Page 129 of Stop and Seek
This whole damn thing was new to Noah. Humiliate someone in the bathroomonceand suddenly it’s on the sex menu for eternity.
No matter how much self doubt he had, Theo wanted this—wantedhim—and that was enough.
Noah killed the water with a clumsy twist of the knob and hauled Theo over his shoulder, fireman style.
Theo flailed. “Put me—put me down!”
Noah snorted, slipping in a puddle and catching them both on the wall. “I don’t hear the word stop, do I? Already?”
“I swear to god—”
“It’s just you and me, baby. God can wait.”
The second Theo’s wet cheek hit the mattress, Noah nearly lost it.
He’d meant to take his time—he really had—but Theo looked so goddamn good bent over. His skin flushed from the water, clothes sticking to him in all the right places… Noah could’ve come just looking at him.
He was so cute when he was furious.
Noah stared for a second too long, hand still pressed between Theo’s shoulder blades, watching his hips squirm.
“You’ve been bitching thiswhole time,” he said, rougher than he meant to. “Is this whatturns you on?”
Theo wasn’t speaking again. Just breathing, body twitching like it couldn’t decide what the hell it wanted. It made Noah’s stomach twist, part delight and part confusion.
Then it hit him.
Reallyhit him.
That little tremble in Theo’s legs. The silence. The way he never really fought.
Noah’s grip tightened without meaning to.
He leaned in, breath hot against the back of Theo’s neck.
“I know what kinda fantasy you got, baby.”
Theo stiffened under his hand. And then, like part of his brain woke up, he went still.
Huh.
Alright then.
Noah yanked Theo’s shoes off. Jeans and boxers followed. This poor damn mattress but—hey—at least there were sheets. Theo looked like a drowned rat and Noah still wanted to split him in two and climb inside.
Nudging Theo’s legs wider, Noah leaned back to look at him—really look. Flushed pink ass, glistening from the shower. His thighs twitched, hips working in slow circles against the mattress.
So fucking hot.
Theo tensed, then twisted. Sudden. Frantic. Scary as hell. His shoulder slipped under Noah’s chest as he tried to roll, pushing back with slippery palms, trying to kick free.
Noah grabbed him again, sweaty hands sticking to hot skin. “Can’t a man enjoy the view?Damn.”
Caught halfway on his side, Theo’s nails clawed at Noah’s arms, dragging burning, red lines from wrist to elbow. Blood beaded up, and Noah wiped it on his jeans.
“I—shit, I’m sorry,” Theo gasped. “I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to scratch me?” Noah asked, half-laughing. “You really expect me to believe that? Where’s your realism?”
