Frequencies of Us Chapter 53: Bits and a Bite

Noah POV

It’s night now, back at St. Mark’s, and I’m in the dorm computer lab, my heart racing loud in my ears. My sneakers tap the floor, quick and soft, and my hands shake, sweaty and fast, because I’m hacking Ortiz’s email, fingers flying over keys, chasing the truth. I’m mad, mad at Caleb, at Lena, at Ortiz, and my face burns, hot and tense, because they’re framing Mateo, and I need proof. I crack the password, my fingers trembling bad, and my breath puffs, quick and rough, because there it is—Caleb’s deal, $500 for fake cans.

My gut sinks, heavy and fast, and my heart slams, wild and loud, because it’s real, he sold us out for cash, and Ortiz paid him. My legs shake, mad and pumped, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, because this is it, yeah, the hit we need. I want to shout, want to run to Mateo, but I hold still, my knuckles white on the mouse, because it’s proof, proof they’re liars, proof we’re right. My chest jumps, steamy and fast, and my face burns hotter, because it’s big, and I’m scared, scared but ready.

A St. Mark’s kid barges in, big and loud, shoving me hard, yelling, “Snitch!” My lip splits, blood hot on my chin, and my gut twists, tense and quick, because he’s mad, maybe sent by Lena. I yell, “Back off!” my voice cracking, shaky and wild, and my hands shake worse, pushing him away, because I’m fighting, yeah, fighting for proof, for Mateo. My chest heaves, air stuck, and my face burns, mad and raw, because it stings, bad, but I’m not stopping, not now. My legs tremble, ready to swing, and my throat’s sore, breaking out, because I’m done, done taking hits.

Mateo runs in, his sneakers skidding loud, and my chest flutters, warm and fast, because he’s here, always here. He dabs my lip with his sleeve, soft and fierce, saying, “You’re tough,” and my gut twists, steamy and alive, because his touch calms me, pulls me back. I smirk, “For you,” my voice low, flirty and raw, and my hands brush his, sending heat up my arms. My heart skips, wild and warm, and my breath mixes with his, hot and quick, because it’s him, yeah, keeping me steady, making me whole.

We duck into the hall, my hand locked in his, and my legs wobble, restless and hot, because he’s close, so close, and my throat’s tight, needing him bad. My chest buzzes, steamy and real, and my breath puffs, loud and fast, because he’s looking at me, eyes soft, making me feel alive. I pull him into an empty room, my heart thumping wild, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because I want him now, can’t wait. My hands grab his waist, fast and firm, pulling him against me, and my chest slams his, heartbeat pounding together.

I kiss him, hard and hungry, my lips smashing his, and he kisses back, just as needy, his hands gripping my shoulders. My skin burns, every touch lighting me up, and I shove him against the wall, my body shaking as I grind my dick into him, feeling him hard against me. My breath’s quick, hot on his mouth, and I groan, low and rough, my gut clenching as he moans, loud and desperate, sending heat straight to my cock. My hands rip his shirt up, fingers digging into his skin, warm and sweaty, and he gasps, sharp in my ear, making my heart pound, wild and fast.

My lips attack his neck, sucking hard, and he throws his head back, letting me bite, his hands yanking my hair. I thrust my hips, slow and deep, my dick rubbing him firm, and he pushes back, hot and wild, matching me perfect. My mouth hits his again, wet and sloppy, and I taste him, raw and sweet, my head spinning fast, lost in him, lost in us. My hands slide down, grabbing his ass, pulling him tight, and I grind harder, my cock throbbing as he shakes, hot and needy. His nails claw my back, sharp and real, and I groan louder, my body trembling, chasing the fuck, chasing him.

We’re locked together, hips slamming hard, the wall shaking loud. His tongue fucks mine, deep and fast, and my gut’s burning, tight and ready to blow. My breath’s ragged, lost in his moans, and my heart slams, loud and wild, because it’s him, making me hard, making me crazy. I press harder, my dick thrusting deep, and he moans louder, pulling me in, making me want to fuck him more, making me feel it all. My body shakes, cum building fast, and I kiss him rougher, tongues slamming, because it’s us, real, and nothing else matters.

A light flares, bright and sudden, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. I pull back, my breath heaving, my face burning red, and Mateo’s eyes snap to mine, dark and wild, lips swollen from me. It’s security, sweeping close, and Mateo pulls me down, whispering, “Hide!” his voice quick, tense. My gut twists, fast and scared, because they’re near, maybe on us, and my chest locks, air gone. Caleb’s text pings, “Lena’s got more,” and my hands stay tight with Mateo’s, warm and rough, because it’s us, still us, even now.

My head spins, mad and confused, and my heart thumps, loud and wild, because Caleb’s words hit hard, Lena’s got more tricks, and we’re caught, maybe. Mateo squeezes my hand, his breath fast, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because he’s here, fighting with me. My phone buzzes again, soft in my pocket, and my hands shake, pulling it out quick, my chest fluttering, steamy and alive. It’s Caleb, short and loud: “She’s at the shed.” My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I look at Mateo, close and sweaty, his eyes wide, needing to know.

I peek through the door crack, my eyes squinting into the dark, and my gut twists, hot and fast, because boots stomp, security closing in. My face burns hotter, and my hands shake, gripping Mateo tight, because it’s big, pulling us deeper, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, needing him to stay, needing us to beat this. A soft clack hits the floor, close and real, and my heart jumps, loud and fast. A pen rolls by my sneaker, scratched and cheap, kicked from somewhere, and my chest flutters, steamy and wild, leaving me waiting, tense and shaky, with Mateo’s breath hot on my neck.