Page 92 of Cross the Line

Continuing to rub circles on his lower back, he presses his thumb in deeper and it earns him another one of those delicious sounds from Alec.

“You want another?”

“You fucking know I do,” Alec groans.

Theo pulls his thumb out, adding more lube to his fingers and then switching to his pointer finger so he can get in deeper. He thrusts it in and out, mesmerized by the sight of his own thick finger pressing into Alec’s hole. The resistance is there, but it’s not what Theo expected so he adds a second, unprepared for Alec to damn near choke himself on Theo’s cock.

“I’ve got you, you’re okay,” Theo soothes, letting his palm roam over as much of Alec’s back as he can reach while Alec’s mouth remains suctioned around his cock. He’s still not sucking, just holding it in his mouth as deep as he can go, as if having a mouthful of Theo’s dick is the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

A flashback to Theo’s first time flitters at the edges of his consciousness, recalling awkward kisses and hands, not enough lube, and the sharp sting of a door handle in his back. He’d been seventeen and stupid and very horny, none of which were a good combo. The sex had been pretty horrible given they were both virgins, and while neither of them had done it on purpose, Theo had it on good authority he hadn’t made it great for his partner. Inexperience, impatience and a lack of sex-ed could do that. Thankfully, Theo wasn’t a bumbling teenager anymore. He understood what it took to make sex good, what it took to make another person feel physical bliss, and if he could spare Alec painful awkward memories, he would.

“You’ve got to breathe,” Theo reminds him, adding a third finger.

There’s a rumble from Alec, the vibrations making Theo’s cock twitch and his hands plunge in deeper. At the push of fingers Alec makes the sound again, humming loud and deep around Theo’s cock until Theo crooks his fingers to brush over Alec’s prostate and then he’s damn near howling. He takes Theo’s cock so deep the tip breaches the back of Alec’s throat, while Alec comes in heavy spurts between them, completely untouched.

Before Theo can react, Alec is pulling off, rolling onto his back and trying to suffocate himself with one of Theo’s pillows for the second time.

“Alec.”

“Alec isn’t here,” Alec mumbles from beneath the pillow.

“Oh, so there’s a different naked man in my bed?”

A few seconds pass before one of Alec’s hands unclenches itself from the pillow so that he can lift it to flip Theo off. A good sign, if Theo ever saw one.

Careful not to spook him, he inches closer very slowly. When Alec doesn’t recoil at the dip of the bed beside him, Theo tentatively reaches a hand out to touch Alec’s thigh. When he doesn’t flinch at that, Theo adds another hand, sliding them up until he’s got two hands on Alec’s hips, his grip firm and unyielding as if telling Alec all the things he can’t with words.

“Alec, I—” His words are cut short by someone banging on the front door. Three solid, firm knocks. Theo knows that knock pattern. “Fuck.”

The cursing is apparently enough to get Alec’s attention because he lifts the pillow off his face, eyes red and wet. Theo wants to kill himself for what is happening right now. After what they just did, he should be reassuring Alec who is clearly not okay, but he can’t because if he doesn’t answer the door in the next two minutes, Jason is going to use his spare key. If Jason walks in, if Jason finds Theo in bed, naked and covered in his baby brother’s come, he will lose everything.

Suddenly the world is closing in around Theo, the reality of what they just did damn near suffocating. How did he let this happen? How did he think he could fuck Alec and nothing would change? How is he supposed to look Jason in the eyes?

Struggling to find any scenario where things will be okay, Theo rolls out of bed, determined to at least try. He grabs a handful of tissues and wipes the evidence of Alec’s release off his belly. His own erection is already wilting, done in by the prospect of losing his best friend. Fuck. He was so stupid.

“Theo?”

Alec’s sitting up now, the pillow in his lap and his big, brown eyes looking at Theo with confusion. This is exactly what Theo was supposed to be avoiding. He’d promised Alec a good first time so that no one would hurt him, and now Theo is doing just that.

He’s not cut out for this, especially not with Alec.

“You have to go.”

The look on Alec’s face is one of the worst things Theo has ever seen.

“Oh,” Alec whispers.

Three more solid, firm knocks. A reminder their time is running out.

“I forgot I was supposed to meet Jason for breakfast at ten.” Theo glances at the clock and wants to scream. It’s nearly eleven thirty. He’s usually so good with time. He never stands Jason up, which means Jason’s probably out there worried and ready to come barreling in. “You need to leave, right now. He can’t know you were here.”

“Theo.”

“You can keep the sweater and shit, your clothes from last night are in the wash. I forgot to put them in the dryer.”

Theo hurries to the dresser, digging around until he finds a pair of sweats with a drawstring. They’re going to be huge on Alec, but they’re the best he’s got. He hands them over along with a clean pair of socks. Theo is a coward, keeping his eyes on the ground. He cannot look at Alec’s face again, cannot see the proof of how much he’s hurting him.

“Thanks,” Alec mumbles.

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