The Kiss Thing (THIAM)

Chapter 10

"You did it."

Theo is staring at him wide-eyed.
Liam shrugs, throwing carelessly his shirt towards his bed.

"Yes."

"You tagged yourself on my abs" Theo repeats, following with his eyes the shirt landing with a muffled thud on the floor and then turning them back on Liam.

"That's what I said."

Theo keeps staring at him. He looks like he's about to ask why, but then Liam's naked shoulders shiver hitting the cold wall and Theo's warm lips are pressed against his.

Oh well. That went better than expected.

Not that Liam expected something, he never does when he opens his mouth, because he never actually plans to open his mouth on the first place, just like he never plans to tag himself on incredibly hot abs, it just happens, the way he found himself running naked through the forest during his third full moon. Liam feels like he's running naked now, the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the cold sharp wind that slaps his face, except that he's not, his body is very still and very pressed against the wall, and he's not naked, not completely at least, even though his shirt is far away from him, just like Theo's, and now there's so much naked skin brushing against his own, smoothed and tanned. Sure as hell he's not cold, Theo's tongue feels like fire in his mouth and Liam can totally feel a wet trail on his chin, because again, Theo doesn't really know how to kiss someone, but Liam can't find in him to mock him for it right now.

What Liam wants to do with every inch of his being is to find out if Theo's skin get so red in every part of his body with the same easiness it does on his nose and that's why he grabs his shoulders and shoves him hard.

Theo doesn't really know how to do anything, Liam corrects himself, because instead of taking the hint and starting to walk backwards towards the bed, he just falls on his ass, bringing Liam with him. He moans annoyed against his lips when Liam's knee sinks on his arm, but he has the decency to keep kissing him.

It's Liam who parts their lips a few seconds later, just to put an arm around his chest and the other hand under his ass –he totally didn't squeezed in purpose by the way- and throws him on the bed behind them, and then he's back on top of him, licking and biting. Theo's skin is soft under his teeth and it does get red on the neck too. Liam is pleased. So pleased that he doesn't even mind the blood that's coming from his own lower lips, where Theo bit him harshly because he's an asshole just like that.

Liam digs his fingers into his hair and pulls his head back, making Theo reveal his bare throat. He wants to accost his mouth and leave other red marks there too, but instead he lifts himself up and moves away a little, admiring the beautiful creature under him, on his bed, in his sweatpants, eyes closed. Liam has no idea what he did to find himself at this point in life, but whatever it is he's glad he did it.

Keeping his hold on Theo's hair, he brings his other hand on his chest, arching his fingers and tracing thin red lines with his human fingernails. He stops when he meets the soft grey fabric that does little to hide Theo's hardness under it.

Liam watches the bulge on Theo's sweatpants, which are actually Liam's sweatpants, and this make Liam's cock even harder than it already is, and it's not like Liam never got hard before, but his erection never had a voice, while now it has apparently and it's disturbing and creepy, especially because it's Mason's voice, and you probably shouldn't listen to your cock when it's talking to you with the voice of your best friend, but it's not like Liam can listen to any other voice right now, because his own brain stopped talking to him when Theo entered the room shirtless, or maybe even before, when he entered his house the first time, or actually when he threw him in the elevator that night, Liam is not really sure, but the point is that there's only one voice in his head right now and it keeps saying go lick your man and if there's a reason why he shouldn't do it, Liam can't remember it, so he leans and he does it, because why the hell not.