Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

Things went back to how they were quite quickly, and before long, they were already setting up Christmas decorations.

Christmas was in two days, and Michael would finally get his wish to spend Christmas with Noah.

They had done a bit of shopping but not in the surrounding shops. Michael was still being extra careful and didn’t want Noah to be found, so they took a cab to the mall and then bought Noah a few winter coats, just as he always wanted to do.

"Should we go somewhere on Christmas Eve? You know, a nice fancy hotel with a great view." Michael suggested.

He was lying on the bed with his head out, and he was staring at Noah upside down.

Then, he turned around to look at him well and said,

"It would be so romantic."

"Should we?" Noah asked and started walking towards Noah. "So that once we’ve shared that sweet innocent moment, I can have you against the glass window and take you from behind." He whispered, his lips curling up devilishly. "You’d be showing the whole world how you look when you moan, but since we’re up on the last floor, no one can see us but... Wouldn’t it just be exciting?"

Michael’s face was as red as a tomato, and he picked up the pillow to cover his face.

He couldn’t respond. Just thinking about it made him turn red, so what could he say?

"Come on, don’t you like the idea anymore?" Noah asked, still whispering with that sensual tone. "And there would be a large bathroom. We can go three rounds in different positions there as well."

Michael clutched the pillow and curled his toes, keeping his legs together. How could Noah do this to him?

"Your voice would echo, that’s for sure, since the bathroom would be so big." Noah kept going. "But it’s too bad the people on the other side won’t be able to hear your lovely moans because of the soundproofing, but... " He clipped Michael’s ear, better his lips, and then blew on it.

Michael shuddered, and Noah chuckled, his eyes rolling down to the pillow.

Michael was definitely hiding his erection, but his reaction was giving him away.

Noah didn’t need to see it for him to know that Michael was hard.

"Let’s..." Michael finally opened his mouth to speak. "Let’s just stay at home." He said, and Noah laughed.

"Should we?"

Michael nodded frantically, but then Noah caught his arm and flung him onto the bed, pinning his arms down to expose Michael.

"Alright, but what’s that little bulge doing in your pants?" He asked, and Michael bit his lips.

"You... You know what you did." Michael said. "You know exactly what you did." His body shuddered as he felt Noah’s caress down there.

"Hm, so it’s my fault." Noah said with a knowing smile. "Then I guess I have to take care of it, right?"

Michael gulped. Noah had become too bold when it came to initiating sex, but it wasn’t like he was complaining. It was just that...

"Are you mad?" Noah asked, seeing that agitated look on Michael’s face. "Did I rob you?"

"No, you didn’t. I just..."

"You want to take control this time?"

Yes, Noah had been initiating the sex so much these days that Michael never had the opportunity to dominate him or even watch him fluster at his attempts to rile him up.

He pouted.

It just wasn’t fair.

"Do you want to be on top then?" Noah asked, and Michael nodded, childishly, and Noah did his best not to laugh. "Alright."

He pulled Michael along so he would be on top of him on the bed and said,

"Go ahead. Do whatever you want, Michael."

Michael watched him, his handsome face and that amused smirk on his lips. It was sexy, but it made him lose interest.

He shook his head and turned.

"Forget it." He got down from Noah and down from the bed. "I still haven’t made dinner. And I’m feeling tomato sauce for stew."

Noah watched him as he stood straight, brushing his overgrown back hair from his shoulders and stretching.

His neck and shoulders were on display because the shirt he was wearing was big and had a wide neck.

So, it was almost like a comfortable off-shoulder kind of top, and Noah loved to watch him whenever he wore it.

Because it made him look more sexy.

"Are you sure you’ll be okay with that?" Noah asked, referring to Michael’s erection, and Michael nodded.

"Yeah, it’s down now cause I’m thinking about food." He said and headed for the door.

Noah watched him leave and then dropped his head on the pillow, sighing.

Did he do something wrong? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure either, but Michael suddenly got mad.

Was he being too proactive? But he thought Michael liked it when he was proactive during their intimate sessions.

Then, what was it?

He wanted to ask Michael, but it looked like he would only get to ask him once he had calmed down.

Michael walked out of the bedroom and sighed in relief.

He has lied. He was still hard, but he just didn’t feel like doing it right now.

’It’ll go down eventually,’ he thought, and went to the kitchen.

But as soon as he opened the refrigerator, his eyes widened as he saw all the vegetables they got a few days back had all melted. They were spoiled.

"What the...?" The refrigerator wasn’t even on.

Did it stop working?

His eyes scurried around till he saw the refrigerator had been unplugged. Who...? When...?

His mind flashed to the previous day when they had sex in the kitchen. Ah, they must’ve unplugged it without even knowing.

"Sigh." He got up and decided he would have to go get some veggies tonight. "Noah," Michael called as he headed back to the room, and Noah raised his head. "I’m heading out for a bit. Please help me clear out the refrigerator."

"Clear it out? What happened? I thought we filled it out just two days ago." Noah said, but Michael sighed, exhausted, and said,

"We might’ve unplugged it while we were doing our business yesterday, and now everything in it is spoiled. Just... Help me clear it out."