Bad Manners

Once we reach his house we head down to the basement. I love the basement. It's too bad Noah and I have slept through the entire day because on a rainy day like this one, there is nothing better than watching movies and eating junk food in this basement. Well there is something better.

Maybe it will rain again tomorrow...

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" We turn the TV on and sit on the couch.

"Yeah, but we're working on a place right here in town so I can sleep a little later…you gonna stay over?"

"Well it's already kind of late...it's okay if I stay?"

"Why would I ask you to come over at 10 o'clock at night and then make you leave?"

"True. Can I lie down?"

"Nope." He pops the 'p.'

"Okay..."

"How many times have you been on this couch?"

"Too many."

"Have you ever asked permission for anything in this house before?"

"No."

"Really? That's kinda rude..."

"Oh my God I hate you." I lie down on my side and face the television. He maneuvers his way behind me and puts his arm over me.

"Whose turn is it?" He asks.

"To do what?"

"I'll go...Do you still draw?"

I haven't drawn in a long time. I used to do it at any chance that I had, but within the last few years I would only draw at night. I'd sit at my desk or on my bed and let my mind wander about anything and everything and before I knew it, my thoughts and feelings would be on the page in front of me.

When I started dating Finn I slowly let my drawing go. I don't even think he knows that I draw. Not many people do. Sometimes I would stay up late at night drawing until three or four in the morning.

"Sometimes, but not as much as I used to."

"When you and Finn fought?" How in the hell would he know that?

"Yes, but how do you know that? Did Jim tell you?"

"No. I used to wait for your desk light to come on at night. It was like clockwork...until Finn. Then it was only when you two fought... I only assumed you were fighting because you seemed pissed." It makes sense for him to see my light. Our rooms DO face each other. He was watching closely enough to know that I was pissed? I wonder what else he's seen...

"So you watched me a lot?"

"Not exactly... no...not...in a creepy, peeping tom way. You don't ever close your blinds."

"Neither do you. Thankfully your girls don't like the lights on."

He very quietly tells me, "I saw you once."

"When? With Finn?"

"Fuck no! Wait... you and Finn have had sex there, but we can't?"

"What do you mean Noah, I'm sure you saw me all the time…" I roll over to face him. "What was I doing…besides drawing?"

He's nervous. I'm making him nervous. I didn't think he got nervous...or embarrassed.

"It was maybe a few months ago...you were in a towel and you took it off to dry your hair with it...you were wearing underwear, but that was all."

"Oh."

"I'm a guy, Rach." He shrugs. "I gotta tell ya, that image was burned into my brain for... until last night I guess. Now I have new images. It was only the one time that I saw you...like that." He's waiting for a reaction, but I'm stunned. "Trust me…it's not like I didn't try…like, all the time…"

"Please stop talking."

"Okay. "

"You've watched me draw." I say this more to myself because I'm trying to process it.

Why would he watch me draw? It's so private. I poured all of myself onto those pages and he watched me?What if I picked my nose? What if I was talking to myself? What if I was crying?

He lifts my chin so that I meet his eyes, "Are you upset? I didn't really watch you like a television or anything...it was maybe 30 seconds a night and it was like a routine or…something. I was always afraid you'd catch me and close the blinds. You never even looked over."

He was content to sit and watch me draw which really isn't a spectator sport. He was watching me. He saw my emotions playing across my face at 30 second intervals (so he says) and it became a routine to him?

"Rach?"

I kiss him hard and pull him on top of me.

"Sooo... you're not mad?"

"Nope." I start pulling his shirt off of him when he sits back and does it himself.

"Is this one of those things that you say doesn't bother you now, but will come up again when I least expect it?"

"No. Come here." I pull him back on top of me and wrap my legs around him. He's hard already.

He's attempting to pull my tank top off, "How does this thing work?"

"It has a bra built in... hold on... voila!" My breasts are met with the cool air of the house, but Noah wastes no time warming them with his mouth. It feels so good, but I have other plans.

I push on his chest and tell him to lie down. He pulls me on top of him and we're skin to skin from the waste up and it feels so good I can't help but moan a little louder than I was last night. Noah roughly kisses me and grabs my ass to pull me tighter to him. He slides his hands to my hips and inside my boxers to pull them down. I have to get up to get them the rest of the way off.

"Lose the pants Puckerman."

"My my we're bossy tonight." He lifts his hips and pulls them off very quickly. He starts to sit up and reach for me, but I'm on top off him pushing him down before he has the chance. I grab his hands and hold them above his head. I have him pinned and I'm this close to his mouth, staring into his eyes and hoping he can see how much want I'm feeling.

"I like bossy Berry." He chokes out and lifts his head and kisses me. I love the way his tongue glides over my own. I break the kiss by sucking his lower lip and he moans my name and thrusts his hips up.

"Something wrong Noah?" I ask him while I'm kissing and licking my way down his body. I stop when I feel my breasts hitting his cock. He's so hard and smooth. I'm a little nervous about being able to get my mouth around him.

The noises he's making are really turning me on and I wrap my hand around him and start licking the tip of him.

He sucks in air through his teeth. "Fuck." I'm licking up and down his length and he can't stop moaning and cursing. "Oh my God, your mouth feels so good."

"Mmmmmmmm." I hum around him. My hand is wrapped around the base of him when I start sucking on him harder, moving my mouth up and down his length faster and faster. I put his hands on my head.

"Jesus...are you trying to kill me?"

I take him as deep as I can and swallow around him. He lets out a string of curses and loses it, spilling into my mouth.

"Fuck me…your mouth should be illegal…"

He watches as I throw his t-shirt on and go upstairs to get us both some water. When I return, he is sound asleep with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. How much can this guy sleep in one day?

"Good night Noah." I climb on top of him and both of his arms are around me instantly. I thought he was asleep

"Night Juice."

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