Sweaters & Cigarettes (38 page)

Max groans again, and it's only
with what seems like extreme reluctance, that he pries himself away from Theo.

"Fuck, you're probably
right," he says, but it takes another few seconds for Theo to actually get
up, since Max keeps distracting him with kisses and hungry sounds.

Climbing the stairs is a challenge;
the two of them seem torn between impatience at actually getting to Max's room,
and impatience to touch each other, so they end up stopping every five seconds to
make out, before managing to actually tear away from each other and keep
moving.

By the time they actually reach
Max's room, Theo's entire body is buzzing, screaming for contact with that
warm, tattooed skin and those amazing, soft lips, and he surprises himself by
actually grabbing Max and practically pushing him down onto the bed.

Max looks surprised, hungry, and
amused, all at once, as he looks up at Theo.

"Holy shit," he murmurs with
a small smirk, which Theo covers with his mouth, as he climbs on top of Max and
presses his body down against him.

Theo is pretty sure he hasn't felt
like this before, this excited, this impatient. The only time that comes close,
was when he and Max spent the night at that motel, and he couldn't see
straight, because he just
needed
Max so badly. He had it bad, that time.

This time, it's worse.

Max fumbles slightly as he tugs at Theo's
dark green Henley, pulling it over his head, and it thrills Theo, for some
reason. Because Max never fumbles, and Theo can't help but find his sudden lack
of smoothness oddly satisfying, as he tosses the discarded shirt to the floor.

Theo goes for Max's black,
long-sleeved t-shirt moments later, but then decides to slow down a bit. It's
difficult, but the way Max sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, as Theo
pushes his shirt up and trails slow, open-mouthed kisses up along his stomach
and chest, makes it totally worth it. And the way he actually moans, as Theo
lets his tongue smooth over those kisses, paying extra attention to his nipples
and feeling his heart pound frantically in his chest, is enough to make Theo
close his eyes and inhale deeply, taking in the scent of Max's warm skin.

He's so hard he can barely think,
at this point, and if nothing else, he can think of very few things that would
be as satisfying as hearing Max make the noises he's making right now.

"Oh, you son of a bitch."
It's a low murmur, almost as though it's uttered between gritted teeth, and
Theo looks up as Max says it. Max's eyes are closed, and for a few moments,
Theo just watches that frustrated, ecstatic expression, as his tongue keeps
giving Max's nipples the attention he seems to enjoy, and Max lets out a low
moan, moving one hand up to grab onto Theo's hair.

Well
, Theo thinks absently, oddly satisfied. It seems that
he has found another one of Max's sweet spots.

Max's patience seems to be wearing
very thin, however, and he uses his grip on Theo's light brown, messed-up hair,
to pull his face up to his own. The kiss he gives Theo then seems to send a
sharp surge into Theo's very core, and for a moment, he can barely even think.

Max is nearly panting when he pulls
away, keeping Theo's face only an inch away from his own.

"You're torturing me, and I
hate you," he practically growls, and Theo can't help but give him a
small, uncharacteristically mischievous smile.

"Yes, I am," he says,
moving his hands down to Max's chest, and up underneath the partially removed,
black shirt. "And no, you don't."

Max only groans, but releases
Theo's hair to allow his boyfriend to pull his shirt over his head. Theo throws
the garment aside, and doesn't waste another second, before claiming Max's
mouth with his own.

They have only just gotten started,
but Theo's heart is already pounding so hard it's almost uncomfortable, and he
straddles Max, as Max's fingers impatiently undo the fly of his jeans, making
sure to touch and linger, as they do. Theo moans hoarsely, clenching his fist
against the mattress of the bed, while Max tugs at his pants, urging Theo to
take the hint. And Theo does, somewhat awkwardly getting the rest of his
clothes off and throwing them on the floor, before straddling Max again, his
hard-on now straining almost uncomfortably against his tight-fitting boxers.

Max's hands move down to undo his
own pants, but Theo beats him to it, grabbing his wrists pointedly and forcing
them away, which leaves Max looking confused for a split second, but he gets
the point. Theo doesn't even look up, as he starts kissing his way down along
Max's stomach, which heaves slightly, as his breathing quickens.

Theo is almost surprised at his own
dexterity, as he smoothly unzips Max's fly and tugs his pants down over his
hips, all the while planting searing kisses against his skin. He hears Max make
a sound that's like a cross between a moan and a gasp, when Theo's mouth
wanders down over the stretched cotton of his underwear, ghosting over the hard
bulge and letting his tongue wet the fabric just a little bit. And Max's hands
grab the sheets in anxious fists, and move up to absently smooth over Theo's
lower arm, as Theo skims his hands along the hem of Max's boxers, slipping his
fingers underneath.

Theo has no idea what he's doing.
He has never done it like this before, never really taken charge like this, and
he hesitates for barely a split second, before suddenly feeling his insecurity
rapidly being drowned out by something that feels like pure
hunger,
and
he decides.

He decides, and he smoothly pulls
Max's underwear down, before slowly letting his tongue swipe along Max's hard
length.

And Max lets out a deep, surprised
moan.

"Jesus, fuck." He sounds
completely wrecked, hips arching up the slightest bit, as though automatically
wanting to thrust into Theo's mouth, and Theo pulls up a little bit, not
letting him. Instead, he looks up at Max, watches him clench his jaw and let
out a noise that sounds more like a groaning, pained growl, more than anything,
as Theo takes him into his mouth. And for some reason, the whole thing is
immensely satisfying, Theo slowly working Max over with his tongue, actually
closing his eyes.

He doesn't get to keep at it for
very long, though; it's only after what feels like a minute, that Max actually
grabs onto his hair, somewhat urgently.

"Theo," he gets out, his
voice not mustering more than a heavy, strained breath. "Wait."

Theo slows down, and Max picks up
on his confusion.

"I'm not gonna last," he
musters, sounding almost desperate. "And I don't wanna come, yet."

Theo stops completely, then, and he
looks up at Max, who meets his eye. He looks somehow frantic, high, and Theo
moves up along his body.

"Okay," he says,
unconsciously turning it into a vague question, and Max keeps his fingers in
his hair, pulling through it restlessly.

"I wanna do it right," he
says, breathing heavily, and the pointed look he gives Theo doesn't take more
than a second or two, to interpret.

"Yeah," Theo says,
nodding, sounding more eager than he meant to. "Yeah, me too."

Max doesn't even have time to
reply, before Theo is kissing him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and
feeling those piercings, as he does. God, he just loves those, for some reason.

Max seems almost surprised at
Theo's enthusiasm, and he grabs his hair tighter, eagerly reciprocating the
kiss, arching up slightly to pull him closer, and it seems like only a matter
of seconds, before those black jeans are off, as well as both boys' underwear.
And the feeling of Max's bare, warm skin is the best thing Theo can possibly
imagine.

They keep touching each other,
hands everywhere and mouths fused together, before Theo starts feeling like his
entire body is vibrating from impatience, and Max reaches toward his nightstand.
He's in an awkward position, though, and ends up cursing under his breath, as
he has to actually pry himself from Theo, to reach it.

Not that Theo really takes his
attention off him; even as Theo tears himself from his boyfriend  and
rolls over onto his back, so that Max can sit up and open the drawer of his
bedside table, he doesn't take his eyes off of him. He doesn't take his eyes
off of that gorgeous, toned body, with those tattoos dancing over his muscles,
the wings on his back looking oddly real, as he moves. Theo reaches out and
touches them, gently at first, but then with more impatience, and Max has
barely gotten out a condom and some lube, before Theo is pulling him back down
onto the bed, from behind.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come right
now, if you don't slow down," Max says with a sly smirk, putting the stuff
on the bedside table. But Theo barely pays attention, and isn't the least bit
averse to Max saying that, anyway.

"I want you to," Theo
murmurs instead, pulling Max into a kiss, as they end up on their sides, facing
each other. His hands are already trailing all over Max's body, over inked
skin, as well as clear, and Max groans, pulling Theo closer, underneath the
covers. The feeling of that hardness against his own is enough to make Theo lose
his breath, for a moment.

"I want you to come," he
murmurs against Max's mouth, stealing another kiss. "I want you to fuck
me."

The reaction in Max is palpable,
and for a split second, Theo is worried he has said something wrong. Until Max
speaks, and any doubt in Theo's mind is blown away.

"What did you say?" Max
says, his voice suddenly heavy with pure, raw hunger.

"I want you to fuck me,"
Theo repeats, with barely any hesitation, vaguely aware of how extremely
uncomfortable he would normally be about saying something like that. But right
now, he isn't. He really isn't, and it feels like the only thing he can really
think of saying, right now, anyway.

He just really wants this. He
wants
it, he
needs
it, and he feels like he has been without it forever,
like it's the only thing he has been able to think about, for weeks. Which is
half-true, to be fair. He can barely even believe how he has survived, for this
long.

Max tightens his grip on Theo's
body, and lets out a deep, low groan, pulling away just enough to lean their
foreheads together.

"Baby, you can't talk like
that," he says, and that gravelly, rough tone is more noticeable than
ever, making actual goosebumps appear on Theo's warm skin. "You're driving
me crazy."

"Good." The one word is firm,
almost defiant, and as if to prove his point, Theo kisses him, while moving his
hand down to wrap his fingers around that smooth hardness, and Max moans
against his mouth in pleased surprise.

"Jesus," he murmurs,
gritting his teeth as he pulls away. "I swear, you're killing me."

Theo doesn't reply. He doesn't need
to, because Max is already twisting around to reach the lube on his bedside
table, and when he turns back, Theo watches as he squeezes some into his hand.
Then those dark blue, black-lined eyes are on his, and he feels his entire body
tense up in the most amazing way.

As Max puts the bottle of lube back
on the nightstand, Theo hitches one leg up over Max's hips; they're still on
their sides, facing each other, and when Max looks back at him, Theo feels that
anticipation grow stronger, his hands absently smoothing over that wonderful
skin. And Max doesn't take his eyes off Theo's, as he moves his hands down
between Theo's legs, and further back, taking his time.

When he slowly slips a finger inside,
after some gentle coaxing, Theo lets out a dirty, low moan, squeezing his eyes
shut, and he can feel Max tense up, in response.

Holy shit.
Holy shit
. It's
just as good as he remembers it, even more so, now that he knows what to
expect, and Theo focuses on trying to keep his breathing even, as Max keeps
teasing, rubbing, slowly moving his finger in and out.

God, Theo had no idea how much he
really missed this.

By the time Max has added more
fingers, his pace slightly more eager, now, Theo is a moaning, squirming mess.
Max moans helplessly, as Theo kisses him, and Theo suddenly feels like he won't
be able to take this, much longer.

"Max," he pants, pulling
away a fraction of an inch. "Now."

Max seems only the slightest bit
taken aback.

"You su―"

"Now," Theo repeats,
sounding oddly desperate, which he would normally feel a little embarrassed
about. "Please."

That's all Max needs to hear.

Theo can't imagine how he could
ever feel awkward about seeing Max prep himself; watching him put a condom on,
slowly and deliberately, as though he knows Theo likes it, is oddly arousing,
and Theo licks his lips absently. When Max turns to him, though, and gently
pushes against Theo's hip, to get him onto his back, Theo shakes his head the
slightest bit.

"No," he says, and Max
just looks at him, confused, but soon has his unasked question answered, as
Theo gives him a pointed, slightly nervous look, and rolls over. He shifts, so
that he's lying with his back against Max, and as Max realizes what he means,
Theo can hear him exhale sharply, as though seeing Theo in this position is
incredibly hot. And it's weird, just how satisfying that is.