It was a snowy Thursday afternoon when Noah told me his brilliant ploy. We were laying in bed, curled up on top of the sheets with the comforter pushed down, watching Elf. It was three days after Christmas (which Noah had spent with me) and we were just basking in the afterglow of a three hour sex romp, thanks to my father going out shopping. Noah pushed my sweat dampened bangs from my forehead, kissing my cheek and settling his hand on my stomach. I glanced down, watching with rapt fascination at the tan splayed hand on my flat, almost-white stomach, the tip of his thumb stroking against the rim of my navel.
"You should get this pierced." I looked up at him, frowning.
"What?"
He tapped my belly button with his forefinger. I looked down and pulled a face. "I'm not a girl, Noah!"
He rolled his eyes, skimming his hand down my belly and curled around my cock, thumbing down foreskin and jacking the shaft slowly. I moaned, arching my back. Noah leaned his head against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth, slick and hot. "I know you're not, babe," he mumbled, swooping in to kiss me again. The tip of his slick tongue touched the place right behind my teeth and I shivered, thrusting my hips into his grip. He pulled back, giving my lower lip a lick. "This," - he squeezed my cock gently, and I whimpered -", is definitely not a vagina."
I smacked his chest with a flat palm. "Noah, that's disgusting! If you mention the unmentionables while we're in bed again -" He kissed me again, effectively shutting me up. I groaned when he squeezed the base of my dick, pumping his hand swiftly. "Noah, Noah, Noah, Noah!"
I felt him grin against my mouth as he wiped his hand on the sheets before resting his head on my chest. His hand tapped against my naked thigh as he listened to the beat of my heart begin to slow and steady. I slipped my hands into his mohawk, carding my fingers through the strands. "Why do you want me to get my belly button pierced?" I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
He kissed my chest before making his way down my body, scattering love bites and kisses as he went. When he ended at my navel, he traced the rim with his tongue. "You have the cutest belly button, and I think it'd be sexy if you have a little silver ring through it," he said, giving the edge a kiss.
"I don't get it," I said, shrugging. When I thought about it, I realized that Noah was always touching my stomach. He'd slip his hand up my shirt when we were standing by my locker at school, he'd palm my stomach when we'd lay in the sun on the beach, he'd curl his hand around my side - his thumb pressed against the skin below my navel - during after sex cuddles.
"I wanna use my teeth on it," he grinned, biting down not-so-gently on the tender skin. I gasped, my hands tightening on his hair. I groaned as he gave the same rough treatment to the soft skin just below.
"Fine, fine!" I hissed as he bit down harshly. "But only if you get your nipple done, too."
