I realized I haven't been updating this story on here like I have on AO3, and I apologize for that. So let's try to get caught up here on that.
And I hope y'all enjoy it
Chapter 5
"Noise Cumplaints"
Owen sighed, lazily channel switching the TV in his hotel room. Usually he wouldn't be so bored with it. One of the biggest perks of reality TV competing was the number of hotels and resorts they got to stay in during filming for free. All the fancy beds, the room service, and of course the free breakfast buffets. In between the pain and humiliation, it was almost worth it. Even Noah had to admit that was a pretty nice bonus.
Sigh….Noah.
He looked over at the side, wistfully staring at empty sheets. This was the first time they wouldn't be sharing a hotel room together. Even when they were just buddies, they were accustomed to sharing small spaces together, and usually the producers didn't see a problem with it. It was only after they officially announced they were dating was this separate hotel room arrangement made.
…... actually, no. It was after a certain incident where they were caught in a closet with pants down that this arrangement was made. But that's a chapter for another day.
Owen switched to another channel, blaring a baking show with people running around and half burning pastries.
Aw Noah would love this, he thought. He always loves seeing everybody get yelled at for baking errors.
He tried to keep watching, until his phone rang. It didn't take him long to answer when he realized who was calling; Noah.
"Buddy?", Owen asked on the phone.
"Hey. How you doing big guy?", Noah's monotonous voice called back to him.
"It's SO boring", Owen flopped on his side dramatically. "It's so quiet without you here to talk to.
"Yeah, same here, even if the air is clearer" Noah couldn't help but get one snark in the convo. "Who would've guessed the one line you can't cross in backstabbing life risking TV is sex?"
"Yeah", Owen sighed, remembering the incident. "We didn't even get to finish."
"But... it's not too late", Noah's voice held a small streak of mischief. You could almost hear the smirk through the phone.
Owen raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Well we can still have some fun together."
Owen thought about it for a second, before a lightbulb went off. It was so obvious.
"Ohhh I see", he chuckled. "Though it's gonna take a lot of bribing from the room service guests though."
"Yeah, and- wait, what?"
"Well if I'm gonna sneak in one of the carts in your room, we're gonna have to pay a few people to keep their mouths shut about it."
Noah sighed "Owen I'm talking about phone sex."
"Ohhhhhh!...Yeah, that would probably be easier", Owen laughed before clearing his throat. If they were gonna do this he'd have to get serious. "Have I ever told you how handsome you were?"
"OH OWEN, EVERYDAY!"
The sheer volume of his boyfriend's voice sent Owen back a moment. "Wow buddy. Way to show enthusiasm."
"That's the point, Lunchbox", Noah was a lot quieter this time. "The producers split us up in fear of noise, but we're still gonna give it to them anyway."
"Ohhhh ho ho. I like it", Owen almost forgot there's a reason Noah was friends with Izzy and Eva; because he was just as chaotic as them. "THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I LIKE IT!"
Noah laughed and yelled back, "OH GOD OWEN! RIGHT THERE"
Owen laughed and groaned loudly. "TAKE IT ALL, LITTLE BUDDY!"
The 2 laughed and fake moaned loudly for a small while. In between, they had heard banging on the walls, and yelled "KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE!". Clearly Noah's plan was working.
Owen stopped laughing for a few moments as he heard Noah keep going. Hearing him laugh. Sigh, Owen loved that laugh. It was usually a lot of work to get him to laugh, but it all paid off when he succeeded. Seeing his normally bored face light up, his frown curl into a genuine smile, those brown eyes twinkle in the joke.
….oh gosh, those handsome brown eyes.
"EMPTY MY LUNCHBOX, LUNCHBOX!", Owen could hear Noah completely snorting through the phone at the ridiculousness. It was amazing. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he heard Noah fake moaning loudly. And also blood going somewhere else.
"OH PRETZEL KNOT YOU SPOIL ME", Owen continued back to yelling, as his phoneless hand traveled down into his pants. He grabbed ahold on his shaft as Noah moaned on in response.
"OHH THIS IS WAYY BETTER THAN THAT JANITOR'S CLOSET"!, Noah joked. Owen pumped on his dick as he thought back to the night.
"ESPECIALLY SINCE THERE'S NO ONE TO STOP US THIS TIME", Owen agreed as he kept jerking himself off. He groaned, getting more into it. Thinking back to that night of almost relief.
"AND HOW WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN STOPPED IF THOSE CAMERAMEN DIDN'T FOLLOW US", Noah yelled out, seemingly to the producers as if they could hear him. If Owen had listened closer he could swear Noah's moans were getting more genuine.
"IMAGINE IF THEY DIDN'T", he yelled out a "what if?" scenario. "HOW MUCH MORE INTIMATE WE COULD'VE GOTTEN."
"HOW DEEP I COULD GET MY NAILS INTO YOUR BACK", Noah replied in between pants.
"OH AND THE MESS WE WOULD MAKE" he could . "I CAN ALREADY SEE YOUR WET PULSATING-"
"hey hey Owen. Let's not get that personal", Noah's voice became a threatening whisper. "Let's leave some stuff to their imagination ok?"
"sorry", Owen apologized. He held onto his red tip in slight discomfort. "I just…. really got into it."
"Yeah. I am too", Noah agreed and moaned loudly. But that's when Owen truly realized how genuine Noah was getting into this. That they were both getting into this.
"Oh keep moaning buddy", Owen raised his volume a little again and went back to his self pleasure. "KEEP MOANING"
"I'M DOING A LOT MORE THAN MOANING BIG GUY", Noah yelled back and let out a large louder moan, almost a low scream. "I CAN SEE WHY THEY CALL YOU "BIG O"."
"HECK YEAH I'M "BIG O"!, Owen rolled his head back as he came on the bedsheets. He probably should've put a towel or something first.
Owen panted in relief and could hear Noah doing the same. It was the most silent they had been since before the phone call.
"That was...that was fun", Owen chuckled out.
"Yeah...it was great", Noah agreed.
"You think the producers got the message?"
"Well if they didn't, we can always…have another go at it."
Owen's eyes went wide. Despite being tired, suddenly he could feel his stamina rising again. "OH YEAH ROUND 2!'
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GONNA FINISH AGAIN!"
Owen sighed, lazily channel switching the TV in his hotel room. He had just finished another day of reality death-defying humiliation. It was hard, but he looked back on the free room; it had its perks.
"Hey go back a channel", a voice piped up. "I think they're playing Baking Bad."
Owen smiled, and turned to his smaller boyfriend on the other side of the bed. He turned the channel back and grabbed Noah in his arms. As Noah yelled about the various baking measurement mistakes to the TV, Owen thought back to earlier that day.
"So", a large man in a suit talked to the 2 in an office. His eyes looked noticeably tired and bloodshot. "We got word in from the hotel about some….noises from your rooms."
Owen tried his best to look innocent. "We weren't doing what it sounded like we were doing."
"I was", Noah shrugged with a devilish smirk.
Safe to say, the Pros won that battle and got to share a room once more.
Owen kissed Noah's forehead and brought his attention back to the screen. It was nice to have his little buddy back off-camera.
I feel like so far most of these chapters are from Noah's perspective, even with the third person writing. So I wanted to switch it up by writing more from Owen's.
