Cross My Heart

9. NOAH

Chapter 9

NOAH

18 YEARS OLD

I t’s our high school graduation party and I can’t help but be glad to be done with that chapter of my life. Now I’m ready for the next step, the next chapter. Joining the military and getting the fuck out of this town.

But I am not leaving until I hook up with someone tonight. Someone who’s had his eye on me for a while, and I can’t help but have had my eye on him as well. Mostly because if I squint my eyes, he looks just like Tyler. The one I actually want. The one I’ll clearly never have. After tasting his lips a year ago, I don’t think I’ll ever stop wondering what if .

The guy I have my sights set on is now making his way to me. His eyes are a light blue, his brown hair falls over his eyes. He’s hot in a jock kind of way, and he’s on the football team with Tyler and I. Or was since we’ve now graduated. He smirks, and when he finally stops in front of me, he holds out his hand for me to take.

And I do.

I look around, my eyes immediately connecting with Tyler’s. His eyes widen, then narrow, and I grin at him and shrug. He’s the one playing hard to get. There’s always been something more between us, I just can’t pinpoint why he won’t pull the trigger and put us both out of our misery. Or maybe deep down I know it’s because he also likes Scarlett. He hasn’t exactly been hiding it lately. Especially not now, as she sits on his lap.

But the way he’s looking between her and me, for one split second, it feels like he can’t choose. As if he doesn’t really know what to do with himself. And if he let me, goddamn it, I’d show him exactly what to do. Who to pick.

Me.

Fucking me .

But Christian just keeps leading me further away from Tyler, up a flight of stairs, and into a room. It’s his house, so I’m assuming it’s his room. The lights are off except for a dim night light, and I grin when he slams me against the door after he closes it. I groan, my cock getting hard immediately. Even if it’s not Tyler, it’s the next best thing. I can’t stop living my life for him anyway, not when I don’t know what he wants. Hell, he doesn’t even know what he wants.

I grab his shirt and yank him closer until our bodies are flush with each other’s, and he slams his lips to mine. It’s a hard and bruising kiss, and our tongues and teeth clash with each other. Christian pulls away and yanks his shirt off with one hand, pulling it over his head, and I do the same. Our clothes continue to come off, and when it’s time for my pants to go, he starts to walk backwards toward the bed.

He smiles at me, his blue eyes dilated, and for a split second, I imagine it’s Ty. But then I shake my head because the last thing I want to do is fantasize about something that’s never going to happen.

Christian gets on the bed, sits up against the headboard, and beckons me with a finger. I take off the rest of my clothes and follow him there, looking over his body.

Taking my time, I climb into bed with him, crawling and then straddling him. I reach for his hard dick immediately, pumping it with my fist, and he hisses. “F-fuck,” he groans under his breath. “ Yes .”

But I let go of him momentarily, grabbing my own dick and wrapping my hand around both of us. His silky-smooth skin rubs against mine, and when I begin to jack us, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My hand speeds up, and I roll my thumb over his slit, spreading the pre-cum over our heads. His eyes are closed, soft pants and moans coming from his parted lips.

“You like that, baby?” I ask him.

“Hell yes,” he moans, his hips punching up as he thrusts into my hand. I keep a steady pace. “Just like that, please don’t stop.”

The only sounds that join us are his moans and my groans. I can tell he’s close by the way his moans crescendo, and just as my balls begin to draw up into my body, my release imminent, the door opens.

Light spills into the room, and I look back, finding Tyler standing there with wide eyes, looking between Christian and me. He stares at where we’re connected, his jaw dropping, his eyes widening even more. I moan loudly at having his eyes on me, and even though it feels so good and I want to close my eyes, I don’t dare break eye contact with Tyler.

He licks his lips, watching me, closing the door behind him. Why is he not leaving? More importantly, why is he still watching us? Or me, it seems to be me he’s mesmerized by.

“F-f-fuck, Noah,” Christian moans, and Tyler’s eyes narrow. “Just like that. Oh, oh, I’m gonna c-c-come.”

“I’m gonna come too, baby,” I reply through gritted teeth, and Tyler’s jaw clenches. “Oh, my God.”

Tyler runs a hand down his face in what looks to be frustration, but then he licks his lips and moves his eyes back to mine once more, and I can’t hold out any longer. With my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, I moan loud and long as my balls draw up into my body, and my cum spills onto Christian’s abs and chest. My orgasm seems to last forever and ever, longer than it has before, and I know it’s because I have his eyes on me.

Christian comes too, I can feel his dick pulsing in my hand, and he moans loudly again.

Tyler’s eyes stay connected to mine, and I grin. His jaw clenches even harder, and with narrowed eyes, he turns around and leaves the room.

I let go of Christian, lean over to find a Kleenex on the nightstand, and begin to clean us up. “That was…” He trails off.

I chuckle. “Fun,” I say, getting up to find my clothes. I put them on quickly, ready to run after Tyler. I need to know what the fuck that was about.

“Yeah, it was,” Christian acknowledges.

“See you later, Christian.”

“Alright.” He nods, clearly disappointed.

I open the door slightly and slip out, shutting it behind me, then make my way through the countless bodies moving along to the beat of the bass. Rap music is playing loudly, and I look around, willing myself to find Tyler. He’s standing against a wall, looking right at me, but when we make eye contact, he looks away. His cheeks are red, his lips pursed, a furrow in his brows. He looks upset.

Walking toward him, I grab his hand and pull him after me. He drags his feet at first, fighting me, but when I pull him closer, and hold him tighter, he comes willingly. I open the door to the half bathroom under the stairs, shoving him in and locking the door behind us. His cheeks are flushed, his curls are wild, and his eyes are wide.

Tyler opens his mouth and closes it as if trying to speak, but nothing comes out. So I push him against the door, trapping him between my arms, forcing him to make eye contact. He scrunches his nose as if he’s smelled something gross, and I raise an eyebrow.

“What?” I whisper. “You jealous?”

“Jealous?” Ty sputters. “I could never be jealous.”

That stings . Like a lot. “Then why are you making that face?”

“You smell like him.” He grimaces. “Like sex.”

“And you don’t like that I smell like him?” I question.

“Noah—”

“Why did you stay?” I snap. “Why did you watch?”

“I—”

“Did you like it, Ty?” I breathe, my lips over his. They brush lightly, driving me fucking crazy. “Watching me fuck around with someone else?”

His jaw clenches, and I can hear his molars grinding.

“Did you think it was hot?”

“Why are you doing this, Noah?” he whispers, licking his lips, brushing them against mine. A strike of lightning runs down my spine. “You called him baby.”

“And?” I raise an eyebrow, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“I didn’t—” he stutters. “I didn’t like it. I don’t.”

“You didn’t like me fucking around with him?” I whisper. “Or you didn’t like me calling him baby?”

Tyler shoves me hard, making me stumble back a few steps. He closes the distance between us though, getting in my face. “I didn’t like either of those things.”

“So what are you gonna do, Ty?” I grab his neck and pull him closer to me until we’re sharing breath again. “Are you gonna man up already? Or pussy out?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ty says through gritted teeth. “Fuck.”

Letting him go, I allow him to put some distance between us. And we just stand there for the longest minute of my life, staring at each other. “The way I see it—you’re jealous, Tyler.” I shrug, and his cheeks turn pink again. “Maybe you should ask yourself why. Oh, and also, why you stuck around to watch.”

He nods. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” I grin. “I’ve never come that hard before.”

Tyler swallows hard, and I hear his gulp. “Was it because I was watching you? Or was it just having eyes on you?”

I smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Tyler’s eyes narrow on mine. “Maybe when you start being honest with yourself, I’ll start being honest with you.”

He nods. “I need to get out of here.”

I gesture to the door and nod as if giving him permission to leave. He takes it, leaving me behind and closing the door behind himself. But I’m not ready to leave this bathroom. Not when I know he’s jealous. I need a few more minutes to sit with that knowledge.

And then I need to get my shit together.