Noah's Starship

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 11]-+-

~By Emri~

"He just need to look for quick checkup to sign my form and then we go to movie, I promise! He is quick quick!" Navid said as we went into the waiting room of the clinic. Of course Navid had to go to a Persian doctor. He had apps on his phone that searched for the closest Persian anything you could want. The dentist, mechanic, bakery, anything he could find; he liked to do business with his own people.

"Persians are one of oldest civilization," Navid always said. "We invent everything! Greeks steal credit, of course!"

We didn't wait long before a dark, handsome, muscled male nurse wearing scrubs came out to do an elaborate handshake routine with Navid that ended in a fist bump. His nametag said Reza and his slicked-back, black hair framed a ruggedly handsome face with eager brown eyes. He looked like the type of guy who would want to wrestle you before he fucked. He gave me a wink even though Navid hadn't introduced me.

Navid showed him the form and Reza waved us back. I expected to sit in the waiting room, but Navid pulled me behind him. We stopped near a scale and the nurse aligned Navid against a tape measure pinned to the wall before weighing him.

"Six feet, one inch... One-hundred-seventy-three pounds," Reza announced as he scribbled notes on his clipboard. "You gained two pounds," he noted.

"Yes, I want to be bigger!" Navid flexed for him to show his proud work from the gym. They made some jokes to each other in Farsi and then Reza waved for me to stand against the tape measure. I hesitated, but he gave me that smile. It was the same one Navid gave people. It said, "You know you want to do what I tell you to, so go ahead."

"Five feet, seven inch... maybe eight inch... Yes, I think we can settle on eight," Reza announced and then nudged me up onto the scale. He adjusted it far to the left from Navid's measurements and then announced, "One-hundred-twenty-one... oh so small. You don't feed him?" He asked Navid while squeezing my shoulder.

"I try! He does not want!" Navid defended. Reza gave me a faked sad look and put a hand on my arm to lead the way to the exam room. He told us to wait and that the doctor would be in soon.

"Why did he weigh me? This is your checkup," I asked when Reza had left us.

"Is family here! Is how we do in Iran," Navid looked at me strangely like this was normal, I should know this.

"I'm one-eighteen at home. I don't want to be one-twenty-one," I said sadly.

"You should be much more! You are too small and must eat more. I always tell you this, Noah. Is not healthy to be so small. You cannot grow big and strong. We will speak to Doctor about this," Navid assured.

The doctor came in and spoke with Navid in his language for a few minutes as he looked over the form Navid had brought in. He needed it for something with work insurance or his student visa or... something like that. I rarely know the whole story with what Navid is doing.

I played around on my phone since they weren't speaking in English. I was zoned out until I saw the handsome male nurse bring in a tray with two syringes. I watched as Navid pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and the doctor put the needle to his arm. They kept right on talking to each other in Farsi as if it were nothing. Navid didn't even wince. I hate needles, and haven't had a shot since I was eight and my dad had to hold me down.

The two of them were laughing about something when the doctor moved towards me and Navid pulled up the sleeve on my t-shirt. It took me a few seconds to register what was happening, and I jumped away in horror.

"No no! No!" I yelled and they all looked at me like they didn't realize I could speak. Navid looked embarrassed at my outburst.

"It's a flu shot," the doctor said. "It will keep you from getting sick."

"No, thank you," I said and backed away.

"Noah, sit down. You need this," Navid was annoyed at my polite defiance.

"The season comes late to California and this one is particularly bad. You are on a college campus and exposed to thousands of other people on a daily basis. You should get it," the doctor urged, but he didn't come towards me.

"He will take it. Noah, sit down!" Navid was taking this as a challenge to his authority in front of his own people.

"He's an adult. I can't give it to him if he doesn't want it. It is his choice," the doctor said, but Navid seemed intent on proving he was in control of his boy.

"Noah, please," Navid reached for me and softened his eyes, "I don't want you to get sick. This will help you stay healthy. Please... for me." I saw in his eyes a look of disappointment. My chest tightened, and I swallowed my anxiety.

"Be brave, Noah," the hot man nurse said and I turned to see a soft smile as he winked at me.

"Ok," I nodded and Navid pulled me against his side. I turned my face to his chest and inhaled his cologne as he pulled up my sleeve.

"Are you sure of this? You are an adult and must give consent. Do not be pressured. It is what's best for you, but you have to agree," The doctor looked at me with sincerity as I turned towards his voice. He didn't want to give me something I objected to.

"If you really think I need it," I said. He nodded and smiled.

"It will hurt, but it is worth it," He said with a warm smile that made me feel safe. I turned my head back to Navid's chest and bit my lip as I looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Thank you," Navid mouthed as he looked down at me with a smile. I felt a cold alcohol wipe a spot on my arm in preparation. I only whimpered slightly as the needle dug into my arm and the doctor slowly counted to four.

"All done," he said and I turned to look. Reza gave me a smile and put a small snoopy bandaid on my arm. Navid rubbed my side, and I felt like a little kid.

"Now, let's talk about your health. You need to gain a few pounds, Noah. You're still growing and your body needs it. You also put yourself at greater risk of getting sick and many other things," the doctor said. He started in on the lecture I get from my usual doctor about how it affects my immune system and all kinds of other things.

"This is bad, Noah!" Navid interjected. He looked at me with wide eyes of alarm. He had apparently never heard the lecture. He was ready to make a meal plan and asked the doctor all kinds of questions about a target weight and types of food I should eat more of.

"You see? I tell Noah this! He gets smaller since I know him," Navid said.

"He has to understand the problem though. Too much pressure will make him go the opposite way. Boys like Noah are on the increase for eating disorders so be gentle with your help. He has to realize it for himself," The doctor told Navid. Boys like me... he meant gay boys with body image issues.

I just nodded along and zoned out as the two men talked about my "condition." I didn't tell him how much I worried about getting more weight on me, how much I loved when he scooped me up in his arms, or how good it felt when he complained at night if I wasn't sleeping on his chest. I didn't want any of that to change.

They finished up his paperwork while I stole glances of Reza as he cleaned up the room. He caught me looking and gave me that smile that said he didn't mind.

I barely noticed that Navid had collected his paperwork and stood up as I watched Reza lean over a counter to scribble some notes in a book. His full, circled ass stretched the back of his scrubs and the waistband slid low enough to see the top of his red briefs. I felt Navid squeeze my shoulder and looked up to see he was still focused on the doctor. They said something to each other that must have meant "goodbye," because he then herded me out of the door.

We went to see one of those action movies Navid loves where everything blows up and yet the important people are whisked out of the situation just at the last second. It was at the movie theater restaurant he loves where they take your order before it starts and then waiters appear in the dark with plates and cups of whatever you asked for. I had a really good salad while Navid worked through a burger and beer.

It was when I laid against his bare chest that night that I started to feel super tired. It wasn't too far from my usual time to fall asleep so I didn't think anything of it.

By the morning, though, I woke up with a pounding in my head and Navid asking why I was wet.

"I wet myself?" I asked groggily.

"Of course no, but... you're very sweaty, and you feel so warm," He looked me over with concern. I looked at the time on the TV and realized I'd been asleep for ten hours. I tried to sit up but every inch of me felt achy and I shivered violently when I pulled away from the warm cocoon of his chest.

"Oh My God! I have the flu! That doctor gave me the flu!" I yelled through chattering teeth. Navid quickly swept me into his arms and sat up. He pulled me into his lap and hugged me against his chest as my body shook.

"He doesn't give you flu, Noah. The vaccine inject you with dead virus so your body learn to fight it when it meets the alive one. Maybe your body overreact," Navid explained, showing his impressive knowledge of science. He really is quite brilliant.

"He must have given me the wrong needle! It was filled with little flus! I told you I didn't want it," I insisted.

"No, my sweet baby. He does not have syringe filled with flu virus in his office. That is not how things work, my simple Noah," Navid said as though he thought I was being adorable again. I wasn't in the mood for his adoration though.

"I'm dying! I can feel it. I want to call my dad," I whined and leaned around Navid to try and grab my phone, but he pulled me back.

"No! I will call him! I give you fresh clothes, then back to bed. I will call your father and let him know you are sick and I take care of you. I will go to store and buy things to make Persian cure soup and some medicine for you," Navid assured. He lifted me up against his chest and then laid me down on top of the covers.

He brought me a dark blue long-sleeve shirt and matching sweatpants. I sat up on the side of the bed and he helped me out of my clothes and wiped me down with a towel. He helped me dress as I shook from the cold. He helped me get under the covers and then laid over me for a few minutes to warm me. He kissed my neck a little and soothed me with a shoulder massage.

He went to get the thermometer from our first aid kit and played like he was going to put it in my ass, but then slipped it in my mouth when I laughed and struggled to get away from him.

"99.1 degrees, not much of fever, but you look so sickly," Navid said and rubbed my forehead.

"I feel so achy," I whined and stared up at him from my burrow of blankets and pillows.

"How you can look so beautiful even when sick. Your cheeks are little roses and your eyes a fiery green. So beautiful, my Noah. It is hard to leave you, but I must get medicine. Call me if you need any things. You need rest," Navid kissed my forehead and put my phone next to me as I hugged the pillow.

I fell asleep watching him pull on a pair of jeans with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. His chest flexed beautifully as he struggled to tuck his junk in the tight jeans. I wished I could lay my head against his chest, but he was on a mission and sleep was overtaking me.

I woke up when I heard him banging around in the kitchen. I knew he was making a mess, he never cooked. He rarely went in there unless he was grabbing a drink, making his protein shakes, or rubbing on me while I cooked his dinner. I heard him rattling pots and playing his Persian pop music. I rolled over onto my other side and went back to sleep.

He woke me up by pushing a new plush teddy bear into my arms. I hugged it and blinked up at him. He held a glass of water and one of the little paper bathroom cups we used for mouthwash.

"These pills, the doctor says will help your pain. He say you maybe have the body reacting as though it is real virus. It will figure out soon enough that there is no need for this. You will not die, ok? He promise it goes soon. You also should have eaten before the vaccine. I know you probably skip lunch yesterday. You know this is not good for your body. I expect you eat and take care of yourself when I am away to work. I don't want have to make sure you eat," Navid said as he set down the cup and pushed back my hair.

"You got me a bear?" I said with a smile as I hugged it. I was trying my best to change the subject.

"I give you the moon if it make you to feel better. I hate you feel sick. I wish was me instead," he said and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I wish it was you too," I laughed and hugged the bear tightly against my chest.

"Noah, you not die," The bear said in a recorded voice that sounded like Navid. I sat up quickly from surprise as it continued, "You feel better soon. I love you." Navid's voice stopped then for a few seconds and I heard an ambulance passing by in the recording. He must have made it in the parking lot of the store.

"Is still recording? How I stop this?" Navid's voice asked through the bear.

"I cannot find how to correct it," Navid said as we laughed together.

"Don't fix it... It's perfect." I hugged it again as my lips rose to find his.

"I have soup I make for you. I call my mother to get perfect recipe. She prays for you. It will help to make you stronger and I bring you a protein shake," Navid said.

"I'm sorry I ruined your weekend," I said when he returned with a steamy bowl and one of the shakers he took with him every morning.

"You cannot help this. It is ok. You will feel better and we can go hike again soon. Your father is coming tonight. He had to work today and is happy I am to take care of you," Navid assured as he set the shake down. He slid onto the bed next to me and pulled me up against his chest to see his concoction. It had all kinds of things floating around in it.

"What's in it? Anything weird?" I asked with a leery smile.

"Chicken, garlic, ginger, turnip, bean, lemon, spinach," Navid listed off. I shrugged and took the spoon from it. It actually didn't taste too bad and it warmed my chest as it went down.

"That's really good, thank you," I said and kissed him. I finished the bowl and took a few sips of the protein shake. He had added frozen strawberries to it which are my favorite. He knew me.

"I go to catch up on some work downstairs while you rest, text me if you need me," Navid kissed my forehead once more and then took the bowl away. I waited until after he left to burp. I don't think I'd ever done that in front of him even though he did it all the time.

I was tired of sleeping though and I started to play on my phone for awhile. I went through the pictures of us Navid posted on our shared, private social media account. I rarely ever went on there since most of Navid's friends who knew us only commented in French, German, Farsi, or Arabic. Navid was able to respond in all of those languages. There was the occasional English comment.

A lot of the friends he had on there weren't even people we knew in real life. He had a lot of "friends" from Europe and the Middle East. They were an odd mix of younger Arab/Persian guys who liked his workout posts or pictures where he was holding me and older white guys who drooled over his shirtless pics and probably posted mean things on pics of me. I wasn't sure why he would add them as friends, but then Navid did love attention. I noticed that everyone friended was there to validate our relationship to him. It's probably why he didn't have any family on there. I felt sad for him that it had to be that way.

I laid the phone down and decided I needed to get out of bed. The medicine was making me feel better, at least until I stood up. My head felt a rush of fog, but it was bearable. I slowly made my way downstairs to see what Navid was up to.

When he saw me, he made an angry face and started pointing back to the stairs. He was on the phone and had his laptop open on the bar counter between the kitchen and living room. I couldn't go back up there and made a sign like I wanted some water. Navid shook his head angrily and gave my ass a soft spank as he spoke in a happy tone to the customer on his phone. I ignored him and went into the kitchen.

The place was a mess. He had used two chopping boards, four knives, several plates and pots. The counter was strewn with vegetable remnants and an empty carton of chicken stock. I started to clear things away, but he came around the counter and took the trash from my hands.

He shook his head at me and pointed towards the couch while he charmed the customer on his phone. I started to argue with him silently, but then my body began to shake as cold chills ripped through me. I stumbled against his chest and he put his arm around me. He walked me over to the couch and wrapped a blanket around me. He brought more medicine and a bottle of water.

"Yes, of course! I think is something we definitely want there!" Navid said as he sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap as I swallowed the pills. He slid an arm around me and rocked me gently as my body calmed under his warmth. He kissed my forehead and I drew my knees up into my chest as I laid against him. I nodded off again as he rubbed my back.

I woke up later, buried under the blanket and sprawled out on the couch. The tv was going with the sound off and I looked at the time on the news to see that I'd slept away most of the day. I was feeling a little better, but still groggy from the medicine he'd given me.

"Naviiii," I whined, but he wasn't in the room. I started to get up, but felt weak and then laid back down. It hit me how dependent I was on him. I'd been sick like this before and home alone because my dad couldn't get off from work. I didn't have Navid to carry me around back then, and I'd done ok. I pushed myself to get up.

Navid wasn't anywhere to be found so I decided to make my way upstairs to brush my teeth. I heard the front door open behind me as I was halfway up.

"You feel better, my love?" Navid called from behind me. I turned to see him glistening with sweat and wearing a small pair of running shorts. Aram was behind him and in a similar state.

"I hurt," I said weakly and gripped the rail.

"You were so asleep! Aram brought you a chicken soup. I thought we have time to get in a workout." Navid walked towards me and I instantly felt weak. He rushed up the stairs and held me steady. He put his hands on the sides of my chest and guided me up the stairs.

"You have to wait one more hour for your medicine. I take quick shower and then hold you, ok, my sweet boy?" Navid laid me down and then pulled the comforter over me. I was so tired of being in bed, but I didn't have the energy for much of anything else. He put on the TV for me while he went to shower.

He cleaned himself and then shoved his dick into a pair of red stretchy briefs and blue lounge shorts before sliding in next to me under the covers. I laid my head against his warm, muscled chest and let my hand slide down his stomach.

He stopped me when I got down to his package. He covered my hand with his as I squeezed the outline of his thick, flaccid cock. He groaned as I squeezed it and felt it wake up.

"I wish we could, my love, but you need rest," He lamented. Navid slid an arm around me and let me rest my hand on his lap as he hugged me to him. He reached for his computer and placed it on the bed beside him. He started working through emails with one hand as the other rubbed my ass.

I closed my eyes, but didn't sleep. I heard our door open and cracked one eye slightly to see Aram peek in. He said something in Persian and Navid responded. Aram came in and started to slide off his shorts. Navid suddenly yelled something that must have been a protest to his nudity. I saw Navid's hand wave towards my face.

Aram bent down and looked at me and then said something to Navid. I felt Navid's shoulders shrug and then saw his hand wave towards the bathroom as he said something else in Persian.

He and Aram had no issues with being naked around one another, but I knew Navid didn't want me seeing him naked.

But I did.

Aram slid the shorts down showing a thin pair of almost transparent yellow briefs stuffed with his cock. He wasn't as muscled as Navid, but it made his package more impressive. He peeled off the sweaty briefs and tossed his things in a pile next to Navid's dresser. His cock flopped down over two heavy, low balls. He was surprisingly hairy down there with a thick black bush framing his brown cock.

Navid was typing away on his laptop and ignoring Aram's nudity. They whispered back and forth in Persian to not wake me. I got a moment of boldness and opened both of my eyes slowly. Navid couldn't see me, but Aram did. I saw him look back and forth between my face and Navid's. He gave me a quick raise of the eyebrows and smiled, rubbing his cock slowly before darting off into our bathroom.

I closed my eyes again until I heard the shower turn off. I saw him come out with his arms up, rubbing a towel behind his back. His chest was puffed out again and he checked to see that I was watching him. He said something to Navid with a smile. It must have been a joke because Navid's chest shook as he laughed. They started talking again as Aram moved around pretending to look at stuff as he flexed his ass and tugged on his cock.

I started to feel guilty so I closed my eyes again and gave Navid's package a squeeze. My own cock was waking up and Navid could tell. He pulled my face in against his chest so I couldn't see Aram anymore. I heard Navid's drawers open so I guessed Aram was searching for some underwear to steal.

I saw him again as he flopped down on the bed wearing a pair of Navid's shorts. He was on the other side of him, and he looked at me again with a smile. They were looking at Navid's computer, some site about sports cars.

"He's waking up," Aram said in English for my benefit.

"Almost time for pills, baby. You hurt?" Navid asked me and kissed my forehead. I shook my head no and rubbed his cock under the covers.

"Oh wait! I forgot the gifts for Noah!" Aram jumped up and ran out of the room as I sat up. I heard him bound down the stairs and then back up. He raced back in with a paper bag from the convenience store.

"Yay," I said weakly. He always brought me little gifts when I felt bad. I thought back to the chocolates he'd brought me when he upset me by asking about my mom.

"First, I got you some lip stuff in case your lips hurt," Aram handed me a small tube of some fancy healing chapstick. I thanked him.

"Next! I thought you would like this magazine. It says right on the cover it is for gay people! That's you!" Aram laughed, but Navid took it and thumbed through before letting me have it.

"Hot looks you need for Spring!" Navid read the cover. He looked through it and then decided it was ok for me to have.

"You think I would bring him something inappropriate?" Aram shot Navid a fake look of anger.

"Just need to check! Your jokes sometimes go too far. Maybe you bring him naked pictures," Navid said as he handed it to me.

"Thanks! I'm so bored!" I started looking through it.

"Oh I'm glad you said that because we also have... drumroll please," Aram insisted as he dug through the bag while Navid made a drumroll purr sound with his lips. They were both doing their best to bring my spirits up. I laughed excitedly and clutched Navid's arm.

"Scratchers!" Aram said as he pulled out a fistful of lottery scratch tickets. "Navid and I used to buy these every week. They didn't have any gay ones for you, so I got the bingo and crossword puzzle ones." Aram splayed two of them out on the bedspread and fished a shiny new penny out of the bottom of the bag.

"Sweet!" I yelled and grabbed the first crossword puzzle one. Navid leaned in to point out how you scratch off the mystery letters and try to get the right ones to complete the words in the filled out crossword puzzle.

I scratched off the first one to show the letter E and then I looked for it everywhere on the board. It quickly dawned on me how bad I am at these things.

"Here, here, and here, baby," Navid said gently and pointed out the ones I had missed.

"It's so complicated," I whined. It was a jumble of words and my eyes hurt from searching around too fast.

One thing I've learned about Middle Eastern guys is they are insanely brilliant with puzzles and problem-solving. Navid was always working little puzzle apps and had a good sense of how machines in our house worked when I couldn't figure them out. I don't know if it's something they teach over there or if it's just something they're born with, but I always feel like an idiot around him with this stuff.

I scratched the next few letters and again Navid and Aram pointed out the ones I was missing. I finally just gave them the ticket and they finished it quickly. It wasn't a winner.

They did the next one without me and I laid against Navid's chest as he and Aram revealed the winning numbers.

"You won! Thirty bucks! Not bad!" Aram said happily and handed the ticket back to me.

"What will my boy buy with his new fortune?" Navid asked as he kissed my cheek. We both knew I had no need for cash and he gave me whatever I wanted though I never asked for much.

"Food! I'm hungry," I said and looked up at him with my best sick boy eyes. It melted his face into that look of adoration he got when I did something he thought was cute.

"Me too. Let's order a pizza!" Aram agreed.

"Pizza for us, soup for Noah free of charge... You want Aram's soup? Or more of the soup I work so hard to prepare for you from recipe my mother use? The one I spend time on phone with my mother to make sure I get the recipe perfect for my Noah?" Navid asked offering me not much of a choice.

"Your soup, please," I said with a grateful smile.

"Ok, we go downstairs to warm up for you and order pizza. You will text me if you need me," Navid reached over Aram and took my phone from the charger.

They disappeared downstairs and left me to watch a show about rehabbing old homes and look through the magazine. I sat up, feeling a little sore but not too bad. I collected some jewels on my latest dumb iphone game. I was just about to open the wizard door when I heard the doorbell ring. That pizza was fast!

I heard Navid talking to someone and then someone yell "Move, Dude!" I sat up to hear sets of heavy footsteps on the stairs. I got a moment of panic and disappeared under the covers. No one yelled in our house... ever.

"Noah," a voice whined as the bedroom door flew open.

"He is sick, do not upset him," Navid yelled.

"I was so stupid!" The voice continued and then I felt something land on the bed. I peeked out and saw Erik, red-faced and shaking.

"What happened?" I asked and reached to hug him. Erik kicked off his shoes and crawled over to me on our bed. He found my arms and put his head on my chest.

"He push past me, I try to stop him," Navid said, but I waved him on.

"You're sick?" Erik asked. "I'm so sorry. You should have texted."

"Tell me what happened!" I didn't mention that Navid had forbid me to tell anyone I was sick.

"We were at a party last night and this ugly troll was hitting on Nasri and I kept telling him to fuck off, but Nasri thought we should all play together. I didn't want to. Then today I was looking on his phone and he had pictures of his dick in that guy's mouth. He must have gotten head in the bathroom when he sent me to make him a drink." Erik was sniffling and his eyes teared up against my t-shirt.

"That's fucked up," I pointed out.

"Yeah, then he tells me that a hole is a hole and I don't get to tell him what to do. So I told him we've been going out for a few months now and I thought things were good. Then he says that no we are just hanging out and... then he said that my hole was getting kind of boring for him and if I was going to be this dramatic then maybe we shouldn't hang out anymore." Erik started to sob as I rubbed his hair.

"Aww that's... that's messed up, dude." I hugged him and looked at Navid who was standing in the doorway. He gave me a look that said he was clearly annoyed with this and didn't share my sympathy for Erik.

"I know! I thought he loved me. I thought he was getting over the wild stuff," Erik cried. Navid rolled his eyes and couldn't hold his tongue anymore.

"Erik... You and he have sex with lots of others," Navid said with a confused look.

"Yeah but that was always together and I thought we only did stuff together with people we both liked... I thought he loved me," Erik explained. I shot Navid a look like now was not the time for a sermon. He clearly didn't agree with Erik or Nasri's morals.

"Noah needs get back to rest soon. I don't want him upset when he has sickness." Navid said.

"I wish I had a guy like yours. Nasri avoided me when I had a cold. He said it was gross when I sneezed. Yours is ready to build a fort around you so you get better," Erik said and that got a smile from Navid who loved praise.

"You can have nice guy when you can be nice boy," Navid instructed as Aram appeared behind him.

"Yeah, a guy just like yours, Noah. Except not so controlling and boring," Erik shot back angrily.

"I do not control! I protect. I take care of my love as he deserves. He is my princess and I am his defender," Navid huffed.

"He's a guy! You're a guy! No royalty here," Erik was getting upset.

"Stop... please," I whispered and grabbed Erik's arm.

"I'm sorry, Noah. You don't feel good. You look so sick. We won't argue... what can I do for you?" Erik said and softened his tone.

"I got a prescription and Navid made me soup," I filled in Erik on the boring details of my day. I showed him the teddy bear and we both laughed at Navid's recording.

"That sounds really nice... I wish I had a nice guy take care of me when I got sick," Erik lamented again.

"I'm a nice guy," Aram offered. He'd been listening.

"I'm a nice boy," Erik said and turned to see to whom the other voice belonged. He sniffed and sat up when he saw Aram lean against the doorway.

"You're a very nice boy... You deserve better than Nasri," Aram said with a flirty smile.

"Oh here we go," Navid laughed and rolled his eyes. "I go to bring soup now!" He disappeared.

"Thanks, Adam," Erik said and pushed away from me to get a better look.

"Aram," Aram corrected.

"Oh... of course. Is that Persian for Adam?" Erik asked with a flirty little laugh.

"No, it means excellence. One who does great things but does not boast," Aram said.

"That's... beautiful," Erik lilted and moved to the edge of the bed. Aram came and sat next to him. They turned their backs on me. I coughed but they were distracted with each other.

"Nasri hurts people who get too close to him. He was wrong for what he said," Aram offered.

"He's a jerk," I interjected, but the two of them were on another planet.

"There's pizza coming. Will you stay and eat with me? Do you like Pepperoni? I can call back and order a cheese one for you," Aram asked in a soft voice. He reached and pushed Erik's bangs out of his eyes.

"I love pepperoni pizza!" Erik said and laughed like he'd just told a joke. He put his hand against Aram's chest and then made a little sound of surprise like he'd never touched a muscle before. They got off the bed and headed downstairs. Erik recovered remarkably fast. I was just happy to see him back at it.

I heard footsteps run back up the stairs and then Erik poked his head in again.

"Are you ok, Noah? I didn't forget about you! I promise! If you need me to stay with you..." Erik started. He hadn't forgotten me.

"I'm fine, Navid's been watching over me all day. You go play," I laughed.

"Thanks," Erik sighed and chewed on his lip. "I hope you feel better soon."

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"Noah you want to eat downstairs with them instead of up here with just us? Soup is finished its warming," Navid popped in to the bedroom with my medicine.

"Yeah I want to watch them flirt," I laughed. I started to slide out of bed, but Navid helped me. He gave me the pills and some water before helping me walk downstairs.

We found Erik and Aram downstairs making drinks at the kitchen bar. Aram was showing him some cocktail he invented and they made three so Navid could have one. This was turning into a party.

Navid sat me on the barstool next to the wall so I could learn against it for support. He had laid out a placemat on the bar along with the food he'd prepared for me. He'd warmed the soup and next to it there was a piece of pita bread on a small plate with a smear of yogurt and drizzle of honey. Erik poured me a glass of cold orange juice and set it down next to a little folded index card with my name written in his flowery cursive.

Navid dished a few slices of pizza for himself and joined me at the bar while the other two flirted on the kitchen side of it as though they were our entertainment for the night.

My dad showed up with a yellow smiley balloon that said "Get Well Soon." He hugged me and tied it to the barstool I was sitting on so everyone would know who the sick guy was. He checked that I was taking medicine and still didn't have much of a fever. Navid walked him through the entire thing to assure him I was being well taken care of. He ate some pizza and caught up with Navid while I finished my soup and pita.

It made me so happy to see how they got along so well, at least until my dad agreed with Navid that the doctor didn't inject me with a live flu virus. He always took Navid's side on these things. Then he told an embarrassing story of me throwing a fit in the doctor's office when I had to get a tetanus shot. I was six and apparently it took my dad and a nurse holding me while the doctor did it.

"Noah is so delicate. The poor baby," Navid laughed.

"He's always been that way. But he's mine," dad laughed.

And then Navid filled my dad in about the doctor saying I needed to gain weight. I looked down at my bowl as he told my dad all about it.

"I know. He was such a picky eater as a kid, especially after his mom... well that made things worse. I used to make him sit at the table until he ate at least half of what I got for him... He's gotten better though," dad assured.

"He's gay. We're supposed to be thin. He looks great," Erik interjected and got glares from both Navid and my dad.

"Let's leave them some privacy," Aram said and grabbed his plate of pizza. He pulled Erik out to the backyard with him.

"I worry for you, Noah. I want you healthy," Navid said.

"I don't feel good... I'm going back to bed," I said softly not wanting anymore to do with this conversation.

"I help you," Navid said and jumped up.

"No, dad... can you?" I leaned against my father. He turned to hug me and helped me walk up the stairs.

"Why do you have to tell him things like that?" I admonished him when we got up to my bedroom. "He already worries too much about me."

"Maybe he should, Noah. How many doctors need to tell you to take better care of yourself? If you won't do it, maybe Navid can," dad was not the type to pacify me.

"I just want to sleep," I said as he helped me onto the bed.

"I know, sweetie. You need your rest. I'll check in with you tomorrow... I love you," dad assured as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. He rubbed a hand on my cheek and felt my forehead with the back of his hand.

"I love you too," I said as he pulled the covers up over my chest.

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"Last medicine for today," Navid said as he gave me a pill while we were getting ready for bed. We'd taken a bubble bath and he helped me get into some clean pajamas. In the bath, I'd kept trying to touch him and play with his cock. He kept pushing me away saying that we had to wait until I was well. But that didn't stop him from taking extra time when he rubbed a soapy finger inside my hole. We were both so hard and wanted it, but he wasn't giving in.

He tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead. He padded out of the room naked, his heavy, half-hard cock swinging as he ran downstairs to check that the doors were locked.

Erik had cleaned the kitchen before they all went home. I'm pretty sure he was headed over to Aram's place to continue their evening together. He moved on from Nasri pretty quickly.

"Everything secure," Navid said as he came back in. He pulled on a pair of boxers even though I protested. He looked so good naked. He slid in next to me and turned off the lamp before bringing me into his chest.

I rubbed my hand down his abs and squeezed his cock again. He groaned and kissed the top of my head.

"I miss this pussy so much," he growled as he rubbed a hand down my back and into the back of my briefs. He rubbed a finger over my hole and my body reacted with a flutter of happy shivers as my teeth rubbed over his nipple.

"Fuck me," I whined and squeezed his thickening cock.

"I can't, my love. You are too weak for that. I will hurt you if I do this," Navid whispered. He gasped when I flipped his cock out and started to fist it. I went under the blanket and licked at the tip.

"No, no. You come back here. I say no, Noah. I have to be responsible with you," Navid said and pulled me off of it. My own cock was tenting my pajamas and rubbing against his thigh.

"Please, I need it," I begged.

"Tomorrow, if you feel better. I need you healthy. Please don't push it. You know I cannot resist your touch," Navid said with firm resolve. But I kept playing with his cock and pulled back the covers so I could see it in the dim light that filtered in through the curtains.

"Tell me what it feels like when you fuck me," I said and pushed my erection against his thigh.

"When I get to fill you with what you need?" Navid laughed. He reached over to turn on the lamp. He saw my tent against his thigh and reached to rub on my pajamas as his other hand was buried in my briefs. His finger rubbed over my hole in slow circles.

"Yeah. What does it feel like for you? I've never put my dick inside someone," I said. I gasped as he hit the right spot that made my hole twitch in anticipation.

"Is best feeling in the world to be inside you. Yours is like no other, so tight like it was made just for me. Every little groove in there fits me perfectly and makes me feel the whole time as if I am on edge of cum," Navid said. I jerked his cock in slow motions with a hard grip. I liked to stroke it a few times and then squeeze the shaft to watch the little pearl of pre-cum form at the dark, flared head. I scooped it up with a finger and then brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean and then went back to massaging his cock.

"Is it different from the other guys you fucked? Like is every ass unique somehow?" I asked. I knew he didn't like to talk about his past experiences, but I wanted to know.

"Yes, each is different and feel different. It get to be routine though when you fuck so many different holes all the time. But yours I know so well and is my favorite," Navid said and sat up, pushing his body back against the pillows. He got suddenly serious.

"Yours is most different though because I love you like no one ever has had my heart. Is so different when you are with the one you love, the one who is meant for you, my gift from Allah," Navid reached over me as I stroked his cock and brought a bottle of lube from the side drawer. He squeezed some on two fingers and then tossed the bottle aside.

"I feel like a different person when I can make you hard... make you cum. Like I'm not the boring quiet Noah everyone thinks I am." I kissed up his chest as I pushed down my pajama pants to give him access.

"When you find the one made to own you, there are parts of you only for him. When I hear the little whine you make, the begging for me when I hit right spots inside you with my tongue, fingers, cock. That is best feeling in world. I feel like I win a championship trophy and your body, like the crowd of fans, cheers, `Navid! Navid! Navid!'" He slid one finger into my hole and used his thumb to rub that spot between the hole and the nuts. It made my cock jump to life and I began to whine and pant against his chest.

"Naviiiii," I begged. "Oh fuck that feels so... Oh fuck!" He was working me like an expert.

"I know my baby, how to make to feel perfection. I study you, from day I meet you I know I want to learn everything that bring you pleasure," Navid said as he worked the second lubed finger inside me. He started to slowly fuck the ring with his fingers, gently stretching me for him.

"Really? Tell me about when we met," I asked. My voice sounded weaker than I felt as my body shook with ripples of pleasure at his touch. I jerked on his cock slowly as he spoke.

"The first day I see you. You come in through the door and I knew instantly I wanted to fuck you. You had face of all-american angel. You were like scared deer in my hunter's scope. I thought you would be easy target for me," Navid slid the two fingers in and out of me in rhythm with his speech.

"Easy target? That's awful," I whimpered as his fingers burrowed deep in my hole. He paused and leaned down to kiss my neck.

"I know. I tell you I was not nice boy. I had much destruction here and was to finish my last year with bang as many as I can before go home to Iran. I never deserve to find my Noah, but Allah was merciful when I had no hope for better. I let you go that first day. I can see that you wanted me very much... something stop me from charm you to come home with me... you were too innocent," Navid said. He slid the fingers from my hole and pushed me onto my back.

"I did want you. I totally did. I would have followed you wherever you wanted. You made my stomach flutter every time you touched me or touched your lap." I brought my knees up into my chest as Navid got up and went to slick up his cock with more lube.

"You are sure you feel ok to do this? I don't want you get sicker," Navid fisted his cock as he knelt over me. He broke the magic to check on my health. He was always concerned with my needs before his own.

"Please, fuck me. I wanted it all day and now you can't stop please," I whined. He shook his head solemnly, but gave in to what I wanted.

"I almost skip second day of class to avoid you. I spent the all night with you in my dreams. I knew was wrong to go after you for sex, to bring you into my destruction. I decide to push you away for your safety and protect your heart... But then I went to class... I see you and our eyes meet and you light up and it... my heart melt for you like for no one ever makes me to feel this way." Navid leaned over me and put his cock against my hole. His lips touched down against mine as he started to sink into me. He sucked the air out of my lips as he pushed inside.

"The more I know of you," Navid started as he kissed down my neck, his cock sliding into me. "The more I fall into love. The second week of know you... You remember the first day I take you to lunch?" Navid shoved his cock in to me as I gasped.

"Yeah!" I yelled in response to both his question and his invasion. I bucked my ass against his pelvis to force him in deeper.

"My mother call me that night, was next day's morning for her. She says in her prayers she sees that the one meant for me... the one she prays I find is near. She asks what nice girls I meet. I said I meet many but none that I think are right. She describes her, the girl she see, beautiful but small, quiet and kind, innocent so she trusts me for everything I say... I realize it is you. It is same way I think of you only Allah shows her in terms that are make sense to my mother which means she thinks you are girl," Navid whispered against my ear as he started to fuck me gently. His arms slid around my back as he pressed me against his chest, his cock pounding me lightly.

"I know she can never understand, but maybe if is this much meant to be, Allah will help her to accept it someday... maybe father as well. But I knew for certain you were my path, my gift, my reward from heaven that I do not earn. Every time I see you I want go deeper in your world. When you come to see my game, when you lay on my bed to nap. When you watch me dress and look at me with the curiosity of a first love... so pure... so innocent. I want so much to touch and explore you... but I didn't want push you too far too fast," he admitted.

Navid was speeding up as I whimpered and begged him for more. I was splitting my attention between his story and the intense pleasure he was bringing my body.

"Yeah, fuck me! I wanted you so bad. I never thought you'd be into someone like me," I said.

My arms and legs were wrapped around him as he started to speed up his pounding. I felt dizzy, light-headed the deeper he got into me. My eyes lost focus as I struggled to keep them open. He slid in as far as he could go and then held there for a second. I felt his cock pulse and then he slid out again.

"Of course you didn't. You were too pure, protected from the bad people like me. I knew with you I must take it slow and make things beautiful as you deserve," Navid worked a steady rhythm of pumping into me and twisting my nipples. I was feeling weak and dizzy but lost in ecstasy as he pounded me into the mattress. I stared up at his magnificent chest, his strong arms that pinned me down, his warm eyes that focused only on my pleasure.

"I was so desperate for you," I confessed as I moaned under his expert touch.

"When I first see your creamy white ass and untouched pink hole, the most beautiful I ever see... I lose all resolve. I knew I needed it, is like you spend your whole life in dusty dirty land of despair and then one day you come over the hill and see most beautiful green pasture untouched by evil war and greed. I too was desperate, my love. I still am," Navid growled as he slammed his cock deeper inside me. His storytelling was letting him go longer than usual, but my body was on the edge and I needed to distract it from cumming too soon.

"I was so worried you'd leave or find someone better," I admitted in between deep breaths as my hard cock thumped against my stomach with each pound of his hammer.

"Never to fear this! You are first one I touch that I feel peaceful about. I know with all inside me that my pathway led to you... the broken road that led me straight to you," Navid quoted a country song he liked to play sometimes. His English teacher in Iran played country songs because they were slower and used clean language.

He buried his lips against my neck and did pushups against my ass as my hole twitched and squeezed his cock. My cock was rubbing against the furry ridges of his abs and dangerously close to coating them with my seed.

"I am so close to finish, my love," Navid growled as he slow fucked me and kissed up my jaw. He was trying to make it last as my ass clamped down on his thick pole.

"Me too," I whined against his hair as my lips grazed his scalp.

"I cum, baby. So hard," Navid started to speed up and slid his arms around my back to bring me deeper into his chest. He hugged me tightly as his body shook and sent mine over the edge.

"Fuck, me too. Fuck fuck, uhhh," I whimpered and buried my face into his shoulder as he pounded the cum out of me. I felt him filling me up as I shot a slimy mess all over his stomach. We rocked in synch as waves of shudders and pleasure consumed us.

"Fuck I love you, my uhhhh my Noah," Navid's voice dropped an octave as my teeth dug into his muscled, sweaty shoulder. I had a bad habit of chewing on him when we came together, but he never complained. He was a man. He wanted me to know he could take it.

He filled me with his cum until I felt it leak out around his shaft as I finished spasming in his arms. My body gave two last shivers and then I collapsed back against the bed.

"Ohhhh," I whined and took two deep breaths.

"Ahhh!" I suddenly screamed and leaned up as a blinding pain shot through my head.

"Oww, oww, oww," I cried as I felt the pain spread through my head like a dam breaking.

"What, baby? What? I hurt you?" Navid sat up suddenly frantic. He looked down at me with horror and his sweaty, hulking frame took deep breaths as he recovered.

"My head, ohh fuck ow, ow, ow," I sat up and felt tears rolling down my cheeks. His cock was still buried in my ass, but all the pleasure was gone.

"Oh no!" Navid scooped me up into his arms and got off the bed with me balanced on his cock and pressed against his chest. He rushed into the bathroom and turned on the bath. He slid me off his cock and a load of cum gushed out of me and dripped onto the floor.

"Owwwww," I whined as he set me down in the bathtub and the warm water started to fill around me.

"You need deep breaths, baby. It is the rush from too much excitement. Your blood flow goes in different parts. You need calm. Breathe with me, please," Navid looked down at me with a cum-slicked hard cock jutting out in front of him. It flailed wildly as he rushed to the counter to get the medicine from the doctor.

"I cannot give you more medicine. You have all for the day and you are too small to take more," Navid sighed. He knelt beside the bathtub and leaned over me. He put his hands on my head and massaged it, rubbing his thumbs against my temples.

"Breathe. It is the tension and excitement that bring this. You must breathe through it," he commanded and made a deep inhale and then blew out into my face. I tried to mimic him. My head was pounding angrily. I blinked my eyes closed, but he told me to keep them open. His image blurred in front of me. I felt like my brain was going to pound out of my head.

"Focus on me, look into my eyes, calm baby, calm please. Keep to breathe," he said and I focused my eyes on his. Slowly the fog started to part and his face came back into focus.

"There we go, good boy. You can do this for me. Keep going," Navid said as he kept breathing deeply with me. A smile formed on his lips as he tried to look brave. We stared at each other, breathing together as the tub filled with warm water. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, but it slowed with time.

"Better," I whispered, and his smile grew into a wide, hopeful grin. He got into the tub with me and sat behind me, pulling me back against his chest. He kissed around my neck as he rubbed soapy hands over me.

"I knew we should not do this. I will be stronger next time," Navid said after I'd calmed down.

"No, I needed you. It's ok. I'm ok," I insisted as my headache subsided.

"Oh Noah," Navid shook his head and gave up. He held me with one arm as he washed himself under me.

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The next morning I woke up feeling completely back to normal. I'd slept a long time and Navid was already up and downstairs. I smelled burning toast and knew he was trying to make me breakfast. I peeled off my pajamas and padded downstairs in my briefs. He had turned off the AC to keep it warm for me.

"No, go back to bed," Navid said with a look of concern that was ready to take care of me for another day.

"No need, I feel great!" I assured. I did a few jumping jacks and gave him a thumbs up.

"You are sure? You look better. Your body must have figured out you are not sick," Navid rushed over and lifted me up into the air with a spin like we were some kind of figure skating team.

"All good!" I laughed. He set me down and we kissed.

"I was so worried for you," he admitted.

"You took care of me. Now you go relax and I'll make us a breakfast," I said and went into the kitchen. I found another mess, but I couldn't complain. All I saw was a big mess of love. I made him his favorite pancakes with peanut butter and bananas. I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate together and watched the news show he records. Life was back to normal.

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