Page 169 of Stop and Seek
So instead, he grabbed Noah’s face and kissed him—sloppy, brutal. Teeth dragging across each other until his lip split and blood slicked the kiss. The taste hit Theo’s tongue like lightning. Copper. Salt. Him.
Them.
Not enough.
He wanted more. Wanted to drown in it. Wanted to bite down and suck until his mouth overflowed with red. Didn’t care whose.
His voice cracked: “I want to feel it now.”
Noah pulled back to breathe, his brow furrowed.
Not understanding. Not yet.
Theo shoved his pants down to his thighs. “Just—fuck,move.”
That was all it took.
Noah was already pushing his shorts off. He sat up enough to get Theo’s pants and boxers down, yanking them over his hips and leaving them tangled around one ankle.
Theo twisted under him, frantic, hauling Noah closer so their skin met, so every inch of contact sparked. His cock ached, leaking against the scratchy, horrendous turtleneck. All he could picture was blood. Bone. That goddamn crowbar embedded in Andrew’s spine.
He wanted to feelsplit openby something.
He bit down on Noah’s shoulder as he rocked up, breath hitching.
“We’re leaving after this, right?” he whispered against skin.
“Yeah,” Noah breathed. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“I want your cum in me when I take out his legs. When he tries to crawl away.”
Noah moaned like it turned him on, too. Maybe he was just that far gone.
Maybe they both were.
Noah’s hand came down between them, spit-slick. Then his cock pushed in—trembling like he couldn’t control himself, like he wanted to worship him.
Theo didn’t want worship.
Heneededruin.
The stretch burned,all friction, zero lube, but Theo didn’t stop it. Didn’twantto stop it. He wanted it to hurt. Wanted the soreness. The sting. The reminder later, when he couldn’t walk straight, that this hadmeant something.
Noah buried himself to the hilt and froze, breath ragged against Theo’s throat.
Theo didn’t give him time to savor it.
He twisted his head until their mouths collided again—wet and violent, teeth-first—and raked his nails down Noah’s spine until he whimpered.
“I want you right beside me,” he murmured, panting against Noah’s lips. “When I’m swinging. Over and over. Blood on me. On you.”
Noah’s rhythm stuttered, dick twitching inside him. “Jesus, Theo—”
“I—I wanna break his ribs, one at a time. Puncture his lungs.”
Noah let out a broken moan, hips slamming harder now. The sound of skin on skin filled the room—louder than it should have been, obscene as fuck. Theo clung to him like a vice, digging in everywhere he could reach.
“He’ll beg,” Theo gasped, one leg wrapped tight around Noah’s waist. “Not with words. With—with sound.Just those awful noises people make when they know they’re gonna die. I’ll keep going until they have to ID him off his stupid tattoos.”
