Page 42 of Stop and Seek
Theo was squirming beneath him, jerking into his touch, and Noah knew neither of them had much left to give. Not with the heat curling through him, balls drawing closer.
He moved back, a ribbon of precum strung between his lips and Theo’s cock. “We’ll go slower next time,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Shifting up to his knees, he grabbed both of their cocks in his hands and—fuck it felt so good.
Not just the heat and friction, but the soft sounds from Theo. The sounds Theo was making because ofhim.
His eyes squeezed shut, hips moving on their own, pumping in time with the rhythm of his hand. Slick with precum and rainwater, it didn’t take long before he was tipping over the edge.
The orgasm ripped up his spine like lightning, white-hot pleasure burning as he came all over his hands.
Theo was seconds behind, a choked-off groan on his lips as he stiffened. Noah took the final few strokes, watching their mingled cum dripping down his wrist and onto that band tee.
They were one now. One perfect, happy being in this bedroom.
Leaning over, he pressed another kiss to Theo’s mouth, heart pounding in his ears. “One day, you’ll wake up with me inside you, and I can’t wait to see that pretty face when you realize.”
Noah stared at him for a long moment, cataloging every inch—the curve of his cheek, the shiver that moved his shoulders—before he pulled up his shorts and dragged his tongue over his hand.
He’d remember this taste forever.
God, shut up already.
The pounding was loud as shit. Relentless. Rattling his brain around and drilling straight through his skull.
Theo yanked the covers over his head. He pressed his face deeper into the pillow, but the light still burned through his eyelids.
His head wassplitting, and if thatgoddamn noise didn’t stop—he was going to snap.
Whatever the hell it was—construction at the crack of dawn, his asshole neighbor banging on the walls, or some couple fucking like porn stars—kept going.
Each sound sent a fresh spike of pain twisting through him.
And to make shit worse, hisphonewouldn’t stop vibrating.
“Shut up!” he shouted, his voice cracking from the strain.
Magically, everything stopped.
No more pounding.
Or buzzing.
Blissful, beautiful silence.
Exhaling, he relaxed into the mattress. He’d nearly drifted off again when the sharp click of a key turning in his front door lock sent panic through his veins.
He bolted upright and the roomtilted—window on the ceiling, carpet spinning violently.
Stop.
Holy shit, stop for a second.
Colors smudged together, solid shapes morphing into blobs of nothing.
Glasses.
Glasses were a necessity.
