#tns bisexual noah

[joah-of-art]

I cannot draw kissing to save my life, so I’m glad the only piece I’ve done of it that I’m happy with is at-least my account’s name-sake.

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Kinktober 2024

Day 5: Gags

The Next Step | Finn x Noah

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Finn's POV

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"Are you sure these are a good idea?" I ask , twiddling the item in my hand. Noah just playfully rolls his eyes at me.

He's reassured me that this is fine, that so many past couples have done the same thing in this place. Though, the idea of someone (especially Emily or Michelle) walking in on me having sex with my boyfriend in the costume closet is the slightest bit terrifying, even to me.

I've only been at the studio for a few months, this could potentially get me kicked out permanently.

"Relax, wow I can't believe I'm the one out of us two saying that. Barely anyone comes in here unless there's a competition coming up, and Regionals isn't for another three weeks.

“I have the door closed as much as possible with the wedge, so if anyone looks into the music room, they won’t see us, and we won’t get locked in.

“So, in all, the only way someone would catch us is if we make any noise, hence why I gave you that."

He points to the circular object I'm rolling around in my fingers: a ball gag. I've never used one before, having not bought any sex toys aside from a glass dildo. Even then, it's difficult keeping it hidden in my room from both my mom and sister.

His reasonings do reassure me though. Trust my smart-ass boyfriend out of everyone to calm me down on the rare occasion I get a bit scared.

“Alright then.” I trust him, he’s never given me any reason not to. Also, to be completely frank, I’m so horny right now.

“Follow my lead.” He says with an a durable smile. It’s the last thing he can before he secures the strap at the back of his head. Following suit, I find myself unable to speak much else either.

It’s a bit odd at first. My gums and lips are spread, making me bare my teeth like I’m an animal. As-well as this, the metal’s cold leaves a shock when it touches them. Not in a painful way though.

If anything, it makes me harder, and my cock is out straight and proud behind my boyfriend’s muscular ass as he leans against the wall to take it.

I’d usually tell him he looks incredibly hot like this, but that is a bit of an issue at the moment. Still though, he’s able to let out a little laugh and rub his hair against my neck as I wrap my arms around him.

Both of us moan quietly as my length stretches out his hole. We made sure to lube up and finger before putting on the gags, just to make things easier.

Even if our cries, groans and moans are muffled, it’s difficult to hide the noises of Noah’s cheeks getting clapped and my balls hitting into his. This just makes it so much more fun though.

If someone was to come into the music room and walk past thus door, they’d have no idea that we’re fucking just beyond it. That I’m railing my boyfriend and desperate to yell praises to him.

Noah’s grip tightens on the shelf, making it squeak slightly. At the start, this would’ve made me stop. But, at this point, all I can focus on is the sheer amount of pleasure coming from our love.

Pulling out of him, I rip off the condom, pump myself one last time, and finish over his tanned behind. I can see him doing the same to himself, so I drop to my knees and allow him to cum over every part of my face, ball-gag and all.

Neither of us pull them off yet, even though I know we desperately want to make out and giggle about the joy this brought us. No, we stay silent until our pants have died out, towels have cleaned us off, and we’re walking hand in hand to get some drinks at Shakes And Ladders.

Everyone we see on the way down completely unaware of what we just did.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Victoria Pedretti

full name: Charlotte Dylan Fry

nickname(s): Charlie, Small Fry

pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: February 29th, 1996

birth place: Nashville, TN

time in town: six months

housing: Downtown

occupation: owner of

family: two half-siblings

personality: Personable, caring, and responsible. Charlie is a loyal and dedicated friend willing to put those she loves first. She has an impulsive streak that she keeps hidden, fearful of comparison to her mother but overall is sensible in most things. She has strong beliefs and can be stubborn an immovable when pushed, but overall is a peacemaker before a fighter.

BACKGROUND / BIO

trigger warnings: death, parental death

Growing up the word father meant very little to Charlie. A name, a birthday card, an occasional summer weekend. He came and went from her life like a sun shower, barely leaving imprints. She was raised in a small Nashville apartment by a mother always one gig away from 'breaking in'. Alicia Fry was the ultimate blow in. No family, no words for where she'd come, and just talented enough to get a foothold. There were no plans only opportunities and the daughter on her hip was the only root she ever grew. Charlie was the result of a fast and bright summer fling. Without the daughter connecting them, Alicia and Noah might never have met again.

All Charlie's lullabies were played out with violins and guitars on the street corners below her window. She read lyrics before she read books and listened to vinyl before CDs. From a faulty start, her mother gained sure footing. Charlie was a quick and personable child. When her mother was on stage, she'd sit on the hostess' stool kicking her legs back and forth. She could play piano and guitar by the time she was seven but had, to her mother's ire, no desire to perform. Instead, as she grew, she slotted easily into her own primary caretaker. She had some talent for cooking and baking and in no time a fresh batch of cookies was a promise for any Alicia Fry performance. Weekends often ended on the carpet, a vinyl record playing, and her head on her mother's lap. All things considered; it was a happy childhood.

Birthday cards from her father stopped when she turned twelve and the last time, she saw him she was fourteen. By then, she'd outgrown this cardboard cut-out of a dad. He'd taken her out for ice cream and arcade games and four tenuous hours later dropped her home. One kiss pressed to a forehead and he was gone. She didn't try and get in contact with him ever again. Instead, her life continued forward as if he'd never known her. High school passed in a blur of friends, marching band, and camping weekends. After graduating, she went to culinary school for a three months before dropping out. It made cooking too mathematical for her, too sanitary. She wound up at a little bakery in Nashville making enough to sustain a studio apartment and a rescue cat.

It wasn't a loud life. It didn't come with fanfare or great expectations, but it was enough. Under Charlie's sharp eye everything ran smoothly. Her relationship never met a speed bump. Her mother's low days after gigs never went too deep. And, if they called, she was always there for her friends. In no time at all, she'd fashioned herself into a support beam. And, increasingly, the things she'd loved were leeching joy. It seemed in twenty-five years she'd learned how to care for everyone but herself.

Change came with a phone call and a letter. The first was a lawyer with her father's estate, passing along condolences and one last gift. In his will, her father had left her sole custody and control of his business. A vinyl store in Merrock, Maine. The latter, in plain words, gave her free reign to do what she will. Sell the place, wreck it, forfeit, or claim it. The choice was hers alone.

Until that moment, she'd never even heard of the town.

She booked a flight north to attend the funeral and there met the family she'd never known. The half-siblings who'd enjoyed a real flesh and blood father. The widow who looked at Charlie like she was made of glass. She returned home with every intention of forfeiting the inheritance, but something had shifted. She couldn't fall back into her routines, couldn't catch her breath. She dreamed about the town every night and thought in the morning what if?

Maybe she had more in common with her mother than she'd first imagined. One break-up, one resignation letter, and a packed moving van later she was heading north. Her only tide over was an annoyed (and judgmental) cat traveling shotgun.

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[joah-shipper]

Dog

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡: 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐭

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Heath's POV

My lungs burn as I run, having done so for over an hour now. But, I can't stop. Can't let myself give up. Not until I find him and bring him home.

How could I do it? How could I be such an idiot to let him out of my sight?! I just went to the bathroom for a moment, and when I got back I realised that I had left the front door open.

Mom and Dad are never gonna trust me to leave me home by myself again. One of their first times doing so, and I let Snuggles run out and get lost for what has been over a week now!

Squeezing his favourite chew toy once again, I hope to hear him bark in response to the squeak. Nothing happens though. Just like the other 27 times.

I wipe my eyes and keep rushing down the street. He has to be around here somewhere, he's just got to be.

If not, I don't...

Suddenly, a noise travels around the corner. Not a bark, but it still sounds like an animal. Turning the corner, I find myself looking down at the glowing-green eyes of an orange tabby-cat.

Okay, this is practically the opposite of what I was looking for!

It cocks it's head at the sight of me, looking both curious and judgmental. Like most cars really. Still I crouch down to it's level and scratch it's ear.

"Hey little fella. What are you doing out here?" I say, voice croaking.

My hand move's down to it back, and it seems to like the pets. But, then it turns around and continues slowly walking up the path that we're both on.

"Huh? Where are you-"

I cut myself off as I finally notice the two figures only a few feet away. Similar to my own stature, there's a guy rubbing the head of a labrador. It’s tail wagging and smacking off the ground.

It's not just any dog though.

"Snuggles!" I yelp.

Immediately I burst over to them, the mysterious cat hot on my trail. My knees hit the asphalt below us when I reach the pair, pretty badly getting cut and starting the bleed, while tears start falling down my face. But I fucking don’t care!

“Buddy, oh my fucking god! I’ve been looking everyone for you. Where were you? Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” There is a strain in my throat as I cry, which Snuggles barks at, then licks the wetness from my skin.

It’s only after a few minutes of me being wrapped around his large, brown frame, that I remember I’m not alone. Looking up, I notice the familiar broad build of one of the a-troupe dancers.

“Hey Heath. He’s yours I’m guessing then?” Noah says, stretching out a hand. Taking it, I pull myself to my feet.

“Yeah, he ran off a few days ago….um…how did you find him? I wipe away the rest of my tears with a fist.

“I know, heard some of b-troupe talking about it. Had to take Monty here for a walk anyway…” He pets the cat, which I now know is his. “So, I thought I’d try looking for him. Luckily found him going around my street-“

Before I can help myself, I launch at him. It clearly takes him by shock, as he gasps loudly and steps back. And, I go to follow, as I’m now extremely embarrassed.

But, then I feel a hand in my back and he pulls my head to the crook of his neck. He doesn’t say anything as more trilled tears come and stain his coat.

I feel hot all over, both from realising how stupid doing this was. But, also of warmth. From how much this is calming me down and making me feel lighter.

“Thank you…so much…” I whisper.

[joah-shipper]

Twilight

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 | 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

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James POV

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To think, I’ve moved all the way to New York, and am now providing the music for a broadway show with my friends! It was hard at first, leaving my old band behind and coming all the way here with only Riley. But, even if her and I have split up then, we’re all still friends and I’m really making a name for myself here.

Everyday now I get to play several different instruments (and actually sing a bit too occasionally) for the dances that Richelle and our team perform on stage. With Cleo, the other musicians, and most importantly, Noah, by my side.

Even now, with Step Inside being pulled from the theatre until next year, our group is practicing a performance for a fundraiser that Amy’s college is running for the Trevor Project.

I tap on my drums a little as Noah fixes his microphone, the blue, purple and hot-pink sticker contrasting greatly with the black wrapping around all the instrument. I smile as I see a similar flag around Noah’s shoulders, though the blue is much lighter and the purple has been swapped instead for white.

He looks my way and I stick out my tongue, making him playfully roll his eyes. Fuck, he is so cute.

Even when we’re actually playing the song, a few hours later, with a huge crowd screaming the lyrics of the song, all I can focus on is the soft tone of Noah’s voice and the beauty of the neon lights bouncing off his smooth, carefree skin.

It’s incredible, not only the turnout, but just seeing him be so happy like this. Coming to New York was one of the best things for him, in my opinion. I would perform a thousand songs if it meant just seeing him like this.

After it all, I clasp my hand in his, as we join the rest of the singers and dancers in a line to bow. He feels so sweaty, but warm, and I don’t pull away, even when everybody else has let go. They all just pay attention to the crowd clapping to us, but I see him look over to me.

The two of us lock eyes. It’s like a painting, seeing the colours mix with the forest-green shade of his eyes. His teeth are pure and white, shining as he smiles at me in confusion.

Well, this is it. I’ve been waiting awhile to do this, and I don’t think there will be a better time then this.

Following my heart, I wrap my hands around in waist and pull him in, kissing his sweet, soft lips. A startled gasp brushes me, and I instantly pull away.

Shit! Fuck! Why did I do that?! I thought he might feel the same, but I shouldn’t have been so hopeful. Things like this-

Now it is my turn to be surprised, as he brings his arms around my neck and brings me down to kiss him again. My heart can’t help but skip a beat as our mouth move together. Fuck! Okay, it will sounds so fucking soppy, but the energy around us makes it feel as if fireworks are cracking behind us.

Noah…he’s just so gentle, pouring every bit of emotion into this kiss, that it makes me feel like I’m 16 again instead of 23. I bite my lip as we pull apart, trailing his cheek with my thumb.

Along with the already cheering crowd, I can now see our friends screaming for us, Piper jumping up and down and clapping, and Richelle making kissy faces at Noah.

My arms never leave him, keeping his chest to mine, and when I look at his gorgeous, beaming face, I kiss him all over again. There is nothing I would leave this moment right here for.

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Michelle and Noah - AKA - Pansexual idiots who have had a crush on their bestfriend's sibling.

(Michelle = Emily (Riley's sister))

(Noah = James (Piper's brother))

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