When Oscar pulled into the otherwise empty driveway of Noah's house, Noah was sitting quietly with a water bottle pressed above his now swollen eye socket.

Oscar got out and ran to the other side of the car to open the door for Noah. He grabbed his hand and steadied him, helping him walk across the lawn. He pauses suddenly, "Shit - are your parents home?" he asks.

"I don't think so," said Noah.

Once they were inside he closed the door behind them and grasped Noah's shoulder to guide him up the stairs.

Noah sat down on the edge of his bed and kicked off his shoes. "Hey I'm gonna get something to clean that blood off," said Oscar, walking toward the bathroom. "Ight," Noah said, and started to crawl his way under the covers.

When Oscar pulled the bathroom door shut behind him he hung his head and put his hands on the edges of the cold, porcelain sink and turned on the faucet. The sound of the water hitting the basin distracted him from his still-pounding heart.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the mirror into his own eyes, "He's fine. Don't worry. Noah is fine." After a few more seconds Oscar grabbed a washcloth from one of the nearby cabinets and ran it under the warm water.

He walked back into the bedroom and saw Noah leaned back in his bed shirtless, with his eyes closed. Oscar sat next to him on the bed and smiled, "You sure know how to take a hit."

Noah cracked his eyes open and let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, you should see the other guy."

Oscar moved the washcloth to the dried blood on Noah's lip and started to wash it away, "Yeah I did. Damen fucked him up."

Noah looked up and said, "Yeah, he really saved my ass..."

Oscar gripped his arm lightly and laughed, "Hey, I'm not saying you should make a habit of getting into fights but it was kinda hot when you stood up to that guy."

"Yeah, you think so? Come here," Noah said, moving away the hand Oscar was using to clean the blood off his face. Noah's head tilted and he leaned forward, capturing Oscar in a kiss.

Noah reached out and grasped the hem of Oscar's shirt, sliding it up his torso. The pain in his side stopped him from taking it all the way off, but Oscar helped him the rest of the way.

Oscar ran his hand down Noah's bare side but stopped when he saw the purple contusion that was forming where he had been hit. His eyes widened and he squeaked, "Holy shit, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah Os, I'm fine. I promise," said Noah, putting his hand over Oscar's.

They delved back into their kiss as Oscar inched closer to his boyfriend. Their lips parted and Oscar sucked on Noah's bottom lip, letting out a quiet laugh. Noah tossed his head back and breathed in sharply.

Oscar continued kissing down Noah's neck and to his collarbone. At the same time Oscar was rubbing his other hand up Noah's inner thigh. Noah's hand found its way to the back of Oscar's head and gripped his hair, gently tugging it.

He started guiding Oscar's head lower, but Oscar looked up at him and asked, "Are your parents coming back soon?"

Noah, head leaned back with his eyes closed tightly and mouth slightly agape, shook his head and breathed, "Not for a few hours at least."

The boys paused, grinning at each other. "So, you wanna..." Oscar asked.

"Yes!" Noah said eagerly, "Uh I mean, yeah, yeah..." he chuckled, composing himself.

Oscar fumbled trying to unzip his own jeans and then Noah's, sliding them both off and throwing them on the floor. Now in only their boxers, Oscar's hand rested between Noah's legs, palming his growing length.

"Someone's impatient..." Noah laughed.

Oscar brought his face back up to Noah's and said "Me? You should see yourself!" before extinguishing their giggles with a passionate kiss.

Oscar snaked his hand toward the other boy's waistband before Noah paused, saying, "Hold on a second, I just wanna look at you."

"Look at what?" Oscar questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Running his hand down Oscar's chest and to his midsection, Noah said, "Just you. You have no idea how hot you are, do you?"

"Oh please," Oscar rolled his eyes, "You don't have to sweet talk me when my hand is already half-way down your pants, you know."

"No, I'm serious," Noah said, pulling him down for another kiss.

"I like looking at you even when your hand isn't down my pants," laughing to himself.

Oscar couldn't help but laugh too, before saying "Oh shut up," and capturing Noah's tongue and lips in a kiss that was even deeper than the last.

Noah placed his hands on the other boy's hips to bring them closer together, causing Oscar to let out a quiet moan.

"Fuck."

Noah pulled away and said, "Wait, before I forget..."

He moved Oscar to the side and lifted himself off the bed, shuffling across the carpet to his desk on the other side of the room. After rummaging through the drawers he returned with a condom in one hand and a small bottle of lube in the other.

He laid back again and Oscar picked up where he had left off, but slipped his hand below the waistband of his boxers and onto his bare skin. He began stroking Noah, slowly increasing his speed with every moan.

Oscar paused and Noah took his boxers the rest of the way off, completely exposing himself. Oscar lowered his head and took Noah in his mouth, bobbing up and down rhythmically, and allowing his tongue to swirl around the head.

Not long after, Noah inhaled familiarly, and not wanting him to finish yet, Oscar stopped what he was doing and took off his own boxers.

He straddled Noah as gently as he could and stood on his knees, inching closer to Noah's mouth. Noah then provided the same service to Oscar that he had just received. Oscar's entire body relaxed and his head fell back as Noah let out a muffled groan.

Noah's hand continued pumping the other boy as he took his mouth off of Oscar with a satisfying pop.

Oscar laid back onto the mattress and was once again met with his boyfriend's erection. Oscar began, "So, uhh..."

Before he could finish Noah's hand met with his hip; he prepared to roll over onto him, but a sharp pain ran down his side and Noah froze.

An apologetic grin spread across his face and he said, "Uh, Os I think you gotta be on top, I'm kinda broken right now...if you don't mind..."

"Oh, yeah... ha ha, forgot about that..."

"... I know that's kind of a lot for your first time. If you don't want to I get it..." Noah continued.

Oscar placed a hand on the nape of the blonde boy's neck and said, "Hey, don't worry about me. As long as it's with you it's going to be amazing."

"Okay, as long as you're sure?" Noah asked again.

"100%" Oscar beamed.

He leaned forward to watch Noah roll on the condom, applying a liberal amount of lube. Oscar hovered above him and slowly began to lower himself. For his own sake and Noah's he went slow, only moving a few centimeters at a time, whimpering softly as he moved.

Oscar had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. Noah reached up a hand and brushed Oscar's hair away from his face, "Open your eyes baby, I want you to see this."

Oscar obeyed, hesitantly. In the heat of the moment he had felt so bold but now his head was spinning. And Noah could tell.

"Os, are you okay? We can stop whenever you want."

"No, I'm fine, just, um, kiss me? Please?" The brunette asked, sheepishly.

Noah smiled and said, "You never have to ask for that baby, come here," placing a warm hand on Oscar's back and guiding him down until their lips met.

The movement made sparks shoot through the couple, making both boys moan into the other one.

Noah had kept still but once an inch or so of him had entered Oscar he was getting desperate. He let out a deep breath and said, "Os, can I move now? God, you feel so fucking good."

"I'm taking care of you, remember? Let me," Oscar said.

He sank down until Noah was completely inside him. Oscar paused for a second, and started grinding his hips while lifting himself up and back down.

He leaned down to kiss Noah again but noticed a slight grimace of pain on the other boy's face.

"Are you sure you're good? Does your side hurt too much?" he asked.

"No I'm good, just uh, just go a little slower," said Noah.

Eventually his grunts turned to those of pleasure rather than pain, and he finished with Oscar's name on his tongue, Oscar following close behind.

Oscar was laid across Noah's chest watching the TV mounted to the wall across the room that was playing a nature documentary about the ring-tailed lemur - native only to the island of Madagascar.

Noah ran his hand through Oscar's hair and curled it around his fingers, like he loved to do.

The peaceful sounds of nature had nearly lulled them to sleep when Oscar said, "I love you too, Noah."

"Really?" Noah mumbled.

"Really." Oscar said, moving his head to look up at Noah. He leaned to peck the other boy on the lips before nuzzling his face into the crook of Noah's neck.

The scraping metal sound of a garage door opening pulled them out of their haze and Noah exclaimed, "Ah shit, my parents!"

Oscar shot up from the bed and picked his clothes up from the floor, quickly pulling them on while Noah put on his own pants. Oscar then helped him pull his shirt down over his still aching ribs.

They got back onto the bed but now slightly farther apart and much more clothed.

Minutes later Noah's bedroom door opened and the room was flooded with light from the hallway. Noah's mom walked in and immediately noticed the incapacitated state that her son was in.

"Oh my god sweetie, what happened to you?" She looked at Oscar, "What happened to him?" Noah began, "Mom, I am fine. I just got into it with some dude at the cages it's no big deal."

"No big deal?! Your face is all cut up! Let me get you some antibiotic for that, I'll be right back, okay?" and rushed out the room.

Noah looked at Oscar and said, "Wow, I think she might be even more worried than you."

Oscar planted a quick kiss on the top of his head while ruffling his hair and laughed, "Shut up."