In all my years of friendship with Josh, he had always told me how wonderful it felt to wake up wrapped in a guy's arms after a night of passion. I had always scoffed at him and changed the subject, because the thought of a hard body against me instead of the soft curves of a gorgeous girl made me laugh. But now here I am, wrapped up in Matt's arms in the plush hotel bed he had just fucked me in, and it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. He was all muscle, the firm ridges pressing against me in all the right places. His chest hair tickled my back with each breath he took. His hand laid comfortably on my hip, pressing me to him. It was comfortable. It felt like love. I had never been held so tenderly before.
And then...there was his cock, nestled between my ass cheeks. He was semi-hard, and absolutely unaware of how his morning wood was turning me on while he slept so comfortably. I was still sore, but in that delicious way that reminded me how we had connected so intimately last night. Memories of his hard body pressed against mine, the sound of skin slapping skin, the look of pure ecstasy on his face when he entered me for the first time, and the way it felt when he made me explode in an orgasm so intense I saw stars, flooded my mind in a rush. I was instantly hard again, and buried my face in the pillow, biting back my frustration.
"You okay, Jay?" I heard Matt mumble behind me. He sounded so sleepy, it was adorable. I'm sure the exertion of the evening before had wiped him out. We had barely slept for more than 5 hours.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." I told him, keeping my body turned away from him. I didn't want him to see my erection and feel like he had to take care of it. Knowing Matt, he would have it in his mouth, blowing me until I came all over him in an instant. He was always a little extra frisky in the morning. The thrill of a quickie before we had to separate seemed to get him going, but I wanted more than that. I wanted a little more give and take with the two of us, but in all honesty, I just didn't know what to do all the time. I worried my tricks were boring and he would get sick of me.
"It's okay." He murmured, kissing the back of my neck so softly I barely felt it. His hand on my waist slid further down to my stomach and he pulled me closer to him before pushing a leg between mine. His hand slid up to my chest and I let out a sigh as it brushed over a nipple. "How are you feeling?" He asked as his lips moved over my neck to my shoulder. He was hard and pressed against the seam of my ass, seeming to fit perfectly in the space as he began to rock his hips back and forth against me. Every time his head brushed against my hole, a spark of pleasure shot through me and I was reminded how great it felt when he was inside me.
"Really good." I told him, turning my head so I could see him.
"You're not sore?"
"A little bit." I confessed. "But I'm okay."
"Good." He told me, kissing my mouth softly before shifting his attention back to my body. He rolled me over until I was on my back and he could crawl over me. His hard cock brushed against my own weeping member, and he let out a sultry moan as he shifted slightly. "Fuck! I can't get enough of you." He told me before he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. Nothing soft and sweet this time--it was all teeth clashing and passion this time around.
Matt slid his hand between us and wrapped a large hand around both of our shafts, stroking us both together. He began to pump furiously, using our own juices as lube. I could already feel my balls starting to rise and that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Oh my god." I moaned out as my eyes rolled back in my head. Matt was on a mission, one that involved us getting off as quickly as possible.
He shifted slightly, providing a better angle for himself. He tightened his grip before he leaned down and bit one of my nipples, forcing a loud moan out of me. We had never been so quick and to the point, but it was doing something amazing to my body. This wasn't some tender moment. This was lust, passion, urgency. It was a major turn on. "You like that, babe?" He asked against my chest, licking the sensitive nub.
"Fuck, yes." I moaned out. He twisted his hand slightly around our cocks, making his head rub against the spot under my own head. I was so hard I was practically seeing stars. I needed to cum.
"I love seeing you like this." He continued. "All writhing in pleasure, desperate to get there." He let go of his own cock and just focused on mine, gripping it hard until I moaned out from the sheer force of his strokes. "You're mine, baby. No one else gets to see you like this." He kissed me deeply, but I was too lost in my pending orgasm to focus. It was messy, rough. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Tell me what you want."
"Matt, I need to cum." I moaned out. "Please, baby." He tightened his grip again, and I yelped.
"Yeah? You wanna cum?" He moved over to my ear, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin.
"Yes! Matt, please!" I wasn't ashamed of my begging. I needed it bad.
He began to pump furiously, bringing me right to the edge. I was barely going to last seconds. "Cum for me, Jason." He ordered, and I was a goner. Stream after stream of cum shot out of me, all over both of our chests. I had been so lost in my own pleasure, I hardly registered that Matt let out a growl of his own as he shot his load all over my chest.
"Fuck." I panted on the bed beneath him. "Where did that come from?" I let out a breathy laugh.
"I have no idea." He chuckled. "You seemed to like it though." He grinned.
"Fuck yeah I did." I laughed. "I thought you were hot before, but throw in a little control? I don't think I have ever cum so hard in my life."
He just grinned and leaned down to give me a soft kiss. "Are you really feeling okay?" The concern in his eyes touched me deeply, and I felt the all too familiar butterflies in my gut that usually appeared whenever Matt was near. "There's really no pain?"
"I promise." I told him, rolling over onto my side so I could face him. The shades were still drawn so it was hard to get a sense for what time it was, but a quick glance at the clock showed me we still had a couple of hours before we had to check out. "It was actually amazing. I loved everything about it."
"I'm glad." He told me, wrapping me in his arms. "To be honest, I had never imagined this all going down like this. It was a pleasant surprise."
"Really? What did you expect?" I had to admit, I was curious. Matt had been dreaming of me for years. Surely there was a fantasy or two in there somewhere. I had always wanted to know, but worried that if I asked him, it would open doors I wasn't ready to walk through yet. Now that I had given myself to him, it didn't seem like there was much to be shy about anymore.
"Well, I always imagined that you'd have to top me. It'd be easier for you, you know? A little more control for you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself though, because I was truly worried for a while." He gave me a sheepish grin. He still had the colored contacts in, and it was a little weird. The wig had long since fallen somewhere on the floor, tossed aside at some point in the passion of the night. "As long as you were happy, that's all that matters."
"I cant picture you being anything but the dominant one." I confessed. "You're just so big and have such a commanding presence. I belong in the shadows."
He let out a laugh. "Okay, you're ridiculous. The last place you belong is in the shadows. And there's nothing commanding about me. For crying out loud, I'm afraid of my own father."
"You're not afraid of him. You just don't want to disappoint him. That's totally normal. Even more so around here. Besides, I totally get it, and it's just not a problem for me anymore. If it means that I get to keep you, I will stay hidden as long as you want."
"Thanks." He grinned, giving me a quick kiss. "I can't believe Adam was there last night. He's such a ladies man."
"Naw. Every time he says he's with a girl, he's actually been with a guy."
"What?! No way!" Matt laughed. "He gets more action than anyone I know."
"Yeah, with Josh." I told him. "They've been hooking up for months. But no one knows that so don't tell anyone."
"I won't." He promised. "I still can't believe it though. What's weird to me is that he would go to a club in the middle of DC. It's a pretty ballsy move. His father would shit a Honda if he knew about that."
"Especially since he won't admit to having anything to do with Josh." I sighed. "It's just a messed up situation. I'm impressed he didn't recognize you though. I guess that wig did some wonders."
"You think it looks better?" He asked, sitting up and stretching. "Curly hair, green eyes? And the glasses? I looked like a floppy dork."
"No you didn't." I laughed. "It was awesome. I mean, I far prefer your normal look, but if the wig allowed for you to actually hang out with me and act like you normally would in public, I'm okay with it."
"I guess." He shrugged. "So how did you manage to swing all of this anyway? This is a pretty nice place, not exactly the type of place that allows teenagers to rent rooms."
"My dad helped. He rented the room and let me borrow his car. He was driving Kyle around last night anyway. I jus have to return it to him before we go back o school."
"He was with Kyle again?"
"Ummm, it's kind of his job." I pointed out. "Hard to be head of security without being near the person being secured."
"They don't seem freakishly close to you? I mean, they always act like they have a secret."
"You're one to talk." I huffed. "You have more secrets than anyone else I know."
"That's not true."
"Please. You're looking at the biggest one of them." I told him. He had the decency to look ashamed and looked down at the sheet covering his lap. "There's nothing going on between the two of them. That'd be weird, and...no. It's not happening."
"I don't want to argue with you over it. It was just a thought. I'm sorry if I upset you."
"It's fine. You just don't know them like I do. They've always been like that. My father looks at Kyle like a kid, and he's far more professional than that."
"Okay, I'm sorry." He raised his hands defensively. "I just thought that maybe they were involved. They just seem really close to me. And your dad is so cool with everything. It seemed sort of suspect to me. But I really am sorry I upset you. I won't mention it again."
"Thank you." I muttered. "I'm going to shower." I climbed out of the bed and ignored Matt's protests as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
This was so typical of Matt. Every time we had a great moment, he had to ruin it, either with talks of his father, or now this, with my father. Some sort of reminder that I was a secret and would never be more than that. I thought we had finally crossed a line last night. Hadn't I proven that I care about him yet? I angrily scrubbed down, annoyed at the soreness in my muscles. We had a beautiful night, and now it was all over. And for what? Accusations and nonsense. Why did he feel the need to bring everyone else down with us? I had to think that it was enough that the two of us were trapped in secrets and lies, but now he thinks everyone else is too? My father was nothing like his.
By the time I got out of the shower, I was more annoyed than ever. I really thought that sleeping with Matt would have been enough for him, enough of a sign that I was in this. So why did I feel like I was the only one involved now? Why am I the only one trying? He tells me he loves me, but does he? Or did he just want to get in my pants? Now that he had, was he just going to continue to annoy me until I got sick of it? Ugh.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and stared in the mirror. I had a few love bits scattered over my chest and shoulders, leftover from last night's activities. My skin flushed as I thought about what we had done. It really was an amazing night with an amazing guy I was falling hard for. With a sigh, I realized just how ridiculous I was being. Matt was a lot of things, but vicious was not one of them. Who cares if he thought Kyle and my father were close? They are. I can certainly see how it could be misconstrued as anything but what it actually is. It wasn't exactly fair that I was so hard on Matt. He was always so nice to me, and he was completely honest about his need to stay quiet about me. It just stung a bit, even after all this time. I didn't have some great need to be out and open, but I had been raised to be proud of who I am. My father had given me his blessing to be whatever I wanted, be with whoever I wanted, and that was all I needed.
Even though I felt a little better about what Matt had said, I still felt like I needed to delay getting back out there. I always backed down first and it was annoying. This relationship was 100% designed to suit Matt's needs, and even when I went out of my way to do something nice for him, it wasn't enough. I'm not really sure what else I wanted, and couldn't even get started on what he was expecting. I sighed at my reflection again before picking up my razor and shaving cream. I gave my face a quick shave before getting started on my arms, legs, and chest. I would be more than happy when swim season was over and I could take a break from the manscaping. I hadn't heard from the Yale swim team yet regarding a position on their team, but I wasn't too stressed about it. I had also considered going out for crew if swimming didn't work out. Or maybe I would just relax and enjoy college for what it could be. There was no need to go totally nuts over anything at this point in time. By the time I finished, I had been in the bathroom for quite some time. When I dared to enter the room again, I found Matt sitting on the side of the bed staring at his feet. He had pulled his boxers on, but that was it.
He looked up as I retreated from the bathroom, his face filled with an emotion I couldn't identify. "Jay, I..." He started, but was interrupted by my dad's ringtone blaring out from my phone. He sighed but waved it off. "Go ahead." He told me. I took the permission he granted and rummaged through my pants on the floor, finding my phone shoved deep in one of the pockets from where I had stowed it the night before.
"Hey, Dad." I greeted him as I answered his call. "What's up?"
"Oh, good. You're up." He returned, all business. "Look, I know it's early, but I'm pretty close to your hotel. Is it okay if I just come get the keys from you? No point in you going across town if you don't have to, and you're so close to the train here. It'd be easier for you to get back to school than from home."
"I guess." I agreed. "I can run the keys down to you." I know my dad was cool about Matt, but I didn't think he needed to come see our clothes all over the floor, or any other evidence that we got it on last night. There are some things I just didn't need to share with my father, regardless of how cool he could be.
"Really? That'd be great. Thanks."
"No problem." I returned as I started to pull my clothes out of my bag. I had packed a spare set for myself, and had snuck a set of clothes for Matt in there as well. I cradled the phone to my ear as I pulled his clothes out and piled them on the bed. "How far away are you?" I asked, now shoving all our dirty clothes in the bag. I glanced over at Matt, who watched on in silence. His face was unreadable.
"A couple minutes. I'll meet you in the lobby." He told me.
"Great, see you soon." I hung up. "I'll be back in a few." I told Matt. "I just have to give my dad the car keys." He only nodded before he stood and headed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I tried not to wince at the sound, but it stung. He had nothing to be mad about. I was the one who put myself out there for him, and he was the one accusing my father of hiding things. I sighed in frustration, but brushed it off and grabbed the car keys and room card before I headed down stairs.
I found my father standing in the lobby, holding a tray of coffees. "Hey." He greeted. "I brought you guys some coffee. Thanks for meeting me so early."
"No problem." I told him as we traded things. "Thanks for helping with the room and the car."
"My pleasure, son." He smiled. "Did you boys have a nice night?"
"It was great." I told him. No need to mention that the morning was not so great.
"Good, I'm glad."
"Are you sleeping with Kyle, Dad?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to, it just kind of popped out. I was instantly ashamed of myself and could feel my cheeks flushing from the embarrassment of asking my own father such a personal question.
He gave me an alarmed look, but it quickly shifted to amusement. "What?"
"Are you and Kyle have a secret affair?" I repeated. "Don't lie to me."
"Of course not, Jason. Where on earth did you come up with that from?"
"You have to admit you guys are freakishly close. Closer than boss and employee should be." I was using Matt's words against my father, but I had to know if he was right. Maybe my frustration with him was unjust.
My father glanced around the lobby before he took my arm and pulled me to a set of chairs off the side of the lobby. "No, we are not involved." He told me. "He's my boss, Jason, and definitely way too young for me."
"But you were so cool with me and Matt. I thought maybe it was because you were like us too."
"No, I'm not gay, Jason." He chuckled. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. I am proud of you no matter who you choose to be with."
"I don't know if I'm gay either. I just really like Matt." I told him. "I haven't thought about anyone else that way."
"It's fine, I'm not criticizing you." He said, using his gentle tone that he employed when he had bad news. "But I guess I shouldn't hide the fact I am seeing someone from you anymore."
Well...this was unexpected news. "What? Who?!"
"Her name is Marissa, and she is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in a long time. I just didn't want to force it on you until you were ready for it. You're the most important person in my life, Jason, so I wanted to make sure it was a long term thing before I introduced the two of you. She's been dying to meet you, though."
"That's...great." I told him. "I'm truly happy for you. You deserve to be happy."
"Thanks, son." He grinned. "As for Kyle." He lowered his voice. "He is seeing someone in secret too. He has a lot of things in the works right now, a lot of things I can't tell you. But what I can tell you, is that he is seeing another man."
"What?!" I screeched, but immediately calmed down. "So Matt wasn't entirely wrong."
My father looked confused for a second, but quickly shook it off. "Either way, it's a secret for obvious reasons, so do not just go around talking about it to everyone you know. It is a big part of what he is getting involved in, and will heavily affect your life."
"Well, that sounds scary." I told him.
"It'll be fine, I promise." He glanced at his watch. "I have to get going, but I promise everything will work out great." He told me as he stood. "Can we do dinner this week?"
"Friday works." I told him absentmindedly, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He had given me a lot to process in a very short amount of time.
"Great. I'll be in touch. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, son." He told me, tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash and heading out of the lobby quickly.
My visits with my father were often quick encounters, but this was by far one of the quickest. Especially considering the amount of info he just divulged. It was like an emotional hit and run.
With a grin, I headed over to the elevator to get back to Matt. We had quite a few things to talk about. The aroma from the coffee taunted me as I rode to our floor. I was itching to get into it. The exhaustion from a long night combined with not enough sleep for a teenage boy had worn me out, and I needed to get some more rest.
I was just about to enter the room when I heard Matt's voice inside. He sounded kind of distraught, and my curiosity got the best of me. I stood outside the door, coffees and key card in hand, trying to hear what was happening in there. His voice was muffled, but I could make out the words if I tried.
"I don't know what to do anymore." He mumbled. "He's always mad at me. We never agree on anything. He clearly hates that I hide him, but Michelle, I have to. You know my father wouldn't understand...no...of course I want to but it's not feasible...I'm just so miserable. I can't take it anymore and something has to change...no, there's only one change that will be successful." The hurt in his voice was killing me, and I once again felt like a selfish bastard. He was right. I was always mad at him for this secret keeping, and I can see why he was annoyed with it. "Maybe I should just end it. It would be best for both of us...no, it's probably the right thing to do."
My eyes went wide at the last part. I really did make him miserable. I was the worst person in the world. I sighed and decided it was time to enter the room. Standing out here and listening to his entire conversation wasn't right. I needed to go in and face this like a man. I slid the key card into the door and took a deep breath before entering the hotel room. Matt was standing by the window with his phone to his ear. "I have to go." He told Michelle, and hung up. "Hey." He said softly. "What's that?" He asked, pointing to the tray in my hand.
"My dad got us coffees." I told him.
"Awesome, I need one." He sighed, before taking the tray from my hand and setting it on the counter. He took one and sat in the arm chair sitting in the corner and took a big gulp. He was acting so nonchalant, I had a hard time processing that he had been on the phone with his friend talking about how miserable he was. "Are you going to have yours?" He asked, staring at me over the rim of his cup.
"Do you want to break up?" I finally had the balls to ask.
He looked alarmed. "You heard."
"I did." I confessed.
He sighed and put his cup down. "I don't want to. But Jason, this isn't what you want. I don't want to force you into anything."
"Is it what you want?"
"You're what I want." He said softly, moving closer to me. I took a step back, but my back hit the wall and I felt like I was trapped. "Jay...this isn't working the way it is. I'm done trying to force you into being someone you're not. I think it's time that we just admit that we're not good for each other, no matter how badly I want to be with you, and call it a day."
"So you want to give up." I challenged.
He had a hard time keeping eye contact, and looked towards the window instead. "I don't want to give up." He said softly. "But I do think that maybe it's time to give you up. This isn't what you want."
The silence between us was thick with tension. It was practically suffocating. "It is what I want." I told him. "I like what we have going, Matt, or I wouldn't be here with you today. I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to go out and do things with you. I love spending time with you. If I didn't, do you really think I would still be here? That I ever would have gone back to your room with you on that first night? It is what I want, or I never would have gone this far."
"No buts! I had sex with you last night, Matt! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
He was silent for a moment, but finally looked up at me again and met my gaze. "It means everything to me." He finally answered, giving me a small grin.
"You told me you loved me." I told him. "Did you not mean that?"
"Of course I did."
"Then why are you running?" I challenged him.
"I do love you." He argued. "Jason, I'm so in love with you it scares me. But I don't want to have to keep making you do this. You clearly hate it."
"I don't hate it." I argued back. "I just wanted to spend time with you. I don't want to keep having this same argument with you. I want us to be on the same page. I know I keep trying to get you to hang out with me outside of your dorm, but did you ever think that maybe there's a reason for that? Like, maybe I want to hang out with you because I like you, care about you? I'm not embarrassed of you, and I know you're not embarrassed of me, but sometimes it feels like this is never going to go anywhere. You say you love me, yet you wanted to run? It doesn't make sense."
"I don't want to argue with you anymore, Jay." He snapped. "I hate this. It sucks. I never should have gone after you in the first place. I should have just stuck with what I was doing before. It was working. I have enough pressure in my life, I don't need it from you too. I don't want to make you deal with it anymore."
"Isn't that my choice?"
"You have made it so clear what your choice is, Jason." He yelled. "We go in circles all the damn time! It's obvious I want this more than you do. I'm done making you suffer through it."
"Have you ever thought that maybe I get upset because I care about you, Matt?" I argued back. "Maybe I haven't told you I love you, but have you considered that maybe I'm getting there? That I want to go out with you because I love spending time with you and because it is what I want to do? No one has forced me into anything. I'm so tired of you pulling me closer and then pushing me away. This was supposed to be an amazing weekend, and once again, you made it all about secrets and lies. Can we just stop it, and enjoy the time we have together for once?"
"I do enjoy spending time with you. I hate when we argue like this. This is never how I imagined things working out between us." He muttered, collapsing onto the arm chair.
His heartbroken gaze on me hit me like a punch in the gut. It was about time I accepted that things were not going to change between us. His hands were tied, and we both knew it. Everything that frustrated me about him was out of his control, so there was not much I could do except deal with it, or end it. There was just no way I was willing to walk away from this. The never ending soap opera that had become our lives was not enough to scare me away. Some things were just worth fighting for. "I don't want to break up." I told him softly. "I'm sorry I'm being so difficult, I just thought that maybe if I showed you how much I care about you, you would want to change things."
"I do want to change things." He answered. "I really do, and as soon as I can, I will. I promise. If you don't want to wait for that point in time, I would totally understand."
I sighed. "I want to wait for the time to be right, but I don't want to keep going backwards. Clearly the disguise worked. Maybe we could go out and do things together more often? I just don't like being trapped in the dorms all the time. I want to be able to actually be with you. Even if we have to go somewhere away from school, do you think we could sometime? Even just once in a while, just for a change?"
"I would love to, Jay." He returned, reaching out until he got a grip on my hand, and pulled me towards him. "I don't want you to think that the secrecy has anything to do with you. I know we argue about it a lot, but really, I don't want to break up. I just want to give you the option. It's entirely up to you. I'll do whatever you want."
"Okay." He tugged me a little closer, and I stumbled onto his lap. His face was instantly pressed against my neck, nuzzling the skin there. and I sighed. "I'm sorry we fought over something so stupid this morning. I should have known better than to give you a hard time about your father. I'm sure there's nothing there. If there was, I'm sure he would have told you. You guys are really close."
"It's okay." I told him. "You actually weren't that far off. I guess my father has been seeing someone, and so has Kyle. They just haven't been seeing each other." I shifted so that I was straddling his lap. It wasn't overly comfortable, so I stood up and moved over to sit on the bed, facing him. "But apparently Kyle is secretly seeing a man, which is probably how my father figured it all out. My father is seeing some random girl named Marissa, who is apparently dying to meet me."
"Oh? How do you feel about that?" Matt asked gently as he moved over to sit beside me.
"I don't really know. I mean, I guess it's good that he's moving on, finally, but it seems weird that he has time to see someone. He's always so busy. I guess it's a little annoying that he has time for her but not for me, although it sounds silly when you say it out loud"
"Do you think you'll meet her?"
"Do you think you could come with me?" I asked, looking up at him.
He flashed a huge grin at me. "If you want me to. I would actually love to go." Matt moved closer and grabbed my hand, playing with my fingers between his. "I would do anything to keep you happy, Jason. I wish you would jus realize that. Whatever you want, just let me know, and I'll do my best to make it happen."
"I'll stop asking you to do things out of your control." I promised. "I haven't exactly made it easy for you."
"Not really." He grinned, "But I can take it, just as long as you keep coming back."
"Then stop pushing me away." I grinned, moving closer to him. "I want this. I want you." I told him, pressing my mouth against his.
Matt wasted no time taking my advances and turning it in to more. His hands found my waist and he pulled me over until I was on top of him before his hands worked their way up to my head, holding me as close as he could. "Mm." He groaned out. "Sorry, I just can't control myself around you sometimes."
"Then don't." I whispered back.
He didn't even bother to answer me, just rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his mouth pressed hotly against my neck. Matt's hands roamed over my body until they found the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head before returning his attention to my mouth. His tongue worked against mine, my eyes were closed tightly as I savored the taste of his mouth on mine. It had the lingering taste of coffee, mixed with the essence that was purely Matt, a taste I could never get enough of. Matt quickly tired of just kissing, though, and pretty soon, his mouth was trailing down over my chest. I could never get used to the sensation of his hot mouth on my skin, setting me on fire with each brush of his lips. I let out a throaty moan as hands found the top of my pants. Once he got the button undone and began to push my pants down over my hips, he stopped long enough to pull his own shirt off before returning his attention to me. "This never gets old." He laughed against my mouth.
"I know." I kissed him back. "But seriously, Matt, if you keep up the teasing, there's going to be a major problem, and I won't let you sweet talk your way out of this one." I joked.
Before I even knew what was happening, Matt had flipped me over onto my stomach. I let out a soft oomph as I bounced on the rumpled sheets. He was immediately over me, the warm skin of his chest brushing against my back. I could feel his had dick pressed against the back of my thigh as his hand glided at a casual pace along my spine. The slow pace was taunting me, revving me up for something that was bound to be incredible. With his other hand, Matt had pushed down his boxers until he was also completely naked against me. The new position prevented me from seeing what he was up to behind me. "You okay?" He asked, as he pulled me up to my hands and knees.
"Yeah." I breathed out as his hand found my backside and his fingers began to work down between my cheeks. "I'm perfect, actually."
"You look so perfect like this." He told me, so softly I could barely hear him. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He added.
I didn't even have time to answer him before his fingers brushed against my hole and I jumped at the sensation. One finger breached the tight muscles, and all logical thought left my brain. I grasped the sheets tightly as he teased me with just the one finger tip. The sore muscles form our activities the night before.
I let out a grunt as Matt pressed his finger deeper into me without warning. Matt's breath was rapid against my back as he slid his finger in and out, before he finally added a second digit, stretching my hole to accommodate his hand. My grip on the sheets was so tight my knuckles were turning white, but it wasn't enough. I wanted him inside me. No—I needed him inside me, needed to feel that fullness, the closeness of Matt making love to me.
"More." I moaned out as his fingertip brushed against my prostate, jumping at the instant pleasure that shot along my spine. "God, I need more"
"Tell me what you need." Matt whispered in my ear, not slowing down the movement of his fingers. With each thrust, he bumped against that little bundle of nerves that made me see stars.
"Matt." I groaned out in frustration. He was making it too difficult to think straight, and the thought of putting words together in a coherent sentence seemed impossible. I could barely string them together in a clear thought, let alone vocalize what I wanted.
"I know, baby." He said gently with a soft kiss to the back of my neck. In one seemingly flawless motion, Matt rolled me back over onto my back and spread my legs. At some point in ll of this, he had managed to get a condom on and lube up without me even noticing. It was beginning to alarm me that I was so out of focus during sex, but the second Matt's round head pressed against my hole, I lost all current thoughts and let myself think of nothing but Matt, feel nothing but his hardbody pressed against mine as he slid his impressive length inside me in one smooth motion. It didn't hurt as much as last night, but it wasn't really a walk in the park either. His hands found mine as he settled in, and he grasped my fingers tightly as he leaned down to kiss me. "I love you." He murmured softly against my mouth. I didn't quite know how to respond, but I think Matt got that pretty well, and just let it go as he began to slide in and out of me. His hands stayed in mine, so I wrapped my les around his waist, pulling him closer to me with each thrust. My cock bounced hard against my stomach with each thrust, and I was just dying to wrap my hand around it and stroke myself to completion.
Matt was having none of that though, and kept fucking me slowly, kissing along my neck and jaw as he slid in and out of me at a torturously slow pace, burning me with each stroke. "Oh, fuck." I moaned out as his hard cock head rubbed against my prostate.
Matt grinned against my mouth, and it was all he took before he began to pump up his rhythm, pounding in and out of me faster and harder with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath us as he drove into me, filling me up and driving me wild. His hands finally released mine, and he instantly moved his hand to grasp my cock. As soon as he made contact with the flesh, I didn't stand a chance. Cum erupted out of me with volcanic force, splashing across my stomach and chest as Matt growled with his own orgasm, filling the condom inside me. He collapsed on top of me, not seeming to care about the layer of sweat and jizz that coated me. My ass twitched around him, totally spent from the pounding I had just received, but aching with pleasure all at the same time. It was an interesting feeling, but one that I loved. Mostly because it was all with Matt.
"Fuck." He moaned out as he pulled out of me. "That was amazing."
"Sure was." I returned, lazily stroking his hair. I loved the weight of his body against mine, and didn't want to waste a minute of our remaining time in the hotel room with anything but staying pressed against this wonderful man who had shown me so much in such a short period of time.
Unfortunately, the busy morning had taken up much of our time, and we had to go back to school before we even got to enjoy the room much longer. The train ride back was boring, having to behave now that Matt was out of his costume. We had shoved the wig and glasses back into our bags, just in case we could ever make use of them again. If I had my way, we would use them as much as possible over the next few months until they were no longer necessary.
By the time we made it back to school, I made my way over to the pool to get in a workout, and Matt said goodbye so that he could get some work done for the student government meeting he had on Sunday. The locker room was empty, which meant I was most likely about to get in some private time, which was exactly what I needed. I wanted to shave a second or two off my event time, but I was finding that it was easier said than done. I was still a little sore from the activities of the night and morning, so I wasn't too sure how this was going to go.
As I expected, the pool was empty, so I flipped the radio on to the channel that I wanted, and jumped in to start a warm up. The cool water was a shock at first, but I rapidly adjusted once I got in a warm up. All the stress and angst from this morning disappeared with each lap, and I was once again at peace with how everything went down with Matt.
It was safe to say that I was incredibly confused about what was happening. I felt one way, then another, acted another way...it was all very confusing and frustrating and I just had no idea what I was supposed to do. I know I wanted to be with Matt, but part of me felt like it was bound to end poorly for one of us. He still had his secret thing with Michelle, and I still wanted to spend time with him outside of school. It really had been a constant game of ups and downs, and it was pretty exhausting. I was not one for drama, but it seemed like that's all this had been. However, I promised Matt I would be patient and stick with it, so stick with it I would.
After fifty laps or so, I was feeling much better about where I stood. It amazed me how easily swimming could ease my mind. It was the one constant I had, and I was able to process anything I needed to. No one to bother me, boss me around, ask for things. Just me and the water. It really didn't get any better. I couldn't even hear anyone under the water; it was truly as private and isolating as I could get.
I grabbed on to the ledge and pulled myself up on to the mats surrounding the pool, grabbing my towel as I did so. Running my towel over my chest and shoulders, I yanked my goggles off and went to head towards the locker room. I jumped nearly a foot in the air when I saw someone sitting on the bleachers watching me, with a hood up over their head. I glanced over at the door and realized there was no way I was making it to the locker room without going past this creep. I took a deep breath and decided to just walk past as if there was nothing weird. My plan was ruined, however, when the hooded person got up and walked towards me, blocking my path completely by doing so. He took off his hood, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was just Adam. Not that I really felt like I was in any danger, but it was weird to see someone lurking like that.
"Hey, Evans." He greeted me. He had barely acknowledged my presence in all the time I've known him, busy with sports I didn't participate in. He was one of the wealthy kids, almost as popular as Matt, and definitely didn't run in my circle. It still amazed me that he spoke to Josh, but then again, Josh had money. He was just a laid back guy who didn't flaunt it to the world.
"Hey." I coughed, wrapping my towel around my waist and wondering why the hell he was following me. "Getting in a workout?"
"Naw." He took a step closer, and it made me uneasy so I took one back. His forehead wrinkled and he looked unhappy, but I didn't trust him one bit. "I wanted to talk to you. I saw you heading this way so I thought I'd wait for you to finish practicing. I've never watched you swim before. You're really good."
"Thanks." I muttered.
"I mean, really good." His eyes drifted along my body, and I regretted that I didn't have anything to cover my torso. His stare was predatory, locking in on my stomach and quite possibly what lay below. I cleared my throat, enough to get his attention back on me. He looked up and grinned at me, but I didn't return it. I didn't want anything to do with whatever he was doing. "I never realized you were so hot." He told me. "I mean, I knew you were good looking, but I never thought that you were gay until I saw you out last night. If I had known, I would have made a move sooner."
"Don't make a move on me. I'm not interested." I told him firmly. "I'm seeing someone."
His eyes went wide. "Someone from school?"
"Does it matter?" I snapped. "Either way, I'm seeing someone. I'm flattered, but don't want you to get the wrong idea."
"That's not what I wanted to talk about." He interjected.
"Then what do you want?"
"No one knows about my...extracurricular activities." He paused.
I let out a sigh. "So you don't want me to tell anyone?" What is it about this school and closet cases? Seriously. The list was growing rapidly. "Don't worry, I won't."
Adam bit his lip. "If it got back to my father, it would be a disaster. He'd cut off my trust fund."
"I won't say anything." I told him again. "I wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt anyone."
"Thanks." He breathed out. He moved to the side a bit, and I took the opportunity to get by. I hustled into the locker room, desperate to get away from him before I said something stupid, but he followed me. I made it to my locker and didn't bother to take my suit off, just pulled my sweatpants and sweatshirt on over the damp bathing suit and grabbed my bag with the stuff from the weekend and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Once again, Adam blocked my way out.
"What can I do for you, Adam? I told you I wouldn't tell anyone that I saw you last night." I sighed, totally frustrated with this whole mess.
Adam moved in closer until I was forced back against arrow of lockers. "It's not that."
"Then what do you want?" I asked, trying to remain calm. Never in a million years had I imagined that Adam would be trying to hit on me in a locker room on a Saturday evening. It was beyond anything I was ever expecting and definitely not something I wanted.
His hand landed on the locker beside my head with a boom. I flinched at the sound, but tried to remain guarded as he leaned in close. "I just thought that maybe we could have a little fun." He leaned in close and took a deep breath by my neck. "You smell amazing." He moved in close, practically right against me.
"Adam, I said I'm not interested in you." I told him, pushing him back slightly. "I'm seeing someone, and it's serious. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would be happy to be with you, but I'm not one of them."
"We can still have some fun." He took his other hand and put it on my shoulder, pushing me back against the lockers and moving even closer, pressed against me this time. He was bigger than me, and my attempts to push him back for futile against his giant frame. "I think you're sexy as hell, and wouldn't mind a go or two. What do you say? Come on, let me fuck you. You'll love it."
That was more than enough. With all the force I could muster, I shoved Adam off of me. "Enough, Adam. Just stop. It's not going to happen." I shoved by him and went to leave the locker room.
"You're going to regret this!" He yelled out after me, but I waved him off and kept moving.
By the time I got back to my room, I was annoyed beyond reason. Josh was out doing whatever he was doing this weekend, so I grabbed my shower stuff and headed to the bathroom. I would probably have to tell Josh about what happened with Adam, but I didn't want to hurt him. He had real feelings for Adam, and even though I didn't like that they were together, I also didn't want to be the one who told him his boyfriend was an asshole. I knew I had to tell him, but I just didn't know how I was supposed to go about doing it.
Josh still wasn't back by the time I got from the shower, so I went to dinner on my own and sat with some of my friends from the swim team. Matt was nowhere to be seen either, but then again, most people ate on their own on Saturday nights. The probability of Matt just getting pizza delivered to the dorm was quite high, so I didn't think anything of it. I probably wouldn't see him until the next day anyway.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." Josh sad as he pulled up a seat next to me. "My dad breezed into town and I had to go to brunch with him, which turned into a full day affair. I'm starving. What are we having today?"
"No worries. It's sausage and peppers tonight." I told him.
He wrinkled his nose. "I'll eat back in the room. Want to come?"
"Sure." I agreed. We said our goodbyes to the rest of the guys and made our way out the main door. The cold air hit me like a brick wall. I was more than ready for the spring to roll around. "So how was it?"
"Terrible, per usual." He grinned. "But I want to hear about your fake Valentine's day. How did it go? Was Matt surprised?"
"Shocked." I told him. "We went to dinner someplace near Dupont Circle, and then we went to that gay club you told me about that lets 18 year olds in. Then the night in the hotel. We fought a bit this morning, but shocker, it was over something stupid. Then we came back."
"That is so not all that happened. Don't hold out on me." He laughed. "Did you guys hook up?"
I could feel the blush creep up across my face, and Josh's laughter only confirmed the fact that I was red as a tomato. "Fine." I grumbled. "We went all the way."
"Went all the way? What are you, a 13 year old girl? You fucked him! That's amazing!"
"I wouldn't call it that." I mumbled. "It was way more than that."
He stopped walking and stared at me for a minute. "Wow, little Jason is in love." Josh teased, but his grin told me it was anything other than serious. "That's great. I mean it. I'm really happy for you."
"It was actually pretty fun." I told him quietly. "Not nearly as bad as I was expecting."
"Did you top him?"
"Josh!" I laughed. "One, it's none of your business, and two, I am not having this conversation as we walk across the green. For crying out loud."
"Fine." He pouted. "But you're telling me everything. I'm not letting this slide."
"Whatever you say." I laughed as I opened the door to the dorm and made my way inside. "It's not that juicy. I can guarantee it won't live up to your expectations. It was very mild."
"Doesn't matter. I still want to know." We made our way up to our room, and once we were settled in, he pounced on me again. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" He whined as he sprawled out on my bed beside me. The boy had a habit of making himself comfortable. "And don't leave anything out." I groaned, but told Josh all about what happened over the weekend, every tiny detail, and he ate it up. When I finished with our subway ride home, his eyes were all glazed over. "Wow. You guys are just perfect." He smiled. "You are totally going to fall in love and get married. It's definitely going to last. I don't care what you say. It's going to. I promise."
"We'll see." I agreed. I glanced at the clock on my phone. "Is it weird that I miss him already?"
Josh made a noise that could only be described as a squeal. "Oh my god, I am obsessed with this right now. Go find him. I know you want to."
"It's okay, I haven't seen you all week, it feels like." I told him. Josh and I were best friends for a reason. I loved spending time with him. "I can hang out with you for a while. I saw Matt all weekend. I can just see him tomorrow."
"Naw, it's cool. Adam and I are going to work out together. He has a key to the varsity gym so he was going to show me some stuff." He seemed so nonchalant about it, but it was like a punch in the stomach for me. I forgot about the whole Adam situation. "Why's it look like your dog died?" He asked, curiosity filling his warm brown eyes. "You look majorly freaked out."
"Josh, I...." I started, nearly losing my nerve. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided I had to tell him. "I saw Adam out last night. He was at the same club and was trying to dance with me. Then he followed me to the pool and locker room and tried to get me to hook up with him."
Josh just stared at me for a minute, and the unreadable expression frayed my nerves. Finally, he let out a sigh. "I know."
"Of course. He told me after, cause he felt like a huge dick. We're not exclusive or anything, and he's not even out so it's not really a huge issue. I know you would never do anything with him, so it's not like I had anything to worry about."
"But he was at a gay club....hitting on god knows who. That can't be quite so easy to overlook."
Josh's jaw clenched ever so slightly, but he quickly eased back into his normal self again. "It's complicated, Jay. I don't like it, but I do like him a whole hell of a lot. If he needs to run around and be free, it's okay with me. He's honest with me, though, and that's enough."
"I don't really like that. You deserve so much better than that. He should be parading you around like a prize."
Josh just shrugged. "Luckily, I didn't ask for your opinion." He gave me a small grin. "It's okay. I'm handling it."
"It's fine." He interrupted, holding up a hand to stop me in my tracks. "I don't want your perception of your relationship to get ruined or bogged down by my drama. You have something great with Matt, don't you think? You should be focusing on that. Enjoy it. Love it. Don't worry about me and Adam. He always comes back around, every time he's ever a shit head. Really, don't worry about me. I'll tell you if I need someone to talk to, but for now, I want us to really focus on you."
"No, that's not okay." I snapped. "I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to support you."
"And you do, but for this one thing, I want you to just worry about you. Please." He gave me such a huge grin, it was hard to believe we were arguing about this instead of something like which PlayStation game to play. "I just want us to work on how great things at with Matt and keep you from fucking that up."
"I won't fuck it up." I argued. I sat up straighter on my bed and leaned against the wall. "I don't really know how things are supposed to go with these things though. He told me he loved me, and I didn't say it back, so I'm sure that's bad. But we argue a lot, and over the same things. It's very soap opera ish, and that's what worries me. I think it's just cause he wants to hide everything, but what if it's not?"
Josh waved his arm at me. "It's fine. Things are always more dramatic when they're a secret. It'll be easier once he's ready to fess up to his dad."
"Yeah, you're right."
"As usual." He grinned. "So are you going to go down there tonight? Or he could come here? Adam's roommate is out of town for the weekend so we can go there after."
"It's okay." I told him. "Go enjoy your workout. I'll probably go down there. I don't know, if I hear from him I guess."
Josh's phone pinged with a text, and as quickly as he had breezed in at dinner, he left our room. It made me feel even worse about the whole thing with Adam, but there was apparently nothing I could do about it. It made me feel kind of helpless, but maybe we could eventually find someone better suited than Adam for Josh. He was such a great guy, he definitely didn't deserve to be treated poorly.
Since Josh had left, I decided that I would just venture down to see Matt and see what he was up to. I should probably use the time for homework or something, but since I found out I had gotten into my first choice college, the desire to do work had somewhat faded. I couldn't slack off completely, but I could definitely find something more interesting to do on a Saturday night.
When I got down to Matt's room, the door was unlocked, per usual. He really only ever locked it when he was off campus. He didn't have anything of real value in there that anyone else on campus didn't have, so he felt perfectly safe. Whenever we were in there together, though, he certainly made a point of locking the door. It was a fun little secret at first, but it had gotten old. On the other hand, I was more than okay with the fact that no one was able to just walk in on us whenever they wanted, whether we were doing anything or not. That time was pretty sacred to us.
I found Matt on the floor, shirtless, and doing push ups. If there was ever a sight for sore eyes, a view of Matt Humphrey working out and sweating would certainly be it. He had been working out a lot harder now that lacrosse season was around the corner, and his muscles bulged and flexed in all the right places. I could feel the drool start to form in my mouth before I even processed that it was happening. The thick cords along his back and triceps stretched and bulged with each push up, and all the blood immediately rushed south. Matt apparently didn't even realize I had entered the room, because he continued for at least twenty more just as I watched. When he finally rolled over onto his back and started to do sit ups, he finally startled when he realized I was watching him.
"Hey." He laughed as he pushed himself into a standing position and walked over to me. "What are you doing here?"
My throat was dry from staring at him, so I quickly cleared it before he realized I was a total creep and had been drooling over him. "Just thought I'd come say hi. I saw you weren't at dinner."
"well, I'm glad you came by." He told me with a grin before leaning over and kissing me quickly. "I was on the phone with my father and I lost track of time. I just ate here instead and figured I'd get in a work out before I decided what to do with my night."
"Any big plans?" I asked before I plopped down on the couch. Matt had been spending a lot of time with me lately, so I'm sure he had something to do with his own friends so they wouldn't suspect anything.
"Mike Allen is having a party at his parents' house, I had thought about going with the guys. Pretty much the whole lacrosse team is going, and it would be a good chance to get to know some of the younger guys who will probably be moved up to varsity this year. I figured I should probably make an appearance as captain and all. Make sure everyone knows who I am."
"Everyone knows who you are." I told him. "You're BMOC. You're practically royalty around here."
"That's not true." He laughed.
"Whatever you say, Mr. President."
"That doesn't matter and you know it." He sat beside me. "What are you going to do tonight?"
"Probably just work on some of my senior research paper." I shrugged. "No big plans."
"Do you want to go to the party with me?" He offered.
"You know we can't go there together." I scoffed. He nodded, but he had that dejected look on his face that he got whenever I said no to something. "Thanks, though."
"You could still come, though. We could hang out there, even if we didn't go there together."
"It's fine, really." I told him. "We spent all last night together. Go hang out with your friends and have a good time. We can hang out tomorrow, do some studying together or whatever."
"Yeah, of course! Go have some fun. You really should be hanging out with your teammates more often anyway."
"Thanks." He leaned over and kissed me gently, dipping his tongue in gently as if he was exploring my mouth lazily. It was sweet and soft, no promise of anything more tonight. "After talking to my dad, I could use a little bit of fun. Plus I really should be a proactive member of the team. There are so many seniors this year that it'll suck next year for them. We need to build up the younger guys a bit so that they have a fighting chance."
"Totally." I agreed, standing up and stretching. "I'm going to head back upstairs. Have fun tonight?"
He followed me to the door, and before I could open it, he had his shirtless body pressed against my back. His hands fell onto my waist as he held me close to him. "Are you sure I can't talk you into coming with me?" He murmured against my neck. "There will be plenty of guys there that aren't on the team besides you, you know." His lips found my earlobe and I struggled to hold in the moan that threatened to escape. Whenever Matt did this to me, exerted his dominance over me, I was usually putty in his hands. But tonight, I wanted to let him go do something with his friends. There was no need for me to hold him back, especially because we had just had such a great time last night and this morning. It was okay to let him have a little independence. "Plus, maybe we could sneak off and find a little privacy." He teased, ghosting his lips along my neck again.
"It's okay, really. I want you to have fun with your friends." I let my head tilt back on his shoulder as his hands roamed. "But let's spend the day together tomorrow." I ordered, turning to face him. He pressed me up against the door and his mouth instantly found mine, hard and rough this time. The smell of sweat invaded my nostrils, but it was pleasant, manly, and it didn't bother me in the slightest. Matt's grip shifted down to my ass, pulling me closer to him until we were practically one. I began to slide down slightly as his mouth held me captive, so with a single heave, Matt lifted me up and pulled my legs tight around his waist. With an upwards thrust, Matt's erection bumped against mine, and the moan that escaped me was strangled through his kisses. At this rate, we weould never make it away from each other.
"Fuck." He breathed out as he pressed against me, his forehead resting on mine as we both caught our breath. "Unbelievable, this effect you have on me."
"I know." I panted, pulling myself down until I was standing again. Matt's kiss had left me breathless and kind of weak in the knees.
"And you really won't come with me?" He gave me the most adorable set of puppy eyes that didn't exactly match the macho exterior of his sweaty body from working out for lacrosse practice, and were hard to resist. Unfortunately, I knew it was for the best if we were not both at the same party. He needed to stay as normal as possible, and he had already shifted from that pretty dramatically.
"Sorry. Maybe next time. I just really want you to have fun with your friends. We'll hang out tomorrow."
"I know, I know. It's probably the best idea anyway, with the whole Adam thing from last night anyway. I don't want him starting any shit."
"He's hanging out with Josh tonight so I don't think you have much to worry about, but I do think that maybe you should go and have fun. Let some steam off and forget bout whatever happened with your dad. I'm going to work on my paper and head to bed early. My swim today tired me out anyway. Josh is out so I can just watch a movie and relax."
He planted one more soft kiss on my mouth and sighed. 'Fine. I'll miss you though."
I smiled at that. I loved when he was all sweet and corny like that. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "I'll miss you too."
With one last lingering kiss, I left his room and made my way up to my own. The silence that hung there without Josh was weird, but nice. I very rarely got a night entirely to myself, so maybe this would be kind of nice...three hours and two movies later proved that it was also kind of boring. I had made a good dent in my paper, but there still wasn't much going on in the dorm because people tended to scatter over the weekend. These boys had the privilege of growing up in at least upper middle class homes, and most went home for the weekend or off on some trip that was expensed by their parents. I had never really cared about that, but now that I had one of those upper crust boys to call my own, I resented the fact that I didn't get to spoil him the way that I wanted. He seemed happy enough, but I wish I could send him to the moon and back.
Around midnight, I finally called it quits and crawled into bed. I flicked through the channels on the TV until I found a James Bond movie and set the timer to shut itself off in a while. Josh had brought the large screen in from home, but it still wasn't half as big as the one in Matt's suite. It did the job for tonight though.
I was just drifting off when I swore I heard a knock on the door. Deciding to ignore it, I rolled over and tried to get comfortable again, but the knock persisted. With a groan, I climbed out of bed and padded over to the door. Standing in the doorway, looking as handsome as ever, was Matt. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I thought you were going to be at the party all night."
"Here's the thing." He started. "I was there, and should have been having a great time with my friends. There was booze, plenty of girls, music—everything you need to have a great time."
"But then I realized that the one thing I wanted most WASN'T there, and I just couldn't enjoy it."
My gut clenched. "Matt, you should have had fun with your friends."
He nodded. "You're right, I absolutely should have, but I just couldn't force myself to. I love you, Jason. I want to spend as much time as possible with you, not hang around some party with drunk girls climbing all over me."
I couldn't hold back my grin. "Well, aren't you just a softy tonight."
"There is nothing soft about me right now." He gave me a wicked grin that sent a chill down my spine. "Can I come in?"
I held the door open for him to come in, shutting it and locking it once he was inside. He turned to face me once he was inside and gave me that smile again. "God, you look so hot right now." His voice was all husky, and I could faintly smell vodka radiating from him as he stood strong in the middle of the room.
"Why don't we go to bed?" I suggested gently, not wanting him to get too crazy just because he was drunk and frisky. I moved back to where I had been sleeping before he knocked and got under the covers. "Come on." I urged.
Matt complied, but only after he stripped off all his clothes in a tauntingly slow strip tease. My mouth watered as I took in those muscles all over again, watching every dip and curve flex as he lowered his pants and kicked them off. Once he was totally bare, he climbed into the narrow twin bed with me and began to nuzzle up against my neck. I did very little to resist him, and by very little, I mean nothing. At all. I just let him kiss along my neck, nibbling his way along my collarbone and down over my chest. Matt's hands roamed along with his mouth. He was making love to my body with his lips and tongue, and there was no way I was going to be able to turn him down. With a sigh, I laid back as his hands found the top of my boxers and began to slide them down my legs. My cock sprang to attention, bouncing against my stomach as he continued to caress me all over. By the time he finally made it all the way to my groin, I was shaking in anticipation. "You're such a beautiful man, Jason." He whispered. "I'm so lucky I have you."
My heart fluttered in my chest as I struggled to keep my eyes on him moving over me, but the pleasure was too much and I found myself dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. My fingers were tangled in my sheets as he finally wrapped his mouth around me, sending a spasm down my spine as he did so. I barely lasted two minutes before I exploded in his mouth with a satisfied groan. As I lay there panting, Matt didn't say another word, but simply crawled back up along my body and turned me so I was facing away from him. His arms quickly wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, so close I could feel his heart beat against my back. It took mere seconds for him to pass out, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck as we lay entangled in each other. The exhaustion set in shortly after, and I eventually passed out in the sanctuary of his arms. We may have a lot of ups and downs, and there may be a lot of confusion in our soap opera-esque lives, but one thing was for certain: Matt Humphrey was without a doubt the most wonderful boy I had ever met, and I was going to give him all the patience and support that he needed until he was as comfortable with himself as he needed to be. I had faith that he would eventually come out, and it was all I could do but support him. The feelings I had for him were unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I was going to support him in any way that I could until we could finally be together exactly the way we both wanted. All I could do was hope that that day would come soon, because I was or ethan ready to begin our lives together.
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