I nodded.
“Baby,” she squealed suddenly. “Play something.”
Matt looked over at me. “On the piano?”
“Maybe later, Mom.” I was embarrassed. I’d played my whole life, a thousand times in front of my parents. Somehow, in front of Matt, it was like being naked for the first time. Stripped down. Vulnerable.
“Please?” he pleaded. “I’ve never seen you play.”
“Not even at school?” my mom asked.
“We teach at the same time. I’ve never seen him.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat,” she gushed. “Fin has been playing since he could walk.”
“Mom—”
“Oh, jeez, Fin. Don’t be a whiny bunny. Play something.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, slowly making my way to the Concert Grand in the corner. I sat on the bench and cracked my knuckles.
“You know I hate it when you do that,” she chastised.
“I know,” I spat. I looked up at Matt. “What do you want me to play?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. What do you like to play?”
I started with a song I’d loved for years. No one (I knew) actually ever recognized it, but it was beautiful and had the saddest sound.
Matt’s sky-tinted eyes locked on mine, glossy with unshed tears by the time I had finished the piece. “What’s the matter?”
“Marz,” he whispered.
“Yeah. You know it?” I rose from the bench and moved to stand across from him.
He smiled and let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I know it. I love it.” He paused for a moment and clasped my hands, repeating, “I love it. You should move this piano into your apartment so I can hear it every day.”
Embarrassed, I looked down at our locked fingers. “It wouldn’t fit.”
“Let’s get an upright,” he suggested. “I can’t imagine a day where you didn’t play for me.”
I glanced over at my mom as she wiped her own tears away. Quickly, she recovered, blasting us with a brilliant smile.
“Well, what did you think of the movie?” she asked.
“Gelato isn’t vegan?” he asked with a short laugh.
“It’s milk and eggs, bitch,” she returned. “Isn’t that the best movie ever?”
Matt looked over at me as I nodded carefully. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Best movie ever.”
♂♂
“Here, lie back,” Matt whispered. “Just relax, okay?”
We lay on my bed, stripped of our clothing. Matt’s fingers traced over my chest carefully as goose pimples rose to the surface. He lowered his lips to a nipple, laving over the tip with feather-light precision before moving his hand south, his thumb circling the head of my dick. My stomach muscles clenched involuntarily, experiencing both nervousness and excitement.
“Spread your legs and bend your knees just a little bit.” He smacked the top of my thigh as I bent my knee. “I said relax, Fin. You’re not gonna like it if you don’t unwind a little.”
I blew out a long breath. “I’m relaxed.”
Matt laughed softly. “You’re not, but whatever. Think about that song you played me.” He sat up. “Better yet, let’s play it. Plug in my phone.”
A few seconds later, Matt had pulled up a playlist and connected to my Bluetooth speaker. John Grant’s Marz wafted into the bedroom air.
“Okay,” he said, breathing carefully, “I’m going to say this once. Simmer the fuck down. You’ll like it, I promise.”
I closed my eyes and waited, following his instructions. His fingertips brushed over the base of my dick, carefully moving south. A single digit caressed my perineum before grazing my opening. He didn’t push in – it just kissed the surface, sending my thoughts flying.
“Okay… fuck,” I muttered.
“Shhh. Stop squirming.” Matt lifted the same finger to his lips and carefully placed it in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue. His mouth opened playfully, letting out a chuckle as he licked it. “You’ll like it.” He kissed my lips softly, a wet invitation. “Ready?”
I nodded as he moved his finger back between my legs. He was careful and methodical, his eyes locked with mine the entire time.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered as he pushed in up to the knuckle.
“You need more lubricant?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. “Maybe. I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel. I’ve only done this to myself once and it was a disaster. I wore one of those finger cot things and used Vaseline… Jesus, it burned for like a week.”
Matt laughed and removed his finger, carefully lifting open the cap of lubricant before squirting a dollop onto his fingers. He snapped the cap back closed with his mouth. “Okay, let’s try this again.”
It was cold for a few seconds, but it felt… good. Matt’s finger moved softly inside of my body, carefully focused on my pleasure. “Can you take one more?” he asked.
I nodded. “I think so.” Another finger pushed in as I felt my dick suddenly twitch to life. “Oh fuck!”
Matt smiled. “See? Told you.”
“Oh, God,” I murmured, craning my head into the pillow.
No words could describe the sensations happening inside of me. My mouth opened into a string of expletives before Matt licked my neck, consequently shutting me up for a few seconds.
“Is it good, baby?” he asked, biting my upper lip. His stiff cock brushed my hip as he continued to thrust his skilled fingers inside.
“Oh fuck… oh… I’m gonna come. Oh, God…”
His fingers moved faster as his voice whispered in my ear. “Come for me, Fin.”
My legs shook as my body emitted a half-gallon (well, nearly) of cum over my shuddering abs. I gritted my teeth and let out another “fuck” that surely woke the neighbors. His fingers slowed, carefully pumping the last of my feargasm onto my waiting belly and sheets.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I panted softly, tracing his face with my fingers. “I want you to. Just not yet, okay?”
“I’ll wait for as long as you need… promise.”
“I won’t need long,” I responded, pulling him in for a deep kiss. “Trust me.”
♂♂
Matt curled into my chest, letting out a yawn as the final movie in our marathon ran the credits.
“Hmm, that was funny,” he murmured, stretching his arms over the headboard. “I can see why your mom is so crazy about that guy.”
I kissed his forehead and rested my hand on his cheek. “Matt?”
“Hmm?” His eyes closed as he brushed a kiss to my skin.
“It’s probably none of my business, but… have you had many boyfriends?”
“I told you, I’ve only been with two guys,” he mumbled.
“No, I know… but you just said you had sex with two guys. Were they your boyfriends?”
He shrugged and snuggled closer. “I don’t know. No… I guess not.”
“But you had sex with them anyway?”
“Fin,” he replied, sitting up. “Do you want to ask me something?”
“I just did.”
“No, you’re skating around what you want to ask. Are you worried that I’m some oversexed asshole that will stick my dick in anything that moves?”
I sighed. “No. I don’t know. I want to be with you. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since earlier. I want you to be my first, you know? But then I started thinking about what you said… that you’d been with two other men. Yet, you never said that you dated them.”
“What difference does it make?” he clipped.
“It just does, Matt.” I rolled over, turning my back to him. “I’m fucking crazy about you.”
Matt crawled over my body and lay in front of me, running his fingers through my hair. “Listen carefully. Are you listening?”
I nodded.
“Good. The only reason that I h
aven’t told you that I fucking love you is because I don’t want you to run away.”
“Matt—”
“But I don’t give a shit. I love you,” he whispered. “Honestly, I think I’ve loved you since the day we met. You love me too… don’t you, Fin?”
“Matt… I—”
“I could tell… at your parents’ house. Your dad asked about my parents. You turned to me and I knew. Please, Fin. Don’t tell me I misread you.”
I could feel my throat closing as the tears welled in my eyes. “I’m scared.”
“Baby,” he whispered. “Tell me anything. Why are you scared?”
“You’ll leave.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t know what I’ll do.”
I shuffled out of bed and into the bathroom. “That’s just it, Matt,” I called from the sink. I dotted my toothbrush with paste and scrubbed the inside of my mouth. “I don’t.”
I spit into the sink and rinsed the brush.
He slowly walked toward me, his chest muscles literally flexing with each step. His arm wrapped around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder, looking into the mirror at our reflections.
“My future is with you. I love you. Say it back, Fin.” He kissed my shoulder and ground his erection into my back.
I arched back and turned my head, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss was almost aggressive as his fingers slipped down the front of my briefs. He took my dick in his hand and squeezed energetically, rubbing his thumb over the tip.
His tongue lapped slowly inside of my mouth before he pulled away and shifted to the back of my neck. He stroked me steadily as I hardened in his palm, coaxing whimpers from my throat. I closed my eyes just as his hand abandoned me, tugging my underwear down my thighs.
“Bend over,” Matt whispered.
“Matt, I’m not sure—”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Fin. Jesus. Just bend over. Trust me.”
I leaned my elbows on the counter as Fin lifted each of my legs, tossing the underwear to the side. His rough hands slowly spread my cheeks as I felt his tongue brush between them. “Oh, fuck, Matt. What are you doing?”
I practically squealed the question when I felt a second lick. I heard him moan quietly, the sounds of his wet tongue lapping over the tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh my God,” I blurted. “Fuck.”
His tongue flattened, teasing me with slow strokes. He moaned again, the vibrations sending sparks over my spine. I hardened instantly, clutching the sink until I thought it would crumble beneath my fingers.
“Jesus, Matt,” I choked out.
His tongue continued a lazy massage, reminding me of every wet dream I’d ever experienced. Except this was real. Matt was real.
“Matt… fuck… I’m… shit… oh God. Oh fuck. I… fuck!”
He spun me around and carefully propped me onto the counter. “Kiss me,” he growled.
My lips latched onto his as he worked his hand between my legs. I could barely maintain the contact as my orgasm erupted into his jerking fist. “Fuck,” I mumbled, gritting through my teeth. “I’m sorry. I should have told you I was…”
He laughed and kissed me in a long, languid embrace. “I figured you were close. You know… with all of the ‘fuck, Matt, oh God!’ and everything,” he teased.
“Shut up, dick.” I playfully pushed his chest.
He resisted, pulling me in close, inches from my face. “I love you, Fin MacAuliffe.”
I brushed my lips to his softly before pulling back to face him. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Five
Matt scratched my back gently, pressing kisses to my skin with his full lips.
“What are we doing?” I mumbled.
“Well,” he whispered, “I’m kissing you and you’re getting ready to kiss me back.” He shifted his body up and wrapped a large arm around my waist. “You are going to kiss me back, right?”
I twisted around to face him and leaned in, brushing my lips to his. “We’ve been in this bed since Friday night.”
He laughed lightly and ran his tongue over my top lip. I couldn’t think straight, my dick hardening with every wet graze. “No we haven’t. We’ve eaten many meals in between.”
I rolled my eyes. “We should get up. I don’t know… do something. We go back to school tomorrow. I haven’t even done laundry. Don’t you need to go back to your apartment?”
His hand slipped down my back, one palm caressing my behind. “I have everything I need here. Do you want me to go home?”
I shook my head. “No. You hungry?”
Matt licked the side of my neck with a groan. “Starving.”
“For food, asshole,” I chided, flipping back the covers.
He patted his tight stomach. “Yes. Let’s not cook though. You like Rooster?” he asked, referring to the popular Lafayette Square restaurant.
“I love it. That black bean crepe?”
“I mean it.” He smiled and pulled on his jeans from the night before. “Got a t-shirt I can borrow?”
I laughed. “Nothing that will fit you. I mean, maybe if you’re into crop tops.”
He dug into his duffle bag and produced a wrinkled Rams t-shirt, stretching it lazily over his torso. It was a rumpled wreck, but still looked delicious against his toned abdominals. I yanked a (pressed) t-shirt over my head and covered my legs with John Varvatos’ skinny jeans in a dark shade of red.
“Those pants are making my dick hurt.” He let out a deep chuckle and swatted me on the backside.
I stilled, flexing from the hard slap. “Jesus,” I complained.
“I’m sorry.” Matt wrapped his arms around me and carefully massaged my cheeks. “Want me to kiss it?”
I grabbed my keys. “No. I want coffee first.”
♂♂
“So, your friends,” I started. “On Friday night, you said you went to see some friends at the bar. I haven’t really heard you talk about any of them.”
“I mean, they’re friends from the bar, you know? They’re not like real friends. They aren’t people I would depend on for much of anything. My list of emergency contacts is pretty limited these days.”
“Who’s on it?” I asked, stirring my coffee.
“You, I guess.” He laughed. “No, but that’s not far from the truth. I have a few people that I talk to from time to time, I suppose, but they are what I call drinking and dancing friends. We don’t exactly discuss feelings. I keep to myself mainly. What about you?”
I shrugged. “I’m pretty much down to Emily, actually. Even she acts fickle sometimes. I mean, unless you count my parents.”
He smiled and looked down at his near-empty plate. “I love them. Your dad is amazing. He’s lived such an intense life. The travel… the stories. And your mom too. All across the world with her modeling career. She looks just like you, by the way.”
I flushed like I always did when anyone made that comparison. She was delicate and beautiful and I… looked just like her. “Yeah.”
“It’s those gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes.”
I looked down and avoided his gaze, suddenly embarrassed by the compliment. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
“You could be a model, you know.”
I looked back up, nearly choking on a laugh. “Okay.”
“For those fucking pants, for one.” He lowered his arm to the side of the table and placed a warm palm on my thigh. “I’d buy those pants if you were the one modeling them.”
“Is that right?”
“Hmm,” he responded, lifting the coffee to his lips. He swallowed slowly, lowering the cup and leaning in with a low voice. “I wanna unzip those pants with my teeth.”
I cleared my throat and motioned for the server.
♂♂
We took a nap in the late afternoon, Matt’s limbs tangled around mine as we slept. His body was like a furnace; I welcomed it, as I typically froze in bed. I could feel him becoming restless, his hands starting to roam over my back anxiously
.
I wiggled out from under his grasp and pulled on a new pair of boxer briefs before making my way into the kitchen.
Matt sprung out of bed minutes later, casually (and nakedly) joining me before leaning against the countertop. His perfect cock was semi-erect, bouncing politely, as he lifted his strong arms into a stretch. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I removed the cream from the refrigerator and pulled the carafe from the coffee machine. I could smell the burnt undertones, having sat for over an hour after the timer had gone off. Carefully pouring two cups, I handed one to Matt. “Tell me about your parents.”
“Wow. That was out of left field.”
“So?”
He shrugged and poured a little milk into the mug. “Um… my dad is tough. Blue collar. I don’t know. I guess my mom is the same way. She was a foreman. Started out as a pipe fitter.”
“What the hell is a pipe fitter?” I asked, lifting the scorched liquid to my lips.
“Uh… she repaired pipe lines, installed fixtures. I don’t know, really. Dad started off as a laborer, but he ended up being a supervisor at some point. I was in high school, maybe, when he got an office job.”
I treaded lightly, careful of my words. “And Marc?” I questioned.
“Marc? He followed in their footsteps. Works at the same mill. He’s what they call a motor inspector. Basically, he fixes the equipment.”
“How long’s it been? You know, since you’ve seen them?”
“Two years, maybe? Right after Becky left.” He sipped his coffee thoughtfully. “I miss them.”
“Tried to contact them?”
Matt placed his coffee cup on the counter and walked back into the bedroom. “That coffee sucks… and I need underwear,” he teased, slapping his own perfect ass. “I feel naked.”
“You are naked,” I called after him.
“Ah… so that’s why.” He tugged on a pair of indecent black briefs from his duffle bag and adjusted himself. “And no… to answer your question.”
“What did I ask?”
“If I’ve contacted them. They haven’t contacted me, so… I don’t know.”
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