Sheep In Big City

Noah Grayson || 27 || Graphic Artist

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

A strong, bright white pierced through his eyelids and forced Parker to wake up— god, he really needed to remember to fully shit his curtains. His There would always be that one gap that the sunlight would shine through, waking him up with a horrid white light every morning, an hour or so earlier than the time he should actually be up. Shuffling in his bed, he closed his eyes for a couple more seconds, sighing as he tried to get away from the light. But everything was bathed in the bright morning sun, and the cold early morning air was flowing against his skin. His blanket wasn’t exactly keeping him warm.

But what pierced his brain wasn’t the brightness of the sunlight. It was much worse, a realization that this was a ‘morning after’. At least that’s what it seemed like, and from his sleepy adventures, he felt awkward for basically molesting the poor man. He could picture himself cringing about his sexual advances last night. It had nothing to do with Noah, he was horny, and the beer he had drank got to him. Sure, Noah was attractive and sweet— but they were friends. Gay guys would do this all the time, Parker said to himself— do things with each other, but this was just uncalled for. Parker slowly got up as he looked to his side, noticing that the man was there, asleep.

"Fuck." Parker whispered softly to himself, wanting to slap some sense into his past self.

[noah-grayson]

Noah grunted softly as the morning sun seeped into the windows and slowly pricked at his brain to rouse him. Since he had slept on his side for so long, Noah let out another grunt and rolled to his back to feel more comfortable. With Parker now out of bed, Noah's legs stretched out, splayed on the mattress and exposed the crotch of his sweat pants that had a faint dried patch of the seed that he spilled last night when Parker touched him so intimately. 

And now with the light on his face, Noah's brows started to twitch a bit as his body started to tingle with feeling. Needless to say the bulge started to become prominent as normal male anatomy would dictate every morning. All for Parker to see. And as the man squirmed slowly, the muscles under his tight shirt rippled until finally, he moved his hand to his face to rub off the sleep. 

Ash opened his eyes and slowly sat up on the bed and looked around. His brain tried to recover the things that happened the night before to make sense of his current state and he then remembered that he was in Parker's place. Quickly, the consciousness was poured on him like cold water and he finally saw the man when he glanced around. To be quite honest, he looked good in the morning. But seeing his gaze made him realize his own state of erection  and he discreetly bent his legs to cover the bulge. And a blush came to his cheeks when he saw the faint marks that his cum left on his sweat pants. Which didn't help as the memory of how Parker squirmed against him made his cock twitch. He placed his hand slowly to his crotch then. 

"Good morning..." Noah mumbled through his bedroom voice and smiled tightly. "How long have you've been up?" he then asked and hoped that Parker wasn't up long enough to see how his own body betrayed him the very first thing in the morning.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Gently awoken by Noah’s movements, Parker’s eyes opened for a quick second, closing again as his sleepiness took over. His brain and body, however, reacted differently. He was still in the same position, his cock getting harder against Noah’s thigh as he felt the soft fabric of his sweatpants, his fingers still rubbing Noah’s erect nipples, gently teasing the man as his hand moved around the man’s strong and sculpted chest. Heavy breaths here and there, Parker cuddled closer to the man, his face almost perfectly aligned with Noah’s neck.

Even though he was still half asleep, he knew there was some sort of confusing slightly sexual feel in the air. Something Parker probably started earlier in the night. But he didn’t care at this point, Parker nuzzled his face against Noah’s scruffy neck, his lips gently pressed against the man’s skin. He just wanted to be close to the man, feeling the pulsing warmth of Noah’s strong body. His hand continued to rub against the man’s nipple, but it slowly moved down Noah’s torso, his fingers feeling Noah’s abs as his fingers dug into Noah’s sweatpants.

[noah-grayson]

Noah's eyes were shut as he bit his lips. He can't believe that Parker is being all touchy in his sleep and he liked it. God, he liked it. His touch felt warm and cold at the same time and he kept of teasing his weak spot. Noah couldn't help but muffle his moan as he started to rub his aching crotch. He felt a bit dirty for feeling as such but Parker wouldn't budge. He was at the mercy of the man's heavy limbs and all he could do was take the unintentional teasing. 

But when Parker nuzzled his neck, that was when Noah lost it. He didn't even realize that Parker's fingers are inside his waist band and he turned his face to the side, against the pillow, to muffle he moan. He breath felt warm, so did his lips and his strong muscled body pressed against his made him feel this surge of pleasure that he froze and tensed up and finally gave up the seed that he had held for so long. He panted huskily against his pillow and still did his best to keep still when the fatigue started to lull him. Parker's finger might have caught some since he could feel the huge mess even trickle down to his hip and inner thigh. 

He body then relaxed and all he saw was black.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

So Parker figured out that nothing was going to happen. He was naked, bare in front of Noah and he could tell the man was stopping himself. He wasn’t expecting too much, anyway. And besides, he got what he wanted. Someone to share a bed with, at least on this night. One that wasn’t lonely— definitely a change in the right direction. Getting into bed himself, he felt slightly awkward regarding the fact that he was nude and Noah was basically fully clothed; t-shirt and sweatpants, probably still wearing his underwear.

Parker always slept nude— and even though he wanted to continue talking to the man and probably flirting with him a little more, the day had been long. His eyes were starting to get heavy as the warm lights of the room relaxed his eyes. Parker tried to be still and not move as much in bed as he usually did— mostly because he didn’t want to distract Noah. The man closed his eyes as he laid on his side, mirroring Noah’s position.

But when he opened them again, Noah was laying on his back, Parker’s leg and arm on the man. It must’ve been three or four in the morning. Everything was a little blurry to him and the man besides was deep asleep. Basically cuddling the man, his leg was against the man’s crotch and his fingers gently grazing the man’s chest, feeling his nipples through his tight, white shirt. He didn’t know how he ended up here, but his own cock wasn’t exactly flaccid either. Moving his fingers around a little bit, Parker noticed the pale light from the window against the man’s bare stomach, his white shirt pulled up naturally.

Parker moved his hand down to the man’s toned stomach before moving the shirt up slowly. Noah’s shirt was tight around his body, but Parker’s hand slid under and felt the man’s strong chest, sensing the fuzziness of the man’s trimmed and short chest hair.

[noah-grayson]

Although Noah was fast asleep, his body reacted to the things that Parker did. The man's fingers, even if it lightly brushed against Noah's skin, still made the nerves gently alive -- enough to make the body take in the little jolts of pleasure but weak enough that the brain could only get a pleasant lull. The cold night air made his nipples hard and as Parker brushed over the tip, Noah hummed weakly as his cock throbbed against the knee. And as the man continued to feel around, the jolts of pleasure slowly started to prick at Noah's consciousness. It started with soft moans and little squirms that further rubbed against the knee, until Noah slowly came to. A gently brush at his chest hair and nipple finally pushed him awake he froze at his current situation. Parker's hand was inside his shirt, the hand limp on his powerful pec muscle. To his horror, he can feel the knee against his cock and the thing just throbbed shamelessly against it. He slowly turned to Parker, half turned on as he thought the man was really pushing him. But to his shame, Parker was fast asleep. He turned to face him and the man was just sleeping peacefully with their faces just barely an inch away.

Maybe the man was used to moving on the bed and since Noah was a break in the pattern, Parker's movements still reacted as if he wasn't there. And he got turned on by it. 

So to just stop everything, Noah slowly turned to his side again, away from Parker. He did his best to not rouse the other man and with little movements, finally faced away. But he wasn't successful at all. Parker didn't move. The hand on his chest was still on his chest and as gravity dragged it down, the thumb rubbed against his nipple and made Noah whimper a bit. He bent his knee up and Parker's knee landed on his inner thigh, the cap pressed snugly against his hefty ball sacs. And that was it. Noah can't move. If he does, it might make Parker wake up and see their predicament and even make the things more awkward for them. Although the main reason was Noah's hard on was already leaking. There was a small wet patch over the slit and it kept on growing slowly. He can't let Parker see him shamelessly aroused by the teacher's sleep petting. "Damn dryspell..." he hissed very softly that it sounded like wind. The arm against the mattress moved and let the palm rub the package.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Grabbing his blanket and fluffing it up, he listened to Noah’s soft footsteps coming closer and closer. Hearing a soft ‘hey’ coming from behind him, Parker turned around and smiled at the man. There was no shame— he was comfortable with his body, happy with it in fact. It was late, he was slightly buzzed and doing something like this was so foreign to him. It was somewhere between friendly and intimate yet still platonic. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, if anything at all. Sure, he had a few beers and that usually made him a little horny, and when he was out in bars or pubs he’d end up going home with someone. But now that he was at home just hanging out with Noah, he somewhat wanted something to happen. It didn’t matter what to him, just something. Some sort of connection, perhaps.

"I’ve got a king sized." Parker said, taking a few steps towards Noah. That came out a little wrong, and it was definitely unintentional. His bed was king sized, big enough to fit two people more than comfortably. Parker laughed, his silliness showing even in the most inappropriate of situations. "You know what I mean." Parker said, his eyes traveling down Noah’s face and body, curious as to what was underneath it. He had a few predictions himself, but he wanted to make sure. As his eyes traveled downwards, he noticed Noah’s bulge. Sweatpants were a pain to hide erections in, and even if the bulge was subtle since the lighting of his room was rather dim, he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of it. 

[noah-grayson]

Noah quickly frowned at the words, unsure if Parker was talking about his cock. And judging from the bulge that he saw underneath Parker's sweatpants, the guy must be telling the truth. Either way, Noah felt that he was in an awkward position. He wanted to look away and just go to sleep, but at the same time, Parker have teased him for so long, even if indirectly, he felt like he wanted more. Good thing Parker decided that for him. "Ah..." Noah chuckled nervously but kept a bright smile even if it's small. Although he can't help but let his gaze linger as the dim light hit Parker's face perfectly.

Then it went downhill again. 

Feeling conscious, Noah looked down, only to catch a short glimpse of the man's cock. He wasn't kidding. It hung between his legs like a third leg, fat and long. Uncut. It was a bit fluffed up and Noah quickly remembered that stolen touch that he did to the man's pert nub. And as his cock twitched, Noah then too realized that he should be hiding something too. His hands went to his crotch to cover it and quickly moved to one side of the bed. God what would it look like at full mast? But just as soon as the lascivious thought came, Noah reacted. No. Parker is a friend who graciously offered a place for him to sleep so he won't sleep in the cold and the dark.

He carefully slid under the sheets and turned to Parker. "Goodnight..." he smiled and laid to his side, away from Parker. 

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Parker was definitely not expecting a physical reply to his flirtatious remark. Besides, he just wanted to be silly— at least that was part of it. Flirtatiously silly, that was something he was good at. It made people comfortable with him— something he enjoyed much more than uncomfortable silences and awkward yet flirtatious moments. Those definitely made Parker act not so much like himself. But thankfully, this wasn’t one of those situations. Noah not only helped him take his shirt off, which wasn’t flirtatious at all but is now helping him wipe the beer off of his bare, strong chest.

Noah’s hand slowly traveled with his own, their warm skin touching the drenched shirt on Parker’s skin. Moving even closer, Parker looked straight into the man’s eyes as he felt Noah’s hand apply a warm pressure against his muscular chest. Feeling an unexpected sensation on his nipple, Parker lost eye contact for a quick second, quickly bringing his lips together with his tongue— he was extremely sensitive to touch, and just a quick, brief touch in the right area could get him aroused. And that was exactly what Noah did.

Exhaling warm air, Parker was pretty sure Noah could feel it against his face. He was taller than his friend, anyway— he was slightly looking down at him, and the two men were quite close. He looked at Noah and nodded, not listening to what he was saying. “Rest? Hm. Sure.” He replied as the man took a step backwards. If he was going to be doing this, Parker knew exactly what to do.

Grazing his body against Noah as he shifted towards him, Parker bent over and grabbed a stack of assorted essay papers and books before throwing them onto the long, extended couch. The only possible place where Noah could sleep— at least comfortably. Parker nodded before turning off the light switch as he walked towards his bedroom. The warm light from the living room lamp lit up the room, hues of orange and yellow filling the large yet intimate space. This was as seductive as he could get. If Noah didn’t follow him, he’d probably be a little embarrassed. 

Parker definitely wanted something to happen. Sex? Not necessarily. Maybe someone in bed with him. At least some touching— they didn’t have to do anything they’d regret, Parker could sense the extreme sexual tension between them, and he knew if they didn’t do anything about it, things would definitely get weird. Opening the doors of his bedroom, he left them wide open as he dropped his sweatpants to the rugged floor. “Goodnight, Noah.” Parker said, his back still towards the living room and Noah, his bare body visible in the gently lit room.

[noah-grayson]

There was nothing that could ever prepare Noah for the different side of Parker. 

Parker did this thing with his lips that if Noah failed to catch himself on time, he would've licked his own lips in front of Parker -- nonetheless, he felt a little more tightening in his pants. But that was not the end of it. The way Parker glanced at him at that moment -- those two eyes that bore and tried to pry him open and try to make him undone was something else. It was isolating -- that everything around them starts to blur, and blur even further with that deep whispering voice. For a second, Noah felt light headed, helpless to whatever Parker was doing as they hit the right points. Then the graze happen. Noah was actually thankful that Parker moved quickly enough that his hand missed his hard dick by an inch, or else, it would have been embarrassing situation. Although Parker bending down to grab the stack didn't help either as the sweatpants stretched over that round glutes. 

But reality reeled Noah in in the worst way possible. The soft thud of papers on the sofa meant that Noah can't sleep there. And with his little tour while his studly friend was taking a bath, he discovered that there are no guest rooms. Now he doesn't have anywhere to sleep. He couldn't even ask as Noah found himself watching Parker's muscles ripple with his movements so his mind can't be bothered to ask a question. The living room then became dark and Noah looked back onto the couch. He wanted to put them back to the table, but the stack wasn't his. "H-hey..." he called out weakly to walk up to the room. But the moment he reached the door, he felt his body froze at the sight of the man's bare ass. He had seen it before when they first met, and thought about it too when they go out for coffee or drinks. But he never saw it up close.

"I...uh..." Noah started."Where do I sleep?"

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

This was definitely not the first time he was drenched in beer. However, the last time was sometime back when he was still in college, probably when he was in his naive freshman mindset. And that was definitely at a shitty college party where he still wore snapbacks and a letterman jacket. But now with his whole torso drenched in beer and his mindset somewhat buzzed, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat younger than his actual age. Probably some silly form of a flashback, he thought.

Next thing he knew, Parker was grabbing the end of his wet shirt and pulled it up, his head getting stuck for a quick second before he bunched up the shirt and set it aside. And then Noah said something about a gay bar and about how he went to one— At least he got an answer to his unasked question. Parker’s eyes quickly met Noah’s, trying to quickly looking away was difficult when he didn’t have anything exactly to make eye contact with. Maybe with that blank, empty brick wall, he thought.

"Yeah? Am I still a hit?" Parker said, probably under the influence of all those beers. Besides, he was shirtless, not quite sober, and now rather flirtatious. Not that he wanted to act that way— it’d be slightly creepy if he thought about it, but he didn’t. Grabbing the scrunched up shirt, he wiped his chest with it, trying to soak up the dampness of the cold beer. Considering the shirt was quite wet itself, that probably wasn’t the best idea. But then again, Parker wasn’t exactly wiping himself to clean himself up. Not when Noah was looking at him.

[noah-grayson]

It was definitely the boyish charm. Noah wondered what is it with Parker that made him crush worthy and it was his boyish charm. He had this thing in him that makes things feel easier, lighter. God, the guy must be six foot three and two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle but when he smiles it's like you're in high school. Noah scooted nearer to help him with his shirt. Slowly, they both pulled it up and Noah sighed a bit at the sight of that muscles that rippled with his movement. Tight abs that felt hard when his knuckles brushed, those powerful pecs capped with pert nipples that begged for attention, bushy pits... Noah quickly yanked the shirt off but Parker started to rub the drenched shirt all over his chest and Noah froze for a moment. He didn't want a relationship, but hell, he can't remember the last time he slept with a guy and to see Parker all adorably silly while being sinfully sexy did things to his crotch area.

"I..." Noah studied Parker's face and he looked like he's already buzzed. But was he a hit? Hell yes he is. A hundred over ten. And that it not good for Noah's libido. But to his horror, he found his hand on Parker's shirt and it was massaging the thick muscle of pec slowly. Noah was hard in his sweat pants and if he doesn't move back, he might do things that they will both regret in the morning. But hell, he couldn't help himself. He moved his hand to pat the chest dry and the shirt ghosted slightly over a nipple, disguised as a innocent move while he was cleaning Parker up. "We..." Noah mumbled as he slowly moved back. "We should rest...?"

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Discussing student work to their personal lives, the two men— once acquaintances, had no problem keeping up with their conversations. Parker was definitely sure they were more than acquaintances now— why would he let a mere stranger stay with him for the night anyway? As they conversed about subjects about their lives from their past week and what they’re looking forward to in the future, Parker found comfort in how the two men have met and grown to be friends in such a short time. They’d met up a couple of times for drinks in the past two or three weeks and he honestly enjoyed the man’s company. This, of course, had nothing to do with how Noah looked.

That was another story. The man was more than stunning, even though he wasn’t exactly Parker’s type. He usually went for guys who were slightly intimidated by him. Not that knew he was doing it, it just came naturally considering the tall, bold man had a look of intimidation when he was silent. But when he talked, his personality would be revealed— his past boyfriends and lovers would be someone shorter than him, and sexually, Parker was more of a dominant top. Even his best friend (who he almost had drunken sex with once) fit into his “type”. What Noah was was the opposite of this, and it made Parker comfortable for a reason unknown to him. Maybe it was because he had no idea what their friendship would be like.

And then he wondered if Noah knew he was gay— sure, he dropped a few hints here and there when they grabbed beers together, all of which weren’t intentional, of course. Too bad the topic of their love lives never came up. Parker didn’t like to bring up his sexuality, mostly because he was so comfortable with it that he expected everyone to be too. But he was curious about Noah— he knew a few things about the man, but he couldn’t exactly put a profile on him yet. And he definitely wanted to know if the man was straight or not. Besides, Parker knew he has the worst gaydar ever.

So when he was about to ask his friend if he had a girlfriend, he moved up the leather sofa and sat up. Parker reached for the third beer he had rested on the coffee table earlier, grabbed it and took a huge sip. “So, Noah…” The man started, looking at his friend’s face. “Do you— aw, shit.” He muttered when he felt a cold wetness spread on his chest and stomach. Yep, that was definitely the beer.

[noah-grayson]

Talking with Parker was comfortable. Ever since they met, Parker had nothing been but nice to him. See, it was hard for Noah to trust that easily because of the history that he had but when he moved into New York, he had no choice. Meeting Parker was a stroke of luck. To meet such a nice person in a city like New York is like a needle in a haystack. Most are too busy with their lives, snobby, or will just befriend you for networking. Parker was different. He is funny, warm, and really welcoming. Noah knew he was gay or at least he batted for the same team, but he never dared to ask about Parker’s love life. He knew he shouldn’t delve into it, and he was never that type of guy. It’s just that, aside from Parker’s admirable traits, he is hot as hell so Noah couldn’t really understand why the guy is alone most of the time when he is keeper.

For the next hour, the pair talked about their jobs. Noah talked, or bragged, about how he could work at home, about how he nearly failed to submit a deadline because he got lost on the subway, and that one time where the power of his building failed him and nearly sabotaged his work if it wasn’t for his penchant for saving every thirty minutes. Parker also told about his little adventures in class, flirty girls, guys who look up to him because he is practically a de facto alpha male by his looks alone. Noah wasn't at all surprised about that. All while drinking beer. 

Noah was already comfortable on the couch when Parker continued to talk. There was a pause when he reached for his beer and before he could even finish, the drink spilled on his chest. Noah witnessed how the drenched shirt cling to his powerful chest, but only for a second as his instinct kicked in. He tried to look for something to wipe the guy's shirt with but there was nothing. "Take that thing off..." he said in chuckled, he was comfortable enough for that. "If you were in that gay bar I went to before, you would've been a hit..." he  said through chuckles. "God Parker, you just changed into those," he took the man's beer and set it on the table.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Whether he liked it or not, Parker found a stable job as a high school history teacher. He started off disliking it, but after a short period he found it to be the occupation where he had the least amount of stress with. And then he came to enjoy it— from afar, of course. He wasn’t one to be obsessed with work, and how does a teacher become obsessed anyway? He wasn’t a fan of the big workload he had to carry home with him every night, and he definitely wasn’t a fan of spending five days a week at school almost all day.

So when Noah asked him about his work, Parker shrugged and smiled. “I don’t really know how to explain it.” He said, using his feet to push more of the papers away to the side of the table, making more room for his relaxation. “I know I sound really into my work, but it’s only when I get a good paper. Besides that, it’s just part of my routine.” Parker finally explained.

"But you, though, you’re in the creative field. How’s that? Must be great doing what you love." Parker said, his question an assumption in itself. He might’ve been wrong, but who knows. Quickly getting up from his comfortable sofa chair, he walked to the kitchen nearby and grabbed an icy bottle of cheap beer. It wasn’t his favorite, but the buzz it provided will have to do. Taking a sip, Parker plopped down, this time on the same sofa, right beside Noah.

[noah-grayson]

Parker's casual gesture made Noah feel more at ease. He had his fair share of people who would be prim and proper even in there own home and Noah feels constricted as he didn't know how to act during such situations. At least in Parker's place, he could just lounge comfortably without the feeling of being judged or side eyed. He listened on to Parker and nodded as he understood the part pretty well. No one really likes a job when they are not getting the results that they want. And in Parker's case, they are the bad papers that gets passed on to him. 

"Mine?" he asked and watch Parker walk away. He didn't mean it but it was already there -- the sweat pants draped perfectly on Parker's ass and that's all that he saw. A tinge of warmth in his cheeks made him look away. "Well, graphic design is fun since I've been drawing since I was a kid..." he started. Parker sat beside him and their bulging biceps brushed at each other for a little bit. Not long enough to make him freak out and jerk away, but enough that one wouldn't consider it as an illusion. "I-uh..." Noah stammered a bit and smiled. "I mean it's easier to  do a job that you like, but graphic design is bit cutthroat too. Good thing I never worked for a fashion magazine. From zero to crazy dog, working layouts in fashion magazines is like working with the Cerberus," he chuckled. "Teachers are good though since it's stable..." he nodded.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Parker noticed his friend sit quite comfortably with a couch pillow on his lap. But then again, most people didn’t like a huge pillow bulging against their backs. Wanting to make a comment about how the man was making himself at home, Parker was interrupted before he could come up with something witty to say. It was a bad habit— trying to come up with something witty or clever to reply all the time. He didn’t understand it, but he was glad Noah interrupted him as he pinched himself mentally wondering why he was trying so hard to seem so smart.

"Right. Yes." Parker said, nodding towards the man. Noah sure as hell looked comfortable and he just assumed the other man came back from work just like he did— but then again, the man was the artistic type who worked at home most of the time, something Parker definitely wanted to do. He didn’t want to be in tight button-up shirts all day, but rather be in something like Noah’s current attire. And he didn’t look bad. The man sure was fit in his white shirt. Tight around the chest, tight around his thick arms and perfectly fitting his torso, he wondered if the shirt was even comfortable. But then again, he had the same build at Parker. If Parker saw him and Noah walk down the block he’d think they were some sort of gym buddies.

Looking away from Noah’s chest and towards a small stack of paper he had set aside earlier, Parker nodded at his friend. “Yeah, done with most of them.” Parker said as he made a mental note to himself to finish grading the rest of the history essays. “I made ‘em write about their favorite historical figure, someone that relates to them personally. It allows me to know them more, not that I really want to.” Parker said as he reached for the pile of paper. Looking through the stacked stapled pages, he pulled one out and handed it to Noah. “Jeremy Schuwerk, definitely a popular kid in the school— he wrote about Harvey Milk. Didn’t expect it. Read the essay, found it extremely intriguing. The kid basically came out in that paper.” Parker mumbled on, explaining the student’s essay. It was pointless, really, he was just struggling for conversation.

"But then again, there’s always a really shitty paper like this one, wrote about Hitler and how he was misunderstood. Total jackass." Parker said as he raised his legs and stretched them out, making himself comfortable as he put them on the coffee table. Looking back up at Noah after talking a little too much, he scratched his head for a quick second before shooting a smile his way. “Sorry.” He apologized, putting the stack of essays down on the table.

[noah-grayson]

Still, Noah was not used to the fact that Parker is a teacher -- a History teacher at that. Physical Education will make the most sense since Parker is buff as hell. Noah stole a glance at Parker's torso then. Maybe English literature too. Or Math. History had always been taught by old people, at least in the schools that he had been in. It was a running joke that History is taught by historical figures because no one would go below the age of fifty five. Then again, maybe he's that guy interested in Medieval things or World War Two. 

With a slightly amused face mixed with surprise, Noah took Jeremy's paper and skimmed through it. The boy mentioned about the parallel hardships from discrimination during Milk's time and the 21st century school setting, having a good support system, secret relationships, and even a pep talk on courage. Noah smirked a little and nodded. It was true though, the last part, the pep talk, was also a message to his friends and parents and Noah couldn't help but wish him good luck. "I hope it goes well for him...it's admirable..." he mumbled as he handed back the paper. He could've continued about how the world is not really nice no matter how courageous a person is, but he didn't want to offend Parker by dampening the student's move. Parker is the boy's second parent after all.

He then took the other paper, chuckling as he had this gut feeling inside of him. A misunderstood Hitler. Either the student is stupid and misinformed or... "I knew it..." Noah chuckled when he saw the word 'Hetalia' on the paper. "Anime-induced Nazi sympathy..." he chuckled and shook his head. As an artist, Noah had his fair share of them girls or as people call them, weeaboos. They are always in conventions that Noah gets assigned to and they never fail to make him laugh. "It's okay..." Noah then followed and smiled at Parker gently. It was actually cute that he suddenly presented his students' works. No matter how bad. "Seems like you're having fun at your job..."

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

The delay in the man’s reply definitely reassured Parker that he was messing with the man, and it was working. While not a jokester all of the time, Parker secretly enjoyed pulling little (relatively) harmless and awkward pranks like this one when he could. Besides, creating an awkward situation usually cleared up the rest of the awkwardness in the air— and they both knew that after their first encounter there was a slight awkwardness here and there. You can’t exactly get rid of the image of a wet, almost naked man out of your head. Not that Parker wanted to, if he was in the other man’s shoes. Noah in a towel would most definitely be eye candy.

"Just messin’ with you, man." Parker shouted as he slid the bathroom door behind him. Stripping naked as he waited for the freezing shower to warm up a little bit. Sure, the weather was making him sweat like never before but he didn’t exactly want to be stabbed by needles of cold streaks of water either. Besides, it was the night and it was getting cooler outside. Parker made sure to take his time in the shower: finally some time off, and he wanted to make the most of it— including taking his sweet time washing himself.

Parker couldn’t exactly remember the last time he had sexual release. He was only thinking about this because the water was getting a little too warm and he was bare underneath the warmth of the water running down his body— something that became a distraction. Parker’s hands traveled downwards and the next thing he knew he had to turn off the shower because he just realized that he had company and that this probably wasn’t the best time for masturbating in the shower. Taking a quick breather, Parker adjusted the temperature and blasted it on cool— this would have to do.

Pulling his shaggy wet hair back and wrapping it into a tight bun, Parker wrapped a towel around his waist as he stepped out of the shower. Slipping into sweatpants and a comfortably gray shirt after drying himself, Parker made his way back to his living room, a towel around his shoulder.

"Do you want to use the shower?" Parker asked, realizing Noah didn’t exactly bring anything with him— nothing to sleep in. "I hope you’re not planning to sleep in those clothes. Seems so fucking uncomfortable. That’s only for hangovers." Parker joked as he plopped down on an armchair. "You can wear my clothes, we look ‘bout the same size." Parker offered, a warm smile on his face as he looked at Noah.

[noah-grayson]

The sound was faint but it was still clear enough. Parker was now showering. Now alone, Noah couldn't help but feel awkward. To be in New York only for two weeks wasn't enough for Noah to feel at home. Yes, he felt like he has a safe territory, but to be comfortable enough to feel home, not really. Not yet, at least. So to be in someone else's place was a bit unnerving but at the same time, not really. Maybe it's because being around Parker was filled with ease. Parker wasn't one of those stereotypical New Yorker who is always in suits or always on the go while talking to the phone, nor the stereotypical hipster that is just too lax. He was just carefree enough. He was a good guy to be around too,

And a hot one.

Noah wasn't blind and the first time he saw Parker, he was nearly naked. Like nearly. And he was just bulging everywhere. Just stack of muscles that rippled with his movements. And as the sound of the shower continued, its lull led him to think and imagine the water cascade down Parker's body. And it sent a twitch down and quickly, Noah caught himself. He can't. Parker is his friend. Besides, his past still made him uneasy with being with people in that kind of level of relationship. But it was too late as Noah felt a slight bulge.

Fortunately, Parker reappeared in a gray shirt and sweat pants, but even if it covered his body, it still hugged his body perfectly. The sleeves were gathered below the deltoid as his biceps were too big for the sleeves to cover. It was even tight on the chest and the fabric covered the plates of muscles as if it was second skin. Parker's nipples even pushed out of the shirt, and effect of the cold shower that he took. Noan took a throw pillow on the couch then and placed it on his lap for a precaution. Luckily, Parker's suggestion amused him enough for a distraction, and gestured a hand at his body. "We have the same clothes, Parker..." he said. He was wearing a white shirt and a cobalt blue sweatpants. A stack of paper caught his attention then and he looked back up at Parker with a smile "Essays?"

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Parker immediately made his way to his dining table, putting his satchel on one of the chairs— it was a mess. A few textbooks, a stack of notebooks and essay papers. He struggled to tidy the table up, so he just stacked everything on top of each other, clearing the space. He made a mental note to find a day to clean everything in his apartment soon, it has been way too long since he cleaned his whole apartment. Besides, he wasn’t the type of man to hire a weekly or daily housekeeper to do something so simple as cleaning for him.

"Oh, yep. See your place crystal clear unless it’s raining." Parker said as he opened up the curtains even more. "Are you used to this passive aggressive weather? It’s so humid, I’m sweating even right now, kind of gross." Parker muttered as he took off his suit jacket. Noah, however, was still standing in the same place near the entrance of his apartment. "Sit down or somethin’, do you mind if I take a shower first? They make me wear suits and I’m sweating everywhere right now, as you can probably tell." Parker mentioned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

Opening the large doors of his joint bedroom, Parker unbuttoned the rest of his white shirt and stripped himself off of his leather belt and pants, feeling immediately much more comfortable as the shirt wasn’t sticking to his sweating back. “I’ll be out in a bit, grab a beer if you want. Think I’ve got a few left in the fridge.” Parker said, peeking out from the door. "Oh, and also, I’ve already seen you walk around naked." Parker said, a grin on his face. That wasn’t exactly true, but he’s definitely caught glimpses of the man in various stages of undress.

[noah-grayson]

Noah chuckled at Parker's comment at the weather. It was indeed passive aggressive. At dawn and night it's cold but when morning and noon comes, it's just hot. At least Noah doesn't have to deal with the lack of electricity during lunch or else he'll walk around the apartment naked. He turned to Parker only to see him struggle to removed his jacket. Like he observed, the jacket seemed a size to small for him so he wasn't at all surprised that Parker had a little difficulty, but successful all the same. Noah didn't mind that Parker chose to take a shower. Hell, he won't mind if Parker chases a flock of turkey inside if he wanted it. Noah thought that it was a good joke, so he decided to tell Parker, only to find him half naked.

Parker is well built and one can see that with just one glance. But how he looked muscular even clothed didn't put his body to justice. Parker looks like a superhero he came out of a comic book. He wondered then if how many teachers swooned the moment they saw Mr. Wilkinson out of that formal work clothes. Finally, Noah caught himself ogling at his friend and he quickly felt ashamed. Parker could be straight for all he knew and he is his friend. But then again, he didn't expect Parker to be some kind of A grade prime meat. 

He found a chance to distract himself at the man's suggestion and moved towards the fridge to grab a beer. He pulled the tab and head the  crisp pop of an open can of beer an took a couple of gulps as he listened to Parker. And froze. He was pretty sure that he walked around his place naked before, but walked around with only his briefs on. A surge of warmth then filled his cheeks as he felt  little bit embarrassed. "That makes us even then..." he finally managed to tease back.

[colin-shea]

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Parker has been through his fair share of shitty apartments. From a ‘luxury’ apartment on East Harlem to a studio apartment in Williamsburg, Parker was confident his current home in Murray Hill was the best place he’s ever been. Three connected rooms, washer and dryer on site and a few blocks from Grand Central. It was perfect, really. Ever since he’s moved into the building almost two years ago, the place has become his home and he’s never had a single problem with it.

Walking through the lobby, Parker nodded towards the doorman as he headed towards the elevator. Entering it besides the shorter man, Parker pressed the button labeled ‘4’ on the panel and waited for the elevator to close up. “It is, I love it here.” Parker said, hearing a quiet “ding!” at each floor. Finally arriving on his floor, Parker made his way to the entrance of his room, only a few doors down.

Grabbing his keys from his satchel, Parker was about to enter the silver key into the keyhole before the straps of his bag caught his hand, causing the keys to fall down. Sighing as he bent down to pick it up, he finally succeeded at opening the door to his own place. Flipping the lights on, he held the door for Noah to enter. “Haven’t cleaned it in a bit.” Parker confessed— he was usually clean, but he has been slacking off in the past week that the room wasn’t in the best state; nothing was organized and there were books and stationary out on almost every table in the living room.

[noah-grayson]

The pair walked inside the elevator and took their corners in the small space. There weren’t any passengers at the moment so they ended up hogging the whole thing. Literally. If someone walked in from the other floors, they might second guess as the view of two burly men inside the small space is intimidating enough. Noah new he was on the muscular side, but Parker might over outweighed him by more or else ten pounds of muscle. Actually, Parker’s huge arms stretched out the sleeves of his jacket that Noah could see the round shape of his biceps.

With a gentle bell sound, the elevator opened on the fourth floor and the pair moved out. The hallway was just as beautiful as the lobby. It wasn’t too opulent or lavish like typical classical architecture, instead, it looked more like a sleek modern theme with Neo-Grecian undertones. Noah was too busy looking around that he nearly bumped into Parker when he stopped to retrieve his keys. Although, it was not enough to stop him from stopping himself too close. Too close that his crotch bumped gently against the cleft of Parker’s ass. Noah took a quick step back and straightened up, only to see that pair of muscle flex as he stood back up. Parker was clearly sexy to be honest. He wondered how many teachers or students wished that he dropped the white board marker.

Finally he was ushered into the place and just as expected, it looked great. How couldn’t it be? He has a part that’s exposed to the public via that wall of glass. Of course there’s a need to do some cleaning up. But true to Parker’s word, it looked like a bachelor pad with the mess – stacks of paper and books on the surfaces. “Nah…my place is messier. Boxes are just everywhere,” Noah chuckled and walked around.  He saw the area where the huge windows are and chuckled again when he saw the window of his own apartment.  “Look at that…you can actually see my place from here too…like if I walk around naked, you’ll also see it,” Noah ended with a nod and a smile.

[fuckyeah-chrisevans-deactivated]

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Parker was glad the man took his offer— for a second he was slightly worried that the man would be sleeping in the cold autumn nights, clinging his duvet too close to his body. Parker would know, he was just there a year or so ago. He wondered for a second if it was a good idea in the first place to let the man stay at his place. They’d only met up twice and the two had only conversed through social networking websites, namely quick, short Facebook chats amongst other things. However, the look on Noah’s slightly relieved, yet reserved face made him back up his own decision.

Parker shook his head— “I just got back from dinner.” Parker said. He would’ve accepted the man’s offer if he hadn’t had a big dinner with Adam just previously. Besides, he wasn’t the type to say no because he felt bad or didn’t want other people to feel like they owed him something. He did something for Noah, and Noah wanted to return the favor. It was simple as that. “And I’m not making any promises.” Parker said, winking his eye humorously as he nodded towards the entrance of his apartment.

"C’mon, let’s get you into a hot shower. So fucking cold out." He said, walking with Noah— who was wearing a shirt that was way too tight for him. Parker wasn’t one bit surprised when it came to the man’s physique; he was just as muscular as Parker, maybe with a bit more meat. But muscular nonetheless, because his shirt was hugging his chest beautifully. It was a bit awkward, really. He wasn’t sure of Noah knew that he was gay; he brought it up indirectly in their conversations in the past, but Noah seemed to only catch things sometimes.

[noah-grayson]

"Oh..." Noah muttered. Well now it's awkward. He was torn between eating out, ordering in, or not to eat at all. The first could be good if he could at least buy Parker a cup of coffee. But then again, the guy just came home from work. Noah had a feeling that there is nothing more that Parker would want that to lounge on the couch or take a hot shower. If he ordered in, that would mean that he would eat alone in Parker's apartment, which is really embarrassing. The last one is feasible, but he had a feeling that Parker would urge to make him dinner. Even more embarrassing. The place was more than enough from Parker's kindness.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips when Parker winked at him. There it was again, the boyish charm that seemed o be second nature to him. He wondered how much time he really does spend on teaching. Not that he was thinking that Parker was slacking off, but he could easily make the girls swoon. He must have been dating a teacher.

The pair started to walk and Noah just decided to go with the last option. Which could be a problem since he can't remember if he ate lunch. He did eat something, which translates to a bag of chips. Hardly a meal in itself. Soon enough, at their buildings are adjacent, Noah glanced up at the building before they both entered it. Even the lobby looked really nice. It was one of those typical classy apartments. Clearly, Parker's efforts had never been for naught because he got himself a good place to stay in. He is definitely a private school teacher. "This place looks cool..." Noah said they made their way inside the elevator.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

Power outage. He understood that problem all too well, especially in the previous year. Hurricane Sandy hit New York hard, and even though the only problem he had was power outage and no subway rides for a while, everything suddenly became an inconvenience. It wasn’t for a night or too either— almost a week. Even now, the city hasn’t fully recovered from that disaster yet.

Parker nodded as the main explained his problems. “At least you weren’t here when Sandy fucked us up.” Parker muttered, swearing at the thought of the disaster. Hopefully Noah didn’t think he was a prude because of his swearing. New York was transitioning into the beautiful fall weather. Beautiful, that is, if you have a heater that at least worked somewhat. if this was winter and there was no power, they’d be screwed. At least Noah would, considering his current apartment didn’t have too many issues. Worth the price of rent, he thought.

"You know…" Parker said, a thought popping into his head. He understood the situation the opposite man was in, and was willing to help out. When he first arrived at the city, the cheap hotels weren’t as welcoming as he thought they should be. He would never wish for anyone to be stuck in that situation. Besides, his apartment was meant for two people, except a bedroom was converted into somewhat of a working area. "You can stay with me for the night, or until the power’s back up." Parker said, a welcoming and reassuring smile on his face.

[noah-grayson]

Noah nodded at Parker's comment. He wasn't in New York when Sandy happened, but the news was enough to show what damage that the storm did: flooded tunnels and subways, strong waves, flooded streets, Wallstreet closing, power outage. That gave him some new perspective. At least he could still rent a room. People back then can't even get a delivery, much more get out of their houses and look for a drier place to sleep on. That made him feel less annoyed at the situation. With a sigh, he walked a bit towards the part of the street filled with stores so he could at least start to pick out his dinner. That's when Parker made the offer.

Noah glanced at him quickly, his face riddled with surprise and apprehension. He knew that Parker wasn't joking, but he wasn't sure if he's serious either. Well for starters, he wasn't surprised that Parker would bring that up, they had been friends for a week and they would talk about things online from time to time. At least they had been close enough that Parker, aside from his kindness, had been comfortable enough to offer him a place to stay. But still, Noah would be intruding. He really didn't want to disturb the man's peace. Although the chance to have a place to crash that isn't ten blocks away from his house was a tempting offer. And Parker had this ease in him that Noah found it hard to say no. With a sigh, he shook his head and glanced at the other man. 

"Okay...but we can either eat now or have something delivered. Either way, I'll pay," he said his arrangement clear. He really didn't want to feel like he's abusing the guy's benevolence. "Also, don't kill me and hide my body in your apartment," he chuckled. "If what you say is true, two crime scenes adjacent to each other would bring out redflags on you," he finished it with a lopsided smile.

[noah-grayson]

Move In, Lights Out

[parker-wilkinson]

With the chaos that was his previous week, it was a nice change to come home with no poorly written essays to read or more lectures to plan. He wasn’t the lazy kind of teacher who would just play movies, anyway. His usual route home from the school involved a lot of walking and a six-station subway ride from the Upper East Side. It was hard at first, but he got used to it. Besides, there was no other way of getting home. A cab was definitely going to be too expensive.

Walking up the steps of the subway, he was greeted with the sky that was significantly darker than how it was half an hour ago when he left his classroom. Friday faculty meetings were the worst; they were all required to be there, and it was the dean of the school just talking on and on about upcoming events. He still had the night, though. Grabbing dinner with Adam, he had apologized to his best friend for being so busy with work. Walking with his best friend home after catching up with him, he said goodbye before he headed towards his apartment. They were only separated by two short blocks, after all.

The chilly New York night made him smile— buildings and apartments were lighted up by their tenants, creating a starry sky of different people with totally different lives. Taking a sharp turn to his street, he noticed a group of people in front of his apartment. Confused, he speedily walked towards the crowd before spotting a familiar face; Noah Grayson.

From acquaintance to friend, Parker was glad that he met up with the man after an accident that he won’t forget. It was nice to be friendly with someone so close to home— literally just outside his window. Noticing more people walking out of Noah’s apartment, Parker figured it was something to do with the building. Slightly worried yet curious, he jogged towards the man, tapping his shoulder.

"Hey!" Parker greeted with a gentle smile on his face, his hands clutching his leather satchel bag, confining his suit in place. He was still dressed in his work attire; a smart button up shirt, a necktie and a simply navy suit. Somehow very different from the Parker that Noah knew. "What’s going on? Did they find the body that I hid in your apartment or something?" Parker asked, his face dead serious. If Noah fell for that one, Parker would be worried.

[noah-grayson]

Noah would be lying if he's not remotely annoyed. First week in and he finally gets his first problem. It would have been bearable if it was poor plumbing or some raccoon pest, but it had to be the electricity. The thing that the very people of New York relied on. Good thing the work was done and saved but how could he sleep in the darkness? At least the food is not a problem since almost everything is open at any given time. With a sharp sigh, Noah walked over to another guy and luckily, the man caught him in his peripheral that he face him with a welcoming expression.

"This power outage, how long does this usually last?" Noah asked. To his distress, the once welcoming expression turned into an apologetic one.

"Sorry man, word on the street is it's a transformer thing...it could take the whole night tops. I'd plan for the worst though. We're also planning to check in somewhere else for the night," he nodded and shrugged. Noah just nodded and mumbled in gratitude as he walked back again. He then sighed and glanced up at the dark building. Looks like he would follow suit. Money is not a problem so far as he had saved enough to make him last in the city for a year. He just hoped that the little debacle is not a regular thing.

Suddenly, a tap caught his attention and he turned to man wearing a suit. Casual but sharp. But when he saw the face he reared back a bit and chuckled when he recognized the face. Parker. Apparently he cleaned up pretty well. But before he could comment, the man's last words were the one who made an impression in his mind that prompted an answer.

"I wish..." Noah chuckled and then sighed. "Power outage. Apparently, it might take the whole night so the other tenants decided to just check into somewhere that's warmer," his powerful chest heaved slowly. "And I'm stuck with planning dinner since I have yet to eat and finding a decent place to stay. I mean New York is known for pricey hotels and the cheap ones are well..." he nodded slowly. Parker must know the dangers of the areas where the low life thrive. "At least yours is standing with the lights still on..." Noah cocked his head towards the building. At least Parker won't be sharing the same problem.