Unhinged by Onley James

Noah’s cheek stung but his cock throbbed from Adam’s slap, and when Adam reached down and wrapped his hands around Noah’s throat, tugging him to his feet, a shiver of awareness shot through his whole body, thoughts of everything but the two of them slipping away.

Adam’s mouth took his in a greedy kiss that brought Noah up onto his toes, a tiny whimper escaping. His hand slid from Noah’s throat to grip his chin tightly between thumb and forefinger, holding him in place so he could lick over his bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before darting his tongue inside once more.

Noah’s whole body flushed, pleasure rolling over him. It was hardly Noah’s first kiss. It wasn’t even his first kiss with Adam, but the possessive way he explored Noah’s mouth had him grasping at Adam’s waistband, desperate for something to hold onto.

“I want your mouth on me,” Adam murmured into his open mouth. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, baby?”

Noah swallowed hard, tongue sliding out to wet his lower lip. He gave a stilted nod, brain hazy as he sank to his knees. He felt like a virgin, hands shaking as he fumbled to undo Adam’s belt and open his zipper, tugging the denim down. When the jeans pooled at Adam’s feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them free, fingers knotting in Noah’s hair, forcing his mouth against the rigid outline of his cock.

Noah inhaled deeply, eyes rolling at Adam’s scent, mouthing over the fabric of his underwear, noting it was already damp. Was Adam just as hot for him? Seemed hard to believe. He hooked his fingers into Adam’s waistband, dragging the underwear to mid-thigh before going back to nosing along the length of his now freed erection. His cock was perfect, heavy, and flushed, leaking at the tip. And Noah ached to taste it.

Sitting back on his heels, he gripped Adam’s length, tonguing at his slit and relishing the bitter pre-cum. Moaning, he leaned forward to suck him, head bobbing awkwardly with Adam’s fingers still tangled in his hair.

Adam yanked his head back, the sharp tug pulling another harsh sound from him. He looked down at Noah, his voice a warm rasp. “Oh, you can do better than that. Open your fucking mouth and show me how bad you want it.”

Adam’s words shot lightning through Noah’s core, stoking a fire within him. He did as he was told, lips parting, but unable to do more with Adam controlling his movements. He didn’t have to wait long. Adam fed him his cock an inch at a time, the weight heavy on his tongue, the tang of his skin making Noah’s already hard dick leak behind his zipper. His hands settled on Adam’s thighs, the hair tickling his palms, as he lost himself in making Adam feel good, sucking greedily.

Adam wasn’t done playing with him, though. He would pull free from Noah’s lips, only to slide back in deeper each time until he was fucking into Noah’s mouth in a brutal rhythm, stopping only to pull out and slap his cock on Noah’s tongue, like he was getting too close, too fast. The thought made Noah shiver.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” Adam muttered, his voice a harsh whisper. “Open up a little more. That’s it,” he crooned. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He blew out a harsh breath, teeth clenched as he said, “That’s my good boy.”

Noah moaned around Adam’s cock, half afraid he might embarrass himself by coming in his pants just from his words and how much he seemed to love Noah’s mouth on him.

He grunted in pain as Adam’s other hand joined the first, twisting in his hair, holding him in place so he could drive into Noah’s throat, cutting off his air and triggering his gag reflex, his muscles convulsing around Adam’s cock until the world grew hazy. It was painful…terrifying…and also the single hottest moment of Noah’s life to date.

Adam held him hostage, hips moving in tiny aborted thrusts, his pubic hair tickling Noah’s nose as his air supply ran out.

Adam’s next words dragged over Noah’s ragged nerves like silk, his voice panting and raw. “That’s it. There you go. You’re doing so good. Just a little more. Oh, fuck. A little more. You’re so tight. So fucking tight for me.”

Noah’s blunt nails scratched at Adam’s thighs, eyes watering and saliva filling his mouth as a sense of euphoria kicked in. Just when he thought he might lose consciousness, Adam pulled free, jerking Noah’s head back. Tears streamed down his face as he took in big, gulping breaths, lungs burning like he’d just been pulled from the water.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Adam murmured as he smeared his cock over Noah’s spit-slick lips.

Noah’s heart hammered in his ears, his whole body trembling. Fuck. There was definitely something wrong with him because he just wanted more. He wanted Adam to use him up, take what he wanted, uttering those filthy words while he did it. Even if it fucking killed him.

Adam’s gaze softened a little as he looked at him. “You’re so pretty, baby. You like being on your knees for me?”

Noah’s cock throbbed at his words. “Yeah,” he said, breathless.

Adam smiled, his hand running along Noah’s cheek. “Yeah? You like being good for me?”

“Yes,” Noah managed, blood on fire.

Adam slapped his face once again, a little harder this time. “I bet you’d like being bad for me even more.”

Noah’s brain fell briefly offline, wondering what being bad for Adam might look like. Adam dragged him to his feet before pulling him in for another dirty kiss. “I want you naked. Now,” he snarled, pushing him away.

Noah struggled to lose his clothes under Adam’s careful scrutiny. It was easier when they’d just been hot and heavy in Noah’s trailer, but now, in Adam’s room with its vast lighting, the differences in their appearances were glaring. Not that Noah thought he was ugly, but he was shorter than Adam, his body soft where his was hard, pale where his was golden brown.

But when he looked up, Adam was studying him with a wolfish look. “On the bed.” Noah sat heavily, mouth dry as Adam lost his underwear. Noah reached for him, but he shook his head. “Uh-uh, not like that. I want you on all fours.”

Shock reverberated through Noah. Was Adam going to fuck him? Something shivered deep inside at the thought of him working Noah open, sliding his cock home, driving into him. He needed to shut down his brain before he came untouched just thinking about all the things Adam might do. He was already so close.

Noah did as he was told, feeling weirdly vulnerable, naked with his back to Adam. Not afraid exactly, just aware, every one of his senses on high alert.

The bed dipped behind him and then Adam’s blunt nails gently scraped along the backs of Noah’s thighs, causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin, before disappearing. “I like you like this,” Adam mused. He trailed his finger between Noah’s cheeks, teasing over his hole. “Completely open to me.”

Noah sucked in a sharp breath as Adam’s hand cracked across his ass, fire trailing in its wake. He whimpered when Adam’s lips ghosted over the abused flesh before his hand came down hard on the other side. Noah bit down on his bottom lip, stifling another helpless noise as Adam’s mouth soothed that wound, too.

He braced himself for the next slap, but it never came.

Noah cried out as Adam’s tongue suddenly laved over his entrance. “Fuck,” he whined, falling to his forearms, back arching, hands fisting in Adam’s pillowcase. “Oh, God.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Arch your back for me. Fuck, you taste amazing,” Adam growled against him, gripping Noah’s hips, holding him still so he could bury his face in the heart of him, mouthing over his hole.

Noah couldn’t think of a response. He couldn’t think at all. He dragged the pillow closer, burying his face, moaning like a whore when Adam’s hand closed around his aching cock, working just the head, thumbing over his slit as he stroked in time with the tongue probing Noah’s hole. He wasn’t going to last.

When Adam’s mouth slid lower, to suck Noah’s balls, he ripped his face from the pillow. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please.” He knew he was babbling, fucking Adam’s tightened fist, eyes rolling as he picked up the pace. “Please, Adam. I need to come.” Another desperate noise fell from his lips as he picked up the pace. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Please. Please. I’m so close. I’m so close. Just a little more. Please, Adam…”

The sound Adam made was animalistic, teeth sinking into Noah’s ass cheek before going back to spearing his tongue against his hole. “You gonna come for me, baby?” he asked.

Noah was nodding, even though Adam couldn’t see him, his hands mangling his fancy pillowcase as pleas continued to spill from his lips. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Right there. Oh, yes. Please, Adam,” Noah begged. “Please, can I come?”

Adam chuckled. “You can come, baby. Let me hear you.”

One more twisting pull of Adam’s hand over Noah’s cock and he was gone, crying out as he spilled onto the comforter, Adam’s hand working him until he batted it away with a hiss of pain.

Noah’s stomach fluttered when Adam rumbled, “My turn,” flipping Noah onto his back and dragging him down the bed before crawling over him.

He gripped the headboard with one hand, feeding Noah his cock with the other. His hands flailed before finally coming to rest on Adam’s ass, muscles flexing beneath his fingertips with each shallow thrust. His panting grunts and the increasingly protesting headboard told Noah that Adam was close, but that was his only warning. Then he was pulling free of Noah, jerking himself a few more times before cum painted over his lips, his tongue, his cheeks. Once more, Adam rocked forward, smearing his cock over the mess on Noah’s face before slipping back in for Noah to suck him clean.

When he had nothing left, Adam sat back on Noah’s chest, panting, a smile spreading across his face as he used his thumbs to attempt to clean Noah off. He finally rolled off Noah and the mattress, grabbing his t-shirt, carefully wiping Noah’s face before cleaning himself off and tossing it away.

“You okay?” he asked, smiling soft enough to make Noah’s heart ache.

Noah nodded. “Yeah, better than okay. You?”

“I’m good. Yeah,” Adam said. Noah’s smile faded as Adam leaned down and kissed him softly. “That was really hot.”

Noah shook his head in wonderment. “You’re definitely too good to be true.” His eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Adam’s responding grin was teasing. “I’m a murderer. And you”—he dipped his head once more to trail kisses over Noah’s chest—“are sexy as hell. I love how you just babble whenever you’re about to come. It drives me crazy.”

Noah snickered. “Thanks?”

When Adam laid down beside him, Noah snuggled up against him, letting his fingers trace the outlines of his tattoos. The snake he’d seen that first night wrapped around Adam’s neck. But there was also a butterfly in the center of his chest with angel wings on either side, a rose on either arm and a dagger piercing his side. All seemingly unrelated but, somehow, all Adam.

Noah wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do now. He’d already slept with Adam—just slept—but most of his sexual encounters ended with him rolling out of bed and shoving his clothes on before the cum had even dried on the sheets. He didn’t know if he was supposed to stay and cuddle, sleep in Adam’s arms. Should he leave? Or at least offer to go?

Before he could think on it too much, Adam’s phone began to vibrate from somewhere over the edge of the bed. It had to be after midnight. “Who’s that?”

Adam groaned, not even bothering to look. “One of my idiot brothers, I’m sure.”

Noah frowned. “You’re not going to answer it?”

Adam’s fingers began to trail along Noah’s arm. “If they’re calling this late, they want something. If I don’t answer, I can pretend I was sleeping.”

Noah mulled that over while Adam’s phone vibrated three more times, then stopped, before starting once more.

On the third attempt, Noah said, “I don’t think they’re going away.”

Adam blew out a breath through his nose like an angry bull, crawling to the foot of the bed to fish his phone from his jeans pocket. “What?” he growled into the phone. “I’m busy, can’t this wait?” Noah could hear a tinny sounding voice speaking rapid-fire but not what was said. “In the morning. No, in the morning. August, I’m fucking naked in bed. I was almost asleep. Yes, I was. None of your business?” Adam’s mouth formed a hard line as the voice once again spoke angrily. “Oh, my God. Fine. Fine. Fuck you.”

When he disconnected, he looked at Noah. “I gotta go to my dad’s for an hour or so.” Noah’s heart sank, but he sat up, prepared to find his clothes. Adam’s hand pushed him back onto the mattress as he crawled over him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting my clothes?” Noah said, frowning.

“Did I say you could go?” Adam asked, his voice sexy enough to make Noah’s dick try to rally.

“You don’t want me to leave?”

“No, stay here and wait for me. Naked. I love having you naked in my bed.”

Noah hated the smile he could feel forming on his face. “You sure?”

Adam gazed at him with that same feral tenacity that sent a knife of pleasure through his belly. “I’m positive.” He kissed him deeply. “Besides, who says I’m done with you yet?”