Noah hit the mattress first before he pulled me down on top of him in a tangle of limbs and heat. Our mouths crashed together, messy and desperate, gasps punctuating the air. 

The rain hammered against the roof overhead, the sound loud enough to drown out almost everything except the sharp sound of fabric rustling as the remains of our clothes came off. It was a small space, obscure and dark behind the curtains, but warm over tangled blankets and our naked bodies.

God.

Noah’s shy bookstore nerd thing was gone now. Or maybe not. Maybe just buried underneath this desperate, touch-starved side of him that only came out when he stopped thinking so much. Now he was all clingy hands and flushed cheeks, and he kissed me like he couldn’t get enough.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, breathless and ragged, nails scraping my back as I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth and then bit down, drawing a moan from him loud enough to rattle the thin walls. He only had on socks now and nothing else, and for some reason, that was one of the hottest things I’d seen in a long time. All I could imagine were those sporty little socks of his in the air, toes pointed, while I fucked him into oblivion. 

I broke the kiss long enough just to breathe and look at him, all flushed, his lips swollen. His pupils were blown, bright green eyes glassy. His chest heaved under mine, and the way he arched up told me everything I needed to know. That careful control of his had shattered. Completely.

“Condom,” I rasped, my voice a low growl against his jaw before I nipped him. “Lube.”

He pointed one shaky hand toward the tiny shelf bolted above the bedframe. There was a small wicker basket stuffed with necessities: lube, a few condom packets, and a half-empty bottle of water. It was honestly adorable as hell and turned me on even more thinking about him reaching for that basket while he played with his dick in this cramped little room.

I rolled off him just long enough to snag it, one hand tangled in his curls while I dug through the basket with the other. 

Noah whimpered and immediately pressed closer again the second my attention shifted. His knees nudged between mine beneath the blankets, restless and seeking at the loss of contact, like he couldn’t contain himself to that prissy little persona no more. 

“Jesus,” I murmured, glancing down at him with a crooked grin. “You really hate sharing, huh?”

Noah groaned softly and shoved his face into my throat in obvious embarrassment. “Shut up.” 

I laughed and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth while he gripped onto me the whole time. And I don’t know what it was about it, but it made something warm spread through my chest. I’d screwed around with everyone under the blue moon, including Marko just last night, but nobody had ever had this kind of effect on me. 

I leaned back to roll the condom on while Noah watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His cock was already hard, curved up against his belly, and I squeezed a generous amount of lube into my palm, warming it up before I reached down to slick him up. 

He bucked into my hand as soon as I touched his hole, a desperate sound caught in his throat. “Mike,” he breathed when my fingers breached him, half-pleading for me to give him what he wanted.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured, and gave his cock a few languid strokes. It felt like velvet under my calloused fingers, hot and ridiculously soft to the touch, and hardening even more with each jerk of my hand. 

The bed creaked quietly when I finally settled back over him, caging him naturally just because there wasn’t enough room not to. Outside, headlights briefly swept through the rain-streaked window from some passing car on the road, pale gold light sliding across Noah’s flushed face before disappearing again into the storm-dark.

I kissed him again, deeper and slower this time, and his legs wrapped around my waist, the blunt head of my cock pressing against his ass, slick and ready. 

And for a second, I thought of David, marking me. Of David, drinking beer and dancing on a table somewhere in the dark while I rammed the ever-loving hell out of his dick-hungry ex-boyfriend.

“Tell me you want it,” I said, because I needed to hear him say it.

Noah’s answer was to dig his nails into my shoulders and pull me forward, forcing me inside him in one rough, slick thrust.

The noise he made, low and feral, sent a shock straight through me. His head fell back, mouth open, throat working as he tried to breathe. 

I stayed still for a second, letting him adjust, but the little nerd wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” he snarled, and at this point, I knew I was fucked. The shy bookstore boy I thought I knew didn’t exist anymore. Instead, this wanton, greedy little man wanted to be pummeled into the mattress until he forgot his own name. 

I had no choice. I had to fuck him.

I drew back and slammed forward, burying myself deep. The camper’s thin walls shook at the force of my thrust, the headboard slamming. Noah’s legs locked tighter around me, socked heels digging into the small of my back, urging me faster. 

“God, yes, your dick’s a monster…right there…don’t stop…oh, fuck—!”

Each thrust drove him up the bed until his head slammed the camper’s curved wall, his hands scrambling to cling to something…anything. I hooked an arm under his knee, hitching his leg higher, opening him up completely. The angle made him cry out, his hands fisting in the pillows over his head. 

His composure was gone. He babbled, swore, and moaned with every stroke. His cock slid against my stomach as we moved, smearing pre-cum across my abs. I wanted to taste him, to drag those balls into my mouth and jam my fingers into his tight little hole, but I couldn’t stop fucking him long enough to move. Not when he was like this, shyness burned away by raw need.

“You’re so fucking tight, Riles,” I gritted out, my hips driving in a punishing rhythm. The condom made everything slick and hot, the lube easing the way as I fucked him open, deeper and harder, but slowing my pace to draw it out. “Taking me so well, honey. Look at you.”

Noah’s eyes rolled back at the sound of my smoker’s voice in his ear, gravely and hot. His lips parted, and a string of desperate moans fell out, incoherent and beautiful. He was close. I could feel it in the way his body shivered, and his ass clenched around me. 

“Come on, baby,” I urged him, dropping my weight onto him, my chest pressing against his, my face buried in his neck. I bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark and draw another hoarse cry out of him. “Now, Noah. Let go.”

My hand snaked between us, wrapping around his cock, jerking him off in time with my thrusts.

I thought I had a handle on it. 

I figured he’d cum before I did with the way things were going and that he’d milk every last drop of cum out of my balls. Maybe we’d go for round two if he was up for it. Or maybe he’d ask me to stay the night.

I started to smirk a little at the thought, and then everything went to shit. 

Noah’s breath hitched as his climax reached a fever pitch, and for a second, his expression flickered, confusion, lust, and panic flickering before he tried to clamp down on it again. 

I kept fucking him through it, slower, deeper, not thinking anything of it. The sight of him, flushed and trembling, nearly tipped me over the edge. 

And then the pressure dropped in the room, and the string lights over the bed began to flicker like crazy. He screamed, hoarse and ragged, one hand reaching up to grab onto a handful of my mullet. “Oh, fuck!” He gasped, “Oh, fucking hell, Michael, I can’t hold it in anymore!”

I moaned hoarsely, thinking this was it. This was the moment Noah Riley came all over me. “Oh, hell yeah. Cum all over my fat cock, sweetheart.”

Noah bucked and shuddered, his back arching off the mattress.

And then the space near his stomach ripped open. Not like a wound, or anything human, but like the world itself was tearing apart. And darkness spilled out in impossible shapes. Tentacles of voidlight and shadow unfurled into the cramped trailer and whipped out, brushing my arms, torso, and slapping my ass.

I screamed.

Noah Riley screamed.

The lights went out in the camper, and a bone-shaking roar filled the tiny space around us. I couldn’t see anything; couldn’t really tell where Noah started and ended anymore, either. “Oh, fuck!” I screeched as something lifted me off the bed. 

“Noah!” I choked out, voice cracking under the pressure in the air. “Noah, what the hell are you—”

The answer was not a voice. It was movement.

Something huge shifted in the dark, and the shadow in front of me split open like ink poured into water. For a heartbeat, I saw outlines, too many limbs, too many angles, something like a person stretched across impossible dimensions.

I got slammed into the window next to the bed and slid down a little with a high-pitched squeal from the glass. And that’s the last thing I remember. The eldritch horror that was now Noah Riley snapped me back with a tentacle, my scream cutting off as it jerked me into the darkness.

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Outside, the night air was cold and heavy. A thick fog had rolled in, but oddly enough centered around the little camper just up ahead. 

Dwayne killed the engine of his motorcycle and just sat there for a second, boots planted on the gravel, helmet in his hands as he stared at Noah Riley’s trailer tucked near the edge of nowhere. 

It was shaking. 

The windows flickered with uneven light, stuttering between warm yellow and an almost bruised darkness that made his stomach tighten for reasons he couldn’t explain.

“What the fuck…?” he muttered.

The silence out here was supposed to be normal. It was one of the more rural parts of Astoria. Crickets, wind through dry grass. But tonight there wasn’t anything like that. Just a faint, wrong pressure in the air and two people moaning from inside the trailer like they were fucking hard. 

The trailer gave a sharp, sudden lurch, and the light inside stuttered again. For a split second, the shape of someone hit the wall hard enough to make the entire structure shiver on its frame. And a shape, Michael, unmistakably, flashed into view for a split second before sliding out of sight again, like he’d been pulled away by something huge. 

Dwayne finally exhaled, slow and controlled. “Huh…” And turned his bike slightly, kicking up dust as he rolled back onto the road, calm resignation crossing his expression. “David’s gonna love this,” he murmured, and that was it. 

He rode off into the dark, long hair thrashing in the wind.