ep 5 first night together

Noah should have kept walking. He should have let Oliver’s words sink in, accepted the rejection, and moved on.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stopped a few steps away, heart pounding, jaw tight. The cold air bit at his skin, but it wasn’t the night chill that had him shivering—it was him. The way Oliver had looked at him. The way he had touched him like he wasn’t supposed to.

The way he had called it a mistake.

Noah turned back. “You know what I think?”

Oliver’s expression stayed unreadable, but Noah caught the slight clench of his jaw. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

Noah took a step forward. Then another. His breath was uneven now, but he didn’t stop. Not until he was standing right in front of Oliver, close enough to see the faint crease between his brows, close enough to feel the warmth of him even in the cold.

“I think you’re full of shit.”

Oliver inhaled through his nose, but he didn’t step back.

“You say I’m too young for you,” Noah continued, voice steady despite the way his pulse raced, “but you keep looking at me like you want me anyway.”

Oliver’s throat bobbed. “Noah—”

Noah reached up, curling his fingers around the front of Oliver’s coat, barely gripping. “Tell me to walk away.”

Oliver didn’t.

Noah exhaled, voice softer now. “Tell me this is a mistake again, and I’ll go.”

Oliver’s hands twitched at his sides, but he still didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Noah felt his own resolve slipping. He should stop. He should.

But then Oliver did something that made his breath catch.

His fingers—strong, steady—lifted, just barely brushing against Noah’s jaw. The touch was hesitant, like Oliver was fighting himself.

Like he knew he shouldn’t, but couldn’t help it anyway.

“Noah,” Oliver murmured, almost like a warning.

Noah’s grip tightened on his coat. “Tell me to stop.”

Oliver exhaled shakily. Then, before Noah could say anything else, before he could second-guess himself—



Oliver kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was everything Oliver had been holding back.

His hand slid around the back of Noah’s neck, pulling him in, and Noah melted into it instantly. Oliver tasted like whiskey and something deeper, something dangerous. His lips were warm, firm, and the way he kissed—God.

Noah gasped against him, fingers curling tighter into Oliver’s coat, pulling him impossibly closer.

Oliver let out a quiet, almost pained noise before deepening the kiss, tilting his head, molding their mouths together like he had given up on restraint entirely.

And Noah?

Noah was gone.

By the time Oliver finally pulled away, Noah’s breath was ragged, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Oliver’s forehead rested against his, his hand still cradling Noah’s jaw like he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“…That was a mistake,” Oliver whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice.

Noah, still dazed, let out a breathless laugh. “Liar.”

Oliver exhaled, eyes dark, fingers twitching against Noah’s skin.

Noah smirked. “Too late now.”

Oliver closed his eyes briefly—then, with a quiet curse, kissed him again.



The kiss deepened again, and this time, there was no stopping it. The night stretched out around them, empty and full of possibilities, but neither of them cared about anything but the taste of each other.

Oliver’s hands roamed, tracing the line of Noah’s jaw before slipping into his hair, tugging him closer. The intensity of it made Noah dizzy, as if every touch, every flick of Oliver’s tongue was a question—one Noah was more than willing to answer.

Their bodies pressed together, and Noah could feel the heat radiating from Oliver’s chest. His heart was racing, but not from fear. From desire. From something raw and urgent, something they couldn’t hide anymore.

Oliver broke the kiss with a quiet curse, his lips grazing Noah’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. “Noah…” His voice was rough, strained, like he was barely keeping control.

Noah’s hands slid down to Oliver’s waist, pulling him closer still. “Stop holding back,” he whispered, voice hushed but firm.

Oliver looked at him, eyes burning with something Noah hadn’t seen before. There was no hesitation now.

Without another word, Oliver took Noah’s hand, guiding him to a nearby alley where a black car was parked. The moment they were inside, Oliver pulled him against him again, and Noah found himself straddling his lap, lips moving feverishly against his.

The car was small, cramped in a way that only made the moment more intense. It was messy, urgent, the heat between them making everything else feel far away.

Oliver’s hand slid under Noah’s shirt, his skin scorching against his stomach, and Noah gasped at the feeling. He responded immediately, tugging at Oliver’s clothes, pulling at buttons, desperate to feel him.



They didn’t speak much as they undressed each other. There was no need. Every touch was a conversation, every kiss an unspoken promise.

When they finally came together, it wasn’t gentle. It was urgent, desperate, like they were both trying to make up for lost time. Oliver’s hands were everywhere, roaming over Noah’s skin, memorizing every inch of him.



Noah arched into him, feeling the heat of Oliver’s body pressing against his, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as Oliver’s lips found his neck again, his teeth grazing his skin.

They moved together in rhythm, a dance of heated passion and something more—something neither of them had expected to find tonight.

It was messy. It was wild. And yet, in the chaos of it all, there was a tenderness that neither of them had anticipated.



When it was over, the world outside the car seemed to come rushing back, but for a few moments, they just lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, breathless and alive.

Noah rested his head against Oliver’s chest, the sound of his heartbeat grounding him in a way that felt strange and right all at once.

Oliver’s fingers traced soothing patterns on his back, and for the first time that night, he spoke quietly, his voice almost soft. “This isn’t just a mistake, Noah.”

Noah’s fingers twitched against Oliver’s skin, and he closed his eyes, letting the weight of the moment settle in. “I didn’t think it was.”

Oliver sighed, his fingers still tracing circles on Noah’s skin. “I want more of you.”



Noah’s breath caught. He wasn’t sure what was happening between them, but for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t afraid to find out.

to be continued

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