Frequencies of Us Chapter 62: Stung and a Sting

Noah POV

Sitting on the floor, old radio in front of me. Mateo’s next to me, legs stretched out, watching me mess with the dials. My heart’s beating fast, loud in my chest, because he’s here, close, after everything. I twist the knob, static buzzing loud, and feel his hand land on my thigh, warm and heavy. My stomach flips, heat creeping up quick, and I look at him, grinning.

“Keep going,” he says, voice low, teasing, and slides his hand higher, fingers brushing close to my dick. My breath catches, fast, and I drop the radio, turning to him. I climb over, straddling his lap, and kiss him, slow, deep, tasting him. He moans, soft, hands grabbing my hips, pulling me tighter. My dick’s hard already, pressing my jeans, and I grind down, feeling him through his shorts. “Mateo,” I whisper, kissing him again, tongue sliding in, steamy and raw.

He yanks my shirt off, fast, and runs his hands up my back, fingers digging in. I tug his shorts down, quick, and his dick pops out, thick and hard. My mouth waters, and I stroke it, slow, loving how he groans, low and needy. I pull my jeans off, clumsy, and sit back on him, naked now, my dick rubbing his. He grabs my ass, squeezing hard, and I spit in my hand, slicking him up. I lift up, line him up, and slide down, taking him in, deep and slow.

He fills me, hot and tight, and I moan, loud, starting to ride him. My hands grip his shoulders, nails biting, and I move, slow, feeling his dick slide in and out. “Fuck, you’re so good,” I gasp, voice shaky, and he thrusts up, meeting me, raw and steady. I lean down, moaning into his neck, sucking wet, and he groans, hands pulling me closer. My dick bounces, leaking, and he grabs it, pumping quick, matching my rhythm.

We’re sweaty, hot, and I ride him harder, floor hard under my knees. His dick hits deep, steamy and wild, and I feel him tense, pulsing inside me. “Noah,” he says, voice hoarse, and I grind down, wanting him to lose it. He cums, hot and thick, filling me up, and I moan, loud, riding through it. My hand takes over my dick, stroking fast, and I cum too, spilling over his chest, steamy and raw, body shaking.

We’re panting, stuck together, my chest pressed to his. I kiss him slow, soft, lips shaky, and he smiles, small, warm. My heart feels big, full, like he’s all I need. I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing him in, and feel his hand rub my back, gentle. “Love you,” I whisper, quiet, and he squeezes me, tight, making my chest skip, happy again.

But then the radio crackles, loud and sharp, static breaking into words. I sit up, fast, heart jumping, and twist the dial, trying to hear. It’s Ortiz’s voice, rough, mean, saying, “Time to out them.” My stomach drops, cold hitting hard, and I freeze, hands shaking. Out them? Us? Me and Mateo? My chest tightens, panic clawing up, and I look at Mateo, showing him the radio. “What’s that?” I ask, voice high, scared.

He listens, face going hard, and says, “Shit.” My head spins, fast, and I feel sick, like our secret’s slipping out. Ortiz knows? How? My hands sweat, fear choking me, and I think about the emails, the pics, Ryan telling Coach. “They’re gonna tell everyone,” I say, quiet, and Mateo’s fists clench, mad, scared too. I want to hold him, fix it, but my body’s stuck, trembling, panic growing.

Then I hear giggles, soft and sneaky, from upstairs. My heart slams, quick, and I stand, pulling my jeans on. “Who’s that?” Mateo asks, voice low, and I shake my head, listening hard. It’s Tara, I know her laugh, and my stomach twists, tight. She’s here? Why? I climb the stairs, slow, Mateo behind me, and peek out. She’s in the hall, on her phone, talking loud. “Yeah, Noah’s cheating with me,” she says, giggling again, and my chest burns, mad and scared.

I step out, fast, and say, “Stop lying!” My voice shakes, and she turns, smirking at me. “Oh, hi, Noah,” she says, sweet, fake, and my hands ball up, wanting to shove her. “I’m not with you,” I snap, loud, and she laughs, stepping closer. “Sure, whatever,” she says, eyes flicking to Mateo behind me. My heart races, loyalty screaming, and I feel him watching, tense, jealous maybe. “Get out,” I say, hard, but she just grins, not moving.

I turn to Mateo, needing him to see I’m his, but he’s quiet, staring at her, then me. My chest hurts, stuck, and I say, “Mateo, you know it’s bullshit.” He nods, slow, but his jaw’s tight, and I feel off, shaky, like he’s doubting me. Tara laughs again, walking off, and my head’s a mess, mad at her, scared of Ortiz, needing Mateo close. I grab his hand, tight, but he pulls back, just a little, and my heart sinks, cold and heavy.

Then my phone buzzes, loud in my pocket, snapping me out of it. I pull it out, hands shaky, and see a text from an unknown number. My breath catches, fast, and I open it. My heart stops, ice hitting hard. It’s a video link, and the preview shows me and Mateo, on the floor, fucking slow. My hands tremble, phone slipping, and I show Mateo, his face going white. “They’ve got us,” I whisper, voice breaking, and he grabs it, eyes wide, mad, scared.

Then Dad’s voice yells from upstairs, loud and sudden. “Noah! Who’s here?” My chest locks up, panic slamming in, and I look at Mateo, eyes wide. Did Tara tell him? Did he see the video? My legs shake, stuck, and I hear his boots stomping down, getting closer. “Noah, now!” he shouts, and I can’t move, can’t breathe—just feel the video burning in my hand, Dad about to bust in, and our secret ready to blow.