Boyce was right. At least he had a curtain to hide behind when he did it the last time, but where was his fucking excuse now? He hadn’t had a sip of alcohol that day, which was strangely surprising for Noel Carpenter. The talk show host swallowed, slightly nervous as he looked at Boyce guiltily. “I-I have no idea. Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that. Forget that ever happened.” Noel tried to casual dismiss everything, but knowing Boyce, he had a feeling it wasn’t going to work.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Boyce said, still recovering from the kiss. “I mean, you don’t like me or anything, right?” the counselor asked, trying not to sound like the Dr. Phil wannabe Noel always teases him to be. “I get that you’re just upset… you came here over here for a reason, at least. I’m basically the only guy here who gives a shit about you,” he added with a chuckle.
Noel leaned closer towards Boyce, as his fingers lingered playfully on the other man’s bottom lip. Noel licked his own lips when he heard Boyce’s question. “I…don’t know.” he said before finally giving in to the urge and smacked his lips against his best friend, pulling into an aggressive kiss. God, what the fuck was he doing? He managed to pull away, breathing heavily, as he stared guiltily at Boyce. “Fuck, Sorry I -” he didn’t really know what else to say.
Boyce’s eyebrows raised in surprise as Noel pulled him into a surprisingly passionate kiss, unable to tear himself away from the stronger guy’s grip. Once the two pulled away, Boyce needed a second to catch his breath, then broke the brief silence that occurred following the event. “Uh, wow. What was that?” the counselor asked, needing answered. “I mean, you did that when we were drunk last week, so I didn’t think much of it, but I’m pretty sure you’re sober right now…” Boyce went on, trying not to make Noel think that he’d done something wrong.
Noel chuckled at his friend’s response. “I was joking, Bry-“ he stopped halfway as he actually entertained the scenario. They sucked it other off before, he figured they were drunk and it was just a one time thing. He gave Boyce a curious look as he entertained the thought that his best friend might actually be attracted to him. And then of course, there was that kiss.. “Bry are you-?” he wasn’t sure what his question was, but he reached over to Boyce’s chin, and started touching him, tracing along in suggestion. Was he actually attracted to Boyce as well?
“What? You seemed to enjoy it that one time I did…” Boyce said with a coy grin. Boyce would be lying if he said he didn’t think Noel had a nice dick, at the very least. Noel’s confusion in the moment was something Boyce was reveling in, and to be honest, it was almost turning him on. “Am I… what,” Noel?” Boyce asked cautiously, as Noel reached over to his face. “What were you just gonna ask?
“Some asshole who’s had it in for me since day one.” he rolled his eyes at the thought of Christian. Noel sighed at his friend’s offer. “Seriously, I don’t think there’s anything you can do. Unless you wanna give me a blowjob, since you love my dick and all.” he joked bitterly with a wink. It was soothing, to be able to mess around with Boyce after a crappy day.
“If anybody has a problem with you, then I don’t know what to say. You’re utterly harmless. A pussy, even,” Boyce said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood in the room. “Is there a time when you don’t think about sex?” Boyce asked in playful disbelief, in response to Noel’s proposition. “But if you really think it would make you feel better…” Boyce began, trailing off as he looked at Noel suggestively. “I guess I wouldn’t hate sucking you off again. But only if you really want me…”
Why do I feel like people are trying to get me to say that I’m a bottom?
That’s only the case about half of the time. Okay, maybe three-fourths of the time. I DON’T KEEP TALLY OF THIS STUFF.
Noel was surprised from Boyce’s unexpected hug, but he managed to calm down, and actually turned to look at his friend. Noel sighed.“That fuckin’ douche Kesseler wrote shit about me in the paper, and they were all accusing me on the fuckin’ air I-I- just lost it.” he rambled in one breath. Noel collapsed in frustration on Boyce’s couch. “There’s nothing you can do to help me, bry. I’m just pissed.”
“Who?” Boyce asked, confused. “The fuck is that? Anyway, fuck him,” Boyce said in concession, joining Noel on the couch. “People are shitty, Noel. Don’t know what to tell you, bud,” Boyce said, genuinely sorry for his best friend. “I mean, if there’s anything I can do, just let me know…” Boyce said, feeling a bit brought down by his friend’s misery.
Noel got out of his car, fuming. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. Was he even at the peak of his career? No. Not on that shitty show. It may have been a crappy show that he hosted, but it was a steeping stone. Now some pathetic sensationalist fuckhead reporter had ruined his image, and put his job in jeapoardy. He was pissed. Noel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before knocking on the door.
It didn’t work.
“I want to beat him up.” Noel said as the door swung open. He stepped inside. Normally he would make a joke about his best friend’s crappy place, but not that day. He paced around the room. “I want to punch his face in, ‘bry.” he fumed.
“C’mere,” Boyce called out to Noel, pulling him into a hug once he found the guy distraught in his living room. “I heard all about it. Fuckin’ sucks, I know…” he assured the other man, trying to calm him down. After a few moments, Boyce pulled away to look at his best friend. “Care to tell me exactly what happened? Wanna help you, Noel.”