Page 64 of Stop and Seek
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“Why didn’t you say shit earlier?” Theo asked, irritation boiling under his skin.
Noah undoing the button to his jeans and pulling them down did nothing tofixthe anger but when Theo felt Noah’s hand palming his cock through his boxers? Damn near bit his tongue clean off.
“Why spoil the fun,” Noah whispered, pressing his fingers into the head, circling the leaking precum. His teeth grazed Theo’s ear, dragging out a ragged breath. Noah moved the fabric out of the way, stroking his length from base to tip, slow as hell, and Theo couldn’t stop the moan.
Fuck, it felt good.
As much as Theoreallywanted to hate him, he was so horny he couldn’t think straight.
This was fine. It was just another random encounter with someone he could go back to ignoring tomorrow.
He could close his eyes and forget it wasNoahgetting him off.
“Canyou,” Theo murmured, struggling to swallow, “move a little faster?”
As if to prove a point, Noah went a hell of a lot slower, dragging it out until Theo was panting, desperate for more, heat spiraling down his spine.
All he could think about was Noah’s hand. He rocked into the touch, gentle at first, picking up speed when Noah wouldn’t increase the pace. His teeth dug into his lip, trying to stay absolutely silent.
Noah twisted his wrist, and Theo sawstars.
God, he wassofucking close.
“Beg,” Noah whispered against his ear. “I wanna hear your voice again.”
“I—” Theo started, and the last shriveled part of his pride kicked up. “N—no.No.”
“And that’s time, kiddos!” Decker’s shrill voice cut in over the PA system. It couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Noah stopped touching him, and Theo wanted to cry or punch the shit out of him, he couldn’t be sure.
“Beg,” Noah repeated. “Or kiss me. You pick.”
Theo’s pulse hammered in his ears, his body hot.
Neither was going to happen.
“Give me your hand,” Theo said.
Noah wanted to screw with him? Play games?
They were going to do it onTheo’sterms.
Not some bullshit this or that.
Noah’s facelit upwhen his palm settled on Theo’s throat.
Theo could feel the weight of Noah’s thumb pressing into the side of his neck, and everything fucking blistered into white,lovely dots.Thisfelt like heaven. Lightheaded, swimming in pleasure.
Theo’s trembling fingers found their way to his own cock, and he couldn’t help but whimper.
“You’re lucky I'm not fucking you against this glass. Let everyone see what a mess you are,” Noah whispered, and the back of his skull tingled like hell.
The pressure on his neck increased, enough that Noah’s gray, hooded eyes went fuzzy, and Theo couldn’t move his hand fast enough. His balls tightened, the tension spiraling at the base of his spine too much.
It all felt too fucking good, and when Noah’s tongue brushed against his lips, he came with a strangled moan.
