Noah's Starship

Thanks for your patience. I got caught up writing Kasper's Den. I was surprised how many people missed Noah.

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[Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella]

+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 20]-+-

~By Emri~

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"What's wrong, Noah? What hurt my love?" Navid squatted down in front of me in his business suit. He looked so handsome and grown. He barely resembled the easygoing foreign muscle-jock I'd met a year and a half ago.

He never just flopped his black hair back anymore. Now he had it cut shorter, gelled into spikes combed to the right. It was thinning in some places. It looked good though, added to his daddy appeal. Graduation, a career, the little home we shared were turning him into a man. I felt like his child sometimes when he picked me up from campus.

I knew he wanted to lift me up from where I perched atop a low wall that held in the plants outside the health building where he usually met me. I had my knees drawn up into my chest with my arms folded across them. My chin was resting on my knees when he found me. He was on the phone, but quickly finished up when he saw my face and came to squat in front of me.

"I failed... I failed," I said quietly. I was beating myself up pretty badly and lost in my thoughts. I needed a hug, but didn't feel like I deserved one. I wanted him to yell at me. I reached down to take the folded paper out of my pocket. It was the grade sheet from my project for the Biology class. Science always bites me in the bottom, and not in an enjoyable way like Navid does.

"You work hard to study for this, my love. I hate that you hurt," Navid whispered.

"It sucks. I did my best and... it sucks," I sighed. I had a hard time meeting his eyes.

"Well... I tell you this, Noah. Taking five classes is hard for you. You are good boy who does too much. You take care of the home for perfect condition, take care of me, and then take five class. We try this and it does not work, so next semester we know. Ok?" Navid explained.

I wasn't in the mood for an "I-told-you-so" speech, even if he looked handsome squatting in front of me and putting his hands on my legs. Was he saying he expected me to fail? I always suspect he just has me in college so he knows where I am during the day, something to keep me entertained. Did he really not expect me to succeed?

He squeezed my right calf muscle and looked at me with sad eyes. He knew I wasn't happy. He got that fatherly look like he just wanted to give me whatever it was that would pacify me.

I just shook my head. I didn't have it in me to argue with him. He knew his answer didn't make me feel better. He stood and offered me his hand.

"Come, my baby. We get take-out food tonight and I make you feel better at home," he said in a low voice. I sat there for another minute berating myself in my head for imaginary things I could have done to get a better grade. In reality I'd done my best. I hate science.

"I'm going to fail and have to take it all over again. I wasted your money on tuition. All this work was for nothing," I looked at his eyes. He was trying to figure out what to do with me. I always felt like I was his child when we had these talks. He was so authoritative, parental.

"Noah please. We talk about this at home. I am hungry and tired for day and need hold my baby at home. You always feel better in my arms." He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. He pulled me against his side and laid his head on mine even though people were passing by and could see us. "Do you want I carry you? I will do for you, but please is time to go home."

"I belong at home? That's where I should be the rest of my life? I should stop wasting your money on classes?" I whispered. The tone of his words made it seem that way.

"What you are saying? What waste of money? You always belong in my home with your protector, my love. You always have place in my arms," Navid brushed back my hair and tried to comfort me. I sighed. He was confused by my response. He wasn't trying to pick a fight so why did I feel defensive?

"Let's just go home then so I can be your quiet boy who just smiles and says `Yes sir!' to whatever you wish. I don't need to be smart there," I said and put my feet down on the ground. Navid slipped off my backpack and carried it. He never let me carry things.

We started towards the car, but then he stopped and turned back towards me.

"You are not happy with this," he said and turned to look at me.

"I belong at home, not learning anything, just being your obedient boy," I echoed his sentiment, but then it hit me that he wasn't saying that at all. I was so busy beating myself up in my head that I had started to take it out on him.

"That is not what I say... You are smart boy! So capable! What did professor say when you talk to him about your grade?" Navid asked, realizing he'd made my hurt worse.

"I couldn't talk to him, Navee... I just left! He's so mean! I wouldn't even know what to say. That's the grade he gave me. I would have just cried in front of everyone," I reasoned.

"Noah you have to talk to the teacher to find out what you can fix! They are paid to help you grow and instruction. This failing mark is not carve in rock. You negotiate! Let us go talk to your professor. I have him two years back. He is very nice man. Maybe he tells you how to fix this for best grade," Navid said and turned back towards the campus.

"No! We can't go talk to him! I'll look like an idiot for bothering him. He hates me!" I protested.

"He is not mean. He wants that the students take this serious. He wants that they respect him as professor and not behave like bad children in his course. You are serious student. You sit in front row and study hard. You are early every day and never skip away the class. He will help if you ask with respectful attitude," Navid assured and led me to the science building.

I'd never gone up to a professor's office before. It seemed scary and off limits. It was late afternoon so I prayed that he was already gone for the day. Navid knew right where his office was. When we approached, the door was open and some old orchestra music was playing.

"Professor Redman? I don't know if you remember me. I took your class a few years past," Navid said as he peered into the open door. I felt like I was back in high school with my dad having a parent conference.

"Navid Naseri! Of course! How are you? I still have that article you sent me that your father wrote. Very interesting research! Come in, come in!" A jovial voice sounded from the room. It didn't sound at all like the guy who barked lectures from the front of the auditorium class.

"Terrific! I graduate last year thanks to your help, sir!" Navid turned on the charm. "Do you have time to talk? I know you are very busy!"

He invited him inside and I followed. His smile turned to confusion when he saw me, but they made happy small talk and Navid opened him up. I could see the professor's eyes begin to glow as Navid praised him and recollected old times in his course. He was working his charm. It was like watching two old friends. They ignored me as I sat by his side. Finally though Navid turned to the topic of me.

"I am tutoring Noah here. He is very troubled for his grade. He tries very hard but maybe he misunderstands what to do? I try to work with him on his science. We always review your lectures from the notes he takes. You always explain things so perfect, but he still need to review from the textbook with me. He wants to know how to be successful in the course," Navid took the grade sheet with my failure and handed it to the professor.

He put on his glasses as though he hadn't seen it before. He went over to a box and pulled out the nice presentation folder I'd prepared with Navid. We used one of his clear plastic business presenters and even made a cover page in color. We'd worked hard on it together. The professor brought it back and thumbed through it with Navid. They looked over my errors.

I didn't say a word as they discussed my project and where I had gone wrong. They were men, grownups, negotiators. They formed a connection I didn't share. Navid turned on the charm again and the professor began to soften on my work.

He said he had seen me working hard and taking notes in class. Navid pointed out that I never missed a day. The professor admitted that an assistant had graded some of the projects and was probably too hard on me. He also said I needed to speak up in the class and answer some questions when he asked them to show I was paying attention. Navid had told me that a hundred times. He looked over at me with those I-told-you-so eyes. Once again I felt like I was in grade school with my dad going to parent-teacher conferences.

The professor gave me a few things to redo from the project and Navid assured that we would spend the weekend fixing it. The professor smiled and said I should do just fine in the course. He agreed to give me a fresh grade when I turned it in. I couldn't believe that worked. Navid was my hero. He really could fix anything. They went back to small talk about Navid's career and how the Dodgers were doing this season. I tried to smile and nod, but I had zoned out.

"Well thank you so much, sir! I know my Noah will work harder. He just need the direction and guidance to do better. I tell him to speak up and talk with professors. These young generation does not know to do that," Navid assured. The professor agreed and ranted for a few minutes about my generation. With that we all shook hands and left.

"You were SO awesome in there! You were crazy good! He was ready to give me an A! We could have gotten anything," I squealed as we bounded down the stairs.

"I am your man. This is what I do. I make things work so everyone is happy," Navid laughed as though surprised by my response and lack of confidence in him.

"He is going to let me redo it and get a better grade! I can't believe you got him to do that. You're the best! How did you even do that?" I glowed. Navid beamed with pride. He adjusted my backpack on his shoulder and then took my hand as we walked to the parking garage.

"Noah this is what I do all day. I make people find good solutions and everyone is happy and... I believe in you Noah. You do not waste my money here. You are very smart boy who will do great things. I believe in you. I always believe in you. You do not believe in your own self," Navid said as though I hadn't been paying attention the last year.

"I'm sorry I got all upset with you. I know you love me and you work so hard for us. I just freaked and... you saved me. You always save me," I apologized.

"I deserve reward for do good for my baby?" Navid asked as though there was any doubt.

"Dude! Seriously big reward. Whatever you want," I said. I wanted to squeeze his bulge, but having him hold my hand as we walked on campus was a big enough step for us. Public indecency could wait.

"I have surprise in the car! Is great excitement for you!" Navid said happily. He put his hand in the center of my back and nudged me towards the parking garage where he parked every day and walked to get me. He didn't want me waiting in the pick-up line with the other car-less students.

He could have just pulled up to pick me up from class, but he always liked to come get me. He paid the $200 for the pass each semester. He liked to work on his laptop sometimes in the student lounge and use my code for the wi-fi. It reminded him of less stressful days when he was just a student there, and didn't have a boy to support, a mortgage to pay. I'd find him near the coffee place going over deals or talking to clients on the phone. He was usually there before me, but sometimes he would get stuck somewhere and I'd sit and wait for him.

He put my backpack in the trunk next to his work bag and opened my door to let me in the passenger side.... helpless little me. I knew better than to open the door myself. I let him be the gentleman. He closed the door behind me and got in the car to drive away. He flipped to the news station on the radio and started driving towards our house with no mention of the surprise. He hummed a little tune and commented on the weather report.

"Well? Surprise? Where is it?" I demanded and grabbed his thigh. I loved these suit pants on him. They were just tight enough to show his thick, muscled thighs and hug his impossible-to-hide bulge. He always seemed to close big deals when I laid them out for him in the mornings.

"I have it here somewhere I think..." Navid laughed at my eagerness and fished for something in the side pocket of his car as he drove. He got a sudden look of disappointment.

"Oh Noah!" Navid said as we stopped at a red light. "I think it is with the trunk. I don't find it here. We will be home soon." He looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"Well what is it? You can't do this to me! Tell me! Please now!" I howled. I wanted my surprise. I could be a total brat with him. He encouraged it. It made him laugh and pet my head. He said I was a perfect Persian princess when I demanded gifts from him.

"You will wait, my impatient baby. We are home soon. You will get surprise and I get my reward. THEN we get to work on your science! You will be great scientist by the end of this weekend." Navid joked.

I fumed quietly in the passenger seat, but I held his hand tightly. I couldn't be too mad at him.

"Maybe I can change my clothes first? This suit is hot and long day," Navid said when he locked the front door behind us.

"Please! No..." I whispered, but then I thought about what he'd just done for me. I couldn't really refuse. He'd done his job for me that day. I needed to be kind to him.

"Almost, Noah. Be patient, ok?" Navid asked.

"Ok, but hurry please?" I followed him up the stairs. We went into our bedroom and he set his work bag on top of the dresser. I wanted to go dig in it for my surprise. He checked something on his phone as he struggled out of his suit as if I wasn't there waiting for what he'd promised. He was being intentionally slow and kept looking at me with that mischievous smile. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Please!" I whined as he was fumbling with his pants. I couldn't take it anymore. He let his pants dropped and stepped out of his shoes as he took them off. He stood in front of me looking sexy as fuck in a pair of tight, mocha briefs that nearly matched his skin. He peeled off his socks and tossed them towards the hamper. They missed, but it was an admirable attempt.

"Ok, my love. My whining baby boy. Is time for your gift," Navid laughed and went for his bag. He brought over a long flat black box tied with a white ribbon. He knelt on one knee in front of me.

"You're proposing?" I squealed excitedly and put my hands up to cover my mouth.

"No. Oh baby, no you misunderstand... Just... just open!" Navid rolled his eyes. Sometimes he accidentally stumbled into the customs of my culture in ways he didn't intend.

"Oh, sorry," I laughed and untied the ribbon. I opened the box and inside there was a small, black leather portfolio with a white cursive inscription.

"Noah, I'll travel the world for your love," I read out loud as I traced a finger over the cursive script. I picked it up and opened it to find my new passport inside.

"It came," Navid said. "I had the case for it picked out a month ago. Now you can go with me when I travel. We won't need for worry. Look at back!"

I turned it over to the back. It was engraved with, "Noah Naseri" and had his cell phone number and email address.

"You gave me your last name? I'm not Noah Kinney anymore?" I laughed.

"You're my boy. I don't want doubt that you're part of my family, that I am responsible party for you. This will matter when we go through international customs. They will honor small clues like this in my parts of the world," Navid said.

"It's beautiful! It's so perfect! I can't wait to go somewhere... Um I mean I hope we don't have to go anywhere," I remembered that it was for emergencies in case Navid was asked to leave the country. So far that hadn't happened. He was doing well with his business and things seemed to be going back to normal. I leaned forward and kissed him. I didn't deserve such a thoughtful and loving man. He took care of me so well.

"Keep looking! More is in the box!" Navid said excitedly. He bit his lip as he watched me with joyful eyes. He leaned down and kissed my knee then put his chin on it to look up at me as I took a note from the box. His lips spread into a smile anticipating what I would read.

"I owe you one super exciting trip this summer to a secret destination," I read the note aloud.

"Yes! My parents will come with us and bring my family so you meet everyone. We will have best summer ever. All my loves in one place! You will get full experience of crazy Naseri tribe! All family will be there and you will be with me," Navid spoke rapidly with excitement.

"Everyone?" I asked and pictured myself surrounded by his culture. I couldn't wait.

"Hopefully. These things hard to plan, but there are many countries neutral for Iran and the US. We are prepared! See your handsome little picture? My light California boy smiles happy," Navid opened the passport and showed me. I did look happy. I remember him taking me to get the pictures made and then to apply for the passport.

"Next we just need decide how we make us legal couple. I don't wish that we are separated when we travel... It will be easier for us if..." Navid started.

"If we get married? What about your parents? Wouldn't they freak? What about having everyone there? Would we have like a wedding and stuff?" I asked. We hadn't ever really hammered this out. I'd actually suggested that they might take it better if they found out about us if we got married. A friend had suggested it, but Navid didn't really discuss it.

"Well... They will be upset when is revealed. But... I know it will be easier if they know you and I have commitment to each other. Is better to explain that I am with my boy with commitment instead of I am with my boy enjoying his beautiful body. I think about this often. Is it not better to at least tell them that I have made commitment to the boy they love instead of I take advantage of the boy they love? They do love you, Noah," Navid assured.

I knew how they felt about me. I'd spent a lot of time talking to his father. He liked to skype with me over the internet. We talked about a lot of things but always danced around the topic of what I meant to his son, what I was doing taking care of his son's home. We talked about everything but that. I spent more time than Navid talking to his father. I couldn't imagine him not wanting me for a son-in-law.

"We could also do other means..." Navid started. His smile flattened out to indicate he didn't think I'd be receptive to what he had to say.

"Like... what? Domestic partners?" I asked. Since marriage was now legal, I didn't think anyone still did that.

"Well no... Karim propose it as way to not upset my parents..." Navid said slowly as though he knew I was going to be pissed when he finished his thought.

"Like?" I prodded impatiently.

"I can adopt you. Is legal in this country even though you have more than 18 years of age. Is a way to say I am your caretaker and anything I have belongs to you. You would have my name... you would be my boy and... my parents they will understand this better," Navid explained.

"Your child? Really? You want me to be your child? How is that... I mean why would we... Er... That's kinda weird, no?" I asked. I pulled away from him.

"I know you will not like this, Noah. I know is not good option, but is way to make sure that all I have is yours if anything happen to me. Is also good for travel to show we are family... and you will have my name. Noah Naseri my official boy." Navid tried to smile like this was a good idea.

"No! I have a father! Why would you want to be my dad? That would be weird," I insisted.

"Is just for legal purpose. Is just so you are taken care of by me and... the world knows you belong to me," Navid stared at me with eyes that begged me to be ok with this.

"No way! Then what if we wanted to get married later? We couldn't because um that's gross and illegal if you're my dad!" I pushed him away gently and stood up to pace around the room.

"I know this will upset you. I know is not what you want or deserve, but... I give you time to think about it. Ok? We talk about it another day. Is just a thought for you to chew." Navid was handling me like a client he had to break bad news to. He was putting on his best sales routine.

"No! I don't want that. I love you. I want everyone to know that. I don't want to be your child. I already feel like your child most days. You cart me around and fix all my problems... I just... No..." I shuddered. Navid came to hold me from behind.

"Ok, ok. We won't do that. I upset you... Do I still get my reward?" Navid asked to lighten the mood.

"Sorry dad, Uncle Sam says I can't play with your dick anymore," I shot back. It wasn't a good time for his humor. I sat back down on the bed and Navid knelt in front of me.

"Don't be gross, princess. You know how I feel about you. I try to make a lifetime commitment in way that is good for both my new culture and old one. Ok though... no adoption. We will find a way. I need to make legal lifetime with you. You deserve this." Navid relented.

"So we're going to tell them then?" I asked excitedly.

"There is much to do before then. I have to ask your father's permission... and yours. And then we have to go through the process to do it. Plus we need ring for my baby," Navid said as he stood up from the floor. He got on the bed behind me and pulled me back to lie down with him.

"Dad will be easy. He wishes you were his son instead of me," I told Navid as he pulled me into his chest. I laid my head on his shoulder and his fingers rubbed down to my ass.

"This is not true," Navid laughed. He knew he was good at charming my father. The fact that Navid provided for me, loved me, and kept me safe made my dad like him more.

"It is. He can `bro-out' with you, talk sports and cars and fixing things. I never measure up with those things. You're the kind of son he probably thought I would grow to be," I noted. I wasn't upset about it. I loved that my dad and he got along so well. My dad had told me many times he was pleased I had someone like Navid.

He didn't explicitly state it, but I know he meant that he expected me to end up with a guy who seemed more... like me. I know he loved having Navid to do guy things with and seeing me with someone who could defend me brought him peace. He never expected his son to end up with a former Persian army guy who liked beer and sports.

"He like me because I take care of his baby. He know you are safe with me and you have every need fulfilled by me. I take care of my boy. I will never allow for something hurt you. Do not forget that my father spend more times talking to you than he does me! He never calls me without ask `How is Noah?' Often he ask that of me before asks how I am! It puts me very jealous!" Navid feigned anger and kissed my forehead.

It was true. I still talked to his dad a lot. He was thoughtful and liked to talk about the differences in our cultures and daily experiences. He would listen to my problems with school and even helped tutor me some when Navid was busy. He was different from my dad. He was very intellectual and knew so much about world cultures.

He helped me understand Navid sometimes too. He explained why Navid reacted certain ways and the culture he came from. We never discussed the "G" word (gay) or anything romantic about my relationship with his son. We connected on a different level.

"I guess both our parents love both of us very much. Hopefully they still will after they find out about us. If we get married, will we send them an invitation?" I asked. I pictured them sitting in the front row to witness the most important moment of my life. I pictured them smiling with tears in his mother's eyes while she clutched a tissue from her purse. I pictured his brothers and family wishing us well.

I dreamed about it, but I knew it was fantasy. We could hope for acceptance, not celebration.

"Ahh, we will see what happen there. Is concept they do not understand. Is not something we do in my culture," Navid said and took a gulp of air.

"It's ok. I know this is hard for you. I can't imagine what it's like. I'll be patient. I promise. We don't have to rush," I said. I remembered how he would have reacted just a year ago. He was so scared of anyone finding out about us. He'd come a long way since then. I couldn't have ever imagined us even having a conversation like this. He would have stopped me, frozen up, changed the topic, or gotten upset.

"I will do what is best for my Noah. Ok? I will make my princess happy as he deserves," Navid assured. I snuggled into his side, my face against his chest. I rubbed his stomach and reached up to squeeze his pecs. His workouts were getting fierce. He was a rock... my rock.

"Yes sir. I'll make you happy too. I promise," I said and kissed his nipple. I rubbed the tip of my tongue across it and hit a ticklish spot. He giggled and pulled away.

"You always make me happy. Just to know you are comfortable makes my heart to peace." Navid kissed my forehead and pulled me against him. He rubbed his hand down to my ass and squeezed it playfully. It was his.

"I love you so much. You do everything to take care of me. I just want to be your boy forever. I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want a ring, just your name and promise." I needed him so much it hurt.

"You must have ring! My princess needs my marking. I already have my ring from you. It fit me so tight and feels so good on my cock," Navid growled and slid his fingers into my shorts to touch my hole. He pressed against it and a little gasp escaped me. He always made my body electric when he touched it. He strummed my hole.

"Yeah? It's yours, Navee. All for you... uhhhh... fuck! Talk to me in Persian?" I asked.

"What? For why? You want my language?" Navid laughed. He never used it with me.

"It just sounds so hot. Like your voice drops an octave and you sound like... fuck," I hissed as his finger wormed its way inside me, stretching me for him.

He started talking in his language. The rumbling tones that came from deep within his throat had me pulsing with heat. My body shivered as he finger-fucked me and mumbled beautiful Persian phrases in my ear.

"Ahadi di sharam," I closed my eyes and mimicked him. Navid laughed and sat up with surprise.

"What was this you say? Is not Persian! This is what you think Persian sound like?" he laughed so hard his abs shook. He kissed my forehead.

"It's what you said," I insisted. I blinked up at him with the innocent eyes he loved.

"I do not say this! I say doostat daraam haruz bish az ruz...." He continued on. I got lost again in the deep tones that resonated in little shockwaves from my hole to my heart. I was so hard against him. I humped against his thigh as he gushed sweet phrases.

"That's fucking hot," I noted. I slid my hand down over his abs and gripped his fat bulge. I wagged it and pumped it in my hand as it tented his briefs.

"It mean I love you. I am always think of you, my love. You are my beautiful baby princess," Navid explained.

"Fucking hot," I echoed and rubbed his hard cock through the briefs.

"See now Noah! This is exactly why I do not teach Persian to you. It just make me your kink. I am no fetish for you! You don't want me. You only want my sexy language. I am merely toy for your sexual perversion," Navid acted upset but then laughed.

"I can't help it. Everything about you makes me so fucking hard. Even when you're just talking business with Karim through the car stereo system, I want desperately to play with your cock. You're not my fetish, you're my fantasy," I reached down to unzip my shorts. I pushed them down as his hand stretched the back of my briefs, playing with my hole.

"I know this, my sweet baby. Is a heavy curse that I bear. I try to use only the ugly English with my baby or he turns into wicked sex monster. I cannot control your powerful princess lust. I feel your little pussy twitch and feels so good," he joked.

"Don't stop the Persian please," I whined and sat up to struggle out of my shirt. I tossed it on the floor and laid back in his arms. I gripped his bulge and pumped his cock while my teeth found his nipple.

He let out another long string of beautiful noises and then translated for me as I fished his cock out of his briefs. It thumped up against his stomach, hard, dark, and eager. I gripped it and pumped it until it rewarded me with a taste of his precum.

"I want to do to you what springtime does for the flowers," he translated.

"That's so beautiful, Navee. It's like poetry," I said and froze to look up at him.

"Is true, my princess. I want make you to blossom, to open for me so I may sip at your nectar like the bee in need of sweetness. Your beautiful flower opens for me, so tasty and warm. It is my favorite place in all of world," Navid whispered.

"Oh fuck that's hot." I slipped my cock out of my briefs and rubbed it against his thigh. He fingered my hole with urgency and his other hand came down to grip my shaft and pump it. He was learning to play with my cock. He was growing, trying to do things he hadn't done with other guys just to make me happy.

"You need daddy to seed you? You want the cock you beg for?" Navid asked.

I lifted off his chest and sat up just enough to look down at him. I bit my lip and nodded. I rubbed his pecs and eyed him with longing. I bent over and leaned down to suck his cock while he worked my hole. He responded by sliding his finger off of me. Putting his hands on my hips and lifting me up and over him so I could sit on his face while I nursed at his monster.

"Uhhhh," I whined as his thick wet muscle pushed past his lips and slurped at my hole.

"My perfect boy pussy taste so good," he praised and lapped at my needy hole. I slurped his cock. It was sweaty and musky from a day of hard work. I tasted the salt of his sweat, the hint of piss at the tip as I hungrily sucked at my prize. His cock doubled in size and went rigid as I started to bob on him. I did this everyday, but it never got old. I never got used to the girth and strength his pole possessed, the way it made my body weak and needy for him.

"Fuck," I hissed as his tongue swirled around my canal. He lit me up like New Year's in Bangkok. I'd never been there, but it has the word cock in it so it has to be lit. I sucked down his meaty tool, hungry for it to piston in and out of me. He pushed a finger inside me next to his tongue. They danced in a well-rehearsed rhythm to stretch me for him.

"Mmmm," he mumbled happily as he ate his favorite snack. I bobbed up and down on his cock as he put a hand to the back of my head, tangles his thick fingers in my hair, and pushed me to take more of him. He pushed me down hard, only letting me up to gasp for air or gag for space.

"You feel so good inside me," I mumbled thankful words when he let me up.

"I feel better when my cock is here," he said as his lips left my hole with a little kiss. He smacked my cheeks to tell me I was ready for him. I scrambled off of him, giving his cock one last kiss.

"You want me to seed you, love? You want to carry my babies? Little Persians who will adore you?" Navid asked. It seemed like a serious question.

"Yes sir," I said. "I'd like that." I meant it. The idea of having a little family with him, even if I didn't have the proper equipment to give birth to his children, filled my dreams.

I turned to face him and he pulled me on top of him, my knees straddling his waist. He pulled me down for a kiss as he gripped his cock with one hand and thumped it against my hole. He smacked my hole with the tip a few times then pushed it against me. I moaned on his tongue as it slipped past my lips and the thick head of his cock pushed inside me.

"Ahhh!" I pulled off his lips as he pushed inside me. He'd forgotten to use lube and our collective spit down there wasn't up to the task. Navid slowly eased out of me and apologized with a flurry of kisses as he sat up and got one of the little bottles we keep stashed all around the house. He popped it open with his teeth and then reached behind me to pour it between my cheeks. His fingers squished it inside my hole and then he slathered some on his shaft.

"Better, baby?" he asked as he reached for a t-shirt on the floor to wipe his sticky fingers. I nodded and he put his hands on my hips. I leaned forward against his chest as he thrust up inside me slowly. I buried my face into his shoulder and whimpered as he pushed inside me.

"Fuck yes. You feel so good on me baby, my beautiful boy," Navid put his hands on my ass and spread my cheeks as his cock pushed in deeper. I breathed deeply as he slid in. I wanted more.

"Uh huh... yes fuck," I put my hands against his pecs, squeezed them as he filled me full. He pushed in inch by inch, kissing and petting me, whispering praises as I struggled to take him.

"My love," Navid whispered as he kissed my ear, nibbled on it. He shoved in deeper until my ass rested against his balls. I took all of him. I remembered how many weeks it took before he would even put the tip inside me. He was always so afraid of hurting me.

"I got it," I gasped proudly and elicited a smile from Navid. He nodded to me and kissed me, letting his cock sit inside me before he got down to it.

"It feel ok? You feel nice?" Navid asked, always concerned. I nodded.

"It feels so good, like I'm a part of you," I assured. I leaned down and kissed his shoulder right in the spot I liked to bite and suck when he fucked me hard.

"You are best part of me, the part I always think of," Navid whispered and then added, "I can fuck you now? Feels ready for me?"

"Yes sir," I whined and started to slide off him. I liked that he let me be on top sometimes, but he still didn't let me do much. He put his hands on my ass and stopped me. He started to slowly rise and fall against the bed, pushing inside me and then letting it slip out.

"Let me seed you, seed my pretty pussy boy," Navid growled. He started to slide in and out of me, his thick shaft rubbing all the sensitive parts that made me whimper, beg, howl, bite. I pushed my lips into his chest, tasting his skin as I slurped and sucked the salt from it.

"Mmmm," I muffled my cries as my body was overtaken by chills each time he pounded against my prostate. My cock was rock hard as it rubbed against his abs. The soft fur of his tight skin made for the perfect rub to milk my precum. I leaked a happy trail across his stomach.

"That's my boy. That's my good baby. Take my cock, feels good in your little hole. You like that?" Navid whispered against my ear.

"Yes sir," I whined, impaled on his tool. "Persian?" I choked out.

Navid let out a slow string of incoherent words in that deep throaty voice he used with his native tongue. "I love you," he translated. "My sun rises in your eyes... You are my greatest treasure." He distracted me with hot Persian phrases while he started to piston-fuck my hole. I collapsed against his chest, overcome with need for him. He rocked me in his arms as he shoved his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck," I whined. I was so hard for him. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I fought to keep them open, fought against the waves of ecstasy he produced inside me. I was his.

"My precious boy. My sweet love. Take my cock. You whine for my seed. I can't deny you," he mumbled as he bit and sucked on my earlobe. His strong arms wrapped around my back as he lifted us off the bed and pounded me deeper. His mile of cock snaked deep inside me.

"Uhhh," I gasped, out of words and thoughts. His cock consumed me. He piston-fucked me and held me tightly against him as I licked and sucked my way down to his nipple.

A ding interrupted us. Navid had recently gotten a smart watch as a gift from a client who was a little too into him. It was an older white guy from Orange County. We'd had dinner with him one night and he brought along his partner, an equally old and bland guy who spent the evening complaining about the traffic and saying LA was "simply filthy." Navid had met up with them a few times and it had produced some sweet deals for him.

"The watch tells me it is time to stand up! Do I obey or continue to serve my princess?" he asked. I laughed and smacked a hand against his shoulder. "Fucking watch! I bet he put a camera in it it to watch us. He was so into you."

"This is gross, Noah. He is nice old man with money to invest! I can serve my watch and my princess," Navid proclaimed. He held me tightly and slid off the bed to stand up. He backed me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He'd never drop me. He held me by the ass and leaned me against the wall. He pushed into me again, pistoning in and out of me as I moaned and whined against his heartbeat.

"Fucking best boy butt ever," Navid praised into my ear as he shoved into my deepest parts.

"You were made for me, Noah; my perfect gift from heaven," Navid assured and piston-fucked my hole as my back banged against the wall, my head protected by the back of his hand.

"Ow," I finally said as my shoulder banged against the wall and knocked a picture off that was hanging nearby. He stopped, looked at me with lust-filled eyes and nodded. He turned, clutching me to his chest and headed back for the bed. His cock slipped out of me as we walked. I sighed. He laid down on his back and turned me around so my back was laid back against his chest, my legs spread, my hole awaiting his cock.

"Fuck, my Noah so beautiful," Navid praised as he looked over my chest and rubbed it approvingly. My legs straddled his waist and propped myself up on my feet, my back against his chest. His head was level with my nipple and he leaned into me to bite and suck it as he lined up his cock with my hole again. His other hand reached down to stroke my cock.

"I love you," I whispered, looking down at his head as he sucked at my nipple.

"Noah nips, yum," he mused. "So perfect, my princess. I pop that boy butt now," he laughed and leaned up for a kiss. He rubbed my leaky precum all over my tummy as his cock shoved back up inside me.

"I seed my baby? You want daddy's cum?" Navid asked as he started to speed up on my hole again. He pounded me, lifting up off the bed and pushing deep inside me then ripping it back. He banged against the spots that sent me close to the edge.

"Yes, Sir! I'm gonna cum. Oh I'm gonna cum. Fuck me!" I whined. His hand gripped my cock and he pumped it slowly as my body started to shake in his hold. I wanted to grab my cock and speed it up, but he took his time and did it just slow enough to keep me in that hazy, on-the-edge feeling.

"Cum for me, baby. Your little hole grips my cock so hard when I make you cum." Navid started to bounce me hard on his cock and sent me over the edge.

"Ahhhh fuck!" I yelled. He filled my hole and pumped my cock as I started to spray cum all over my chest.

"Oh baby cum, yes," Navid praised as he watched my fountain shoot white spurts up to my chest, my cheek, my chin. He looked up at me with proud fascination as my body twisted and bucked in his arms. He bit and sucked my nipple closest to him as he watched.

"Huhhhh," I whined and gasped as his thick cock pushed inside me and my body jerked and tensed. Navid was bouncing me on his cock and looked pretty close to finishing himself.

"You shoot so nice, baby. I am close to cum," Navid warned as he started slamming up into me in hard, fast strokes, pounding the hole he owned.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I shouted as my cock gave up a few more volleys and I collapsed back against his chest. He rubbed a hand over my tummy, smoothing out my cum and rubbing it into my nipples and chest. He slid the hand up to my neck and then pushed two fingers past my lip so I could suck up the cum he'd collected.

"Hot," he laughed. "Uh I cum!" he got suddenly serious and lifted us off the mattress so he could pound me properly.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Navid growled as he started to fire off inside me. He shoved in deep and held it while he fired off then withdrew and plunged in again to deliver the next one.

"Yes! Give me your cum," I squealed as I felt his shots hit deep inside me like some sort of internal video game that made me yelp every time he his missiles hit their targets. I turned my face to stare down at him. I love watching him finish.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Babe! Fuck!" Navid emptied his load in me, filling me with his seed and squishing that fat cock as far in as he could.

His face contorted with ragged gasps for air as he gave me all he had. He bared his teeth and his eyes opened and closed like he was alternating between surprise and sleepiness. They were always a little different, his orgasm faces. One time he looked like he saw something shocking in the corner of the room, but then turned to smile like he decided he was ok with it.

"FAhhhhh yuh!" He groaned with one last release as his neck arched and his stomach rippled. He collapsed back against the bed and turned his head to the side, gasping for air as we stared into each other's eyes.

"You... come," he mumbled and pulled me to swivel around on his cock. I sat up and turned so I was facing him. I leaned down against his chest and his arms wrapped around me. He rubbed a hand up into my hair and kissed the top of it as his chest rose and fell to recover his breath.

"I love you so much, princess," he rasped and pushed my face up to look at him. He leaned in and kissed me, swirling his tongue around my mouth.

"I love you too," I promised when our kiss broke. I snuggled into his chest and we napped happily. His watch woke us an hour later. We went to shower and then I made dinner while he caught up on work emails and phone calls. They never ended.

"You always hum after I fuck you good," Navid noted when he came up behind me in the kitchen. I was plating our dinner of salad and roasted lamb. He put his arms around me and held me from behind as I worked. He never offered to help with that stuff.

"You always fuck me good when I hum," I assured him as if that made any sense.

"Is a cycle. We are made for each other," Navid laughed and kissed my neck.

After dinner, we got to work on my paper and project. There wasn't all that much to change. I had formatting issues and I'd left out a few sections that I was supposed to address in the outline he gave us. I'm really good at writing, but when it comes to a scientific research paper I get lost and confused.

We went to bed early, or at least I did. I fell asleep on his chest while he answered some work emails and had a long conversation on the phone with Karim. I dozed off to the lulling rhythm of his language.

+++

We took my dad for dinner on Sunday at his favorite place; one of those sports grills with the giant televisions and an endless selection of specialty beer from little craft places around Southern California. He and Navid liked to share samples of their favorites.

"Well? What's the big news? What's going on with you two?" dad asked when the hostess seated us.

"I failed my science project," I said, not ready to break the big news.

"You've never failed anything in your life! I'm shocked, Noah!" dad said with wide eyes. "And for that you invited me for dinner? I could have lectured you over the phone," he laughed.

"No worry, Mr. Kinney. I met with his professor and he has fixed it for a new grade. We spend all of yesterday working to perfect it." Navid assured.

"Oh... That's great. Thanks... So then what's the big news?" dad figured out that wasn't it. Navid squeezed my hand under the table. Dad looked between us as though trying to figure things out.

"Would you like to hear about our craft beers?" the waiter interrupted our tension.

"Yes! We can't wait!" I squealed a little too loudly, excited for the diversion.

"Oh, I'll need to see some I.D. from you," he said, eyeing me with heavy suspicion.

"He's underage and not drinking... ever," Navid assured him with a laugh. I knew it would probably be a long time before Navid ever gave me any alcohol. He saw the problems it had caused between his business mentor Karim and his partner. That answer pleased dad. He nodded and the waiter went on to explain their new selection.

They ordered a "flight" of beer to try and joked about the ones they had the last time we came here. It was the perfect place for them. It had all the important games on big screens, new drinks to experience, and free wi-fi so I could entertain myself while snuggled under Navid's arm in an oversized corner booth.

Navid further distracted my dad with jokes about the other beers they had tried the last few times we went there. "What did we have the last time that we hated? The Sock Monkey? That was awful."

"Yeah," dad chuckled. "It was all sock and no monkey."

Navid kept the mood light. He wanted to make sure dad had at least a little alcohol in him before he asked the important question. My dad was his most important client. He always treated him with respect and made him feel like a great man. I knew dad loved him like his own son. We were halfway through a basket of chips and salsa when Navid finally got down to it.

"Well, Mr. Kinney, sir. I hope you see how much I love your son. He is my world. There is nothing I will stop at to make him happy," Navid started.

"Yes?" dad said with one eyebrow raised. He knew where this was going.

"And well, sir," Navid cleared his throat. "You know my business is good. I am put away much in savings. Noah's education is already safe in account for him. He will have books, clothes, food, tuition. Whatever he needs. Now I save to get us bigger house. I want that he has safety and I provide for him no matter what." Navid was laying out his case.

"That makes me happy to hear," dad said and sipped his beer while he waited for the question he knew was coming. There were very few places a speech like this could go.

"Yes sir. I want you are happy too. You raise a Noah any father will be proud to have... and sir... I want your permission to... to marry him... my promise to take care of him until I die," Navid said. He finished and took a sip of his beer. I kept my mouth shut. I knew it was important to him to do this right.

"Oh... I... well you know I am so happy that he has found someone who truly cares for him and has the means to provide like you do... but," my dad started. He paused and fumbled with his phone as it rested on the table top.

"Yes sir?" Navid looked worried.

"Well, what about your parents? I mean I've welcomed you into my family. I'm happy my son has found someone so responsible and respectful. But I can't let Noah be someone's secret life. I know your culture has different ideals and you have reservations about telling your family what he means to you..." Dad paused. He looked at me with those sad eyes that said he desperately wanted to give me what I wanted, but he also had to be a parent.

"I will tell them. I will. Noah deserves this that they know the truth. This is why I want that we marry. I will be able to show them I have commitment to him and this is not just to have fun," Navid explained. He squeezed my hand under the table and I leaned against his shoulder. I stared my dad down. He knew I would do it anyways. There's nothing he could say to stop me.

My dad sighed. "This is what you want, Noah?" he asked as though he didn't know or maybe he wanted me to really think about it.

"It's all I ever wanted," I assured him. I put my hand on the table and reached across to where he was fumbling with his phone. He set it down and reached over to squeeze my hand. Dad looked at me with that face of concern. He knew I'd never turn down Navid, whatever he offered.

"Just promise me you won't hurt him, no matter how your family reacts. Look me in the eyes and give me your word that you won't break his heart. He's all I have. I know I can't stop you two, but I'd do anything to keep him safe," dad said. He didn't let go of my hand, neither of them did.

"I promise you, sir. Noah is most important person in my life. I love him with all my heart. There is nothing in world that can change this. My parents love him too. You hear from Noah how much he talks with my father. You know they care for him great deals. I put his happiness above my own. Is why I want to make commitment to him, make this official. I need him to know he is worth whatever may come," Navid assured.

"You have my blessing," dad said though he didn't sound entirely happy about it.

"Thank you," I said and Navid echoed. We didn't eat much after that. We made light conversation and ignored the awkwardness that hung over us. It wasn't the happy event I'd dreamed. Navid was the perfect guy for me, but his family situation rightfully gave my dad pause. We had what we came for, and eventually dad would lighten up about it.

Dad paid the check. He tried to act like he was happy for us. We all hugged and then went home.

"That was good?" I asked as Navid pulled away from the restaurant to drive us home.

"I don't know, Noah. I don't know how he feels. He is right though. I have much to prove. I have showed I can take care of my boy, but he is right to be concerned. I don't know how my family will take this when they know. But I mean it that I promise to make you happy. This will show my family that I have made commitment to you. This will make them see that you are not simply boy I am playing with. They will know I gave my word and will fulfill it," Navid mused.

"That will make it better?" I asked as he held my hand atop the gear shifter.

"That will make it stronger, harder to break. They will know I make promise to you and not something I could walk away from. Fuck, Noah. Why this has to be so hard? I love you so much. Anyone can see we are two sides of same coin. Two halves of one soul lost across two continents that find their way home to each other." Navid choked up as we sat at the light to turn into our townhome complex.

"Maybe it'll just take time for them. Maybe it's the same as my dad. We just have to keep living our lives, living our love. They'll see, they'll understand," I proposed though I wasn't sure.

"I hope so. But whatever may come, we will be together. You will have my name, my love; be my baby Naseri... forever," Navid said and pulled in through the gate.

After that we went straight upstairs. He ignored the work emails and business deals for the rest of the night and we just laid together curled up under the comforter. It was like the first few times we hung out in my room where we laid together in my bed and watched silly clips on youtube while I rested my head on his chest.

He held me until we fell asleep, happy but unsure. We couldn't know what the future held, but felt sure we could survive it as long as we held each other. +++

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