Kaj pulled him, rounding the corner that led to the right wing of the building, and entered the bathroom. Kicking the door shut, he shoved Noah into a stall. It was cramped, and they stumbled when the side of his knee bumped against the toilet. Kaj didn’t seem to care, though. He looked desperate, dropping his backpack and unzipping their coats as he kissed Noah like he hadn’t done in months. Teeth. Tongues. Bites. He pressed him against the wall and continued with his belt and jeans.
“W-what are you doing?” Noah panted, sight blurry as his dick throbbed.
“What does it look like to you?” Kaj rasped, kneeling before him as he took him out of his boxers.
“We can’t do this here—oh fuck!” he moaned the moment his boyfriend sucked him deep into his throat.
“We. Can,” he said, slurping sounds between his words. “But you’re gonna have... to keep it low. Can you do that... for me?”
He nodded, slapping a palm over his mouth as Kaj attacked his cock again.
It was fast and fucking furious, almost violent. And although he should have known better and realized something was wrong with Kaj and this sudden, risky behavior after months of being a shadow of himself, his mind and every nerve in his body burned with lust. There was nothing else he could think about.
Noah weaved his fingers through Kaj’s golden locks and began to thrust, getting sloppy when ecstasy inundated his entire system, blocking all exits and trapping him inside his own greed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he gritted through his teeth, trying to keep his voice as low as humanly possible in this moment.
His toes curled in his boots, his back arched, and he exploded embarrassingly quickly, coming so much and so hard into his boyfriend’s mouth that he almost fainted. There was a dash of pain mixed with the pleasure that made him feel like he needed more. But he knew he wouldn’t have survived another blow job like that. His knees were wobbling with the aftershocks while Kaj hummed happily.
Once he was done licking him clean, Noah let himself slide to the floor, dizzy. He sat down, Kaj still kneeling between his legs, and sighed.
“Fuck, baby…”
Kaj smirked. “I know.” He kissed him again, sharing his own taste with Noah.
“I missed you…” He cupped his face, caressing his cheekbones with his thumbs.
“I missed you, too.”
The weeks following that day were unhinged. Kaj would drop to his knees anywhere, anytime—in the dressing room after EP, in their bedrooms, in the bathroom where Noah took singing lessons, at the cliff viewpoint outside of town. It didn’t matter if they made Val and Theo wait for them. He even snuck out at night and climbed through Noah’s window, often waking him up with a finger in his ass.
Some would call it assault because he hadn’t explicitly given him permission to do it, but it was exhilarating to be desired like that. If Noah had to complain about one thing, it would be the fact that Kaj didn’t let him reciprocate most days. And when he did, it was pinning him on the bed and shoving his cock down histhroat. Yet, he wouldn’t allow him to caress his stomach or his thighs, or grope his perfectly round asscheeks. Nothing.
Not that he mindedthatmuch. Noah was slowly discovering he liked to be used, as deviant as that made him. But he also loved relishing the delicious shivers that took over Kaj when he came.
This new dynamic was a little strange, but then again, it was Kaj. Noah didn’t question anything about his existence or behavior. He would take everything he offered. Was hopelessly in love with him, dazzled by the symmetrical silver dots in his irises, his smile, and the freckles on his back that looked like a constellation. Besides, if this was what he needed to get better, so be it. There were worse things he could have done to seek relief, like drinking or doing drugs.
One Thursday afternoon, during their brief winter holidays in February, they were at the Larsen’s, naked under the duvet as they came down from one more high. They’d been there all day. Never getting bored. Never running out of stamina. They were panting as the sky turned dark and the streetlamps lit up, alone in the house because Katja had gone away on a Valentine’s cruise or some shit like that with her friends. Either she didn’t care about Kaj or was fighting depression in her own way, because it wasn’t normal how emotionally unavailable she was. Noah would swear he’d caught her glaring at her stepson a couple of times. But he was probably imagining things.
“I’m hungry,” Noah murmured, making Kaj chuckle.
“Didn’t have enough dick yet?”
Noah slapped his chest before getting up to put on his boxers and the comfy clothes he wore around the house. “Shut up.”
“Wanna order something?” Kaj asked as he stepped into his sweats and threw a long-sleeved tee over his head.
“Nah. I bet we can find something to make a sandwich.”
“Okay. Sure.”
They were getting the bread and all the ingredients out of the fridge when the entrance door lock clicked. Cold wind blew inside and Jesper walked in. He looked at them, something flickering in his gaze as his jaw clenched, and the side of his mouth tugged up in...disgust?
“Hey—”
“What are you doing here?” Kaj spat, cutting Noah off as his entire body stiffened. “Katja’s not home.”
“I know,” he said, dropping his bag on the floor to take off his coat. “She told me about her trip.”
