Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Damn straight, Noah wanted to know. “Come on, Mattie, be adventurous. Tell me what you want.”
He swallowed hard. The flush in cheeks darkened. “Already to the nickname stage and we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“Do you want to kiss me?” Because if he did, Noah would give him what he wanted. Might never be rid of him if Mateo enjoyed it, too.
“I’m not into one-night flings, Noah,” he said, squirming in his seat, being all shy and shit.
Noah fucking enjoyed that part of him. A little innocence in the darkness that was Noah’s world, right there.
He hoped Mateo never overcame that. Noah wished when they were old and gray, he’d still give him a sly look while Mateo’s cheeks turned a shade of sinful crimson.
Shit, Noah hoped he’d live long enough to see that day with him, if Mateo would have him.
“Good,” he stated, “neither am I.”
Everything after that agreement was a blur.
Noah remembered texting Drew to let him know where he was.
He remembered walking Mateo home and being invited in.
The second Noah’s back slammed into the doorframe Mateo kissed him, surprising the shit out of him.
Mateo might be a book nerd, but he was strong as fuck.
When his hands went to the tab of Noah’s pants, Noah held his hands in place, trying to catch his breath. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Because it was what Noah wanted. Not only that, but after tonight, he was leaving for training and eventually mission prep.
There was still so much he had to tell Mateo.
So much they should discuss. Their life would be hard.
The Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell law was still in effect, which meant he could lose his job if the wrong person found out.
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “I know the ramifications, Noah.” His palm rubbed against the thick outline of Noah’s dick, and he groaned. “Shouldn’t you have a little happiness, too?”
Fuck... if it was with Mateo, he’d always be happy. Shit. Stop getting ahead of yourself. “Then let’s do this somewhere other than your front door.”
Mateo groaned. “Shit. Lost my head for a minute.”
Noah chuckled. “You and me both. I want you so fucking bad, I’m trying to be a gentleman about this.”
“Don’t be,” he rasped, going to his knees before tugging Noah’s zipper down. “No one said you had to be any other person, except for who you are.”
The second Mateo’s mouth wrapped around Noah’s cock; he was a simpering bitch.
The sound Noah made at the back of his throat would embarrass him for the rest of his life.
Sex was good, real fucking good. But Mateo.
.. He made tears leak from the corners of Noah’s eyes as he palmed Noah’s sac and squeezed while swallowing around him.
“Oh fuck...” He moaned. “Your mouth is so good, Mattie. Take more of me.” He let out a shaky breath, running his fingers through Mateo’s soft curly hair as he flexed his hips, sinking deeper.
While sucking Noah, Mateo yanked down his zipper and pulled his dick out. He was beautiful, uncut, and perfect. His tip leaked precum, dripping on the floor in front of him as he stroked himself. Mateo was going to make Noah blow just by the little show he was putting on.
The intensity building between them had Noah’s ass clenching and his hole throbbing. Tension kept him on edge. He was so fucking turned on by everything Mateo did, the room around them disappeared until they were the only two people who mattered.
He whimpered, and the vibration shot down Noah’s cock and into his balls, while his fist tightened in Mateo’s hair. “You want it, Mattie? You want my cum?”
He nodded, staring up at Noah with those fucking beautiful jewel-toned eyes of his. Saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth. His face was flushed. His pupils were blown from arousal. The tingle that unfurled in Noah’s gut spread to his spine. He wanted Mateo to swallow every bit of him.
“Do you spit or swallow?” Deep down, Noah didn’t care either way, but there was something primal about wanting to mark Mateo every way he could.
Rather than answer, he pushed his face to Noah’s groin and swallowed, setting off a chain reaction of events.
First, he was coming so hard, Noah couldn’t breathe.
Then the sound that emanated from him, forcing air back into his lungs, was one of reverence and hunger.
He hadn’t had much experience in receiving head, but fuck if he didn’t want more of it, especially if it was from Mateo.
Noah stumbled, hitting his back against the hallway entrance, going lightheaded as he continued to throb in Mateo’s mouth.
Below him, the pitch of Mateo’s moans went higher as he stroked himself.
He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Mateo’s release shot from his tip, covering the tile floor in white streaks.
Noah’s semi-hard dick went rigid at the sight, and he knew they were in for a long night.
“Please tell me you live alone.” No fucking way they’d stop to clean up messes.
If he had his way, they’d both be stumbling to Mateo’s bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind them.
“I do,” he said with a little smirk as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Fucker. He wanted to lick them clean. “Why?”
Noah hauled him up against my body with ease. For as fit as Mateo appeared, he was light. He got off on that, too. “Because I don’t think I’m making it to your room.”
Mateo shuddered. The flash of excitement and need written all over his face showed he felt the same. “Lube... We need lube.” He patted Noah’s chest, then ambled away only to return a few seconds later. “Here.”
“Boy Scout,” Noah mumbled.
“That’s me,” he teased, “always prepared.”
Tossing the lube onto the back of the couch, Noah flipped their positions, putting Mateo’s back to the wall.
Noah’s mouth crushed his as they both fumbled to remove each other’s clothes.
Their tongues tangled, and the taste of himself on Mateo’s tongue heightened the flash of pleasure simmering in Noah’s veins.
He wanted this to be good for them. No better than good.
He wanted Mateo addicted to him. To crave Noah as much as he craved Mateo.
This couldn’t end here. They had that spark. The recognition of finding that one.
Noah knew it.
When he finally stepped out of his jeans, Noah’s mouth dried up. Mateo was perfect in that trim, fit kind of way. He didn’t need bulky muscles or an overly defined body. He was beautiful. Naturally tanned with dusky nipples and a happy trail that led to his groomed, mouthwatering cock. “You’re—”
“Nothing like you,” Mateo whispered. “Holy shit, you’re ripped. I didn’t think people like you existed.” His fingertips traveled across Noah’s abs and along his sides. “You know, like mostly in movies. Never in real life.”
“You do wonders for my ego, Mattie,” Noah murmured, savoring the feel of his touch. “Guess I do everything at a hundred percent, including working out. Can’t be caught lacking in the field.”
He licked his bottom lip before tugging the flesh between his teeth. “And you want me?”
“So, fucking much it hurts,” Noah rasped.
“You could have anyone,” Mateo whispered.
“Quite possibly,” he answered, “but none of them would be you.”
Mateo trembled, standing there, naked with him.
Noah wanted him with a single-minded determination.
He wanted to cherish this. Take his time.
He was grateful he had a two-day pass off base, because if Mateo allowed it, Noah wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.
Wrapping his arms around Mateo, he held him close, afraid if he let go, Noah would wake up alone in his bunk, and all this would be a wonderful yet disappointing dream.
Mateo grabbed the lube, then Noah’s hand, and walked down the hall to the only other room beside the bathroom.
The anticipation racing through Noah’s veins made his heart pound.
There was an expectancy there. A culmination.
Weird as it sounded, a finality and a beginning.
He wondered absently if Mateo felt it too.
This thing is growing between them. (And he didn’t mean their dicks.
Because, damn, he ached for Mateo even more after he nutted hard enough to forget his name.)
“Fuck me,” Mateo murmured. “Right now. I don’t care how you do it. But if you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to scream.”
That was all Noah needed to hear. “Yes, sir.”
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” was the last thing he said as Noah kissed him, lifting him off the floor and placing him on the bed.
Noah stalked Mateo as he pushed back to the middle and grabbed a condom from the drawer. Mateo’s eyes were wide. His throat worked each time he swallowed. His chest rose and fell while the pulse at his throat throbbed. His cock jerked, leaking precum. “Any way I want?”
He nodded. His nostrils flared as Noah climbed up over him. “Y-Yes.”
“Good, because I want to stare into your soul as I stuff your ass full with my dick.” He slipped between Mateo’s thighs, pressing his knee to his taint. That flash of uncertainty in his dark-brown eyes only egged Noah on.
“Stop talking and do it,” Mateo grumbled.
He shook my head. “We’re doing this in my time.
Not yours. I won’t hurt you.” Slipping down his body, Noah reached for the lube while staring at the tastiest erection, he’d ever wanted to put my mouth on.
Mateo was the perfect thickness and size.
Not too big, but where he lacked in length, he filled out with girth.
For the first time in Noah’s life, he wondered what it would be like to bottom for him.
Only him.