Adam let that tumble around in his head for a minute before saying, “So, you think people only find me charming because they don’t know me, but you don’t find me charming because you do?” He didn’t like the idea of Noah not liking him, but he wanted whatever Noah wanted. “Do you want me to be fake charming me or real me?”
Noah sighed, rolling to face Adam, wiggling up until they were all but nose to nose on his pillow. “No. I guess I like how weird you are.”
“I like your face,” Adam said, sweeping his hand over Noah’s freckles. “Your stars are gone.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like your freckles. They were the first thing I noticed about you.”
Noah smiled ruefully. “And here I thought it would be the gun in my hand.”
“Nah, I’m used to people pulling guns on me. I’m not used to wanting to kiss those people.”
“You wanted to kiss me?” Noah asked.
Adam stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of Noah’s nose. “I wanted you to walk out of that warehouse alive so that I could eventually kiss you.”
Noah searched his face, like he was trying to figure out if Adam might be lying, then leaned in and brushed his lips across Adam’s in a barely-there kiss. Something caught fire in his blood. He rolled Noah so he was beneath him, catching his hands over his head as he separated his thighs with his hips. When Noah made a whimpering sound beneath him, Adam pulled back. “Too much?”
Adam started to move away when Noah threaded their fingers together, hooking his legs around Adam’s thighs so he couldn’t go anywhere. “I didn’t say stop.”
This time, it was Adam studying Noah’s face for any sign he wasn’t serious, but he got lost staring into Noah’s eyes. He’d never understood that phrase before, but now, he did. Noah’s eyes weren’t just brown; there were flecks of green and gold in them, visible even in the dim light of the trailer.
When he captured Noah’s mouth again, his kiss was greedy and consuming, like he couldn’t get enough. Because he couldn’t. He liked having Noah underneath him, held hostage beneath his weight, leaving Adam free to do whatever he wanted.
Noah liked it, too. He whined when Adam nipped at his lip, his hips bucking up against him like he couldn’t help himself. Adam could feel how hard he was just from their kiss. Just like last night. Had it only been last night? Time seemed to blur around Noah, like it was Adam who was high. Maybe he was high and Noah was his drug. If so, he was already hooked.
He gripped his fingers tighter, rocked his lower body against Noah’s, their erections slotting together with only two thin layers of cotton between them. Adam dragged his mouth away, biting at Noah’s earlobe. “If I don’t stop, this is going to get messy.”
“I don’t care. Don’t stop. Make me come,” Noah gasped.
Adam couldn’t help the near feral sound that fell from his lips. He released Noah only so he could shove their underwear out of the way. Once they were skin to skin, Adam caught both of Noah’s wrists in his hand, the other wrapping around his shoulder, holding him steady so he could drive against him.
Adam had never done this before, had never wanted anything but a quick fuck and a quicker exit, but this, the slick slide of their bodies working against each other, Noah panting and whining beneath him, had him ready to blow faster than sex ever had. Especially when Noah started talking—babbling, really—a stream of consciousness ramble that was a road map for Adam to follow. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Don’t stop, right there. You feel so fucking good. Harder. Oh…fuck. Yes. Yes. Please. Please. Please.”
Every word that fell from Noah’s lips drove Adam closer. He tried to keep from falling over the edge until Noah got there first, but he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Adam,” Noah gasped, lifting his head to capture his lips, but it wasn’t a kiss so much as him moaning into Adam’s mouth as he came. That was more than enough to push Adam over the edge. He surged against Noah a few more times, his hand clamping around his wrists even harder as he spilled between them, his hips spasming as pleasure dragged him under.
When he finally released Noah’s wrists, they were both still breathing hard. Adam pressed his forehead to Noah’s. “You talk a lot.”
Noah flushed. “Sorry, I guess I just get caught u—”
Adam kissed him. “It’s the hottest fucking thing ever. Never stop.”
“Okay,” Noah said, breathless.
Adam rolled off of him to stare up at the murder board overhead. He’d almost forgotten. “So, what conspiracy are you trying to Beautiful Mind your way through?”
Noah sat up and grabbed a towel, cleaning himself off and throwing it to Adam, who did the same. Once their clothing was righted, Adam tugged Noah back down so they were both staring at the ceiling.
“You might as well tell me because I’m not going to stop asking, and when I don’t get what I want one way, I get it another. I’d rather just hear it from you.”
“You sound fucking crazy, you know.”
Adam’s face contorted into a look of disbelief. “I am crazy. I kill people. Remember?”
“Community service, remember?” Noah countered with a shake of his head.
Adam grinned. “Spill. What are you doing? Stop distracting me. What are you involved in?”
Noah took a big breath, blowing it out and chewing his bottom lip. Adam threaded their fingers together, squeezing in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. Noah looked away. “After you showed me the video…of my dad and that boy…” Noah swallowed audibly. “Things started to come rushing back. Memories from when I was younger, a lot fucking younger…”
Once more, Adam squeezed his hand. “He hurt you.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yeah. I don’t remember all of it. I can’t… If I do, I’ll lose my fucking mind. You know?”
“That’s why you took those pills. To keep the memories at bay?”