Frequencies of Us Chapter 85: Track Kicks and Locked Risks

Mateo POV

I shove his jeans down, rough and quick. His cock springs free, hard and thick. I wrap my hand around it, stroking slow. He gasps, loud, legs buckling. I squeeze tighter, jerking him fast. His precum leaks over my fingers, slick and warm. He bites his lip, moaning loud now. I kiss him deep, sucking his tongue hard. My other hand unzips my shorts, pulling my dick out. He grabs it, his grip tight and sweaty. I groan, loud, hips bucking into his fist.

I jerk him faster, thumb rubbing his tip. He’s dripping, wet and messy. Our hands move together, rough and wild. I pinch his nipple, hard. He whimpers, loud and desperate, leaking more. I shove my tongue deeper, tasting him raw. He strokes me quick, fingers sliding over my slit. My balls tighten, heat exploding. “Noah,” I growl, voice cracking. I cum hard, shooting thick ropes over his hand. He cums right after, spurting hot and sticky on my fist. We cling together, panting, covered in each other. It’s raw, perfect.

I pull back, grinning wild. He smiles, flushed and shaky. I wipe my hand on my shorts, zipping up slow. He pulls his jeans up, breathing hard. “You’re insane,” he says, laughing soft. I shrug. “Only for you.” My chest feels big, full of him. I kiss his forehead, gentle now. He leans into me, warm and close. For a second, it’s just us, no shadows, no fear.

Caleb jogs up, fast and quiet. My stomach jumps, tense. He slips me a key, small and cold. “Ortiz’s office,” he whispers, low. “She’s got more.” My heart skips, fast. I nod, grabbing Noah’s hand. “Let’s go,” I say, quick. He follows, eyes wide. We sneak through the halls, steps quiet. My mind races. More what? Proof? Lies? My chest tightens, worried but ready.

We hit Ortiz’s office, slipping inside. The door creaks shut behind us. I lock it with the key, hands sweaty. Noah stays close, breathing fast. I spot a file on the desk, thick and messy. I grab it, flipping it open. “Expulsion: Vargas,” it says, big and bold. Dates are circled, red ink glaring. My stomach drops, cold. “They’re kicking me out,” I say, voice rough. Noah grabs my arm, tight. “No way,” he says, mad.

I flip the pages, fast. Notes, emails, plans. My hands shake, angry. Ortiz’s handwriting, Lena’s name. My chest burns, scared and pissed. “They set me up,” I say, low. Noah nods, jaw clenched. “We’ll fight it,” he says, strong. I want to believe him, but my heart’s pounding wild. This is big, bad. My legs feel heavy, stuck.

The door slams shut, loud. My head snaps up. The lock clicks, sharp and final. My stomach twists, hard. “What the hell?” I yell, banging the wood. My fists hurt, slamming hard. No answer. I hit it again, yelling loud. “Open it!” Silence presses in, thick and creepy. Noah grabs my shoulder, pulling me back. “Mateo,” he says, voice shaky. I turn, breathing fast. His eyes are wide, scared.

I step back, fists clenched. “Someone’s out there,” I say, low and rough. He nods, swallowing hard. My heart slams, fast and loud. My mind spins. Caleb? Lena? Ortiz? Who’s got us trapped? My chest hurts, mad and worried. I bang the door again, harder. “Let us out!” I shout. Nothing. My hands sweat, slippery on the file.

Noah grabs my hand, squeezing tight. “We’re okay,” he says, soft. I nod, trying to calm down. My legs shake, weak. I pull him close, hugging hard. He’s warm, steady. I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in. He smells like sweat and us, my Noah. “I hate this,” I whisper. He rubs my back, slow. “I know,” he says. It helps, a little.

I step back, holding the file. “They’re coming tonight,” I say, voice rough. Noah nods, eyes locked on mine. “Ortiz’s note,” he says. My stomach flips, nervous. Tonight. Whatever’s in here, they don’t want us to have it. My hands tremble, mad. I want to rip the file, smash the desk. Noah’s grip keeps me steady, strong.

A sound cuts the quiet. Low, sharp. My head jerks up. A scrape, outside the door. My heart jumps, fast. “You hear that?” I say, quick. Noah nods, tense. It comes again, louder. Like nails on wood. My chest tightens, scared. “They’re here,” I say, voice breaking. He grabs my arm, hard. “Mateo,” he says, worried.

I step to the door, listening close. My breath stops, cold. The scrape turns slow, steady. My stomach twists, sick. “Who’s there?” I yell, loud. No answer. My fists clench, ready. The file burns in my hand, heavy. My mind races. Expulsion. Tonight. Trapped. My legs shake, weak. Noah pulls me back, tight. “Don’t,” he says, soft.

A laugh slips through the door, low and mean. My blood runs cold. “You’re mine, Vargas.” My heart slams, wild. It’s not Caleb. Not Lena. My chest freezes, panic rising. “Who’s that?” Noah says, fast. I shake my head, scared stiff. The laugh fades, quick. Footsteps shuffle, soft and close. My stomach drops, hard. They’re right outside.