Sweaters & Cigarettes by Mika Fox Read Free Book Online

widen.
He lets his gaze wander across Max's naked torso, momentarily mesmerized.
    Tattoos. Tattoos.
    Of course Max has tattoos , Theo think to himself. ‘Cause it’s
not like he’s hot enough, as it is.
    There are several inked images along the
skin of his upper arms, some of them still incomplete, by the looks of it. Theo
is too distracted to pay attention to what they depict, exactly, but he can’t
help but stare at them, as his eyes trail over Max's bare chest, to his other
arm, taking it all in.
    Theo finds himself moving his hands up to
touch the inked skin on those arms, and Max lets him, at least for a moment.
Then he swoops back down and claims Theo’s mouth, and Theo closes his eyes
again, pulling him closer.
    Hands are everywhere, that pierced tongue
sliding along Theo’s bottom lip, before pushing into his mouth, Max's skin
smooth underneath Theo's hands, blood rushing downward, that sudden hardness
straining against the fabric of his jeans. Theo’s shirt comes off, expertly
discarded by Max's eager hands, and Theo is vaguely aware of it landing
somewhere on the floor. He’s breathing heavily now, wrapped up in a hot,
intoxicated haze, and he can feel his heart pounding frantically.
    Max moves to grab Theo’s hands in his own,
pressing them down against the mattress, on either side of Theo’s head, before
wrapping his fingers around his wrists. It sends a surge of excited fear
through Theo’s body, and he lets out a breathless moan as Max moves his mouth
down along his throat and his collarbone, kissing his chest. The kisses are
slow and hungry, and Theo closes his eyes, overwhelmed, as the sensation builds
and makes him squirm. He’s close. He can feel it.
    And that’s when he opens his eyes,
suddenly panicked.
    “Wait,” he manages to get out, desperate
for Max to stop what he’s doing right now, because he simply can’t take it,
embarrassing and ridiculous, as that is.
    Max's reaction surprises him, though. The sound
that comes out of his mouth is one of almost whiny impatience, almost as though
he’s in pain, and Theo freezes and just stays completely still, as Max stops
kissing him and instead rests his forehead against Theo’s bare chest.
    “Um,” Theo says hesitantly after a second,
not moving, and Max groans loudly against his skin.
    “I swear, you’ll be the death of me,” he
murmurs, and Theo swallows hard.
    “Sorry,” he says, in lack of anything
else, but Max looks up then and meets his gaze. His blue eyes are shining,
practically glowing with impatient arousal. Just the sight of it makes Theo’s
entire body tense up.
    “No,” Max says. “No, I’m just…
overreacting.”
    He sighs heavily. Theo doesn’t need to
tell him more explicitly that he wants them to stop, he gets it. Although, Theo
isn’t quite sure why he wants it to stop; it’s not like he’s not
enjoying it.
    “It’s fine.” Max closes his eyes for a
moment, as though trying to calm down. “You might actually be killing me,
though.”
    He says it lightly, and Theo relaxes a
bit, but he still feels a bit self-conscious at Max's words. Not to mention
that reaction.
    Max lets out another sigh and opens his
eyes. They’re calmer now, not as intense, but it’s still painfully obvious that
he’s holding back. He leans in slightly, scans Theo’s face with those eyes,
before planting a soft kiss on his mouth. It’s soft, but it’s also hungry, and
he pulls away after only a second.
    “Alright,” he says, moving his mouth
lightly down along Theo’s throat, until he reaches his collarbone, where he presses
his lips against the bare skin. It’s enough to make Theo shiver, and Max moves
his hands away from Theo’s wrists, slowly, as though he really doesn’t want to.
    “Put your shirt back on,” Max says,
getting up, so that he’s sitting on top of Theo, rather than almost lying down
against him. “My self-discipline can only amount to so much.”
    Theo just looks at him, and Max quirks an
eyebrow,