Page 100 of Cross the Line

A moment of hesitation is all it takes for Theo’s anxiety to rise. There are so many things Theo could say to Alec right now. So many things he should say. There are lines he should be drawing to protect them both from the inevitable crash and burn. There is no future for them, but there’s also no coming back from fucking your best friend’s baby brother.

This is going to change everything, and if there is one thing Theo hates, it’s change. Part of him wants to run away again. This suddenly feels too real. He never fucks people he cares about, ever. But this is Alec, staring at Theo while he pulls his hoodie off over his head. He’s not running away, he’s not hiding, and he’s not going to let Theo either. It turns his heart inside out. What is Alec doing to him?

“I know it’s past your bedtime, old man. Did you need help getting undressed?” There’s an attractive smirk on his face and only Alec would have the balls to be so cocky in a situation like this. “I’m sure it’s difficult at your advanced age. I can offer my assistance if you’re in need.”

“You little shit.” Theo’s heart twists itself into knots at the reminder that Alec is still someone who can get Theo out of his head, who can make him laugh and smile when that feels impossible.

Alec laughs, throwing his hoodie onto the floor while stalking towards Theo. He doesn’t have a shirt on underneath, but he’s got that necklace on again and the gold chain hangs heavy at his throat. Even in the dim light Theo sees familiar dips and angles of muscles, clusters of freckles, and tanned skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to touch anyone as badly as I want to touch you right now,” Theo admits.

“What a coincidence, because I really want you to touch me.” Alec moves closer, situating himself directly in Theo’s personal space. Not even Jason does this. He knows better than to push Theo, knows when to let Theo retreat. Theo always thought he liked it, but with Alec standing before him not giving him an inch to overthink or freak out, he realizes how freeing it feels to have someone who won’t let him run.

“You really want me to fuck you?”

“Is asking questions you already know the answer to a sign of aging?”

“I’m not that much older than you.”

“You’re almost thirty, old man.” He drags his hand over Theo’s belly, the look on his face full of heat. Theo’s not sure anyone has ever looked at him quite like that.

“Maybe you should find someone closer to your age,” Theo says, flinching at his knee-jerk reaction.

As soon as the words are out he regrets them, but Alec doesn’t shrink. Instead, he shoves Theo’s sweater up, watching as Theo takes the hint and pulls it off, leaving him bare-chested. Alec places his palms on Theo’s ribcage, drawing his fingers through his fair chest hair.

“I like that you’re older,” he whispers.

It’s on the tip of Theo’s tongue to ask about Alec’s party boy, but he manages to keep that ill-timed question to himself, not at all wanting the answer. Besides, it would be unfair to Alec to bring that up right now. He has no right to be jealous. It’s clear that Alec finds him physically attractive, which is all Theo’s ever cared about before when it came to sexual partners. Wondering who Alec is in love with, feeling jealous about who he might want after this, is not something he’s used to feeling.

Sex with Alec needs to be a one-time, no strings attached encounter. That’s what they agreed on before and it has to be enough.

“Do you need help with these?”

Without waiting for the answer, Alec moves his fingers to Theo’s sleep pants, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and dragging them down until Theo’s cock is freed. It hangs hard and heavy between his legs, his excitement visible in the shimmer of precum at the tip.

“Can I suck it?”

“You can do anything you want, Alexander.”

This appears to be all the permission Alec needs, because he falls to his knees and grabs Theo’s hips. Despite his relative inexperience, there’s no hesitation when he swallows Theo’s cock down. He grabs at Theo’s waistband, tugging it down and helping Theo step out of his pants, all without pulling off his cock.

If he weren’t so determined to fuck Alec tonight he knows he could easily come like this, his arousal flaring at the sight of Alec’s pretty lips wrapped around him. He looks sexy bobbing his head, sexier still when his eyes flutter open and his gaze lifts to meet Theo’s. It catches Theo off-guard to see him looking unsure. Alec’s usual confidence is gone, replaced by something quieter and infinitely more vulnerable. It brings up the same protective urge he keeps getting where Alec is concerned.

“You look so pretty on your knees,” he tells him, dragging his fingers over Alec’s head.

The curls are too tight for his fingers to run through, so he settles for brushing them off his face and letting his palm settle at the back of Alec’s head. He can’t stop himself from wanting to reassure Alec, from needing to make sure he’s okay. Alec moans, trembling at the touch. He presses his head back into Theo’s palm so that only the tip of his cock rests between Alec’s lips.

Giving in to his own desires, he massages the back of Alec’s scalp, unprepared for the way Alec whimpers. He looks blissed out down there, like being allowed to suck Theo is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Or maybe he just likes Theo’s hands on his head. Or both. Probably both, judging from the way he widens his mouth while also leaning into Theo’s hand. It’s heady to feel so wanted, and even though the logical part of Theo’s brain knows that this is physical, that he’s offering Alec a safe place to finally get what he needs sexually, it’s impossible for Theo to not let himself get carried away thinking it’s him.

Slowly Theo leans forward and Alec’s entire body shudders. Theo’s never been embarrassed about how much sex he’s had, knows he’s had enough partners he can’t even remember them all. He also knows none of them have ever looked as good as Alec does now. No one has ever whimpered for Theo’s cock like this. Alec is so hard his joggers are tented, a wet patch forming on the front, but he doesn't even touch himself. Instead his fingers are digging into his thighs as he tips his head back and moans so loud and deep Theo nearly comes. The only thought running through Theo’s mind is that Alec deserves to know how good he is, how perfect, and the words are falling from his lips before he can keep them in.

“You love being full of me, don’t you? You like choking on my cock?” Alec blinks, the answer clear as day in the way he takes him deeper, until the tip slides down the back of Alec’s throat and he really is choking on Theo, eyes watering. Theo swipes the moisture away with his thumb. “You’re gorgeous.”

The praise has Alec shuddering and widening the spread of his legs while hands dig into his knees so hard his knuckles turn white. The urge to fuck into his mouth until Theo’s either filling him with come or painting his pretty face in it is staggering. Theo’s never felt so possessive of someone he fucked, never wanted to claim anyone else the way he does Alec, and it’s more than a little unnerving.

Forcing himself to pull away, physically and emotionally, he takes one step back, his cock falling from Alec’s mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Alec croaks, his voice hoarse and his expression so damn unsure.

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