out of his chest from happiness.
The kiss turned heated in no time, like it always seemed to with Noah. Alex, who’d always managed to keep a clear head, was now reduced to a mess of desire and need by a kiss that by all accounts was pretty chaste. Still, there was a tiny part of Alex’s brain that had managed to keep a resemblance of a level head and seemed to realize that if they kept it up, they’d soon be arrested for indecent exposure or something to that regard, and wouldn’t that just be a ball to explain to Noah’s mother?
Fighting every instinct that told Alex to just keep kissing Noah, he took a regretful step back.
He managed about an inch before Noah grabbed his biceps and pulled Alex back to him with such force that Alex slammed into Noah’s chest. Without pause, Noah maneuvered them to the opening of a tiny, unlit alleyway Alex hadn’t even noticed, and smashed his lips back to Alex’s. Alex was so startled at the turn of events that, for a moment, he forgot to breathe as Noah pushed him further between the dark brick walls and kissed him again. The outside world narrowed down to this one point of contact between him and Noah. It was the only thing that mattered.
Their lips fought for dominance and Alex looked around frantically, trying to find some place more private. Alex pushed at Noah until Noah retreated further into the shadows of the tiny street they were on, ending up in some kind of an abandoned-looking courtyard. Alex’s hands moved into Noah’s hair as he kept kissing Noah. His fingers clutched at the dark brown strands tightly as if he was trying to hold Noah in place by his hair, which was pointless since Noah was obviously not going anywhere.
He kissed Alex back with the same kind of desperate hunger that made the two of them forfeit all sense of decency and appropriateness or worry that somebody might see and take offense. Youthful bravado mixed with adrenaline and desire made for a bad combination, but Alex didn’t care.
Alex’s teeth clacked against Noah’s, their noses bumping as they pushed against each other, trying to get closer, even though there wasn’t even an inch separating them. Alex’s tongue slid into Noah’s mouth, and the guy moaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Alex’s heart was beating a wild tattoo in his ears, drowning out everything but the noises Noah made as Alex tore his lips from Noah’s. Noah let out a sound of protest, but Alex had already dove back in, latching on to Noah’s neck, kissing, sucking and biting his way from Noah’s ear to his collarbone. He wanted hickeys on Noah’s neck. He wanted the guy to look like he’d been attacked by a herd of angry werewolves so that when the crazy moment had passed, Alex would still have the pleasure to see his marks on Noah’s skin.
Noah’s hand moved lower over Alex’s chest and stomach until he found the button of Alex’s jeans. In a swift move, Noah opened it.
“Whatcha doing down there?” Alex panted in between the kisses he was laying on Noah’s neck.
“Need to touch.” The sound of the zipper running down was deafening even through the muffled noises of the street.
Noah pushed his hand into Alex’s jeans and palmed his cock. It was a tight fit, and Noah couldn’t really do much else than rub his hand over Alex’s aching dick, but even that slightly awkward contact was enough to make Alex see stars.
It took a minute, but Noah managed to find a rhythm that rendered Alex incapable to do anything but enjoy his body’s response to Noah’s actions. Alex leaned his forehead on Noah’s shoulder and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the sensations.
He was trying to be quiet, even though it was fucking difficult when all he wanted to do was howl in pleasure every time Noah slid his palm up and down or wrapped his fingers around Alex’s erection as best he could and squeezed. Noah’s other hand was on Alex’s back, pulling him forward. There was extra sensation from Noah’s hips that were also pushing into Alex with force, rutting against him.
Noah’s breath was choppy against Alex’s ear. He let out a shuddering breath after shuddering breath as he kept torturing Alex with his touch. Alex, at the same time, cursed his too-tight jeans that constricted Noah’s movements just enough that Alex was