Page 101 of Cross the Line

This is so wrong. Theo is going to hurt him or himself, but he can’t stop. Theo’s never been selfish, but he is now. He wants Alec so much he can’t care about what comes later.

“Nothing,” Theo promises, holding out a hand. “You’re too good at that. Didn’t wanna come before I got a chance to fuck you.”

Pretty pink splotches bloom on Alec’s cheeks, the expected cocky retort nowhere to be found. He looks almost shy, and it’s a side of him Theo’s never seen before. He can’t help but wonder if this is just because it’s Alec’s first time, or if he would be like this again in the future. Maybe Alec likes a little dirty talk, likes letting all that bravado fall away in the bedroom. Theo knows he won’t be allowed to find out, but thinking about mouthy, brash Alec turning blushy and needy in the bedroom does something to Theo.

“You should take off your pants, Alexander.”

Again he waits for the sass, but all that comes is a bitten-off whimper before Alec’s standing then shoving his joggers and boxers off. His chest heaves, hands opening and closing at his side as he stares at Theo and waits.

What he should do is get Alec on the bed and prepped. It’s not that he wants this to be over, but the longer he drags it out, the more messy his insides get but, he can’t seem to make himself do the responsible thing. All he wants to do is gather Alec in his arms, feel his smaller body against his own and make sure he’s okay.

“Look at you,” Theo whispers, unable to stop his mouth from running. It’s like the roles have been reversed and in Alec’s silence, Theo’s found his own voice. “You’re so beautiful.”

Alec doesn’t reply, but he lifts his head up to lock eyes with Theo, and while his mouth might not be saying anything, those goddamn pretty eyes of his sure are. There’s so much longing, so much trust, that Theo can’t breathe.

Slamming his mouth to Alec’s, he damn near devours him. He should be slow and gentle, but he’s demanding and desperate, swallowing down every sigh and whimper from Alec like he’s an addict. Alec might not be talking but he’s not quiet, little noises of pleasure falling from his lips.

“I want to fuck you,” Theo says between kisses, embarrassed by his own desperation.

He’s wanted to fuck plenty of times. He’s no stranger to being so horny he paws at the other person. He’s come too early and too fast when it was really good. He’s been desperate before, but not like this. That desperation was for something physical, for a release. This is for Alec and with every kiss, Theo’s heart trembles.

This is so dangerous, so stupid, and yet it’s also maybe the best thing he’s ever done. Because Alec gives as good as he gets, letting his hands roam all over Theo’s chest and stomach, groping and squeezing and writhing like he wants this just as badly.

It’s his first time, of course he wants this, Theo tries to remind himself, but it’s no use. His hind-brain is taking over, the most primal part of him screaming I’m the one doing this, he wants me.

“Bed,” Theo grunts, grabbing onto Alec’s hips and lifting him.

“Holy fuck!” Alec’s legs fly up to wrap around Theo’s waist. The bed is only a handful of steps, Alec could’ve walked it, but Theo’s brain has apparently decided he can’t let go of him. His fingers dig into Alec’s ass, one of them teasing along his crack as he walks them to the bed. In punishment or thanks he’s not sure, but Alec bites on Theo’s bottom lip, sucking into his mouth greedily.

With far less grace than Alec deserves, Theo drops him onto the bed, loving the sight of Alec’s huffed out laugh and lust-blown eyes as he falls into Theo’s bed. It’s unmade, the spot in the middle where he usually sleeps now taken up by Alec’s naked form. For all the sex Theo’s had, he never brings anyone home. He fucks in the club, in a hotel room, at their place, but not here. This is Theo’s home, his safe place, and he’s never let a one night stand into it. Alec isn’t a one night stand. He’s not anything, yet somehow he’s everything. It doesn’t make any sense, but Theo’s long past trying to make sense of his feelings and desires where Alec is concerned. Alexander King is everything he shouldn’t want and can’t have.

Realistically Theo knows this is the way it has to be. Theo doesn’t even understand what exactly they’re doing and he’s not sure he’s brave enough to explore his own feelings, even if something more were a possibility with Alec. He’s not a relationship guy and then there’s Jason and?—

“Thought you were gonna fuck me,” Alec says, interrupting Theo’s mental spiral.

Every logical, responsible thought flies from Theo’s mind when he re-centers his sights on the gorgeous man in his bed. Not just any man but Alec, the boy who used to follow him around, the boy who lives out loud while Theo’s been living in the shadows, the boy who is not a boy anymore. Alexander King is all grown up, and Theo has no idea what he did right in life to have the privilege of fucking this beautiful man, but he’s not going to question it.

“I am,” Theo assures him, knees on the edge of the bed. It dips under his weight and he drops his hands there, never breaking eye contact with Alec as he crawls up his body, memorizing the way his blush travels down his throat and over his chest.

He’s easily the sexiest, most beautiful man Theo’s ever seen. Every inch of him is perfect and Theo wants more, wants it all. “I’m going to prep you now. You know the drill. If it’s too much, you tell me to stop.”

“Theo,” he mumbles.

“I’m serious. You stop me, Alec. If you change your mind or?—”

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I might die,” Alec whines, lips turning down in what can only be described as a pout. “I’m not fucking joking, Theodore.”

Theo has to fight the urge to laugh at Alec’s petulance. “We definitely don’t want you to die.”

“Good. Then fuck me. Right now. I need…I—” but he stops, mouth opening and shutting like he’s lost for words.

“What?” Theo asks, unsure why he needs to hear Alec verbalize it. He’s obviously incredibly turned on, and wants Theo to fuck him. But Theo wants Alec to say it, wants Alec to tell him exactly what he wants from Theo—what he needs.

His hands open and close in the sheets, eyes fixed on the ceiling when he finally snaps. “I need to be full,” Alec groans. “My mouth is empty and my ass is empty and it’s too fucking much. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if you don’t put something in me right fucking now.”

The raw honesty catches Theo off guard and has him crawling over Alec and kissing him. Alec whimpers into the kiss, hands flying up to squeeze at Theo’s pecs while he sucks Theo’s tongue into his mouth. He wasn’t kidding about needing his mouth full, kissing Theo like he might literally combust if he stops. Unwilling to let him suffer, Theo lets Alec set the pace, never breaking the kiss, not even when he uncaps the lube and manages to get a finger at Alec’s entrance.

Alec damn near howls, the sound guttural and loud as he sucks on Theo’s bottom lip. The time for teasing and going slow is long gone. It only takes a few strokes before he’s adding a second finger, surprised at how easily Alec takes him. He’s so tight yet the resistance is minimum, and when Theo twists his fingers, brushing over Alec’s prostate, he moans.

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