Page 90 of Cross the Line

“It’s not a race,” Theo tells him, smoothing his hands down Alec’s thighs to rest at his knees.

Alec’s entire body trembles and his eyes stay focused on the ceiling. “That’s good, because if it was a race I’d win, you know.”

“I’m sure you would,” Theo replies, letting his fingers ghost down to brush over the backs of Alec’s knees as he spreads his legs to make room for himself.

“I—good,” Alec croaks.

“Alec.”

“Just do it,” Alec grunts, squeezing his eyes shut.

The shift in his demeanor is unexpected and flips a switch in Theo’s brain. Alec is nervous.

It occurs to Theo that he’s known Alec his entire life and he’s never once seen him nervous. Hyped up on adrenaline, exhausted, confused, worried, but never nervous. The realization triggers that protective instinct urge deep in Theo. It makes him want to curl around Alec and hide him away from the world. It’s not something he’s used to feeling and he doesn’t at all want to examine what it means. It probably just has to do with the trust Alec is placing in him. It’s not every day someone chooses you to be their first.

Part of Theo feels a little guilty. Alec deserves his first time to be with someone he loves, but he also deserves for it to be on his terms. Alec told him he wants this and Theo needs to trust Alec.

“Breathe.”

“I’m not dead yet so—” Alec gives a thumbs up, which might be funny if Theo’s need to shield Alec from discomfort weren’t so strong.

Unfortunately he doesn’t think asking Alec if he’s nervous would go over very well right now, when Alec isn’t in a conversational mood. It’s obvious Alec wants this to happen but it’s equally clear, even if Alec doesn’t want to admit it, he’s anxious. Which means it’s Theo’s job to get him relaxed and out of that pretty head of his. What he needs to do is give Alec’s brain something else to focus on. Watching Alec’s jaw open and close, he gets an idea.

“Alec.”

“If you ask me if I’m okay, I’ll kick you out of this bed.”

“Wasn’t going to.” Theo snorts, oddly amused and turned on by Alec’s sass. Even while he’s out of sorts and nervous, he’s still full of fire, and Theo likes it a whole lot more than he was prepared for. “I was going to ask if you wanted to suck my cock.”

“I thought you were gonna fuck me?” Alec blurts, raising himself onto his elbows to peer at Theo with wide eyes.

“You saying you don’t want your mouth full of my cock?”

At that, Alec actually moans, letting Theo know he’s on the right track. It also makes Theo bolder. “I thought maybe you could fill that mouth of yours while I get you ready. Think you can do that, Alec? Think you can have a mouth full of cock while I prep you to be fucked?”

“Yes,” Alec groans.

“Good,” Theo says, crawling off Alec and moving to the bedside table. He opens it, pulling out a condom and the bottle of lube he keeps there. When he turns back, it’s to see Alec biting on his bottom lip so hard it looks like it might bleed. He drops the lube and condoms onto the mattress then reaches out to gently pry the lip out from between Alec’s teeth. Alec’s jaw trembles and while Theo isn’t entirely sure what he’s doing, it’s obviously the right thing because as soon as his fingers press down on Alec’s lips, he sucks them into his mouth.

It’s Theo’s turn to moan as Alec sucks hard on two of his fingers, swallowing them down like he would a cock, his tongue lapping at the underside of Theo’s fingers and hollowing his cheeks.

Saliva runs down the side of Alec’s lips while Theo pulls his fingers slightly out, unprepared for the whimper it earns him. It makes him curious to see what would happen if he slipped them back in. Experimentally he presses his two fingers to Alec’s bottom lip, shuddering when Alec opens his mouth wide to accept them again. He knew Alec liked things in his mouth, but he still wasn’t prepared to see Alec eager to deep-throat his fingers.

“You want them?” Theo asks.

Big brown eyes blink at Theo, offering more of an answer than words ever could. Slowly Theo presses them inside, barely able to fight off his own groan of pleasure when Alec sucks them in harder and deeper than before, until Theo’s fingertips reach the back of his throat. Instinctively he tries to pull them back, but Alec grabs his wrist to hold him in place, moaning around the fingers as he sucks.

There’s no spluttering or choking, and the unexpected new knowledge that Alec doesn’t have a gag reflex has Theo yanking his fingers out of Alec’s mouth and replacing them with his tongue. He pulls Alec to him with demanding hands, shivering at the way Alec lets Theo take control. It’s been a long time since Theo was this turned on, this desperate to fuck someone. He wants to crowd Alec into the mattress, cover his smaller body with his own and bury himself so deep in Alec he can’t tell where each of them begin and end.

With every touch of lips, Alec moans louder and Theo’s patience snaps. He pulls back, desperate to be inside of Alec, but the loss of contact has Alec whining while he tries to pull Theo back down to him.

“Shh,” Theo soothes, kissing Alec’s forehead. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“Fuck.”

“Soon,” Theo promises, thumbing at Alec’s spit-soaked lips. They’re so full and pretty, delicate on his otherwise masculine face. They’re going to look so good wrapped around his cock and Theo wishes he could watch and enjoy it, but this isn’t about him. It’s all about Alec and Theo is more than prepared to make him the star of this show.

“Pinch me.”

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