You All Over Me [BxB]

Twenty-Seven

The phone ringing resonates through the room, gradually fading into the background until it becomes nothing more than distant noise, leaving only the sound of their hearts thumping in the confined space.

As the weight of their intimate moment begins to sink in, Jacob grabs Theodore's waist and draws him even nearer, delicately caressing the back of his head. The electric and mounting passion drives Theodore to instinctively withdraw, his chin trembling, their foreheads pressed in tender contact.

"Theo," Jacob begins to speak, but Theodore halts him with an urgent plea. "No, don't say anything..."

Tell him.

Tell! Him!

Without breaking gaze, he states, "I'm not drunk. I know what I'm doing. You don't have an excuse now. Unless you... Unless you don't feel the same anymore—"

Someone enters the shower room, humming a tune, their steps edging nearer to their stall.

A sly smile escapes Jacob's lips, and he extends his arm past Theodore's shoulder, swiftly tugging the shower curtain closed.

An alarm blares in Theodore's head. "Jake?"

"Hm?"

Jacob's right hand lingers on the small of Theodore's back, his left hand cupping his cheek.

Surely Jacob wouldn't.

"What're you thinking about?"

"N-Nothing."

"Good."

Theodore couldn't be more wrong.

Jacob unleashes his pent-up feelings and dives in for a fiery kiss—their lips crashing together in a turbulent fusion of frustration, need, and lust.

Theodore's knees buckle as Jacob's hands travel all over him, their slick, bare, and wet skin tangled in heat. How long has it been since someone's touch made him unravel?

The tap turns on in one of the stalls, and panic grips him. He attempts to wriggle free, but Jacob holds him tighter and fires up the shower, muffling the sounds coming from their cubicle, water glistening where their bodies meet.

He can feel Jacob's heartbeat, fast and thunderous, every heavy throb in sync with his own. Jacob recklessly switches position with him, and Theodore's back hits the wall. The chilly sensation startles him, but Jacob doesn't give him room to react, sealing his lips over his and sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Theodore lets him.

Draws him closer.

More.

Jacob traces his jaw with his tongue, and Theodore's fingers dig into Jacob's back.

Theodore's quite certain they'll leave marks in the morning.

A rush of heat floods Theodore's lower belly as he feels himself fully erect—with Jacob pressing against him, just as hard.

Jacob hungrily pushes forward, one knee pressing between Theodore's thighs, both hands braced against the wall, holding him captive. Theodore moans, but quickly catches himself. He tilts his head sideways, a desperate attempt to take a short break as he wheezes for air. Undeterred, Jacob continues to pepper him with kisses. 

"Just give me a moment... I need to... I need to catch my breath."

The water in the other stall stops running, and Jacob holds up a finger to his lips. Once the person leaves, Theodore exhales sharply and turns off the shower.