CHAPTER 4: CROSSING THE LINE

NOAH'S POV

He smelled like warm milk.

Having him tucked against my chest, feeling the fast skip of his heart against my arm, was the first time in years that I felt like I could actually breathe.

I wasn't a straight guy having a moment of weakness... I was a man who had finally caught what I had been hunting for two years.

I remembered the first time I saw him, it was Freshman year. Northcott was a joke of a team, but Calix Sinclair played like he was fighting for his soul. He was lean, but fast, and had eyes that burned with a fire I had never felt.

I had walked off the ice that day realizing that I wanted to keep him to myself by all means possible.

I pulled his back closer to my chest, ignoring his struggle. Every time he fought me, it just made me want to hold on tighter.

I thought about the hidden folder on my phone. Hundreds of photos… of Calix laughing with Miller by a food truck. Calix walking to class with his gear bag slung over his shoulder. Calix looking tired and beautiful under the blinking lights of that rotting Northcott rink.

I would even spend hours parked in my tinted car outside his school, just watching him exist. And every single time I saw him was more than enough to lift my mood, and... get me horny... even as much as I hated to admit that.

“Can I kiss you?” The question felt like it cost me every ounce of pride I had left.

His eyes looked at me like I was a ghost. “Noah—” He started, with a crack in his voice, then tried to push me away again, but I didn't give him the chance.

I grabbed both of his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head against the pillow.

He was strong, but I was stronger and bigger, and the adrenaline of finally having him where I wanted him gave me an edge he couldn't beat.

“Stop fighting, Calix,” I rasped as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, pouring two years of hunger into the kiss, and Fuck! His lips were even softer than I imagined.

Calix made a muffled sound of protest against my mouth, his body jerking beneath mine as he tried to free his hands, but I was too deep In lust to care. I leaned more of my weight into him, letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere, and letting him feel the size of me that I couldn't control any longer.

I nipped at his bottom lip, a silent command for him to open up and to my shock, he did. His mouth parted, a shaky intake of air that I caught with my own.

Calix stopped fighting.

He started to kiss me back, his movements clumsy and hesitant at first like he was discovering a language he didn't know he could speak. If this was his first kiss, I was glad I was the one to take it. I wanted to take everything from him until there was nothing left for anyone else.

When I finally pulled back, we were both gasping for air, the silence of the room filled only with the sound of our heavy breathing.

Calix’s face was flushed a deep, beautiful red. His black curly hair was a mess against the pillow, and his eyes were wide and wet. He looked so confused and ruined, and he had never looked cuter.

I let go of his wrists, but I didn't move away. I stayed hovering over him, watching the way his chest rose and fell. I reached down, my thumb tracing the swollen line of his lower lip, and feeling a victorious smile spread across my face.

The feel of his body under mine was doing things to me that I couldn't name or control. I could feel every shift of his hips, and my cock responded, pressing hard against the inside of my jeans.

Calix stopped moving as his eyes darted down, and I watched as the realization appeared on his face. He could feel my hardness.

His cheeks burned even darker, and his hands instantly shoved at my chest. "Get off me, you pervert!” He shouted, but I caught his wrists, and kissed him again, much harder this time.

I swallowed his protests, and devoured the sound of his struggle until it melted into something else. Calix's lips parted on instinct as his hands slid up, his trembling fingers moving through the hair at the back of my head, and pulling me closer.

When a low beautiful moan escaped him., I pulled back just enough to breathe, pressing my forehead against his.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered breathlessly.

His eyes shot wide open.

But I didn't wait for an answer. I sat up, grabbed my shirt, and tore it over my head, then I reached for his shirt, pulling it up, and he lifted his arms without a word, letting me strip him naked.

Then we were chest to chest.

I lowered myself back down, and the feeling of his small and warm body against mine sent a sweet shudder through me.

I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the gasp in his breath, and the way his hands roamed my back, pulling me closer like he didn't want to let go anymore, and like he couldn't get enough.

My hips instinctively pressed into his, and I could feel my cock hard and aching against his thigh.

To my shock, he spread his legs wide open and wrapped them around my waist, and—

SLAM!

The door suddenly flung open.

Ariana stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, and her hands clamped over her mouth, staring at us.