Page 101 of Stop and Seek
Because Theo washis. Plain and simple.
Theo blinked furiously. “I just—I don’t really feel like talking about it anymore.”
Noah leaned in, forehead almost brushing Theo’s. He could feel the heat rolling off him—like they were both seconds away from catching fire. His own heart was hammering, wild and stupid.
“Can we… uh,” Theo’s eyes dropped to Noah’s mouth. “Twenty questions. It’s my turn, isn’t it?”
That lip-lick was lethal.
Noah kissed him. Hard. Desperate. He didn’t think. Just lunged. His mouth slammed into Theo’s on instinct, as if the hesitant pieces of himself saidfuck itall at once. Theo tasted like chili and soda. Panic. Something sweet underneath.
Theo made a sound—high and shocked—but his mouth opened like heneededNoah to lose control first.
Maybe neither of them knew how to ask for it any other way.
Noah groaned and yanked him closer, hand gripping the side of Theo’s neck, fingers spread wide. He tilted Theo’s face, angled him right, got deeper. His tongue slid in and he took and took and didn’t stop.
And Theo kissedhim back.
No bullshit preamble. No questions. He grabbed at Noah’s shirt, yanked him closer with fists full of fabric.
Their knees knocked together. Their teeth hit. The couch creaked loud as hell. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. It was messy. Sloppy.
It wasperfect.
Noah never knew the right thing to say. Todo. But this—this he could. He could kiss Theo like he was the only thing left on earth that mattered.
He shoved Theo down onto the couch, hard enough that the cushions wheezed under them. Climbed on top. His head was a mess—white noise and Theo’s mouth and the way his body felt under Noah’s hands.
Fuck Aaron. Fuckeveryone else.
Theo groaned, loud and full-bodied, chest arching against Noah’s.
Noah rolled his hips down once—and holyfuck. His cock ground up against Theo’s through two layers of fabric and it was almost too much. His breath caught in his throat. He did it again, slower. Harder.
“I wanna make you feel good,” he panted. Cracked like a teenager on the last word. “Tell me what you want.”
“Hurt me,” Theo whispered. His voice went quiet, weirdly calm. “Don’t… don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Noah’s brain stuttered, but his hands didn’t. He grabbed Theo’s hips, fingers digging in deep, dragging them together again. Friction burned. His thighs shook. His hand slipped under Theo’s shirt and—skin. Hot. Soft. Ribs like bird bones.
Hescraped his nails down Theo’s sides and felt him jolt, muscles twitching.
“Shit,” Theo gasped. “Do it again.”
Noah did it again. Left red trails that would turn dark by tomorrow. He wasn’t thinking about sex anymore. Not really. He was thinking aboutclaiming.Aboutstaying.
Theo arched off the couch like Noah had lit a fuse under him.
“Harder.”
“I’m gonna hurt you for real if it’s any harder, baby—”
Theo grabbed his throat, thumb pressed right against the notch of his collarbone and he choked. Couldn’t breathe right for a second.
“Give me something else to feel, Noah. Please.”
Yes. Yesyesyesyes. Anything. Whatever you want. I’ll give you everything.
