Page 88 of Cross the Line

“You like me staring.”

It’s not a question, but Alec answers anyway. “Yes.”

“You always did love attention,” Theo murmurs, skimming his palm over Alec’s thigh and delighting in the goosebumps that spring up. Alec’s thighs are a beautiful thing, the thickest part of him with muscles hardened from years of dedication to his sport.

Every touch from Theo seems to turn him on more until his cock begins to harden again, the foreskin stretching as his cock lengthens. He’s a grower then, still noticeably smaller than Theo even when erect, but still perfect like the rest of him. Alec has a pretty cock, flushed and pearling at the tip.

Theo is under no delusions that it's him specifically making Alec widen his knees and arch his back. He’s young, aroused and has never experienced this before, so of course he’s going to be needy, but it’s an ego boost for Theo to pretend it’s solely for him. He’s always enjoyed sex, enjoyed the play of bodies and the exchange of power. He likes the feeling of skin on skin and the release of finding climax, all things Alec has never done with another man. Things he’s going to do with Theo.

“You look like you’re waiting for something.”

“You know damn well I am,” Alec retorts, blinking at Theo with those big brown eyes of his. He waits only a second before locking their gaze and then pulling the sweater up further, until some of the material is bunched up between his teeth. Then he lets out a groan, mouthing at the sweater. There’s not an ounce of shame in him as he does it, and the sight of Alec uninhibited and clearly feeling safe enough to do what he needs to regulate has Theo’s world tipping off-kilter.

He says something, but with the sweater between his teeth it’s impossible to make out what.

“What’s that?”

Alec huffs, letting the material fall from his mouth. “I said are you gonna stare all day or are you going to touch me?”

The words send a scorching bolt of arousal to his gut. It should figure that the most inexperienced person Theo’s ever fucked is also turning out to be the most brazen. It’s so very Alec.

“I’m gonna touch,” Theo says softly, “but only if you promise to tell me to stop if you need me to.”

“I already told you I’m not going to tell you stop so?—”

Theo lets his body fall forward, the mattress bouncing as Theo’s hands fall down on either side of Alec’s head. It earns him all of Alec’s attention and an unexpected look of surprise that Theo knows is going to haunt his dreams.

“Yeah, you did, and I’m telling you right now I’m not letting this go any further unless you promise to tell me if you need me to stop. I’m not small and it might hurt, and there’s nothing wrong with not being ready or changing your mind. I don’t care if I’m balls deep inside of you, Alec. If you’re done, you tell me.”

Alec blinks, his mouth falling open.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Jason would kill me.”

Alec’s face screws up in displeasure. “That. I don’t like that. Don’t talk about my brother while I’m naked. Ew.”

“Right, no talking about Ja?—”

Alec’s hand flies out to cover Theo’s mouth. The look Alec gives him is probably supposed to be a menacing glare, but is just kind of adorable. Not that Theo is thinking about how adorable Alec is. Naked and sexy, sure. Adorable is verging way too close to feelings.

“CanItalkyet?” Theo mumbles around Alec’s hand.

“Depends on what you’re gonna say,” Alec replies, slowly lowering his hand.

“I want to see you moan around my sweater while I fuck you.”

The prettiest shade of pink blossoms on Alec’s cheeks.

“You wanna choke on it, Alec? Want your mouth stuffed full while I fuck you?”

The blush deepens, spreading down his neck and drawing Theo’s eyes to the hollow of his throat where his gold chain is pooled. With a delicate touch Theo tugs on the chain, smoothing it out around Alec’s throat.

“Did I finally find a way to shut you up, Alexander?”

“I’ll show you shut up,” Alec huffs, throwing himself at Theo. He could easily push him back but he doesn’t, letting Alec shove him back onto the bed and straddle his thighs. “You—you?—”

“I what?” Theo asks, resting his hands on Alec’s bare thighs. He can’t seem to get enough of them, giving the meaty flesh a squeeze.

“You’re teasing me,” Alec grumbles, his cheeks deep red now. Between his curls in disarray and the collar of the sweater stretched out and wet from Alec’s spit, he looks wrecked already and Theo hasn’t even fucked him yet.

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