Frequencies of Us Chapter 40: Kisses and a Clash

Noah POV

I’m under the bleachers, the air cool and dusty, my hands fidgeting in my pockets. My chest feels full, jumpy, since yesterday at the track. Mateo said, “You’re not bad,” his eyes soft, and I grinned, “You’re better,” easy and real, fixing us more. That buzz, “Together,” hummed in my head all night, warm and sweet, pulling me to him. Now we’re here, hiding out after school, my gut twisting, hot and happy, because he’s close, and I want him, bad.

He leans on a beam, hoodie loose, smirking soft, and my heart thumps, loud and fast. My face gets hot, quick and dumb, and my feet shuffle, kicking dirt, because he’s here, real and flirty, and my stomach flips, warm and wild. I step closer, slow and shaky, my breath puffing soft, and my chest flutters, steamy and fast, because it’s him, with me, and it’s big, pulling me in. My hands slip out, trembling a little, and my eyes catch his, dark and shiny, making my gut twist, hot and real.

I lean in, slow and sure, my lips finding his, soft and warm. My heart slams, loud and wild, and my hands grab his face, gentle but firm, because it’s steamy, real, and my skin buzzes, hot and alive. My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and my chest aches, flirty and deep, because he’s kissing back, slow and good, and my gut flips, warm and fast. His lips move with mine, shaky but there, and my face burns, red and sweaty, because it’s us, yeah, and it’s big, lighting me up.

His hands shake, grabbing my jacket, pulling me closer, and my heart skips, loud and fast. My knee brushes his, warm and solid, and my stomach twists, steamy and wild, because he’s in it, all in, and my chest flutters, hot and real, feeling him want me too. My lips press harder, slow and deep, and my breath puffs, loud in my ears, because it’s flirty, love, hitting me hard. My hands slide, warm on his cheeks, and my gut twists, pulling tight, because he’s mine, right now, and it’s good, messing me up.

He pulls back, just a bit, breathing fast, and my chest heaves, shaky and wild. My face burns hotter, and my hands stay, trembling on him, because he’s close, too close, and my heart slams, loud and fast. He whispers, “This is us,” voice low, rough, and my gut flips, warm and soft, because it’s real, yeah, and my chest aches, steamy and deep, hearing him say it, meaning it. My breath shakes, stuck again, and my eyes lock on his, dark and soft, because it’s love, pulling me in, keeping me here.

I grin, small and dumb, leaning in again, my forehead touching his, warm and sweaty. My heart thumps, loud and wild, and my hands slip down, brushing his neck, because it’s flirty, close, and my gut twists, hot and fast, liking this, needing this. His breath hits my face, quick and soft, and my chest flutters, steamy and real, because he’s here, kissing me back, and my face burns, red and wild, because it’s us, easy and big, fixing everything.

Yells cut through, loud and mean, from the track above. “Fags down there!” some jock shouts, voice sharp and close, and my stomach drops, cold and fast. My heart slams, loud and wild, and my hands shake, bad now, pulling off Mateo quick. My chest locks up, air gone, and my face burns, hot and scared, because they’re near, too near, and my gut twists, sour and raw, shattering it, breaking us. My breath puffs, loud and quick, and my eyes flick up, dirt falling through the slats, because they’re coming, yelling, and it’s bad, hitting me hard.

Mateo stiffens, stepping back, eyes wide, and my chest aches, steamy and tense, because he’s scared, I see it, and my heart skips, loud and fast. My hands shake, restless, grabbing my jacket, and my gut flips, cold and wild, because it was good, yeah, but now it’s messy, pulling us apart. My face burns hotter, red and sweaty, and my throat gets tight, dry and sore, because they’re loud, close, and my breath shakes, stuck in my chest, needing him still, scared he’ll run.

“Shut up!” I yell, voice cracking, loud, kicking the beam hard, and my heart slams, wild and fast. My chest heaves, hot and raw, and my hands clench, shaky and dumb, because I’m mad, scared, and my gut twists, steamy and tense, holding onto us, fighting this. Mateo grabs my arm, quick and firm, pulling me back, and my stomach flips, warm and fast, because he’s here, staying, and my chest flutters, flirty and real, even now, even with them yelling.

We stand, close and quiet, breathing hard, and my head buzzes, his whisper, their shouts, spinning fast, making me jumpy. My chest feels tight, my face hot, and my hand finds his, sweaty and shaky, because it’s us, yeah, but tense, and my heart thumps, loud and wild. My breath puffs, quick and loud, and my gut twists, steamy and raw, because they’re up there, laughing, and we’re down here, holding on, scared but together, pulling tight.

The yells fade, slow and rough, moving off, and my chest aches, hot and wild, because it’s quiet now, but my heart slams, loud and fast, still feeling them, still tense. My hand squeezes his, warm and firm, and my gut flips, flirty and fast, because he’s here, not running, and my face burns, red and sweaty, needing this, needing him. My breath shakes, loud in the dust, and my eyes flick to him, quick and shy, seeing his jaw tight, scared but soft, and my chest flutters, steamy and real, holding us close.

It’s just us again, bleachers creaking soft, and my head buzzes, his kiss, their yell, playing over and over, making me shaky. My chest feels tight, my gut twisting, and my hand stays in his, warm and close, because it’s love, yeah, and it’s big, pulling me in. My breath puffs, soft and quick, and my heart thumps, loud and wild, because we’re tense, yeah, but here, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, wanting more, wanting him safe.

Then it drops, a soft thud, low and close, from above us. My head snaps up, heart jumping fast, and my eyes squint, seeing a candy wrapper float down, slow and flirty, landing in the dirt. My gut twists, warm and steamy, and my hands shake, bad now, gripping his tighter, because it’s dumb, yeah, but sweet, pulling me back to us. My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I grin, small and shy, because it’s him, always him, and it’s real, lighting me up. My phone buzzes, soft and quick, making me jump.

I pull it out, hands trembling, unknown number, one word: “Hold.” My chest flutters, hot and wild, and my eyes flick to Mateo, tense but close, hand in mine, pulling tight. My heart slams, loud and fast, and my breath shakes, steamy and alive, because it’s us, here, now, caught in the quiet. The wrapper sits, soft and still, glowing in the dust, and my gut twists, warm and wild, because it’s him, with me, and I’m shaky, waiting, with something sweet and steamy settling between us.