Now that he's no longer avoiding Jamie, thinking about him isn't a guilty activity. Noah doesn't have to try not to imagine what Jamie might be doing. He can go see for himself. Which is just what he does one sunny afternoon, appearing in his usual mildly unsettling fashion, body draped across the end of Jamie's cozy cottage bed like an extra blanket.
(Who needs to text first? Certainly not this ghost.)
Jamie jumps just a little when Noah is suddenly in his bed. He's laying on his stomach with a book (surprise surprise) and he grins when he sees his darling ghost.
"Well, if I was entertaining, you'd know by now. What will you do if you ever show up when I have someone here?"
He gives Noah a sly grin and reaches to nudge him with his foot.
Noah cuts himself off with a soft snort when Jamie pokes him with his foot and he rolls onto his back, propping his head on one folded arm. Seemingly staring up at the ceiling, he continues, "It would depend on who the someone is." He sneaks a sideways glance. "And how you're entertaining them."
Probably he wouldn't want to stick around, but who knows.
He scoots closer so he can lean over and kiss Noah once he's settled on his back. It feels good to have him here, to have him just show up like he always has. Perfect.
"And what if I was entertaining myself, hm? What then?"
He has plenty of toys here to do that with, after all, and sometimes he does come to his cottage specifically for alone time.
The kiss warms him the way the sun spilling through the curtains ought to, just for a moment, and Noah's smiling as Jamie pulls back.
Quicker this time, he says, "I'd see if you needed a hand." A dull ghostly flush darkens his smudgy cheek as he lifts his free hand and wiggles his fingers at Jamie.
Though, in all honesty, he might watch a while first. If Jamie was... distracted enough not to notice him right away.
It's also a fair assumption from Jamie, since Noah doesn't really go in for accessories. He has some cheap plastic toys from last year's spring carnival shoved in a drawer along with the blindfold and handcuffs Dorian mailed him by mistake and he's never used any of them. And he's seen plenty of weirder stuff in advertisements and window displays, but that doesn't exactly count. Not when he doesn't know what half of it is even used for.
"There's a box under the bed, right where your feet are. Grab it for me, darling."
Jamie rolls away and sits up, leaving some space between them on the bed. As soon as the box appears, he reaches to flip the lid off. And my, the box is full of toys. Cocks of every shape and size and color, most of the decidedly not quite human-looking.
Some of them vibrate, some of the have come tubes, and all of them have been used at some point or another.
Noah obligingly turns over and leans halfway off the bed, pawing around underneath until his fingers touch the corner of the box. He hauls it up and plunks it into the space Jamie's made for it and then settles on his knees, leaning forward to check out the contents.
Blinking at the array of colorful insertables, he says, "...Huh."
The shapes are interesting, a lot of unexpected... bulges and ridges. One of them, from a certain angle, looks like the insides of a lava lamp gone rogue. Noah's trying to picture using any of them and he can't help it, he laughs.
That just makes him laugh harder, shoulders quaking.
"No way!" Noah leans away from the wobbling wonky-shaped dick at first and then kinda flicks it with his index finger and snickers more. "The end is like a... sideways pine cone!"
He grabs another at random from the box to slap against it in a mock duel.
"A sexy sideways pinecone," he purrs as he pokes Noah again. Jamie laughs and swats at whatever Noah brandishes back at him. "You're lucky I like my toys durable!"
He grins and launches himself closer to crash into a smiling kiss.
"Mmm, that one's one of my favorites," he coos right before he flicks his tongue over Noah's lips. "Good taste."
Most of these toys aren't particularly sexy in Noah's opinion—at least not looking at them on their own. Maybe he would feel differently if he saw them in action.
On that note, a prickle of arousal accompanies the reminder that the toy he's holding has been inside Jamie. He shifts his grip on it, subtly feeling out the texture, and steals another kiss.
"Mm." He squirms a little, suddenly shivery. Just because he knows exactly what Jamie's up to here doesn't mean it isn't working. The teasing touches are turning him on and now the images crossing his mind aren't quite so funny.
"Well," Noah says, striving to sound light, joking. "If that's what you're into."
But it's not very convincing. He pushes the toy into Jamie's hands and, at first, it might seem like he's trying to get rid of it, but then he says, "Do you... want to show me?"
He grins when Noah foists the toy at him and follows up with that sweet question. Jamie gets another kiss and gently bites Noah's bottom lip. "Sure thing, beautiful."
Jamie lets himself fall back and scoots up the bed so that Noah has a decent view. He hikes his skirt up around his waist and tosses his panties at Noah once he gets them off. Then he pauses and a little grin flickers across his face.
"Do you mind if I change?"
He's changed with Noah before, but he doesn't like to just surprise people that are used to seeing him one way or the other.
While Jamie makes himself comfortable, Noah does the same, settling in to watch. Mostly this means pushing the box farther out of the way and fussing with the blankets. He catches the panties when they come flying at him and drops them next to him with a laugh.
"Oh-" He shrugs at the question. "Um, that's fine, however you like it."
He definitely associates Jamie with a particular set of parts, but it's not like he's biased one way or the other overall. And Jamie is the one sticking the toy somewhere, so it's up to him where it goes.
Jamie grins and pulls his skirt down. No need to cause any cognitive dissonance with a little magic trick. He hikes it up again and leaves it around his waist as he lays back, making sure Noah has a good view.
He leans to grab his lube and strokes it over the toy even though he's already slick with wanting. Jamie lolls his head so he can keep his gaze on Noah as he teases himself with just the head. His mouth falls open in a little gasp when he pushes it deeper.
Even without seeing the exact moment the change takes place, it's still somewhat strange to Noah. Maybe because this is only the second time, he isn't used to it. But the glimmer of wetness he spies when Jamie spreads his legs wider makes his stomach dip pleasantly with excitement nonetheless.
He's on his knees with his hands resting on the mattress in front of him and he leans in slightly, watching the tip of the toy as it's swallowed up. His eyes flick over to Jamie's face as he speaks, then back down.
"Yeah?" When he ran his fingers over the toy before, it had certainly been noticeable. "It looks like it would be... bumpy."
"Yeah, but it feels really good inside," he says with a sigh as he gets it a little deeper. Jamie can't help the way he squirms when it feels right. "They make condoms with ribs and bumps, right? Same idea."
He bites his lip when he starts fucking himself, nice and slow for Noah's benefit.
"C'mere, darling. I wanna feel you closer." He beckons with his free hand and his breath catches when the toy sinks deep.
"I think so?" Noah has never once used even the normal type of condom, but the phrase 'ribbed for her pleasure' floats up from some forgotten corner of his brain, so sure, that sounds like a thing.
He crawls forward until he's between Jamie's legs and rests a hand on his knee. Without consciously realizing he's doing it, he pushes on it lightly, creating a wider angle. His eyes are glued to the sight of the toy rocking in and out, glistening with a mixture of lube and juices, the way Jamie stretches around the thicker portion of it as he takes more in.
Jamie lays his head back now that Noah's closer and his leg moves easily under the gentle pressure, making more room between his thighs and certainly improving Noah's view. For a moment, he loses himself in how the toy feels and how much he likes being watched. With a soft hiccup of breath, he answers the question by pushing the toy deeper.
"I've--I've taken all of it before," he admits with a blush high on his cheeks. He bites his lip and looks up at Noah. "Want me to try?"
His mouth is hanging open ever so slightly and he closes it, swallows, and nods.
"Mmhmm. Yeah... I want to see."
Noah lets his fingers wander along Jamie's inner thigh, barely there and never close enough to interfere with the action, just an idle accompaniment.
Although his cock is stiff and pressing at the front of his wrinkled slacks, he doesn't touch himself except to adjust it through them. He's much more focused on what he's sensing from Jamie, those secondhand impressions of pleasure. Looking and knowing all the while that Jamie likes him looking is as exciting as the actual sight of him slowly stuffing himself.
He makes a little sound as he works the toy a little deeper every time he pushes it in.
"Noah," he sighs and lifts his hips; his breath catches and he opens his eyes again to look at Noah's face, to watch him watching. Jamie likes the feeling of Noah's hand pressed against his thigh, sliding higher while the other boy stares in rapt attention.
"You could--you could take its place. Or leave it in and fuck me somewhere else." He squirms a bit, jerks his hips when the toy slides just right. "Or do you just wanna watch, darling?"
Every one of those options is appealing in its own way. He has to think about what he wants most... Jamie looks so inviting and it would feel so good to sink into him, but then he'd miss some of the little details he's enjoying now.
"I want you to get yourself off," he says, slowly, deciding, "...but I'll help."
Noah leans over Jamie, reaching for the lube he'd set aside, and dips his head down for a quick kiss before he pulls back. He slicks his fingers and carefully slides his hand beneath Jamie's to begin teasing his ass. Circling motions and a bit of pressure, just the tip of one finger.
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(Who needs to text first? Certainly not this ghost.)
"You're not busy today, are you?"
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"Well, if I was entertaining, you'd know by now. What will you do if you ever show up when I have someone here?"
He gives Noah a sly grin and reaches to nudge him with his foot.
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Noah cuts himself off with a soft snort when Jamie pokes him with his foot and he rolls onto his back, propping his head on one folded arm. Seemingly staring up at the ceiling, he continues, "It would depend on who the someone is." He sneaks a sideways glance. "And how you're entertaining them."
Probably he wouldn't want to stick around, but who knows.
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"And what if I was entertaining myself, hm? What then?"
He has plenty of toys here to do that with, after all, and sometimes he does come to his cottage specifically for alone time.
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Quicker this time, he says, "I'd see if you needed a hand." A dull ghostly flush darkens his smudgy cheek as he lifts his free hand and wiggles his fingers at Jamie.
Though, in all honesty, he might watch a while first. If Jamie was... distracted enough not to notice him right away.
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Jamie grins and brushes his fingers along Noah's blushing cheek. He leans to kiss that, too, and lingers with his head near Noah's.
"I'm sure I have all kinds of things that would make you blush terribly, even after a year here."
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It's also a fair assumption from Jamie, since Noah doesn't really go in for accessories. He has some cheap plastic toys from last year's spring carnival shoved in a drawer along with the blindfold and handcuffs Dorian mailed him by mistake and he's never used any of them. And he's seen plenty of weirder stuff in advertisements and window displays, but that doesn't exactly count. Not when he doesn't know what half of it is even used for.
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Jamie rolls away and sits up, leaving some space between them on the bed. As soon as the box appears, he reaches to flip the lid off. And my, the box is full of toys. Cocks of every shape and size and color, most of the decidedly not quite human-looking.
Some of them vibrate, some of the have come tubes, and all of them have been used at some point or another.
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Blinking at the array of colorful insertables, he says, "...Huh."
The shapes are interesting, a lot of unexpected... bulges and ridges. One of them, from a certain angle, looks like the insides of a lava lamp gone rogue. Noah's trying to picture using any of them and he can't help it, he laughs.
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He laughs, though, practically giggles and takes one out of the box to brandish it at Noah.
"Don't knock it til you've tried it."
Poke poke.
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"No way!" Noah leans away from the wobbling wonky-shaped dick at first and then kinda flicks it with his index finger and snickers more. "The end is like a... sideways pine cone!"
He grabs another at random from the box to slap against it in a mock duel.
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He grins and launches himself closer to crash into a smiling kiss.
"Mmm, that one's one of my favorites," he coos right before he flicks his tongue over Noah's lips. "Good taste."
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On that note, a prickle of arousal accompanies the reminder that the toy he's holding has been inside Jamie. He shifts his grip on it, subtly feeling out the texture, and steals another kiss.
"What do you like about it?"
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"The size, first of all," he quips. "Not too much, but oh, it takes a little effort."
He grins and moves closer to Noah so he can nuzzle along his jaw. His teeth graze Noah's earlobe and his fingers drift over the toy he's holding.
"The shape is important, too. It's not hard to get the angle just right so that I'm seeing stars. And, honestly, the texture is just fun."
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"Well," Noah says, striving to sound light, joking. "If that's what you're into."
But it's not very convincing. He pushes the toy into Jamie's hands and, at first, it might seem like he's trying to get rid of it, but then he says, "Do you... want to show me?"
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Jamie lets himself fall back and scoots up the bed so that Noah has a decent view. He hikes his skirt up around his waist and tosses his panties at Noah once he gets them off. Then he pauses and a little grin flickers across his face.
"Do you mind if I change?"
He's changed with Noah before, but he doesn't like to just surprise people that are used to seeing him one way or the other.
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"Oh-" He shrugs at the question. "Um, that's fine, however you like it."
He definitely associates Jamie with a particular set of parts, but it's not like he's biased one way or the other overall. And Jamie is the one sticking the toy somewhere, so it's up to him where it goes.
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He leans to grab his lube and strokes it over the toy even though he's already slick with wanting. Jamie lolls his head so he can keep his gaze on Noah as he teases himself with just the head. His mouth falls open in a little gasp when he pushes it deeper.
"The texture is just--it's really good."
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He's on his knees with his hands resting on the mattress in front of him and he leans in slightly, watching the tip of the toy as it's swallowed up. His eyes flick over to Jamie's face as he speaks, then back down.
"Yeah?" When he ran his fingers over the toy before, it had certainly been noticeable. "It looks like it would be... bumpy."
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He bites his lip when he starts fucking himself, nice and slow for Noah's benefit.
"C'mere, darling. I wanna feel you closer." He beckons with his free hand and his breath catches when the toy sinks deep.
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He crawls forward until he's between Jamie's legs and rests a hand on his knee. Without consciously realizing he's doing it, he pushes on it lightly, creating a wider angle. His eyes are glued to the sight of the toy rocking in and out, glistening with a mixture of lube and juices, the way Jamie stretches around the thicker portion of it as he takes more in.
"...How much of it can you fit?"
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"I've--I've taken all of it before," he admits with a blush high on his cheeks. He bites his lip and looks up at Noah. "Want me to try?"
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"Mmhmm. Yeah... I want to see."
Noah lets his fingers wander along Jamie's inner thigh, barely there and never close enough to interfere with the action, just an idle accompaniment.
Although his cock is stiff and pressing at the front of his wrinkled slacks, he doesn't touch himself except to adjust it through them. He's much more focused on what he's sensing from Jamie, those secondhand impressions of pleasure. Looking and knowing all the while that Jamie likes him looking is as exciting as the actual sight of him slowly stuffing himself.
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"Noah," he sighs and lifts his hips; his breath catches and he opens his eyes again to look at Noah's face, to watch him watching. Jamie likes the feeling of Noah's hand pressed against his thigh, sliding higher while the other boy stares in rapt attention.
"You could--you could take its place. Or leave it in and fuck me somewhere else." He squirms a bit, jerks his hips when the toy slides just right. "Or do you just wanna watch, darling?"
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"I want you to get yourself off," he says, slowly, deciding, "...but I'll help."
Noah leans over Jamie, reaching for the lube he'd set aside, and dips his head down for a quick kiss before he pulls back. He slicks his fingers and carefully slides his hand beneath Jamie's to begin teasing his ass. Circling motions and a bit of pressure, just the tip of one finger.
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