“Later.” Theo agreed. He pushed himself up, my longing gaze tracking his movements.
“Later” he repeated with a soft grin “come on. I’m hungry.”
Jack and Stryker were discussing something in the kitchen when we entered; his dad was reading through paperwork at the table and Armelle was no where to be seen.
“Heya.” Jack greeted me. I waved back.
Stryker was looking at Theo, eyes scanning his clothed figure as if he were searching for something “try to be quiet. Later.” He murmured to him after a long moment, eyes glinting mischievously.
I felt my heart stop, and panic plastered itself onto Theo’s face. He shot me a desperate look that seemed a lot like a plea for help that I didn’t know how to give. The panic must have shown on both of our faces, because Stryker’s expression softened and he said, in a low voice “it’s not a problem. Unexpected, but I won’t tell anyone.”
I held his gaze for a moment, searching it for any signs that he was lying. Theo did the same; finding none, I nodded slowly whilst he let out a surprised laugh “no need to eavesdrop.”
“Wasn’t trying to.”
“Jerk.”
“Just saying, I’m planning on sleeping.”
“Piss off.”
Jack raised an eyebrow at us over his mug of coffee, clearly- and luckily- not having caught a word of our hushed back and forth.
The day was uneventful, mostly lounging around; that evening I went with Stryker to speak with Johnathan about the kidnapping situation, and when I returned Theo was passed out on the bed, lying on his stomach and wearing only a pair of sweatpants that he could do without.
Jack had gone to bed too.
“Theo” I murmured “hey”
He mumbled something incoherent.
“Theo” I whispered again, smiling.
“Wha’ time s’it?” He grumbled, rolling onto his back. I chuckled at how adorably out of it he was, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and beginning to strip “midnight?”
“Hm.” He squinted “‘m tired.”
“I know, lovely. You were sleeping.” The nickname slipped out, and I momentarily tensed, wondering if he’d say anything about it, but he didn’t seem to notice in his drowsy state
“I know.”
I smiled fondly, changing into a shirt and sweatpants and lying next to him.
“Would you like to visit my house tomorrow?” Theo asked in a mumble.
I stilled for a moment, the request unexpected, then nodded slowly “alright.”
I chuckled at Theo’s lazy grin.
“Sleep” I murmured, nudging him. Theo frowned slightly, turning over and kissing me roughly, almost needy. Pleased, Iclimbed on top of him and kissed him again. I looked down at him, voice husky,knowingthat my eyes had gone dark, “you’re so perfect, you know that?”
“I prefer hot.” Theo mumbled, already tugging at my shirt. I leaned down and licked at the dip of his collarbone, sucking on the skin. Theo hummed. The sound turned into a breathy moan, and he tugged on my hair, getting a moan out of me, too.
Theo kissed me once more, arching up into me, hands running down my back, tangling in my hair, as I supported myself on my elbows. We eventually broke away, both panting hard, with blown pupils, and I once again began kissing down Theo’s neck, sucking bruises into his skin. He whined.
“Thought you were tired?” I whispered
“Shut up.” He moaned, arching into my touch “fuck, I want you to fuck me.”
