Chapter 2 Torin #2
Suddenly, it’s like he’s remembered who he is, sliding right back into the years-long cold war between us.
“None of your fucking business,” he tells me.
I hum. “Noah, I’m not going to turn you gay or something just because you came for me. You can relax.”
“Don’t say it like that. I didn’t come for you.”
I turn toward the mirror, taking off my skin-tight workout shirt. His eyes travel downward to look me over, and he seems too confused right now to hide that he’s staring.
“Anyway,” I tell him. “Care to tell me why I found you in my hotel room looking like you owed it your cum?”
Around his friends, he’s always been Mr. Party All Goddamn Night, the center of attention and a social butterfly. But whenever I step into a room, Noah seems to short-circuit.
He’s certainly not a homophobe, because he has plenty of other bi, gay, and queer guys around him all of the time.
But I fuck with his head, a little.
Good.
He deserves a dose of reality.
“This isn’t your room,” he says.
He’s holding his hand over the front of his cum-covered cock now, as if I didn’t just see the thing in all its glory.
“Promise it is,” I tell him. “Check the closet in the other room and you’ll see my suitcase in it. The front desk gave you a key to this room?”
“Obviously. I’m in it.”
“Smartass,” I mutter. I glance behind me, over toward the next room through one of the large, arched doorways. “I guess there are two bedrooms in here. Did your dad intend for us to be in a suite?”
“He said he’d get me my own.”
“He told me that, too.”
Noah reaches into the shower. “My suite was supposed to be the kind with a door in between the adjoining rooms. The kind of door that locks. And I was going to be across from my brother, not you—”
I tilt my head to one side, still looking over his pecs and down to the profile of his ass. “Mm. Well. I’m your brother now, too. In a way.”
He turns back toward me, glaring at me again in a way that almost makes me wonder if he’s going to try to fight.
“A stepbrother isn’t a brother,” he says. “We aren’t family. Get the fuck out. I’ll go to the front desk and get another room, but at least let me shower first.”
“You going to be a brat like this all summer at Crimson?”
He flips me off before finally stepping into the shower and closing the glass door. As he starts to shower, I catch a whiff of some typically masculine shower gel that I should hate, but I don’t.
“Stay away from me this summer. Invade my personal space and you’re going to get fucked up.”
“What are you going to do, threaten me with your rich mafia frat friends?”
Noah’s a member of Onyx Society, one of the three elite secret societies on the Crimson College campus.
I have no reverence for those glorified fraternities and sororities.
They’re tossing me an empty room in Onyx House for the summer, but other than some killer old-school architecture, I couldn’t give a damn about it.
I’ve heard that certain members have ties to mafia families, though, and I’m not sure how deep that goes.
There’s no shot Noah’s involved with any of that. Mafia crime and Noah Vancliff may as well be under the dictionary definition of “polar opposites.”
“If you threaten me first? Yeah. Maybe,” Noah says, bluffing his fucking ass off. “It’s bad enough that we have to be on vacations together. Stay the hell out of my life at Crimson.”
“You’re so annoying. But I’m sure you’re aware of that.”
“Promise me you’ll stay out of my way.”
“Noah, what is this, kindergarten?”
“Just promise me,” he says in a whine that grinds on my fucking nerves but also traitorously makes my cock throb again.
For God’s sake. The rivalry between me and my own cock might be the biggest one I have, because I’ll never understand why it would turn me on to hear Noah’s voice going ragged like that. I can only blame Mother Nature.
I need to fuck someone.
“Not doing that.”
“Promise me,” he repeats.
I step over and yank open the shower door, looking at his soaked body and the way his dark hair is hanging around his face.
“No,” I tell him, point blank. “I’m not promising you shit, you spoiled prick. I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, but you’re not going to with me.”
We hang in tense silence for a moment.
The rushing sound of the shower suddenly seems deafening.
Tick…
Tick…
Boom.
I see it coming before it happens.
Noah lunges forward at me, gripping the back of my head and slamming it against the glass of the shower door.
The glass doesn’t break, doesn’t come close to even cracking. But pain blooms out in the area at the back of my skull and I pull in a sharp breath, wincing.
And then I smile.
Because I got to him.
Noah’s fingers are still dug deep into my hair. I lean forward and immediately he yanks hard at the back of my hair, tugging at it.
“Fuck you,” he says through his teeth.
“I only let people pull my hair when we’re fucking,” I say quietly. “So bend over or get your goddamn hand off of me.”
A tendril of anger curls its way through my chest, mixing with the potent arousal he’s eliciting from my cock.
I move faster than Noah did.
I reach up and clasp my palm around his throat in a split second, pushing him back further into the shower, up against the tile wall.
He gasps under my touch, then lifts an eyebrow.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asks.
So I do it harder.
There.
His eyes go wide, and they’re beautiful from this close, flecks of darker cobalt all through the deep blue of his irises.
His neck is warm, and it turns out that my hand is the perfect size to cup him just below his jaw.
I increase the pressure around his neck as he grips harder on my hair, retaliating.
Do it, Noah.
Try to hurt me.
I’m choking him just enough that he’ll feel it.
It won’t leave a mark.
Won’t even hurt him.
I feel each beat of his pulse, though, and his Adam’s apple bobs beneath my hand as he swallows, his gaze darting across my face.
“Noah, next time you’re in my room unannounced, I’m going to make you watch me get off, instead,” I tell him.
He tries to protest. “I’ll keep my hand on your throat just like this.
And when I come, you’ll lick every inch of my cock clean, and swallow my cum like it’s a gift.
Understand? That’s a pinky fucking promise. ”
He finally releases my hair.
I let him go gently a moment later, trailing my hand lower to give his nipple a pinch. He leans against the shower wall, taking a breath.
Then I close the shower door.
Noah calls after me, going on and on about you’re going to pay for that, and I hate your ass, and you’re such a crazy fucking freak.
But he started it.
Nobody slams my head against glass and doesn’t face consequences for it, and Noah Vancliff is no exception.
The other option was to push him face-first against the wall and force my cock in his ass raw, because I have my own needs, and his arched back would be the perfect canvas for my cum.
But I went easy on him.
He should be thanking me for my mercy, really.
I grab my shirt and slam the bathroom door shut behind me as I leave. He can call me a sick freak until he’s blue in the face.
I know I am.
And that’s a promise, too.