shit.â
Noahâs mind fills with even more filthy images. Gerran on his knees with a cock (his own) down his throat. The boy bent over the sink, desperate and gaping. He barely stifles a groan. Thereâs the sound of a zipper, and Noah shuts his eyes, his cock filling up.Â
âYou felt so fucking good. I was⊠I was so full, you donât understand. Felt you in my throat.â Gerranâs voice is just a bit breathy, and Noah cherishes it. Why couldnât it have been him making the younger feel like that?Â
âIâve been thinking about it so much. I canâtâ Iâve never done something like that.â Something like what? It didnât sound like it had been his first time with a man, so the question of what had happened in that bathroom tantalized Noah.Â
âBut it felt so good. Just being a stupid puppy.â Oh, Jesus. Noah squeezes himself over his sweatpants, trying not to cum. Of course he had seen the comparisons online, but this was so different.Â
âPuppyâ ahââ If he listens hard, he can hear the sounds of Gerran pumping himself. He wishes more than anything that he could see it in person. âPuppies need direction, yâknow? A-and Iâve been doing research. So many videos of puppies being good for their Daddies.â
They are going to find Noahâs dead body in the morning. Cause of death: Gerran Middlename Howell. He needs that boy in his bed, presenting like a real pup, whining for Daddy to fuck him full. Heâd read so many fanfictions like this, ones of Dennis and Robby. It couldnât compare to this.Â
âI want my Daddy, Noah. I wantâ oh, God!â I want my Daddy to fuck me, to give me everything. I want him so bad, please.â He sounds like heâs crying, and Noah nearly cums right there. He probably looks so pretty when he cries. Little hiccuped âDaddy!âs and sniffles and those big eyes wet with tears.Â
The voice message continues, with Gerran getting more and more desperate. He loses all sense, just babbling and begging and crying.Â
ââm gonna cum, Noah, please! Please, Daddy, I need it, need you so bad, please, please!â Itâs like a drug, hearing his name begged like that.Â
eugh this is bad but whateverrrr @puppiegracie












