Page 120 of Cross the Line

No matter how many times they do this, Theo never gets used to how easily Alec swallows him down, the way Alec’s hands roam over his ass and thighs like he might die if he stopped touching Theo. Somehow, despite the fact that Theo sets the pace as he fucks into Alec’s mouth, Alec utterly at his mercy, it’s Theo who feels completely powerless. No one has ever made sex this good, no one has ever made Theo feel so good.

The only person who has ever made anything feel this good is Alec. He’s so warm and willing, and Theo’s sleepy arousal brightens like the rising sun.

“Shit, your mouth,” Theo moans, dropping his head between his shoulders so he can watch.

Alec hums happily while his fingers languidly massage up and down the backs of Theo’s thighs as if he could spend all day sucking Theo. Which to be fair, he probably could. One day last month they’d done an experiment and Alec had sucked him for damn near an hour before conceding his jaw ached, at which point he’d roll over and drooled into the pillow while Theo fucked him.

It would be a lie to say everything with Alec is easy. It’s not. But it’s worth it. It’s so fucking worth it.

“You feel so good.”

The praise earns him a squeeze and Theo doesn’t even dare blink, gaze riveted on the sweep of Alec’s thick eyelashes and the moisture at the corner as they flutter shut. The softest of sighs escapes Alec, his grip slackening into something more like pets as he sucks Theo’s cock like he really has been given a gift. The strip of sunlight streaks across the pillow, making Alec’s curls seem to glow, like even the new day wants to bask in him.

Ridiculous as it might be after almost a year together, it still sends a thrill through Theo every time he remembers that Alec is his.

“I could come just like this, fill you with my load while you lie there and look pretty.” Alec’s moan makes it clear what he thinks of that idea, but then again, Theo’s yet to find a version of sex Alec doesn’t like. Likely because Theo knows what Alec’s limits are. For as brash and wild as Alec can sometimes be, the truth is he’s got a tender heart and Theo has come to understand exactly how Alec loves sex.

Alec likes it close and needy, almost always face to face with lots of kissing and praise. Alec doesn’t fuck, he makes love, and the difference isn’t lost on Theo, who loses himself in the depth of that love every time he gets to feel Alec like this. There’s something powerful about being trusted the way Alec trusts Theo, something that reaffirms their commitment every time they do this.

While Alec might not have been Theo’s first, if he has anything to do about it, then Alec will be his last. Alec will be his forever.

“I’m so close,” Theo whispers, reaching down to brush the hair from Alec’s eyes.

They flutter open, his expression so unguarded and full of bliss that Theo can’t hold back. He slips his fingers into Alec’s curls and gives the softest of tugs to warn him, but as expected all Alec does is grip Theo’s ass and urge him all the way down the back of his throat, swallowing Theo down. Boneless, high on post-coital bliss and eager to bring Alec with him, Theo drops down beside him on the bed and pulls him close. As expected, the second Theo’s lips are on Alec’s he whimpers, a few lazy strokes and Alec’s coming.

In the beginning Theo used to be afraid of what might happen if the novelty wore off. He’d never been with the same person more than twice, had no idea what you were supposed to keep doing. Turns out that wasn’t something he needed to worry about. He and Alec aren’t reinventing the wheel, they’re hardly adventurous by any means, yet sex with Alec is easily the most physically and emotionally satisfying thing Theo has ever experienced.

“Think I’m dead,” Theo groans when they finally pull apart. He collapses on his back and stares at the ceiling. “You killed me.”

“You’re welcome,” Alec says rather smugly, voice rough from the throat fucking. His eyes are watery, lips red, and spit soaked. “I’ll be here, well…as long as you’ll have me.”

He turns to look at Alec, heart catching in his throat. He looks so good in Theo’s bed, in his home, in his heart. It’s clear Alec is teasing, but Theo can’t. Not about this.

“Forever,” Theo whispers.

“You can’t just ask a man to marry you after sex.” Alec laughs, the sound dying down when Theo doesn’t join in. “Theo?”

“I just…I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Alec cups Theo’s cheek, his thumb stroking over the rise of Theo’s cheekbones. His eyes are searching, unsure, but Theo’s never been more certain of anything in his life.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Theo tells him, surprised by the way his voice shakes.

“I’m not going anywhere, Theodore. You can’t even kick me out. You’re stuck with me like a leech or something. Just try and get rid of me.”

There was a hole in Theo’s heart for so long, one he didn’t even let Jason into. He’d been raised to shy away from any kind of affection that could lead to heartache, to never be vulnerable for fear of being weak. He’s never been more vulnerable than he is now, but he doesn’t feel weak. He feels strong. Loving Alec makes him strong.

“I’m serious.”

“Me too,” Alec says, face all scrunched up. “You literally can’t get rid of me. I’m like an invasive plant or some shit. I’ll just come back and?—”

“Marry me,” Theo blurts.

“Are you serious?” Alec whispers, voice so small Theo worries he’s ruined this.

“I am. I didn’t plan this. Or well, I did plan it, kind of…I have a ring, but I was going to wait. You said, um, you said dahlias and a blue shirt and a party, but I just looked at you right this moment and knew I couldn’t go another second without asking you to be mine. Forever. I didn’t think I was made to love anyone, but you barreled into my life and refused to let me get away with hiding anymore. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I know I won’t let you go. I’ll make you so happy, Alexander. I want to grow old with you and adopt so many pets we’re outnumbered and I want you to fill the fridge with Coke, and start every morning with those god-awful protein shakes, and I want you to be mine—today, tomorrow, forever. Please be my husband.”

Quiet tears stain Alec’s face and he is so unnaturally quiet that Theo has no idea what to do. Alec is never quiet.

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