by Durango, M.
“I have food. Want to help me cook?” “Nurturing” wasn’t a word anyone would have used to describe Matt, but here he was, shopping so that Christian would eat decent food and worrying about Christian bike riding at night.
Christian stood and put his arms around Matt’s waist, seeming to take Matt’s offer to eat a home cooked meal in stride. “Sure. But first I want to kiss you again.” He leaned up and kissed Matt, slowly sucking on Matt’s lower lip.
Matt returned the embrace, and the kiss, lips parting to pull Christian’s tongue into his mouth and swallowing Christian’s moan.
Christian’s stomach rumbled at almost the same moment. Matt laughed and Christian buried his face in Matt’s chest. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Let’s make dinner. We can make out later.”
“I certainly hope so.” Christian looked expectant.
Matt gave Christian one last quick kiss before leading the way into the kitchen.
“So, um.” Matt paused, wondering if Christian would find this weird. “I picked up some chicken and a couple of other things at the store. I thought maybe we could do chicken and potatoes. I even got some cans of vegetables.”
Christian was smiling at him again. “That sounds fabulous. What do you want me to do?”
Just like last time, Matt found he liked cooking with Christian. The little kisses and touches certainly didn’t detract from things, either.
They tried to watch TV while dinner cooked but were making out on the couch when the kitchen timer buzzed. Matt was glad he hadn’t tried to rely on his ability to watch the clock or they would be eating overcooked chicken.
They chatted through dinner and cleaning up, trading stories about Matt’s job and Christian’s upcoming classes. They ended up ignoring the television again.
“Been thinking about you.” Matt kissed Christian’s ear and was rewarded with a shiver.
“Yeah? What about me?” Christian stretched to give Matt better access to his neck.
“About you sucking me. About how fucking good it feels. Keep thinking about what you said in the shower.” He moved his hand down to rub Christian’s erection. “Can I suck you?” He felt Christian’s dick throb at the words.
“Oh, shit. Are you sure?”
“I am. I keep thinking about it. I want to know what it’s like, what you taste like.”
Christian groaned, a long and pleading sound. “Matt. Love the things you say.”
“Yeah? You like it when I tell you that I can’t stop thinking about your mouth on me? I touch myself and think about my cock sliding in and out of your mouth. About what it would be like to do that to you.” Matt started nibbling on Christian’s Adam’s apple, moving down and running his teeth over Christian’s T-shirt covered nipple.
Christian groaned. “Good.”
Matt slid his hand lower to cup Christian’s balls briefly before sitting up and pulling Christian’s T-shirt off, baring the smooth chest. He moaned when he saw one of the marks he’d sucked onto Christian’s stomach the other night.
Christian slid down on the couch, legs spreading for Matt. Matt moved his hand back to Christian’s cock, rubbing a couple of times before relenting and unbuttoning Christian’s jeans like they both wanted. He leaned up and kissed Christian again before pulling off his sweater.
Christian moaned and dropped his hand to his own cock.
Matt knelt on the floor in front of Christian, pulling Christian’s jeans off on the way and watching Christian stroke himself for a minute before taking over. Matt kissed Christian’s thighs, nuzzled and licked Christian’s balls, drawing out more needy sounds.
“Matt.” Christian spread his legs wider.
Matt looked up as he sucked on Christian’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, Matt. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Is it?” Matt asked before licking around the base of Christian’s cock.
“Oh, God. Suck me, honey, please.”
Matt kept licking Christian’s cock, slowly moving up the length before gripping the base so he could wrap his lips around the head.
Christian moaned loudly.
Matt slid his mouth down Christian’s cock, letting himself adjust to the girth and the flavor. Matt couldn’t go as deep as Christian could, but he compensated with his hands and tongue.
He chanced a glance up at Christian, whose head was thrown back, eyes shut tight, lips slightly parted on a moan, rocking gently.
Matt kept sucking and licking, bringing Christian closer to the edge. He could taste the precome leaking from Christian’s cock and concentrated on getting more and making Christian’s moans louder.
“Matt. God, close. Soon.”
Matt kept sucking, using Christian’s moans to guide him. He felt Christian’s cock get even harder before starting to pulse, hot come shooting out over his tongue. He was momentarily startled, but swallowed all of it.
Matt kept licking through the aftershocks, just like Christian had done for him, careful not to over stimulate. When he looked up to meet Christian’s slightly dazed expression, he felt suddenly self-conscious.
He swallowed. He knew there was no such thing as bad head, but still. “Was that good?”
Christian smiled brightly. “That was amazing. When I can move, I’ll return the favor.”
Matt laughed and kissed Christian’s hip before settling himself on the couch. He pulled Christian into his arms and kissed spiky hair. His own cock was pushing insistently against his zipper, throbbing in time with his heartbeat as he waited for Christian to recover.
Christian’s hand moved up Matt’s thigh to his erection. Matt couldn’t hold back his groan. Christian twisted to suck on Matt’s nipple, drawing it into a tight peak.
“Christian,” Matt pleaded; he might have been embarrassed if he had been less turned on.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.” Christian opened Matt’s pants and pushed them out of the way, lowering his head and sucking Matt in deep.
Matt cursed and thrust forward, trying to pull his jeans the rest of the way down. Christian helped, getting his jeans low enough to fondle Matt’s balls while sucking him off.
Matt didn’t last long. He’d been horny all day and waiting through dinner had only made him more eager. Christian swallowed around him as he came, gentling as Matt’s orgasm subsided. Christian licked the last drops of come from Matt’s prick before moving up to curl against his chest again.
They sat there together dozing slightly, Christian drawing random patterns on Matt’s chest as Matt rubbed his hand along Christian’s arm.
“Want to go to bed?” Matt finally asked.
“Hmm. Okay.” Christian stretched and stood up, pulling Matt along with him.
They both laughed when Matt’s jeans fell down around his ankles as he stood, almost tripping him. Matt finished stripping and picked up his clothes before heading into the bedroom.
Christian followed a minute later with his clothes and backpack. He blushed when Matt looked at him with a raised brow.
“I figured I might end up staying and brought clothes for tomorrow. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, you know, it actually is.” They crawled into bed together, kissing softly.
“It’s kind of early to be going to sleep,” Matt pointed out.
“Yeah, I noticed that, actually. Want to make out again?”
“Definitely.”
All in all, Matt thought it was a damned fine way to end a Tuesday.
Chapter Twelve
Later that week, Matt let Sam prevail on him to spend Christmas Day at Sam’s mom’s house, but that didn’t stop him from waiting up until after midnight for Christian to call Christmas Eve.
“Hey, I’m sorry it’s so late. Mom had a ton of stuff for me to do and I kept thinking I was going to get time, and I didn’t, and then there was this thing at my aunt’s house, and I know it’s only been a day but I miss you.”
Matt laughed at the rush of words. “I miss you
, too. And it’s okay that it’s late; I’m just glad I got to talk to you. Are you having fun at least?”
He could almost hear Christian’s shrug. “Mostly. I’ve got family stuff all day tomorrow, but Trent and I will probably manage to shut ourselves up in my basement and play video games on Friday, which will be cool.”
The tiniest ripple of jealousy went through Matt. “Yeah? That sounds like fun. How was the drive?”
Christian picked up on it. “You’re jealous!”
“I am not!” Matt’s protest may have been a bit louder than he anticipated.
Christian laughed. “I think it’s sweet. And don’t worry, I don’t plan on screwing around with Trent.”
“I know. I just… I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
“Now you’re being silly. You’re not. And you won’t. And I don’t want him to come between us, either.”
“He won’t.” Matt missed Christian and was disappointed they couldn’t spend the holiday together, but didn’t feel threatened by Trent.
“Good. How was work? No one came up with some crazy project for you, did they?”
Matt wondered if he spent too much time complaining about his job. “Work was remarkably quiet. I got out at four.”
“Oh, cool.” Christian yawned loudly. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s late. You should get some sleep.” Matt didn’t want Christian to fall asleep during his family Christmas.
“I’d rather talk to you, but you’re probably right. Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Absolutely. Leave a message if I don’t answer. And have a Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
It was only after he ended the call that Matt registered Christian’s use of “honey” when they weren’t having sex. He thought maybe he didn’t mind it.
***
On Christmas, Sam made a couple of comments about what a good mood Matt was in; Matt tried to blow it off, which worked for the most part. He had fun with Sam’s family, exchanged a few gifts, teased Sam’s sister, ate too much. He and Sam both dodged questions about whom they were dating.
Matt talked with Christian every day, however briefly. Christian complained about being away through New Year’s, but Matt convinced him to spend the time with his family. Although not saying so, Matt wasn’t sure they should be rearranging their holidays for each other just yet. Christian relented, admitting that his dependence on Trent for a ride was the deciding factor. Christian promised to call when he got back to town on Saturday.
Matt spent New Year’s Eve at Riley’s with Sam and a woman named Leah. Like most of Sam’s girlfriends, they had nothing in common, but Matt wasn’t as bothered by it as he usually was.
The surprise text he received from Christian shortly after midnight made him smile.
“Who’s sending you text messages at midnight?” Sam was suddenly at his shoulder.
Shit. Matt snapped his cell phone closed. “No one. It’s nothing.”
Sam looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Who is she?”
“What?”
“Oh, come on,” Sam gave him a knowing look. “You’ve got that whole happy distracted I’m-getting-laid-look. Who is she?”
Matt hadn’t realized he was being quite so transparent. “No one,” he repeated. “Trust me, there is no woman.” That much, at least, was the truth.
“Fine, be that way. But I will figure it out, you know.”
Matt tried to laugh it off, consoled by the fact that Sam would almost certainly never figure out whom Matt was sleeping with.
Saturday night found Matt waiting for Christian to call and confirm their plans for Sunday.
When the phone rang right around eleven, Matt answered on the second ring. “Hi.”
“Hey. Um, so, I know it’s late, but I’m here.” Christian sounded tired.
“Back at your apartment?” Matt asked.
“No, I mean I’m here. Downstairs. Can I come up? If not, Trent’s still here, so it’s not a big deal if you’re tired or whatever.”
Matt cut Christian off before he could continue babbling. “No, it’s fine. I’m still awake. I’ll let you in.”
“Awesome.” Christian clicked off and Matt only had to wait a second before the buzzer sounded. Christian must have been pretty sure Matt would welcome him. Matt let him in and opened the door into the hallway, waiting for Christian to make it upstairs.
Matt smiled as soon as Christian walked off the elevator, lugging his duffel bag and backpack behind him. He looked slightly rumpled from spending five hours in a car, but Matt thought he looked great.
Matt closed and locked the door as Christian dropped his bags in the spot usually reserved for his bike.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Christian moved immediately into Matt’s arms, letting Matt kiss him before cuddling in for a hug, relaxing in Matt’s embrace. “Fuck, I missed this.”
“Me, too. Are you hungry? Or just tired?”
“We stopped on the road. I really just want to go snuggle and fall asleep, if that’s cool.” Christian looked cautious, as if he was concerned that Matt might be expecting more.
“That sounds excellent.” Matt kissed him again. “Go ahead in, I just want to shut the lights and stuff off.”
Christian grinned tiredly. “Okay.” He kissed Matt before slipping out of Matt’s arms and heading into the bedroom.
Christian was already under the covers when Matt joined him.
Christian was immediately in his arms, head pillowed on Matt’s shoulder and arm wrapped around Matt’s waist. Matt settled the blankets around them and let himself relax with his lover.
***
Matt woke up to the feeling of Christian’s mouth on his chest, tongue trailing along the outlines of his muscles. Matt stretched and rumbled, reaching out to stroke Christian’s hair. Christian slowly moved up the length of Matt’s chest to kiss his lips.
“Morning,” Christian greeted him.
“Morning. Been awake long?”
“Long enough.” Christian pushed his morning erection into Matt’s thigh. “Got any plans for the day?”
Matt rolled them over. “I can probably come up with something.” He pressed Christian into the bed.
Three hours later, they were lying on the couch watching football and digesting breakfast as rain pounded against the windows and the wind howled loudly. Christian was practically asleep on Matt’s chest.
“So, I know we didn’t talk about it or anything, but I got you something for Christmas.”
Christian’s head popped up. “Really. Cool, ‘cause I might have gotten you something, too.”
Matt smiled at him. “If you want to get off me, I’ll even go get it.”
“I don’t know, you are awfully comfortable, but I guess I can make an exception for presents.”
Christian climbed off the couch and headed over to his bag. Matt watched him for a second before getting Christian’s present out of the coat closet.
Christian dropped back down on the couch and looked as though he was barely restraining himself from bouncing as he waited for Matt to sit back down.
“So, uh, you were talking about this a couple of weeks ago and you didn’t mention getting it from your family, so I thought I’d take a chance. We can always exchange it if you want.” Matt handed Christian his gift.
“Okay.” He handed Matt a brightly wrapped package. “I hope you like it.”
Matt watched as Christian tore into his present — a new game for his console system that Matt had lucked upon. “Oh, wow, you found it! You rock!” Now Christian was bouncing, looking like a little kid. “Thank you.” He leaned forward to give Matt a kiss. “Open yours.”
Matt took another kiss. “You’re welcome. Are you going to wait to play it, or do I have to take you home now?” Matt teased.
“I guess I can wait.” Christian grinned and pointed at the present Matt held. “Open!”
Matt laughed. “Okay,
okay.” Matt looked at the wrapping carefully. “I like the paper.”
“Matt! Stop torturing me!” Christian said dramatically.
Matt kept laughing at Christian as he opened the paper with slightly more control than Christian had shown, finally revealing an AC/DC box set, complete with DVD. “Oh, Christian, this is awesome. I’ve been wanting to get this forever.”
“You like it?” Christian looked so happy that Matt had to kiss him again.
“I love it. I’ll put it on in a minute.” Matt tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of Christian’s neck and leaned down for a kiss, tongue slipping out to taste Christian’s lip. Christian purred and teased back, drawing a soft moan from Matt.
Matt chuckled and pulled away. “Hold that thought.” He got up and moved to the stereo system, putting the discs into the CD changer.
Christian curled back up against his chest as soon as Matt sat back down. All in all, not a bad way to spend a belated Christmas.
Chapter Thirteen
Matt knew Christian was anticipating a heavier workload during the upcoming Winter quarter. Their relationship was all still so new, Matt wasn’t sure how things would end up, but he was prepared to work around Christian’s schedule as much as he could. He met Christian by the bike rack after work on Tuesday.
“How were classes?” Matt asked, making a conscious effort to make sure Christian knew he was interested.
“Good. It’s going to be a lot of work.”
Matt picked Christian’s bike up and loaded it into the back of his truck before getting behind the wheel. “We can either go shopping or I can treat you to dinner to celebrate the new quarter.”
Christian stretched his legs out. “Let’s see, a home cooked meal or dinner out. I think I opt for eating out. If this quarter ends up as busy as I expect, I might as well take advantage of it while I can. How about Thai?”
“We can do Thai. Can I take you home with me later?”
Christian looked at him sideways. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.”
“Well, I’m hoping to get lucky.”
Christian laughed again. “Like I said, you better take advantage of me before I get sucked into studying constantly.”
