Noah's Starship

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 12]-+-

~By Emri~

I watched Navid's new car pull up into the driveway and disappear into the garage below our townhouse. My heart pounded as I paced around the living room looking for a speck of dirt, a misplaced item. I'd worked all day on making sure our place looked perfect. I was so worried about messing this up. His parents were everything to him and this was the first time they were visiting him here in California. They came to see him graduate and I had no idea how they would react to me in person.

I cracked open the front door and heard them open the trunk amid a flurry of happy conversation in Persian. I wondered if I should go down there and help or wait here at the door and smile. Should I have bottles of water waiting? Maybe I should have put on music.

I definitely should have worn a nicer shirt. I had on a new pair of red shorts and a small white polo shirt. It's what Navid picked out this morning when I begged him to choose something acceptable for meeting his parents. He'd left early to get to the airport and wait on their flight.

I started to close the door so I could dash upstairs and change, but then I realized that in my pensive state they'd finished gathering items from the car and were headed up! I panicked and left the door ajar as I fled upstairs to the guest bedroom. We would be sleeping in there while his parents took the big room.

The guest bedroom was supposed to be my room since as far as they knew Navid was just giving me a place to stay and taking care of a wayward white boy. Navid and I had spent time decorating it to make it look like I slept in there and moving my clothes and things over to it. He let me pick out some posters for the walls and we gathered pictures of me with other friends and family for a big collage frame. We even got a new blanket and sheets for the bed with a stars and planets theme. I pointed out that I was too old for the look, but he liked them.

We had made a pretty convincing space and it felt like a knife to the chest to separate my life and items from his. I fought hard not to cry when I saw my drawers empty out from "his" room. When he had to dig through the underwear drawer to separate mine and his into two piles, he felt it too. I caught the stunned look in his eyes, but when he saw me watching he made a brave attempt at a smile. I realized this was hurting him too, so I trudged on without complaint.

He'd hidden all of the pictures he had of us in compromising positions including the big canvas print of him holding me in front of the marina that hung over our bed. Our relationship had been scrubbed clean so his parents would feel comfortable here. Navid had brought in the last piece this morning before he'd left, our toothbrushes would stay together, but in the guest bathroom.

Just as I heard their happy voices approach the front door, I made it into the guest bedroom. The voices stopped suddenly, and then they continued in a tone of alarm.

"Noah!" I heard Navid yell. "Noah! What the hell?" He sounded pissed off and I heard a thud as he pushed through the front door. I heard him toss the bags on the living room floor and then heavy footsteps as he ran up the stairs.

"Noah!" His panic widened, but I was still frozen in fear behind the guest bedroom door.

"Noah! Fuck!" I heard his voice inches from me and then saw his head pop into the guest bedroom. He didn't see me at first, his face was red and his eyes full of terror.

"Hi," I whispered and Navid jumped back.

He stared into me as his chest heaved with breath. We looked at each other for a moment and then he turned back towards the hallway and called down something to his parents in his language.

"Noah, what the fuck?" He whispered to me and came into the guest bedroom. He closed the door and pushed me against the wall to slide his arms around me and kiss me.

"You scare the fuck out of me. What is wrong with you? I come home and see front door open and no one answer me! I so panic for you! This is not time for game, Noah!" He was calming from the panic of me being in danger but awaking to the anger of me causing his panic.

"I'm sorry! I was waiting by the door and I freaked out and thought maybe I should change my shirt and what if they don't like me or what if they look at me and decide I am not right for you," I unleashed a rapid fire of confusing explanation.

Navid's anger melted into a sad look of understanding.

"I'm know, my love. This make so difficult for you. But they will love you as I love you! You are perfect in all ways. They see this soon, but first they need meet you!!" Navid pulled my arm and led me out of the room. He paused at the top of the staircase and turned to me again.

"You will be ok. I am here," Navid said and pushed back my hair. He gave me one last soft kiss, careful to not make a smacking noise.

I nodded and followed him down the stairs. His father was sitting on the couch, but rose when he saw us come down. His face lit up with a warm smile as he watched me slink in nervously behind his son. He said something to Navid in his language as he looked at me. I recognized him from the video chat I'd seen when Navid was visiting with them in Italy over Christmas break. He was even more handsome in person. I hoped Navid would grow to look like him at that age.

"Noah had stomach problem. He does not feel good before. He needed to run to restroom, but all is ok now... right, Noah?" Navid turned and clapped his hand to my shoulder. I nodded and looked down at his father's shoes.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon, Noah," Navid's father said in a light British tone. It was interesting to hear him speak with better English than his son. I remembered Navid telling me that he had studied in England for many years.

"Thank you, Mr. Naseri. I'm better now," I said in a soft voice. I looked up at him timidly as I rubbed my stomach to corroborate Navid's story. He was lighter than Navid, but with those same oversized brown eyes and impossibly long lashes his son had. I knew the power those eyes held, they made people do whatever he wanted.

He focused on me with a warm smile that said he sensed I was nervous and on edge. He came towards me and offered a hug to allay my fears. He slid his arms around my waist and lifted me up an inch off the ground as he hugged me against his chest. He had his son's strength, but his stomach was more filled out than Navid's shredded, gym-worked frame.

"He's so thin. Your mother will stuff him with food the moment she sees him," his father joked and rubbed my hair.

"He does not eat! Doctor tell him same thing! I try and try. Maybe she help him," Navid joked back.

"He is still just a boy. He will grow when it is time," his father said and pushed back my bangs.

Navid said something in Persian and they both laughed as they eyed me appraisingly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Naseri," I said and bowed my head slightly.

"You as well. I hope my son is providing a good home for you. If he isn't treating you well, let me know... I have other sons! You look like a very nice boy," he said and smiled like he meant it. I heard the water running in the downstairs bathroom and knew his mother would be out soon. I felt a nervous wave wash over me again and I looked to Navid with concern.

"She's coming out!" I whispered to Navid with panic as I smoothed my shirt.

"Don't worry, Noah," his father spoke first and put his hand on my shoulder for support. "She left her knives at home. The most she will do is try to feed you to death." He laughed and pulled me into his side to let me know, to let her know that I was already approved. He was a little taller than Navid and his hold on me was more fatherly, more sure of himself.

I let the warmth of his body and his personality put me at ease. He gave me a tight side hug as the door from the bathroom opened. His mother was shorter than I thought she'd be. She was about my height and looked thinner than she had when I saw her in the video chat. She looked like she could be one of those rich Persian ladies who drove their Mercedes up and down Ventura Boulevard. She had big hair, big jewelry, a simple black dress, and a lot of makeup.

"No-AH!" She said my name like the second syllable surprised her. It was the only thing she said that I understood since her language was not mine. She rattled through some Persian expressions as her arms went out to embrace me. She knocked her husband's hand off of my shoulder and pulled me into her perfumed aura.

I'd never had much female attention so I didn't really know what to do as she squeezed the life out of me. She pulled back with a smile that mirrored my own and exclaimed some things in Persian as she pet my cheek and combed her fingers through my light hair.

"She says you are perfect American boy," Navid began to translate as his mother praised me. "With the light hair and skin just like a boy from movies... But you are so thin... I must not do too good a job to feed you... I starve to keep you prisoner here... she is jokes of course!"

"Tell her thank you. She's beautiful!" I said with sincerity. As she backed away, Mr. Naseri squeezed my shoulder again.

"I told you, she is harmless," he said to me with a wink.

"We should go soon!" Navid said suddenly as he thumbed through his phone. We were taking them to an "American" restaurant. I wasn't sure what that meant. It was a semi-upscale chain place in Warner Center that had locations across the country and served regular food. Navid said his parents had requested it since they ate at one in Dubai a few years before.

He said something to his mother in Persian and she pulled a scarf out of her purse that was speckled with red, white, and blue stars and stripes. It was tasteful, but very American. She held it up for me to see and smiled proudly.

"Ahhh-meh-dee-kuh! Joo-Ess-Ay!" She laughed and adjusted it around her neck. She was very happy to be here.

Navid's new car was a loaner. Karim had given it to him for half the cost of the lease since Navid was driving around LA doing his business. It was a black luxury car with white leather seats and the latest equipment. Navid's older sports car, his pride and joy, was parked in Karim's garage and wouldn't be seen while his parents were in town. He wanted to show them he was making something of himself, getting established with success here. He didn't want to go home.

I sat with his mom in the backseat while Navid drove and pointed out interesting places along Ventura Blvd. They all spoke in Persian while I just sat behind him and occasionally caught his stare in the rearview mirror. I offered a happy smile every time his eyes found mine. I was ok.

The restaurant was just starting to get busy, but we only waited a moment while they got a nice corner booth for us. Navid sweet-talked the hostess and told her it was his parents' dream to come to the US and eat here. She giggled happily and batted her eyelashes as his ray of attention shone on her. The people behind us in line got those buzzing coasters and wandered outside while the hostess showed us to our booth. Persians hate to wait.

Navid and his father translated the menu for his mom, and then did the ordering when the waiter came. He ordered mozzarella sticks and some little chicken tacos to start with while he and his dad tried some fancy beer. His mom had a glass of wine and Navid ordered a lemonade for me. He ordered lots of meat and sides, heavy food, for the main course. Our table was soon filled with plates and we all shared things. His mother kept putting more of everything on my plate and pushing it towards me with an urging smile.

"See what I told you? She feeds everyone! Just eat what you want though. She didn't make this so she won't be offended," Navid's father told me.

I ate what I could, but I hate that feeling of food sitting in my stomach and we don't usually eat things that are this heavy. We never went to restaurants like this and even when we got pizza, I would just have a little and some salad to balance it.

I looked at Navid helplessly. I didn't want to upset anyone when things were going well and his parents seemed to like me. Navid bit his lip and looked at my plate nervously every now and then. I know he wanted to show them that he could take care of me, but he also didn't want to push me when I was in an already uncomfortable situation. When his mother wasn't looking, he would steal a forkful of something from my plate and eat it or put it on his.

It felt ridiculous, but I really needed them to like me. I needed their world to accept me. I needed Navid to see that I fit.

We made it through the meal and then Navid and his father argued over who would pay the check. His father had a large wad of bills and he kept trying to slide some of them towards Navid. They argued lightly in Persian until Navid agreed to let him leave a twenty for the tip. For a moment I thought of pulling out my own wallet and offering to pay, but I only had the debit card Navid gave me for emergencies or food on campus. I wasn't sure how much was on there.

After dinner, we went to a chain coffee place and got everyone drinks. That's a key to fitting-in in Los Angeles. You should always have a cup of coffee or a bottle of water in your hands. We love to hydrate. If you're really cool, you'll have a fancy $10 juice or something homemade in a fancy jar.

I got a hot lemon tea to sip and Navid took us on a night tour of the city lights. We drove up into the hills above Sherman Oaks and then down Mulholland which runs along the many summits of the Hollywood Hills towards the 101.

We stopped at a place on the right side of the road where you can see the whole LA basin with tall glimmering towers. We stopped at a place on the left side of the road where you can see the ordered grid of the San Fernando Valley along with the various movie studios of Burbank and Studio City. Navid had taken me up there many times and he loved to find out the names of the towers and what happened in them. He loved real estate and started pointing towards projects and buildings he was working on promoting or leasing to clients.

By the time we made it home, his parents were ready for bed. Navid changed into pajamas and then went into the room with them to talk. I went to the guest room and played around on my phone to give him some quality time with his family. He came in as I was yawning and settling into bed. He was so happy to have them here with us. He said he was so proud of me and hoped I wasn't too uncomfortable with them. We got ready for bed together and he held me while he told me the news from back home in Iran. I fell asleep listening to some story about a cousin who is unhappy with his wife.

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I always wake up first, and usually snuggle into Navid's arms and play quietly on my phone. I was just rousing though when I heard the doorknob turn slowly. I was on Navid's chest and didn't awaken to the fact that someone was coming in until I saw the door crack open and his father's head peak in. Navid was sound asleep and snoring heavily. He has a loud, rhythmic snore that my mind finds comforting for whatever reason.

The bed wasn't too far from the door since this was the smaller bedroom. In my daze, I just looked up at him as he took in the room. His eyes found mine and I realized what he was seeing. I started to push off of Navid, but he shook his head like he didn't want to wake up his son. He didn't seem at all surprised to find his son shirtless and holding a shirtless blonde boy against his chest.

A small smile crossed his lips as though he thought we looked sweet. I was stunned and didn't know how to react. I was sure my face looked full of fear. I didn't move.

"Go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you," his father said to me.

"I'm awake. I was just cold and he's so... warm," I tried to sound convincing as though our embrace was borne of necessity or was something I had done without Navid's knowledge or participation.

"We cannot figure out his coffee machine," his father responded, again ignoring my compromising state.

"Oh! I'll come down. Just let me put some clothes on," I whispered. Navid had one of those expensive machines where you put the little pod in and then it makes a fresh cup of whatever you want. He loved it and it was one of the few things he did in the kitchen.

"Don't rush! We will survive," he whispered and laughed. He was completely comfortable with what he saw. Was that just how Middle Eastern culture was? Guys were so comfortable with each other that they even slept in each other's arms? That couldn't be it. He closed the door and I gave Navid's furry chest a light scratch. I was amazed he had slept through all of this just snoring happily.

I went to wiggle out of his arms though and he stirred from his sleep. His body knew when I was on the move and it always woke him.

"Baby what problems?" he said in a foggy yawn.

"Nothing. I'm going to go help your parents with the coffee maker. I hear them moving around," I whispered and pet his chest soothingly.

"Ok, you very sweet my love. You help me so much," Navid praised. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips to await my morning kiss. I gave it to him and then got out of bed and found some clothes to pull on. He rolled over onto his stomach and hugged my pillow. His snoring returned within seconds.

I didn't tell him about his father coming in and finding us like that. I remembered how angry he was back when I told him I thought his father suspected we were together after the video chat over the Christmas break. For him, his parents finding out he loved a boy was the end of the world. He fought so hard for their approval. It was everything to him and I didn't know how far he'd crack if his armor was ever pierced. It wasn't like with my father who had figured me out early and worked hard to make sure I was ok with who I was.

I went downstairs to find them holding empty coffee cups and chatting happily. Navid had put out some of the local Persian language newspapers and magazines for them and his mother was thumbing through one. She smiled when she saw me and said something in her language. She held up her coffee cup hopefully as I came towards them.

I showed them how to turn on the machine and wait for it to heat up. I showed her the variety of specialty coffees Navid had ordered for them from the internet. She found one pod and held it up excitedly and said something. Navid's dad translated that it was a coffee she had loved in Italy. I'm sure Navid had remembered that and gotten it for her. I showed them how to put the pod in and then what buttons to press. Soon enough, she was inhaling the aroma with a big grin as it poured out into her cup.

I took out the box of Persian pastries Navid had bought at the bakery for them. I set it out alongside a bowl of fruit I had cut up. Lastly, I pulled out a plate of cheeses and jams for the pastries. Navid helped me pick out the things they would eat when we went to the store. Our part of LA has so many Persians and Armenians that even the mainstream grocers carry a selection of their preferred items.

His parents picked through the box with delight and I breathed a sigh of relief. I brought them plates and silverware while they chose what they wanted. As they tucked in, I stepped back like a waiter and tried to think of what else they may need.

"Noah, please," Mr. Naseri said. "Sit, eat. My lazy son won't be up for awhile. Tell us about your studies."

I felt my heart pounding again. Conversation was NOT my strong point with strange people from a foreign land. I got a plate for myself and sat across from them. I put some fruit on my plate and a small piece of bread with some almonds baked into it. I popped a grape into my mouth and prepared to be grilled by them.

I told them about my classes and indecision on a major. Mr. Naseri translated for his wife. She frowned at the idea of a writing degree. I told her my father frowned on it as well. That made her ask all kinds of questions about my dad, my mom, how I ended up so "troubled." I gave her some answers, but not the whole story. She seemed to understand that it was a sensitive topic when I just said my mom wasn't around.

"She missed out on a beautiful boy with a golden heart. It is good that your heart is not stained by her. I hope Navid is showing you the love you need. You are so dear to him. It is a bond men can form in our culture. It is the strongest, purest form of love the two can have. Even after marriage, the bond the two men can create is stronger than the one with his own wife," Mr. Naseri translated his wife's words.

His eyes studied me for reaction. I was certain her words had nothing to do with sex or a gay relationship. She certainly wouldn't hope that for her own son. But his eyes, the way he chose to translate it. He knew about us, knew what we were. I was almost certain.

I swallowed the slice of orange in my mouth as our eyes locked. What did he know? What was he trying to say? That Navid would get married? Leave me but still love me greater than his own wife? Why would he translate her words like this? Or had she even said that?

I blinked first. I looked away. He sipped his coffee and said the weather looked nice outside our kitchen window.

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I had class that day and final exams to study for. Navid just had a final project for his class and he had finished it early before his parents arrival. He had no more work to do. The three of them drove me to campus and I rushed off to my class while Navid showed them around the buildings where he had studied these last few years. As we parted ways, I knew Navid wanted a kiss but he couldn't do it. Usually, we kissed for a few long seconds before getting out of the car. It was as natural and automatic as putting on a seatbelt.

I met up with Erik at the juice bar and he helped me do some last minute cramming for the history final. He flicked through my note cards and made buzzing or dinging sounds when I got an answer wrong or right. He wasn't exactly encouraging, but I needed him. We finished my flash cards and I spilled the story on Navid's parents and everything that happened that morning with his father.

"Oh shit, Noah! What if they find out and kill him? What if they kill you first and make him watch? That would crush him, but what could he do to stop it? Or... What if they take you both back and sell you into some sort of twisted slave racket?" Erik spun wild and frightening ideas.

"You're twisted," I said and tried to laugh. "I honestly don't know what they'd do. I feel so bad for him. He doesn't know that they know. It would crush him."

"That sucks, Noah. I just don't want you getting hurt. But like... you didn't do this. You didn't make his family or the way that they are. You have to protect yourself first. You can't control any of that," Erik said.

He was right, but it still didn't make it feel better. We got back to studying and then I hurried off to take my final. It wasn't too bad. I think he made it easy for people who came to class all the time. He put a lot of questions about the little stupid stories he liked to share.

Navid was waiting for me outside when I finished. He'd sent his parents to the coffee place to wait while he stood outside my class. He pulled me into a restroom and asked me how I did. I told him it wasn't too bad and then we spent five minutes kissing and touching each other in a stall. He slid his hands inside my briefs and rubbed my ass while we made out. We were both so hard and rubbed against each other. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off, but he held back. He pushed me off of him and breathed deeply for a few minutes to calm his erection.

"You are so beautiful. Every time I see you I just want to take you in my arms and kiss every little piece of my Noah," Navid said. He put his hands to my cheek and rubbed it while he adored me with his eyes.

"When can we have time together?" I asked. "I need it."

"Tonight. When they go to bed we will have quiet time on the floor so the bed does not make the noises. I will keep my lips on yours to muffle your beautiful noises. Is such a shame. I love them," he said and smiled hopefully.

Navid took me home and then took his mother to the mall and then to the Persian market. She wanted to buy some things and then make us dinner. His father wanted to rest and watch TV. I had more studying to do for the next final exam. I headed up to the guest room as Navid showed his father how to work the television. I read over my notes for a solid hour until I had nothing more to read. It was science and Navid was going to help me later since that was his area.

I decided to get a snack so I headed downstairs. Navid's father was watching a soccer match and I asked him the score but got no reply. I got closer and saw that he was fast asleep, sprawled out on his back. He slept like Navid did when he fell asleep on the couch. Light snoring, mouth half open and one arm across his chest like he was midway through pledging allegiance when he got sleepy.

He had changed into a loose pair of shorts and a white tank top. It was one of Navid's and it was a little tight on his stomach. The shorts draped across an impressive bulge. Like Navid's, it was always in the way with nowhere to go. I stood there a little too long watching him. I felt like a pervert, but I couldn't stop. The game announcer blared "goooooooal" behind us on the tv and I turned to look for the remote to turn it down.

"Noah?" I heard Mr. Naseri ask. "Everything ok?" He yawned. I turned back and realized I was standing over him.

"Oh. uh just came down to get a snack. I was looking for the remote to turn down the TV so it wouldn't wake you," I half-lied.

"I'm used to sleeping through football matches. When you get to my age you can sleep through anything," he joked.

"You're not old!" I protested with a laugh that sounded flirtier than it should have.

"Come here, sit down," he said with a laugh and sat up to stretch his arms. I sat on the couch next to him and watched his back muscles flex while he reached up and out.

"Do you like football? Or soccer it's called here I guess. I'm sure Navid makes you watch it," he laughed. He leaned back against the couch and put his arm around me. He held his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it in support.

"I like going to his games. He hasn't played in awhile though," I said and remembered how Navid had took me to a game on our first date.

"He has changed a lot since he took you in. I worried about him coming to this land of so many temptations. I thought he would get into drugs and girls, bad friends and poor choices," Mr. Naseri lamented.

"Oh, no sir. He wouldn't do that," I assured.

"There are so many pitfalls in this society, so few rules. When he told us about taking you in, I worried more. We didn't know anything about you and he said you were troubled." Mr. Naseri squeezed my shoulder and looked at me with a supportive smile.

"I can see now that Navid likely exaggerated your wayward condition. But I've also seen him become more responsible as he cares for you. He's working hard on his future, his goals. He found a nice home and job. He's building a career and helping you through college. He cares about someone more than he cares for himself. It's what I've wanted for him, what I've prayed for," Mr. Naseri said.

"He's a really good guy. He made this career and all of these connections so fast. He works like crazy at it. I know he is going to be very successful." I assured him.

"It will make him a good father someday. He can take care of a family, and provide a loving home with everything his children will need," Mr. Naseri said. His arm was still around me and he held me in his aura. He had Navid's ability to completely capture someone in a warm ray of attention that made one feel like the most important person in the world. I felt safe in his arms.

"He will be a great father!" I said though Navid and I hadn't really ever talked about that. I imagined a house full of boys that looked like him. I imagined his messiness multiplied by four or five.

"And he has done well to protect you, provide a safe and quiet home for you to take care of. I can see how clean it is and I know he never lifts a finger to help. In Iran, men do not do housework," Mr. Naseri laughed.

"Yeah he can be a mess," I joked. "But he does so much for me. It's the least I can do for him."

But then Mr. Naseri added something that made me stop laughing.

"That's what I am proud of the most. He is learning his place as the head of a household. He earns money and protects his family. It will be good practice for when he has a nice Persian wife. I hope she does as good a job at making him happy as you have," he said and smiled as though this was a natural way to continue the happy conversation. He squeezed my arm in support.

But my heart sank.

My chest tightened.

I realized he was waiting for a response, some attempt at light humor. I just nodded like an idiot and tried to stretch out my eyes tightly and look up so I wouldn't drop a tear. I stood up, slipped out of his embrace, and went for the kitchen.

"Noah? Are you ok?" he asked, realizing the mood had changed drastically.

"Yeah... Yes sir... Just needed some water," I went for one of the water bottles we keep in the little pantry.

"Noah. Did I say something wrong? You seem upset." Mr. Naseri's voice rose from the living room. He was headed towards me.

"Uh no, just... I should get back to my studies. School comes first, as Navid always says," I lied and forced a little laugh. I tried to make a quick path to the stairs. He reached for me, but I darted past.

"Noah, I have five children. I have a father's instinct. I know when one is hurt. Please don't..." He said this as I headed up the stairs and cut him off by closing the door to the guest bedroom as I yelled out "Study study!"

I locked the door, though it was one of those locks that Navid could pop open in a few seconds. I don't know why I locked it, I just needed to feel that separation from the anxiety of his father. I got under the covers and hugged the pillow where Navid had slept to inhale the remnants of his scent. Maybe his wife would hug his pillow when he was away. Maybe she would miss his smell, his arms, his kisses. I'd never be her, never give him children, never be accepted as more than his best friend. Anxiety made me sleepy.

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Navid found me napping. I'd wasted my study time and I felt awful. He had unlocked the door and knew something was wrong.

"Why you lock door from my father? He say you are upset but doesn't understand for why," Navid looked at me with concern and frustration. He wanted us all to get along perfectly. I'd let him down.

I told him about the conversation with his dad.

"Of course he say that, Noah! To him that is compliment for you. You are such good boy and he sees this! He does not know how we are together. He think you are normal boy who like girls," Navid insisted as he pulled me into his lap.

"I am normal," I said and looked up at him with indignation.

"Yes of course you are. You are better than normal, you are perfect, you are mine," Navid kissed up my neck and hugged me tightly.

"I'm your practice," I insisted and sniffed back tears.

"You're my prize, the best I can ever hope for. My most special one my heart was meant to love. I promise you there is no step after you. You are my summit," Navid whispered as he bit and sucked my ear. I settled into his arms and felt safe again.

"I just felt like he knew about us and it was his way of saying to me that I was just your practice toy to play with until you get home and marry a Persian wife," I said.

"I hate that for this you get upset. You need remember how he see us in his head. He think we are two boys who care very much for each other, but someday have their own families. He does not intend to offend. It is how our culture work and he does not know the love I have for you is more than just strong brothers bond. The gay does not exist in my culture. It is not something he has connection for. You confuse him by becoming upset. He is very concern for you and worry he hurt your feelings. He never ever want to hurt you," Navid rocked me in his lap as he spoke softly.

"I don't want to mess this up for you. It's not my family. I don't want to expose you." I kissed his shoulder and looked up at him with my best apologetic eyes.

"You are sweet to worry about me when I am one who put you through this..." Navid trailed off and looked away from me. We sat there silently for a moment as he hugged and pet me.

"I really need to bounce on your cock," I whispered to break the tension.

Navid burst out in a loud laugh. He held me against his chest and rolled onto his back on the bed. He brought me chest to chest with him so he could stare up into my eyes.

"Fuck, Noah. You know I need it so bad too," he whispered back and kissed me as his hands rubbed down my back and inside my shorts. He squeezed my ass cheeks as he kissed up my jaw and then down my neck.

"My baby," he whispered. "My beautiful Noah. I do not deserve you, but no one else deserve you either so I find you first."

It didn't last long though. His father knocked on the door and said something in Persian. Navid called back and carefully slid me off of him before bolting towards the door.

"You're napping, go sleep," Navid whispered to me before opening the door. I hugged his pillow and curled up around it. I kept one eye cracked open just a little to see his father peek in and look at me. He came closer and looked at me with sadness and confusion. I realized that maybe he really didn't know about me, about me and Navid. Was that really not a thing in Iran? What did gay guys do there?

Navid said something to him and then put his hand against his chest and guided him out to the hall. He followed his father out and closed the door. I was left to "nap" for a bit. Navid was probably trying to smooth over whatever his father was thinking about me, about us.

His mother spent all afternoon in the kitchen and the beautiful smells of their food made it all the way up to the guest bedroom. I was studying for my final while Navid and his father watched some soccer match on tv. There were guests coming over tonight for the dinner. It was old family friends from Iran who had settled in California. Navid's parents hadn't seen them in years, and they lived close to us. I'd never met them, but Navid occasionally went to visit them out of respect for family ties. Sometimes he brought home interesting food for me to try.

The dinner was delicious and Navid's parents got to bond with their old friends. We ate what we could. I sat between Navid and his father. Navid kept sneaking bites off of my plate to relieve me of the food burden his mother was putting on me. His father noticed and he joined in, eating a few forkfuls of my lamb. It became a game between them.

His mother refilled my plate happily and squeezed my arm as if to check her progress for fattening me up. Navid and his father continued their game. They fought with their forks over the last piece of meat and then they burst into laughter. Navid relented and let his father have it, but we attracted the attention of both ladies.

Navid's mother scolded them in Persian. I didn't need to know the words to understand it. She looked between them and gave me sad eyes as if not eating everything would put me closer to death. They just laughed it off though. Navid's father pulled me into a tight side hug and said something back to her as his arms held me. He kissed the side of my forehead a few times as he argued with her playfully.

"I told her we are cheering you up from your anxiety over your studies," he told me. "Navid says you were not feeling well earlier because of your finals. I am glad I did not offend you. I was worried. You are a gentle boy, not like my sons."

"I'm ok now... Thank you," I laid my head against his shoulder and looked up at him with a grateful smile. He looked back down at me with those eyes Navid gives me sometimes. It's a mix of adoring protector and hungry lover. It couldn't have meant the same though for him. He certainly wouldn't have those thoughts here in front of everyone or for another male.

Navid and I were excused to study for my final as the four adults continued their reunion with drinks and dessert. Navid took our dessert upstairs and explained how desperately I needed to pass the exam. His father offered to come with us since he was indeed a rocket scientist. But Navid assured him he had been working with me the whole class and knew just what I needed to brush up on.

We left them and made it up to the room. Navid locked the door and turned on soft music to cover the happy noise of the old friends downstairs.

"I need you inside me," I whined as I flopped onto the bed. I got on all fours as he turned on the music.

"No! You have exam tomorrow. It is important. We must study," Navid mustered bravery against my tempting foreplay.

"Can we study naked?" I begged. Navid thought for a minute as he paced and looked for my study materials.

"Every five questions you get right, you can take something from my clothing. Every five you get wrong, I take something from you, ok?" He said.

"But I want to be naked with you," I corrected.

"Oh... yes. Ok every five right we take one thing off each other. Every question wrong, I give you spank on bottom," Navid laughed.

"But I like when you spank me," I insisted.

"Noah! We waste time! Study study!" He growled and pounced on me. He pulled me up and pinned me back against the bed on my back. He kissed down my jaw and nibbled on my neck as he ground his crotch between my legs. I felt his cock thicken up in his pants and I whimpered at his touch.

"Mitosis, explain to me what means and happens," he said as he slid his hands up my shirt and twisted my nipples.

"Oh I know this! Oh! Uhhhh yesss," I whined as his teeth sank into my earlobe. I tried my best to explain it in as much detail as possible until he finally said it was right.

We went on like this for four more questions until he slid my shirt off and went to work on my nipples. The next question was too hard and I wasn't even sure it was something we'd studied.

"I love these nipples. So sad to spank you now," he said when I fumbled too long. He gave the right one a last kiss and then sat up and pulled me over his lap.

"You know I do this for your own good," he said and pulled at my pants. He slid them down along with my briefs so my ass was exposed for him.

"The sweet little pussy must be trained for science. It is for your best," he said as he rubbed my cheeks firmly. He raised his hand and gave each cheek one hard swat. I jumped and whined, but my cock was rock hard against his thigh.

"You hurt me," I whined.

"Is for your best, my love," He said sternly and rubbed my bottom to soothe it. He slid his fingers between the cheeks and rubbed over my hole.

"Uhhh yeah, fuck." I squirmed as his touch ignited the need in me to receive him.

"Maybe I keep you here in case you miss next question... Explain polymerase chain reaction," he said and rubbed two fingers back and forth across my hole in preparation for my next swat.

"Uhhh... fuck the poly chains... just fuck me," I begged.

"No! Noah you must focus," he swatted the two fingers harshly against my hole. It was a very unpleasant pain and I started to whine and struggle with him.

"Ow! That hurt!" I protested. I struggled against his arms and he bent over me to kiss my neck as he rubbed my hole lightly.

"You are desperate for cock but you need study. Ok? I am boss here. I make sure you learn," He growled.

"Yes sir," I said. He lightened his grip and I got off his lap and pulled up my pants. He rubbed the spot where my pants were tented by my cock. He rarely did that.

"I want that you succeed, Noah. How about we study hard for one hour and then enjoy each other. Ok? Deal? Then we get back to study more after," Navid bargained and leaned up to kiss me. I nodded and he handed me my shirt.

"You like science better than you like me," I sulked as I slid on my shirt.

"I love you more than I love myself," Navid corrected. "Your future is more important than my needs. Is why I put your education ahead of my desire to breed your beautiful bottom." He pulled me onto his lap and balanced me on his bulge. He grabbed the science notes and we went through them together as he explained what was likely to be on my test.

He kissed me when I could explain something he taught me. He shook his head and tried to re-explain concepts I wasn't getting. He was so patient with me and held me against his chest as we worked through the chapters.

Our hour was ending when there was a knock at the bedroom door. He slid me off his lap and put the book over my erection. It was Navid's father. He came in to check on us and told Navid to go downstairs and say goodbye to the guests who were headed home. They didn't know me and didn't pay much attention to me so my courtesy was apparently not required. Navid bounded off to dispense with them and his father came in and sat next to me on the bed. He grabbed my notes and thumbed through them.

"Ahh I remember this class. It was so fascinating! I loved learning about this stuff. I wish I could take your final for you," he said. I stretched out in the middle of the bed and he backed up to rest beside me against the pillows as he looked excitedly through my textbook and notes.

"Can you? I have seven dollars in my wallet if you'll take it!" I asked excitedly and earned a laugh from him.

He started to ask me questions from my science notes and then would explain the answer to me using illustrations from the book. Navid came back up a few minutes later, but his father didn't leave. He was engrossed in the material and he was doing a good job of explaining things to me.

Navid laid down on my other side so I was between them as they discussed the biology notes. His father read one note that he didn't agree with and he and Navid started to argue back and forth about it in Persian. I looked back and forth between them as they made their points in the language I did not understand. I yawned but neither of them noticed. I turned towards Navid and hugged a pillow. I'd had enough science for the night.

"I think we wore him out," his father said and I felt his hand rub my back.

"He studies so hard for this. He knew nothing about this science when we start in January. He is very hard worker. Even though I am not patient teacher for him," Navid said.

"He sleeps so peacefully," his father noted, thinking I was asleep.

"He has few worries here... Just school and home. I keep things simple for him. He really wants that you and Maman have good visit to California," Navid responded.

"I can see how much he follows you and wants to learn from you. Your cousin Nila wanted to come here after nursing school. Maybe we could arrange something between her and Noah. He is old enough for marriage and she would earn enough to support them. You know she is too outspoken and progressive for a Persian man. She is beautiful but a steamroller." His father laughed.

"No! Noah is not ready for..." Navid started to say to his father, but then he switched over to Persian to explain himself. I wanted so badly to know what they were saying about me. It started to go back and forth and they were whispering to not wake me, but the conversation held a tone of deepening tension.

I had to break it up. They sounded upset. I pretended to wake up and I turned over on my back between them.

"I falled asleep?" I asked and tried to sound extra cute.

"Only a little, but I think you've studied enough for the night," his father said and looked down at me happily.

"His test is early tomorrow. He should be asleep by now," Navid agreed.

"I will leave you to sleep. Good night," his father said and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He leaned back up and then over me to kiss Navid on each cheek. He left us and Navid looked at me with a hint of sadness.

"Well you have no fear to worry about, Noah," he said softly.

"Why?" I asked.

"He definitely not suspect we are together," Navid said and rubbed my cheek thoughtfully. He put his thumb too close to my lips and I spread them to suck it in.

"I know. I heard he wants to marry me off," I mumbled around his thumb.

"Oh," Navid's cheeks brightened with embarrassment. "No don't worry for that. I will never put you in that place."

I nursed his thumb like it was his cock that I wanted so badly. He gave me a half smile but his eyes looked despondent. I yawned and it snapped him out of his pensive daze.

"It is time to sleep. You have your test early tomorrow. Then we will go for the surprise. I promise you tomorrow night we will have all the love time you need. Ok, my heart?" He asked and leaned down to kiss my lips as I nodded. We got ready for bed and snuggled in together skin to skin. He'd skipped the boxers and I enjoyed his soft cock flopped against my thigh as he hugged me to him. We drifted off in exhausted silence without our normal dark time chat.

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Navid's alarm woke us up early. For some reason the class, normally at 9 AM, had it's final exam at 8. He let me get by on a small bowl of oatmeal and strawberries and promised his mother he would return after taking me to school for her big breakfast spread. He drove me as close to my building as he could get and then kissed me and wished me luck.

I'd had two of the greatest scientific minds Iran had to offer tutoring me the night before and most of the questions on the exam made me chuckle a little as I remembered his father's little science stories or Navid's stumbling accent to explain the concepts. I did so well and felt so confident with it, but I definitely never wanted to take a science class again. I was one of the first to finish so I went back and reviewed each question to make sure I wasn't being overconfident. Navid always had me rethink my answers when he thought I rushed through our tutoring sessions.

I turned in my exam and dashed out of there to text him. Navid wrote that he was on his way and I should try to pee before he got there. I couldn't wait to tell him how well I did and how easy it was after all our studying. When he pulled up though, I noticed he wasn't alone. His parents were in the car along with some pillows and a small cooler.

"Surprise!" Navid yelled when I got in the backseat. "We are off to your relaxation and celebration!"

"Where are we going?" I demanded. He just shook his head though. He wouldn't tell me.

"Everything you need is packed in trunk. We will be there in two hours!" He said as he pulled away. We cruised east across the valley and then through the hills of Glendale. Navid pointed out the views to his parents as we passed. His mother opened the cooler and handed me a snack. She insisted I try it. It was some kind of pita wrap with meat in it and wasn't too bad. I didn't like eating in Navid's new car, but she insisted.

Two hours later we were in Palm Springs and pulling up in front of one of those big fancy resorts with a casino and restaurants. I saw a water slide peeking out behind a shiny tower. I hoped we'd have time to do that. I knew how much Navid likes gambling.

A valet came out and called over a guy with a cart to get our luggage. Navid and his father showed him which bags would go with which couple. His mother and I waited on a couch while he and his father checked us in. The place was beautiful. It was different from the one he'd taken me to with my father. It was much fancier and a concierge came over to give his mother and me bottles of water while we waited.

Navid and I went up in the elevator with his parents, but our rooms were a few doors apart. Navid said his father had wanted one suite together, but when Navid booked it he had specifically asked them to say they didn't have anything like that when we got there. He wanted us to have some desperately needed private time. We said goodbye at their door and set a time to meet up later for dinner.

"I feel bad that we just dumped them in their room like that," I said when Navid pushed open the door to our room. The bags had already been delivered there and there was a bucket full of ice on the bar near the TV and a covered tray from room service.

"Yes, so sad," Navid said with heavy sarcasm. "I make you feel better!" He set down the keycard and swept me off my feet. He carried me over to one of the beds (of course he had asked for two beds for us in front of his father.). He tossed me down and pounced on me as he kicked off his shoes.

"You stay put here," Navid said as he left me on the bed and jumped off. He went into the bathroom and I heard him turn on the water. He messed around in there for a few minutes before coming out naked and swinging his cock.

"Is almost ready!" He assured and went for the room service tray. He carried it back into the bathroom. I heard him banging around in there and wanted to spy, but I didn't want to ruin his surprise. I laid back and rubbed myself I was so hard and this had to be the longest we'd gone without sex. It had been two nights since we played.

"Hurry!" I yelled and Navid poked his head out with a look of surprise.

"I'm so horny," I explained. He shook his head with a smile and closed the bathroom door again. When he finally came out to get me, I had wiggled out of my clothes but resisted stroking my cock.

He came out and made an appreciative "Ooh yeah," as he nodded his head and swaggered towards me. He reached down and kissed me before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me off to the bathroom. They had a big tub and he had filled it with some kind of Persian bubble bath and flower petals. There was a candle burning on the counter and the lights were dimmed. There were plates of sliced fruits and a little bowl of melted chocolate to dip into. He leaned down over the bathtub and set me down.

There were strawberries and apples and banana slices around grapes and little cookies on a plate beside the tub. He got in the tub behind me and pulled me back against his chest. He reached for a small plate and filled it with fruit. I laid back against his heartbeat as he offered me some.

The bath smelled like roses and some weird Persian spices that weren't unpleasant. There was an oily effect to the water and the steam brought the scents to my nose.

"This is relaxing. I know it's only been two days, but I was so stressed out with finals and your parents. I hope they like me," I said as I reached for a grape.

"I know, my love. It is a lot to ask of you. They love you and see how much good you bring to my life. You can relax now. Your tests are over. We will go home and go to my graduation and have peaceful time with my parents. They really do love you," Navid insisted as he picked a piece of banana and dipped it into the chocolate.

"I love them. I really do. I was so worried about your dad being some hard muslim man and hating me or me doing something to offend them. But he treats me like I'm one of his sons," I noted. Navid slid his left hand down my stomach and rubbed it as he chewed. My cock was so hard and I felt his hard cock resting between my ass cheeks.

Navid kissed down my neck and rubbed my chest to calm me and show his approval. His other hand rubbed down between my legs. His finger pushed against my hole and made me squirm and whine for him. I turned my head to the side and looked up to see him studying me. He was hungry for this, almost as much as I was. I relaxed into his arms and let him open me.

"Fuck that feels so good," I whimpered and bit against his shoulder. My eyes rolled back in my head as my body got the drug it needed. He knew how to touch me in ways I'd never felt. He knew exactly where to put pressure, how deep and fast to go. It drove me into a frenzy.

"You feel amazing," he whispered as he chewed on my lip and slid his finger inside my tight canal.

"You make me that way," I said as I wiggled on his digit.

I started to bounce on his finger. He slid me to his left thigh as I worked him deeper inside me. He leaned forward and picked up a slice of apple with his teeth. He fed it to my open lips as I moaned from his touch.

I chewed on it as he began to work a second finger into me. I felt so tight. I thought by now I'd be used to him, to his fingers, his tongue, his cock. My body should have realized that this was what was coming every night, but it didn't.

"Is like every time I find it brand new," he laughed as he struggled to open me more.

"I'm sorry," I said, needing him inside me. My body ached for his connection, his seed, his dose of my life force.

"No, is amazing thing. It squeeze me so tight when I am in you. Is so amazing to feel," Navid assured. I gasped as he popped in the second finger. He quickly filled my open lips with his tongue. He rubbed my tummy with one hand and slid two fingers inside me with the other. He was ready to fuck and we both needed it soon. My own cock was thumping each time his fingers grazed over a sensitive spot inside me. It awakened little waves of tremors throughout me.

We made out while his fingers pried me open gently, expertly. I whimpered around his tongue each time he hit a new depth of awesome. We'd skipped over his tongue, but that was ok. The oily water provided enough lube and our bodies slipped around each other as I bounced on his fingers.

"So fucking beautiful," he said when he flipped me over so I was facing him and chest to chest. He held me against his chest and rubbed my back while his fingers continued their work on his favorite fucktoy.

"Not too bad yourself, sir," I laughed and bit his chin.

"What I do to deserve my princess? I am so proud to be yours," Navid said and leaned down so his lips found mine.

I started to push away from him. I was ready now and I wanted to straddle his lap. I sat up and reached behind me to stroke his cock. It was the hardest and thickest it ever got. He was at full excitement and ready to fuck. I stroked it a few times and watched his face screw up as he oohed and ahhed at my touch.

"Yessss," he hissed as I put the tip against my hole. I was surprised he wasn't stopping me. He liked to be the one in control of my fucking. He thought I would go too fast, take too much, hurt myself, hurt his favorite ass.

"Can I?" I asked, feeling a sudden need for permission to put his cock somewhere.

"Ok, I think you know how to do it right. But be kind to it. You only have one hole where it will fit. The two holes in your nose are too small for cock and your throat is not deep enough to take all of me," he laughed. He put his hands on my hips to be at the ready in case he thought I was going too fast.

"Uhhh," I groaned as I sank down and felt his fat tip pop inside my ring. I started to slide on it and Navid caught me and held me steady so I could adjust. He didn't want me going too fast, hurting myself. He wanted to make sure I would enjoy this, beg for more.

"You like this, baby? Ready to ride your cowboy?" he joked. He looked up at me and bit his lip nervously. This wasn't something he was comfortable with. He said it was supposed to be the easiest position for me to take him, but yet it left him no control. Navid did not like no control.

"Yeah... Oh! Yes sir," I gasped as he slowly eased me down on him. I felt my stomach flutter with butterflies and my head went into a happy fog as I adjusted to his thick cock burrowing into me. I reached down and put my palms against his pecs. He flexed them for me and stared up into my eyes.

"Noah, I love you. I will work so hard to give you life you deserve. Never will be girl between us, ok?" Navid declared through ragged breathing. His eyes screwed up and his face contorted as he gasped for air and pushed into me with a loud "Uhhhh."

"Yeah... Uhhh... Ok... Fuck," I swore as I started to ride him. I wasn't so much riding him as I was sliding down his cock. Each time I got too far, he'd catch me with his hands on my ass cheeks and lift me up again and then let me slide back down. Each time I slid down I was rewarded with intense sensations as his thick cock stretched my canal and touched the little places that made me lose control.

I couldn't keep up with it, it felt too good and I fell forward against his chest. He sat up in the water quickly to catch me in his arms. He hugged me and kissed on my neck as I leaned against him. He held me there on his chest and started to slide his cock in and out of me, thrusting up from the bottom of the tub to bury his prize where it belonged.

"Fuck, baby... fuck take that cock... take the cock you were made for. I love you... fuck, I love you," he mumbled against my ear as he started to pound me.

"Uh... Huh! Oh!" I rattled through a list of nonsense noises as my body twisted and shook in his arms. He electrified my skin and sent electric buzzes through me as he fucked his favorite hole.

Our bodies pressed together, my cock was rubbing against his chiseled, furry stomach. The slippery oils of the water added a nice glide as he bounced me on his cock. My cock was rock hard and leaving strings of precum against him as I rode his thick meat.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck I am so close," he growled as he rubbed his teeth against my ear.

"Me too... Oh fuck, me too! Don't stop," I begged and pushed back against his cock. The fragrance of the water steamed up against my nose and made my eyes water a little as I fought to keep them open through the overwhelming waves of sensations.

"I'm gonna... ahhhh," I said as my cock started to unleash volleys of built up cum over his chest. I hit him in the chin and he turned his head and hid it behind mine. I hit myself in the nose with a shot as my body shook in his arms.

"Fuck, fuck, I love you," I whined as my body quivered against him. I coated our chests with my seed and felt his cock start to shoot off inside me as my hole squeezed down on his shaft.

"Oh yeah! Oh yes!" He started to growl against my ear. His lips found mine and he kissed me hard as he started to fill me with his seed. He held me tightly against him and every time his body made a quick, involuntary jerk, I was filled with another shot of his juice.

His tongue went deep into my mouth and wrestled my own as he filled my ass with what I begged for. He moaned and growled with his tongue inside me as he continued to shoot. I felt his cum leaking out of my hole as it overflowed with his offering. He kissed me passionately and made one last deep push inside my ass to bury his load deeper. As he pushed in, it squeezed out more of his cum down my thighs and into the bath.

I collapsed against his chest as he came down, kissed me, and relished the glow of filling his boy with what he required. I was happy, sated, and very sleepy.

I passed out on his chest as he rubbed my body with the soapy, oily water of the bath. I awakened when he pushed me up and said we should get in the shower to get the stuff off of us. I felt his cum leak out of me when he pulled out his cock. It was soft now, but still filled me tightly.

We showered off and then put on clothes for a quick nap. We snuggled into the bed and he held me as we nodded off.

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His father knocked on our door later and Navid got up to go and answer it. Before he did though, he quickly messed up the other bed to look like he had been sleeping there. He pulled on a bathrobe and went to the door. I heard them talking in Persian and then Navid popped his head around the corner and asked if I was hungry. I nodded and he said something else to his father.

We put on nice clothes for the dinner. There was a restaurant with a view of the valley on a high floor. We had a table outside and enjoyed the cool night desert breeze. Navid let me order for myself and didn't try to push food on me.

We all talked and laughed as Navid's mother told stories of when he was younger. He and his father translated between us so I got to ask her questions about him. He had apparently always been so messy and always wanted to be in control of things. He was bossy with his siblings and friends, but always took extra care of the weaker ones.

Aside from knowing his parents would likely never accept me as his mate, it was easy to pretend. They liked me and talked to me as though they understood the relationship between me and their son. I could pretend, at least for tonight that I was having dinner with my parent in-laws. I wished it could last like this forever.

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-Emri

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