Frequencies of Us Chapter 56: Shadows and a Shiver

Noah POV

I’m crouched behind the shed, heart pounding loud in my ears, my sneakers digging into the dirt. Dad’s truck just screeched past, tires kicking up dust, and I can still hear the engine growling somewhere close. My chest feels tight, like it’s squeezing me, and my hands are sweaty, shaking a little. Mateo’s next to me, his breath fast and hot, brushing my cheek. We’re hiding, pressed close, and all I can think about is him—his smell, his heat, the way he makes me feel alive.

I grab his arm, my fingers tight on his skin, and pull him deeper into the shed’s corner. The air’s thick, dusty, and the shadows wrap around us like a blanket. My heart’s slamming hard now, not just from Dad, but from him—Mateo, so close I can feel his chest moving with every breath. I look at him, his eyes dark and wild, and something snaps inside me. I can’t wait anymore.

I lean in, slow, my lips finding his, and it’s like fire hits me. His mouth is soft, warm, and I kiss him deep, pushing my tongue in, tasting him. He kisses back, hard, his hands grabbing my shoulders, pulling me tighter. My stomach flips, hot and fast, and I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs, hard and smooth under my fingers. I tease them, dragging my nails light across his skin, and he shivers, a little moan slipping out. It makes me crazy.

“You’re all I want,” I whisper, my voice shaky, my lips brushing his. My dick’s hard now, pressing against my jeans, and I shift closer, pushing it against his thigh. He feels it—I know he does—because his breath catches, loud and rough, and his hands slide down my back, gripping me like he’s scared I’ll disappear. Our breaths mix, hot and fast, and it’s like the world’s gone—just us, here, now.

I kiss him again, harder this time, my tongue sliding deep, and he groans into my mouth, low and needy. My hands move fast, yanking his shirt up, and I press my chest to his, skin on skin, heat exploding between us. I grind my hips forward, my dick rubbing his thigh, and it feels so good I can’t think straight. “Fuck, Mateo,” I gasp, my voice breaking, and he grabs my ass, pulling me closer, his fingers digging in.

I shove him back a step, pinning him against the shed wall, and my hands drop to his jeans. I fumble with the button, my fingers shaky, but I get it open, yanking them down just enough. His dick springs free, hard and thick, and my mouth goes dry, my heart slamming faster. I wrap my hand around it, tight, and stroke him slow, feeling him pulse under my grip. He moans, loud, his head tipping back, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Noah,” he groans, his voice rough, and it sends a jolt straight to my dick. I stroke him faster, my thumb rubbing the tip, slick with precum, and he bucks into my hand, panting hard. I can’t take it—I drop to my knees, the dirt cold under me, and take him in my mouth. He’s hot, salty, filling me up, and I suck him deep, my tongue swirling around him. His hands grab my hair, tugging hard, and he thrusts, slow at first, then faster, fucking my mouth like he can’t stop.

I moan around him, the sound vibrating, and he curses, “Fuck, yes,” his hips jerking. My dick’s throbbing now, aching in my jeans, and I reach down, rubbing myself through the fabric, desperate for more. I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks, and he’s shaking, his moans getting louder, filling the shed. I feel him tense, his dick twitching, and then he’s cumming, hot and thick down my throat. I swallow it all, greedy, my own body trembling as I keep rubbing myself, so close I can taste it.

He pulls me up, fast, his hands rough on my arms, and kisses me, deep and messy, tasting himself on my tongue. “Your turn,” he mutters, his voice low, and my stomach flips again, heat rushing through me. He spins me around, shoving me against the wall, and yanks my jeans down. My dick’s out now, hard and leaking, and he grabs it, stroking fast. I gasp, loud, my head falling back, and he presses against me, his chest hot on my back.

“Want you so bad,” he growls in my ear, and then I feel him—his dick, still half-hard, sliding between my thighs. He thrusts, slow and teasing, rubbing against me, and I moan, my hands clawing the wall. His hand pumps my dick, tight and fast, and I’m shaking, heat building low in my gut. “Cum for me, Noah,” he says, his breath hot on my neck, and that’s it—I’m gone. I cum hard, spilling over his hand, my whole body jerking, a loud groan ripping out of me.

We’re panting, pressed together, his arms around me, holding me up. My legs feel weak, my heart still racing, and I turn my head, kissing him slow, soft this time. “You’re everything,” I whisper, my voice raw, and he smiles, small and sweet, his forehead resting on mine. My chest feels full, warm, like he’s all I need to breathe.

But then my phone buzzes in my pocket, sharp and loud, and my heart jumps, cold slicing through the heat. I fumble it out, hands still shaky, and see Caleb’s text glowing on the screen: “She’s got him.” My stomach drops, fast and heavy, like a rock hitting water. Lena. The pics. My mind spins, fear clawing up my throat. What if she’s got us—me and Mateo, caught, exposed? My hands tighten on the phone, and Mateo looks at me, his eyes narrowing.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low, worried. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out—just that sick feeling twisting inside me. If she outs us, it’s over. Everything we’ve got, this secret we’re fighting for—it’s gone. My chest hurts, panic mixing with the warmth still buzzing under my skin, and I look at him, scared, needing him to say it’s okay.

Before he can, there’s a noise—tires crunching gravel, close, too close. My head snaps up, and I see headlights flare through the shed’s cracked window, bright and mean. My heart stops, then slams back, hard and fast. Dad. He’s back, hunting me, and now he’s gonna find us—me and Mateo, half-naked, cum still sticky on our hands. My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I grab Mateo’s arm, pulling him down low.

“Noah?” he whispers, his voice tight, but I can’t answer—my eyes are locked on the light, getting brighter, closer. The truck stops, engine growling loud, and I hear his voice, rough and mad, yelling my name. “Noah! Get out here now!” My whole body freezes, ice in my veins, and Mateo’s hand squeezes mine, warm but shaky.

Then my phone buzzes again, and I look down, heart pounding so loud it hurts. Another text, unknown number this time, just three words: “I see you.” My breath stops, my eyes wide, staring at the screen. The headlights flicker, the shed door creaks open slow, and a shadow moves—tall, dark, coming right for us. My chest locks up, fear choking me, and Mateo’s grip tightens, his breath fast on my neck. Who’s there? Dad? Lena? Someone worse? The shadow steps closer, and I can’t move, can’t scream—just wait, heart slamming, as it all falls apart.