Where You Least Expect It

by Durango, M.

  Matt responded with a kiss, hard enough that their teeth clashed. Christian’s leg wrapped around his, one hand twisting in his hair and the other grabbing his ass as they moved together.

  Matt broke the kiss and gasped out, “Oh, God, I’m close.”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah, honey. Do you want to come, Matt? Fuck, honey, do it.” Suddenly Christian was in charge, grinding them together and panting in Matt’s ear about how hot Matt was, how he thought about Matt when he touched himself.

  Matt lost it, shouting something that might have been Christian’s name and might have just been nonsense. Christian followed a second later, hot come mixing on their stomachs.

  They both collapsed, panting, still touching.

  “I — is this okay?” Matt stayed close, not quite snuggling, but not too far away, either. He could just make out Christian’s features in the dim light coming in through the windows.

  “I think so,” Christian said. “Remember, I said we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  Matt had a sudden flash of insight, one that had seemed to elude him in all of his previous relationships. “I think I like it. Besides, if we’re going to make this work, we’ll have to figure all of this out anyway, right? I mean, we need to figure out what each of us likes and how it works together.”

  Christian smiled. “Right. I like snuggling and napping after sex.”

  Matt couldn’t resist kissing Christian’s smile. “I like snuggling and napping with you after sex.”

  “Good deal.” Christian curled into Matt, wrapping an arm around Matt’s waist and burying his face in Matt’s neck.

  ***

  When Matt woke up a few hours later, he was alone. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he found Christian in the kitchen, looking through his cabinets. He slipped his arms around Christian’s waist.

  “Oh, hey.” Christian leaned back against his chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I was hungry.”

  “Not trying to sneak out?” Matt teased.

  “Nope. Not a chance. I was just hoping to steal some of your food before you woke up.”

  “What were you going to do when I noticed?” Matt didn’t mention the fact that he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

  Christian looked up at him. “Deny all knowledge and blame it on gremlins, maybe.”

  Matt laughed. “I might have some spaghetti we can make, or I can order us something.”

  “Spaghetti’s fine. I’m kind of low on cash anyway.” Christian nuzzled against him.

  “Okay.” Matt dropped a kiss on Christian’s shoulder. “I’ll buy you real food tomorrow.”

  Christian smiled and turned around. “You mean like a real date?”

  Matt’s eyebrow went up as he looked at Christian with mild incredulity before laughing. “Yeah, like a real date. Assuming you want to go out on a real date with me.”

  “Well, I don’t know if I have anything to wear and I was planning on washing my hair, but I suppose I can rearrange my schedule.”

  Matt poked Christian in the ribs causing Christian to squeak and stick his tongue out at Matt while jumping out of Matt’s reach. “No tickling.”

  Matt pretended to think about it for a minute before conceding. “Okay, no tickling. Cooking.” He looked down at himself. “Pants first, though, I think.” Matt winked at Christian and went to find clothes. Christian followed a few moments later and practically bumped into Matt as they passed in the living room.

  “Lights, too.” Matt paused to kiss Christian before turning on a lamp on his way to the kitchen.

  Matt started water boiling and hunted through the cabinet for a jar of sauce. When Christian returned, he held up the jar for approval. “You don’t have any food allergies or weird aversions do you?

  “Nope, none. What are we having?”

  “Mushrooms and garlic sauce. That work for you?

  “Perfect. Can I do anything to help?”

  “I think I have it under control. I’m a bachelor — spaghetti and take out are my specialties.” He dumped the sauce into a pan and turned it on low to simmer.

  He could feel Christian’s eyes on him as he moved around the kitchen, getting plates and silverware, occasionally stirring the noodles and sauce. He’d chosen the tight T-shirt he wore on purpose, knowing how well it showed off his muscles, but he hadn’t expected Christian’s gaze to be so distracting.

  Finally running out of things to do while they waited for the food to cook, Matt leaned against the counter and looked over at Christian. “Have you registered for classes next semester yet?”

  Christian shook his head. “Not for a couple of weeks, but I already know what I’m taking.”

  Christian filled in some more details about what classes he was taking and what his recent exams had been in.

  “I tend to babble about stuff I’m interested in so just stop me if I get boring,” Christian said as they dished out their spaghetti.

  Matt shook his head, wanting to convince Christian he really was interested. “No, I really do find it interesting. I’m not just pretending. I only got into computers because I tested well and it was available when I went in the service.”

  “So, if you could do it again, would you do it differently?” Christian asked between bites of pasta.

  Matt shrugged. “I don’t know. I really didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do after high school and wasn’t really into spending more time in school, you know?”

  “I take it you didn’t like high school very much?”

  Matt twirled his spaghetti around his fork. “It was just something I had to do. I played sports, but I didn’t really run with that crowd. Mostly kept to myself, studied, got good grades. Hung out with Sam and Alison.”

  “What did you play?”

  “Football and baseball. I ran track one year but I hated it. Football was my favorite.”

  “Really? Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Or maybe that’s my own fantasy of you running around with a bunch of sweaty guys.”

  “You’re a perv.”

  “Maybe. You give me lots of material to work with.”

  They made short work of cleaning up and storing the leftovers. Matt pulled Christian close and kissed him.

  “Mm, tomato.”

  Matt laughed. “What do you want to do now that I’ve fed you?”

  “What time is it?”

  They both looked at the clock on the microwave. “Almost eleven,” Matt said.

  Christian fiddled with the hem of Matt’s shirt. “I guess I should go.”

  Neither of them made any move to separate.

  “You could stay,” Matt said finally.

  “I could?”

  “You could. If you want.”

  Christian smiled. “Okay. Want to watch TV and make out on the couch?”

  Matt grinned. “You have excellent ideas.” Holding Christian’s hand, he led the way into the living room. “I still have that episode of Top Chef recorded.”

  “That works for me.”

  This time, instead of pretending they were just hanging out, Matt pulled Christian close and let him curl up against his side.

  “Comfortable?” Matt asked.

  “Yes, thank you. Did I mention that I like to snuggle?”

  “You did.” Matt kissed the top of Christian’s head affectionately. Matt was pretty confident he liked it, too. Especially when it was Christian curled up against his side, warm and sleepy.

  Chapter Eleven

  The warm body in his bed momentarily disconcerted Matt. He rolled over and took a minute to watch Christian sleeping beside him, hair mussed and blankets half thrown off.

  Even though it was well after nine, Matt didn’t want to disturb Christian. He expected to feel strange waking up with someone in his bed — particularly a man. Instead, he liked having Christian around and didn’t feel pressured, unlike his experiences in the past.

  Christian was starting to wake up, blinking open his eyes and smiling at Matt.

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nbsp; Matt returned the smile and reached out to touch Christian’s jaw. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

  Christian nuzzled into Matt, almost purring. “Morning.”

  Matt nuzzled him back and kissed along his jaw line. “Sleep okay?”

  “Mmm-hmm. You’re warm and your bed’s way nicer than mine.” Christian stretched, starting to wake up enough to kiss Matt lightly. “You?”

  “I did.” He kissed Christian again, cock starting to take an interest.

  Christian pressed up against him. “Want to take a shower? Get all wet and soapy?”

  “That sounds like an excellent idea.” After one last kiss, Matt rolled out of bed before they got too distracted.

  Matt got the water running and Christian joined him after a minute, hands sliding around Matt’s waist and mouth sucking up a mark on Matt’s shoulder. Matt rumbled happily and leaned back against Christian, lacing their fingers together and enjoying the feel of the warm water cascading down his chest.

  He could feel Christian’s erection pressing against his ass. He pressed back just enough for Christian to feel it.

  Christian moaned softly as his hands caressed Matt’s chest and his hips rocked forward.

  Matt let his head fall back as he reveled in the feeling of Christian’s hands touching his chest. He could feel Christian’s tongue and lips licking drops of water from his skin and he turned so he could steal a taste of Christian’s mouth.

  Matt captured Christian’s mouth and used his hands on Christian’s ass to push their erections together. Christian rocked against him for a minute before pulling back and reaching for the soap, lathering Matt’s chest, shoulders, and belly.

  Christian traced the curve of Matt’s hip and down to the tops of Matt’s thighs.

  Their tongues tangled wetly, water pouring around them. Matt took the soap from Christian and ran his hands over Christian’s body, following the paths of the bubbles as they ran down Christian’s chest.

  Matt moaned as Christian cupped his testicles with soapy hands and slicked the soft skin behind Matt’s balls, shivering as Christian’s fingers moved further back, almost but not quite touching his hole. After teasing Matt, Christian wrapped a hand around Matt’s cock and slowly started jerking him, still kissing him and sucking on his lower lip.

  Matt breathed heavily, suddenly achingly hot. The soap made Christian’s hand slide easily up and down Matt’s cock, made it easy for Matt to thrust through Christian’s fist. His own hands were still moving roughly over Christian’s chest, fingers digging in slightly. Christian pushed into the touches, grip tightening as Matt teased a nipple.

  “God, Matt, I want you.”

  Matt’s whole body was on fire. Christian was still jacking Matt slowly, running his thumb over the head and the sensitive skin just below it. Matt reached up and wrapped one hand around Christian’s neck, thumb stroking his pulse point, while reaching for Christian’s hard-on with the other, fingers finding slick precome and soap. Christian whimpered.

  “Oh, fuck yes, so fucking hot, so hard for me. Can’t believe how much you want it.” Matt tried to match the pace of Christian’s hand on his cock, slow and firm, enough to make his balls ache but not enough to make him come.

  “I want it. I want it bad.” Christian leaned his forehead against Matt’s chest, watching them jerk each other. His hand slid around Matt’s ass, teasing along the crease.

  “Tell me.” Matt was so hot he was going to come, just like this, standing in the shower stroking each other slowly.

  Christian let out a long groan, panting out his words. “I want… everything. I love when you touch me. I want to feel your mouth on me, sucking me.” Christian was shaking and Matt could feel that he was close. They started to move faster, hips rocking. “I want you to fuck me, Matt, want you inside me.”

  The words alone would have been enough to make Matt lose it, but the combination of Christian’s hands on him, stroking his cock and teasing his ass, and the heat and pure need behind the words pushed Matt over the edge. He tried to keep jerking Christian as he came, wanting Christian with him.

  When Matt’s head started to clear, he realized that Christian was still leaning against him. He let go of Christian’s cock and wrapped around him, holding him loosely as the water sluiced over them, rinsing away the come. Christian leaned up and kissed Matt’s chin. “I think I like waking up with you.”

  Matt chuckled. “We should get clean and try to find some food.”

  Christian stretched, wrapping his arms around Matt’s neck. “Good plan.”

  They shared kisses and touches, cleaning up quickly. Matt shut the water off and handed Christian a towel.

  “Do you want me to see if I have a T-shirt that might fit you?”

  Christian shrugged. “If you can, but it’s no big deal. We can head to my place after we eat.” Christian pulled on his boxers and jeans and flopped down on the bed, lying on his stomach and watching Matt dig through the dresser drawers, finally pulling out an old blue T-shirt.

  “This hasn’t fit me in a while. Here.” He tossed it at Christian, who rolled into a sitting position and pulled the T-shirt on. It was still a little big, but it mostly fit, and it was clean.

  “What do you want to do for breakfast? There really isn’t much food here.”

  Christian made a face. “If we’re going out, something not too expensive. I’m a poor college student, remember.”

  Matt walked into the bathroom to mess with his hair. “I can buy breakfast.” He tried to make it nonchalant, but he was feeling a little like he was in new territory. He was never very good at navigating the whole who-should-pay subject and now it had a new twist.

  Christian waited to respond until Matt came back into the bedroom. “You don’t have to, you know.”

  “I know. I want to. It’s not… charity or whatever, and it’s not because I feel like I have to. I know I make more than you do and I don’t have a problem spending it.”

  Christian looked at him thoughtfully for a minute. “Okay. I don’t want to take advantage of you, though.”

  Matt grinned. “You can just make up for it later.”

  “Sex in exchange for breakfast, huh? Isn’t that illegal?”

  Matt laughed and pulled Christian to his feet. “Maybe. Come on, I’m starving.”

  He led Christian into the living room. “So, what do you like?”

  “Dude, did I mention I’m a poor starving college student who thinks a cheeseburger is a treat? I’ll eat pretty much anything.”

  Matt took their jackets out of the coat closet and handed over Christian’s. Matt mentioned the name of his usual breakfast place and Christian agreed. “I love their bacon.” Christian started to unlock the door but Matt stopped him.

  “Wait. I don’t think I’m ready for public displays of affection, so we should do this first.” He leaned down and kissed Christian thoroughly. When Matt stepped back, he laughed at the slightly dazed look on Christian’s face. “We can go now.”

  Christian blinked. “Oh, right.”

  ***

  “How was everything?” the server asked, bringing them the check.

  “Excellent, thanks.” Matt passed over his debit card. He usually liked eating by himself because he got to read the paper and settle into his weekend, but he found he enjoyed the time with Christian at least as much. Maybe more.

  Matt turned back and caught Christian trying to watch him inconspicuously.

  “What?” Matt asked.

  Christian shook his head. “Nothing.” He fiddled with a random crumb on the table. “So I guess we should head back to your place so I can get my bike.” It sounded more like a question than a statement to Matt.

  “Right. Do you need to leave? I didn’t even ask if you were working, did I?”

  Christian smiled at him. “No, you didn’t, and yeah, I have to go in from three to ten. A couple of people have already headed home for Christmas break, so I’m picking up extra shifts this week.”

  Christm
as. Shit, Matt hadn’t even thought about that yet. “Are you staying here for Christmas?”

  “No, I’ll head home on the twenty-third. My parents really want me to stay through New Year’s, so I probably won’t be back until the third. I hate missing the work, but I want to avoid the argument, you know? What are you doing for the holiday?”

  “I have no idea,” Matt said honestly. “I mean, I don’t have family and last year I was still with Katie. Sam’s mom usually invites me over, so I might do that, but it might seem a little odd. I don’t know.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something awkward.”

  The waitress brought Matt’s debit slip back for him to sign and left them alone again.

  “No, it’s fine. You ready?” Matt didn’t want Christian to feel the need to tiptoe around him.

  “Yeah, sure.” Christian took a last swallow of his coffee and stood to follow Matt out of the restaurant.

  “I can drive you to work if you want,” Matt offered.

  Christian looked at Matt out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah? Trying to keep me around for a few more hours?”

  “Maybe.”

  “You’ll have to pick me up, too.”

  “I can do that. Maybe I’ll even buy food and feed you again later.”

  “Cool.” Christian smiled and shoved his hands in his pocket, matching Matt’s pace as they walked back to the condo.

  ***

  It was Tuesday before they were able to see each other again. Once safely behind closed doors, Matt grabbed Christian for a kiss, cold lips warming up quickly.

  Matt pulled back finally. “Hey,” he said softly.

  “Hey.” Christian smiled happily, checks and nose red from the cold.

  “I should change.” Matt was still wearing his work clothes.

  “Okay.” Neither of them made any move to separate.

  Matt kissed Christian again, finally pulling back. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be here.”

  Matt changed into jeans and a sweater and took a quick look around the bedroom. Of course, it was spotless.

  When he got back to the living room, Christian was sitting on the couch flipping through one of the books Matt left on the coffee table. Christian smiled up at him.