Frequencies of Us Chapter 64: Keys and a Kick

Noah POV

At the school shed, heart pounding loud in my chest. It’s late, dark, and I’ve got a paperclip in my hand, picking the lock. My fingers shake, sweaty, but I need those keys inside—keys to lock us in, keep us safe. Mateo’s waiting by the track, and I want to surprise him, make him smile. I twist the clip, feel the click, and the door swings open, quiet. My stomach flips, excited, and I grab the keys, fast, slipping them in my pocket.

I jog back, sneakers soft on the grass, and find Mateo leaning on the fence. He sees me, grins, and my heart jumps, warm and quick. “Got something,” I say, holding up the keys, and his eyes light up, dark and hot. He steps close, grabs my arm, and pulls me to the shed, fast. My chest tightens, wanting him bad, and he shuts the door, locking it with the keys I stole.

He pushes me against the door, hard, and kisses me, rough and deep. My lips open, tongue meeting his, and I moan, loud, hands grabbing his shirt. “My hero,” he says, voice low, hot, and my dick gets hard, pressing my jeans. He grinds into me, slow, and I feel him, thick through his shorts. I yank his shirt off, fast, and run my hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing. He tugs my jeans down, quick, and my dick springs out, ready.

I kick my jeans off, standing naked, and he pins me tighter, lifting my legs. My back hits the door, shaky, and he spits in his hand, slicking up, pressing against me. He slides in, rough, deep, and I gasp, loud, legs wrapping around him. “Fuck, Mateo,” I say, voice breaking, and he thrusts, needy, slamming into me. It’s hot, wild, and I feel him, thick and hard, filling me up. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in, and he fucks me faster, door rattling loud.

I’m shaking, legs trembling, and he grabs my dick, pumping quick. “You’re mine,” he growls, panting, and I nod, moaning, “Yes, yes.” He thrusts deeper, rough and fast, and heat builds low in my gut. I’m loud, gasping his name, and he fucks me harder, sweat dripping off him. My dick jerks in his hand, and I cum, hot and thick, spilling over his fingers, legs shaking hard. He groans, low, and cums inside me, deep, body jerking, holding me tight.

We’re panting, stuck together, my chest heaving against his. I kiss him slow, soft, lips shaky, and he smiles, small, warm. My heart feels big, full, like he’s everything. He sets me down, legs wobbly, and we fix our clothes, grinning. “Love you,” I whisper, quiet, and he squeezes my hand, tight, making my chest skip, happy again. I feel strong, like we can take on anything.

But then I sneak home, late, creeping through the back door. My heart’s still buzzing from Mateo, but I freeze, hearing Dad’s boots stomp in the kitchen. Light flicks on, bright, and he’s there, arms crossed, face mad. “Where you been, Noah?” he yells, voice hard, and my stomach drops, cold hitting fast. I shove my hands in my pockets, keys jangling loud, and say, “Nowhere,” quiet, scared.

He steps closer, grabs my arm, and says, “Sneaking out again? You’re done.” My chest tightens, panic clawing up, and he yells, “Military school, that’s it!” My heart stops, ice running through me, and I pull back, saying, “No, Dad, please.” He glares, breathing hard, and I feel trapped, sick, like everything’s slipping away. “Pack tomorrow,” he says, turning off the light, and I stand there, shaking, fear choking me.

I stumble to my room, head spinning, and sit on the bed, hands sweaty. My phone buzzes, loud, and I grab it, hoping it’s Mateo. It’s Jamie, my ex, texting, “Outside, need to see you.” My stomach twists, guilt hitting quick, and I peek out the window. He’s there, by the tree, waving up. My chest hurts, stuck, and I sneak down, quiet, opening the door. “What are you doing?” I whisper, mad, scared, but he steps close, too close.

“Noah,” he says, soft, and before I can stop him, he kisses me, fast, lips pressing hard. My heart jumps, panic flashing, and I shove him back, yelling, “Stop!” Then I hear a gasp, sharp, behind me. I turn, fast, and see Mateo, standing there, eyes wide, hurt. My breath catches, chest burning, and he stares, fists clenching. “Mateo, wait,” I say, voice breaking, but he storms off, fast, not looking back.

I run after him, legs shaky, calling, “It’s not what you think!” He doesn’t stop, disappearing around the corner, and my heart sinks, cold and heavy. I messed up, bad, and I feel sick, needing him, losing him. Jamie grabs my arm, says, “Let him go,” but I yank free, mad, scared, head a mess. I turn back, see Dad’s shadow in the window, watching, and my chest tightens, trapped between them all.

Then my phone buzzes again, loud in my hand, snapping me out of it. I pull it out, hands trembling, and see a text from an unknown number. My breath stops, fast, and I open it. My heart slams, ice hitting hard. It says, “I’ve got the shed on tape. You’re next.” My hands shake, phone slipping, and I think of us, fucking against the door, caught. Dad’s boots creak upstairs, Mateo’s gone, and I hear Jamie whisper, “Noah?” behind me, closing in, ready to ruin everything.