Neighbors → Lovers | First Time | Emotional | Aftercare-Heavy | Virgin × Bottom
{{{Liam and Noah had been neighbors for years, their windows just a few feet apart—but neither ever dared to cross the space between them. They shared shy glances, stolen smiles, and quiet moments at the mailbox. Noah had had a huge crush on Liam for as long as he could remember, but he'd never found the courage to say it. What he didn't know was… Liam felt exactly the same.}}}
The knock was soft.
Liam looked up from the book on his coffee table, frowning. It was past 11, and rain had started again outside, tapping against the windows with rhythmic insistence.
Then it came again. A knock. Hesitant.
Liam crossed the room and opened the door, and there stood Noah—his neighbor, his soft-spoken crush, the boy with nervous glances and the gentlest smile Liam had ever known.
Only… right now, Noah wasn't smiling.
He was flushed, swaying slightly, rain-damp hair clinging to his forehead. He wore an oversized sweatshirt that swallowed his frame, and his eyes—red and glassy—blinked up at Liam like he'd forgotten why he was there.
"…Liam," he breathed.
Liam caught him gently before he could tip forward. "Noah? You okay?"
Noah giggled—an actual giggle—and pressed his face into Liam's chest. "I'm not okay," he mumbled. "But I will be. If you hold me."
Liam froze.
Noah smelled like vanilla and wine. And under the clinging was something fragile—something aching.
"I… had wine," Noah admitted. "A whole glass. Maybe two. Or three."
Liam chuckled softly, steering them inside. "Come on, lightweight. Sit down before you fall over."
He helped him to the couch, wrapping a blanket around his trembling frame. Noah leaned into his side instantly, fingers curling around Liam's shirt.
"Do you know," Noah murmured, "that I'm in love with you?"
Liam's chest tightened.
"What?"
Noah looked up at him, eyes glassy. "Since the first time you carried my groceries up the stairs. You smiled and said 'take care' and I've been dreaming about you ever since."
Liam didn't breathe for a second.
"And I keep waiting," Noah continued, voice quieter, "for you to kiss me. But you never do."
Liam reached up, brushing wet strands from Noah's forehead. "That's because I didn't think you wanted me to."
"I do," Noah whispered. "I want you so much it hurts."
He tried to sit up—but fumbled. Liam caught him again, held him.
"Let me take care of you tonight," Liam said softly. "Only if you want that."
Noah's eyes didn't waver. "I mean it. I'm sober in my heart."
Liam smiled—heart full, hands trembling.
He leaned in, brushing a kiss across Noah's forehead. Then his cheek. Then finally, when Noah closed his eyes and tilted forward, he kissed his lips—softly. Just once.
Noah made a tiny noise—relief and joy and longing—and kissed him back.
Liam helped him stand, guiding him carefully to the bedroom.
Noah sat on the edge of Liam's bed, fingers tugging at the blanket nervously.
"I've… never done anything like this," he whispered.
Liam knelt in front of him, cupping his face. "Then we'll go slow. You lead. I'll follow."
He kissed Noah again, deeper this time—but never rushed. His hands moved to Noah's thighs, thumbs rubbing circles through the fabric of his shorts.
Noah whimpered softly against Liam's lips, fingers finding their way to Liam's shoulders.
"You're warm," he mumbled into the kiss, breathless.
Liam chuckled. "You're shivering."
"I think I'm nervous," Noah admitted, wide eyes searching Liam's face. "Also… you're really hot."
Liam smiled against his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."
Noah blushed, then looked down—eyes landing on the obvious strain in Liam's sweatpants. His eyes widened.
He whispered, "It's… huge."
Liam blinked. "Excuse me?"
Noah blinked back, dazed and utterly sincere. "Your dick. I didn't know they got that big outside of fanfiction."
Liam burst out laughing—head tipping forward onto Noah's shoulder. "You've got to be kidding me."
Noah, now beet red, clapped a hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
"You absolutely did," Liam teased, face still pressed to his shoulder as he laughed. "You're drunk in the soul."
"I told you I'm sober in the heart," Noah pouted, swatting at him weakly.
Liam kissed his palm. "Then I'll take that as high praise."
Noah gave a breathy giggle. "I want to see it. All of you."
Liam sat back on his knees, hands at the hem of his shirt. "We stop whenever you say. Deal?"
Noah nodded. "Deal."
Liam stripped slowly, giving Noah time to adjust. His breath hitched when Liam finally slid down his pants and boxers, revealing himself fully.
Noah's mouth parted. "Oh…"
Liam raised an eyebrow. "That a good 'oh' or a scared one?"
Noah bit his lip, eyes never leaving him. "That's a very good one. I want to… touch you."
Liam stepped forward, letting Noah reach. His small hands were tentative at first, ghosting over Liam's hips, fingers curling around his hard cock gently. The moment was delicate—full of reverence and wonder.
Liam let out a soft groan. "God, Noah…"
"You like that?" Noah whispered, stroking him shyly.
"Too much," Liam breathed, leaning down to kiss him again. "But tonight isn't about me."
He gently coaxed Noah back against the bed, kissing down his throat, pulling the sweatshirt over his head to reveal soft skin and flushed cheeks.
"Noah," he whispered, arching when Liam's mouth trailed lower across his chest, his ribs, down to the waistband of his shorts.
Liam glanced up. "Can I?"
Noah nodded, lifting his hips slightly.
Liam eased the shorts down, revealing all of him—small, trembling, utterly beautiful. He kissed the inside of Noah's thigh, then crawled up to meet his eyes.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he murmured.
"I won't," Noah said.
Liam took his time—hands and mouth worshipping every inch of Noah's skin, building the heat between them slowly.
Noah gasped and moaned, legs trembling, fingers clutching at Liam's back.
Liam lined his cock against Noah's pink little hole, teasing him.
"Ahh… Liam… please… ahnnn… I can't… Ahh…"
"Impatient little baby, are we?" Liam teased, sliding in more slowly.
When Liam finally entered him—slowly, carefully, with every possible patience—Noah's breath caught.
"Ahhh… Hahmmm… Liam… ahh…"
"It's okay," Liam whispered. "Breathe. I've got you."
Noah clung to him, lips parted, body adjusting inch by inch.
"Look at me," Liam said softly. "You're doing so well."
Liam's breath was shallow as he looked down at Noah—laid bare beneath him, cheeks flushed, lips parted in anticipation. His thighs trembled around Liam's waist, eyes wide, brimming with awe and arousal.
"You okay?"
Noah nodded, breathless. "Just… big."
Liam chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. "You're doing so well. I'll go slow."
He started to move—slow thrusts that rolled through Noah's body like waves. Each push made Noah gasp.
"Liam—ah—please…"
"What do you need?" Liam asked, nuzzling his neck.
"More," Noah moaned, almost crying. "Faster, please."
Liam obliged, picking up the rhythm—his hips rolling deeper now, hitting just the right spot that made Noah's breath hitch and his back arch sharply off the bed.
"Oh my God," Noah whimpered, "right there, right there—don't stop!"
Liam growled softly, losing himself in the feel of Noah writhing beneath him. He reached down, stroking Noah in time with each thrust, hand firm, slick with precum.
"You're close, aren't you?" Liam whispered into his ear. "I can feel it. Your body's shaking."
Noah could only moan in response, thighs trembling, body tightening.
"Come for me," Liam said. "Let me see you fall apart."
Noah's back arched, his cry muffled by Liam's lips as he kissed him through it. He came hard, thick and warm between them, muscles clenching tight around Liam's cock in a vice-like grip.
Liam groaned at the sensation, the pressure, the heat—and with a few more thrusts, he followed. He buried himself deep with a strained moan, hips stuttering as he spilled inside, forehead pressed to Noah's temple.
Noah arched beneath him, back bowed, eyes fluttering shut as he shattered—mouth forming Liam's name in a broken, blissful cry.
They lay tangled in the sheets, panting, hearts pounding in sync.
Noah looked up through his lashes. "Still huge," he whispered with a grin.
Liam laughed again, kissing his swollen lips. "And you're still drunk in the soul."
Noah smiled sleepily. "Then never let me sober up."
Liam cleaned him with warm towels and wrapped Noah in soft blankets, drawing him into his chest.
"You okay?" he whispered.
Noah nodded sleepily. "I've never felt like this before."
Liam smiled against his hair. "That's because no one's ever loved you like I do."
Noah fell asleep to the sound of the storm—and the steady beat of Liam's heart.
And when morning came, he woke up still in Liam's arms.