Today's Teaser Tuesday is a big tease because Heartthrob is not coming out until October, but I just couldn't wait to share Clark and Leo with you! You can pre-order Heartthrob by Noah Steele here: getbook.at/HoneywoodHeartthrob
First off, isn't this cover delicious?
From the blurb:
One chance meeting. Two curious college boys. Three weeks to figure out their feelings.
Meeting Leo was a happy accident. Now I can’t get him off my mind. Having feelings for a guy is new, and I’m in way over my head. My future’s been decided since I was in diapers, and falling for a boy in college wasn’t in my family’s master plan.
But from our first curious kiss, everything about Leo feels right. Before I know it, I’m dying for our friendship to become something more before the semester ends.
Screw the plan. I’m not going the rest of my life without him.
So much for not crushing on a straight boy. Only Clark’s not so straight, and it’s way more than a crush.
It’s easy to lose myself in his kiss and hard to forget the way he makes me feel. To the rest of Honeywood, Clark is the untouchable campus king of Royal U. To me, he’s the boy who comes apart when we touch, the boy who wants me to put him back together, and the boy who stole my heart when I wasn’t looking.
Clark is the muse who pulls poetry out of me.
Can he also be the boy who teaches me what it’s like to fall in love?
Heartthrob is a new adult low angst gay romance. Visit Royal U and the small town of Honeywood for a dreamy, steamy slice of life MM romance featuring explosive first times, fierce friendships, and curious college boys thinking with their bodies.
And now for the excerpt:
“Leo, can I kiss you?”
I didn’t know what to expect, but I sure as fuck didn’t think a kiss would make me blow my load. Leo’s mouth was hot, his kiss soft and wet. Everything about him felt right, from the scent of cherries in his hair to the rolling thunder of his lips on mine. He struck me like lightning, and I hated myself for kissing him like a clumsy virgin. One taste led to ten, twenty, and soon I couldn’t tell where I ended and Leo began, until I clamped my eyes shut and shuddered as I came hard.
My legs gave out, and I dropped my head to Leo’s shoulder, begging my body to stop shaking with every release. It only made my dick ache harder when I felt Leo’s slender fingers in my hair, and to steady myself—if only it was just to steady myself—I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tight against my chest. It didn’t matter that we were strangers giving in to a convenient moment alone. All that mattered was how perfectly my hand fit against the small of Leo’s back, how hot his hand on the back of my head felt, and how badly I wanted to get our next kiss right without painting the inside of my boxers again.
My head throbbed as hard as my dick, and I soaked in the heat radiating from Leo’s body. I didn’t know how long we stood entangled like that under the stars. His heart beat hard against me, and I held in a panicked laugh at the thought of my very wet bottoms pressed against him. I could feel his erection, but I didn’t want to move. I was spent and panting into his neck, hugging a stranger like he was more than a friend, and it should have felt like the weirdest thing in the world, but it didn’t.
It feels right.
“I’m sorry,” Leo said, cutting the silence hanging between the stars.
I snapped upright and held him by the shoulders at arm’s length.
“What? Don’t be,” I said, letting go of Leo to take his side and lean back. “I brought you up here. I wanted to see you again, remember? Maybe this would have happened at the dorm party, if—”
“If I hadn’t run away from crushing on a straight boy who isn’t so straight after all?” he said, laying on the cold stone next to me.
“Nah,” I said with a scoff. “If I hadn’t been a chicken shit liar afraid of having feelings for a guy.”
I squirmed and wrinkled my nose at the wet mess in my boxers until I gave up trying to get comfortable. It was a losing battle with the puddle of cum drying against my thigh. I could avoid Leo’s eyes on me and search the sky for answers all I wanted, but the darkness between the stars was too deep, and I didn’t know what I was looking for, anyway.
“You have feelings for me?” Leo whispered, and I shrugged, still staring at the sky.
“Maybe,” I grumbled. “Like I said, your poems, and then that pic I snapped in the quad, and I wanted to see you again, and—man, I don’t know. We kissed and I came in my jeans and I guess post-nut clarity is a fucking myth, because everything in here is a mess,” I said, resting a hand on my chest.
Leo hugged his stomach and laughed into the night. My cheeks burned, and I finally peeled my eyes off the sky to watch as he rocked back and forth beside me, wiping tears from his eyes. My mouth hung open and I swatted his leg, but Leo swatted back, holding his hands up in surrender, until he’d finally caught his breath enough to speak.
“Sorry, it’s just, the first time I came in my pants was for a guy named Clark,” he said, and I cocked my head. “Kent.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to compare to Superman?” I blurted, and Leo laughed again, his loud, low rumble untangling every tense knot in my body.
“You’re not!” he shouted. “You’re supposed to compare to me. Blowing a load to Tom Welling chained up in a barn on Smallville when I was thirteen made it hard to ignore that I’m into guys. I ran to the bathroom and unsuccessfully hid my underwear under a pile of towels. And, um…”
Leo hesitated, his dark eyes catching the moonlight, and I walked my hand across the narrow gap between us, stopping short of brushing his pinky with mine.
“It’s hot,” he said. “That I could make you blow like that. I’m glad we kissed.”
He’s gonna get me too hard to think.
“I wanna kiss you again,” I said firmly. “But not tonight. I need time, because I wanna do it right. Get to know you and stuff.”
“Like, as friends?” Leo asked, and I nodded, staring into the sky again.
“Friends who kiss,” I clarified.
“And make each other cum?” Leo asked quietly, and I nodded, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
I pulled him tight against my side, and my dick twitched as he let his head rest against my chest. A shy smile teased his lips, and I knew he could feel the wild beat of my heart the way I could feel his erection against my thigh.
“Buckets,” I said. “A whole river. However much Superman cums.”
We said our goodbyes not long after and agreed to meet again in the morning, and when I finally crawled into bed after a long shower, it didn’t matter so much that I was in way over my head with a boy I barely knew.
It only mattered that I was going to see him again—and that we’d figure things out together.
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