Page 170 of Stop and Seek
Noah’s thrusts turned erratic. He was close. Too close.
Theo squeezed his thighs tighter. “Don’t come yet. Fuck—Noah, please.Pleasenot yet.”
“Shit—okay—okay—”
“Y-you wanted to know what I was thinking about. So wait until I finish. I… I want his jaw dislocated. Chest caved in. Brains—god, Noah,his fucking brainson the floor.”
One of them let out a desperate, strangled sob, and Theo wasn’t sure if it came from his throat or Noah’s mouth.
Theo’s cock rubbed between their shirts. Slick. Painful. His nerves were frayed wires, pain-pleasure igniting with every snap of Noah’s hips. He was going to come like this. Just from the pressure and the power coiled in his gut.
“I wanna watch him die,” Theo said, even quieter now. “Because hedeservesit. I’m so sick of letting people walk all over me and leave.”
That did it.
He came hard, back arching, throat tight. No warning. Only the crash of everything he’d been holding back—months, years,decadesof wanting to hurt someone and finallyletting himself want it.
His body shook beneath Noah, vision swimming.
And still, he whispered one last thing:
“I want you to clean me up with your mouth after.”
Noah made an animal sound—half growl, half apology—and came inside him, buried deep, holding him like he might fall apart if he let go.
And maybe he would.
Because Theo didn’t just want to hurt Andrew anymore.
He wanted to hurt every single person that ever hurthim.
The air still smelled like cum and sweat.
Like copper. Like Noah.
Theo hadn’t budged, socks sliding uselessly against the carpet. His thighs ached with a raw, used feeling. His lower back throbbed. Everything on him—inhim—felt tacky, slick in the worst way. God, his insides stung.
It felt good.
It felt real.
And it didn’t matter.
There wasn’t brain fog this time. No lazy, syrupy-glow around the edges. He wasn’t floating up on cloud nine.
He wasalive. Strung out on adrenaline.
“I’m moving,” Noah whispered after another minute, hoarse and gravelly in the way Theo loved. “Swear to shit, I’m moving. Right now.”
Theo snorted. “Finally. I think my hip’s asleep.”
The sheets rustled as Noah rolled onto his back and pulled his shorts up.
“Hey. Who did all the work?”
“I’d like to think it was equal opportunity.”
“Alright, baby,” Noah said. He got up, tossed over a fistful of tissues and a shirt big enough to smother a person.
