Fin&Matt

by Charlie Winters

  “Matt,” I whispered. “You’re gay, you’re not a leper.”

  He choked out a brief laugh. “Tell them that. Two tough-as-nails parents and one hard-ass hetero brother. Being gay is likely worse than being a leper. To them, I may as well be dead.”

  “Stop it… now.”

  “You’re lucky,” he said with a smile. “Your parents are fag-forward and all that. Most of us don’t have that luxury.”

  “Don’t say that word,” I responded, turning my back to him.

  “It’s alright. I don’t care if people call me a fag.” He pressed his lips to my back. “It doesn’t hurt me.”

  “It hurts me.” My words barely came out as a whisper.

  “Hey,” he replied, slowly turning me to face him. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.” He put his hands up in defeat, smiling softly. “Go ahead. Take a swing.”

  I chuffed and gave him a mild blow to the abdominals. “Don’t say fag. I’m not a fan of that word.”

  Matt leaned in and took my lips in a long kiss. “I mean it… I am sorry. I don’t like it either; I’m not really sure why I said it.”

  “Because we’re supposed to be tough and not care, but I do.”

  “I love you,” he said casually, rubbing my side with his thumb. The words flowed easily from his throat, but I’d never tire of hearing them.

  “What do you want to do tonight?”

  “Lie in bed with you. Watch more movies.” He began to kiss me everywhere, drifting from my ear to my waist, tugging my skin lightly with his teeth. “Maybe make love… if I’m lucky.”

  “Matt…”

  “I know… you’re not ready.” He dropped to his knees and tugged at the waistband of my briefs.

  “No,” I quickly replied, pulling back with a smack to his head. “It’s learning day. I want to learn everything about you. Where you went to school… who your best friend was. What your greatest fear is. Favorite ice cream. Favorite color. Favorite TV show. Everything.”

  He laughed and stood back up, picking up the coffee from the counter. “This is terrible, by the way.” He winked and continued, “Alright. Uh… I went to Joy Elementary. My best friend was this kid named Aaron Anderson. Gay,” he said, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Tried to kiss me once.”

  “Just once?” I teased.

  “Well, I let him once.”

  “Yeah?” I playfully squeezed one ass cheek, causing him to flex.

  “No fair. Stop that. If you want ‘learning day,’ that means no groping.”

  “My apologies,” I responded sarcastically. “Please… continue. Aaron Anderson and the make-out session.”

  “I wouldn’t call it making out. We were in seventh grade and he was asking me if I’d kissed a girl yet. I told him I had. It was a lie, but I didn’t want to seem – I don’t know – like I didn’t know what I was doing, you know? Anyway, he said he hadn’t, but that he didn’t want to embarrass himself. I told him I’d practice with him.”

  I smacked him on the chest. “You told him you’d practice with him? Perv.”

  “Exactly.” He took a quick sip of his coffee and plopped onto the couch. Crooking his finger, he gestured me close. “Come here.”

  I curled into him, laying my head on his lap. He lowered his lips to mine and pressed a wet coffee-scented kiss there. “Fuck, that’s good,” I mumbled.

  “Mmm hmm,” he responded with a smile. “Anyway, he said that he’d meet me in the woods outside of White Eagle after school. I waited for almost an hour. I didn’t think he was going to show, but—”

  “He did,” I finished.

  “That he did. The whole kiss took about a minute but I was so fucking hard by the end of those sixty seconds, my dick could have broken off.” His laugh was hearty and full, a sound I was beginning to love.

  “Tongue?” I teased.

  “Fuck yeah.” He lifted his legs and wrapped them around my torso. “It was pretty hot.”

  “Sounds like it.”

  “Not as hot as our first kiss,” he responded, snuggling into me. “Describe it to me.”

  “You were there.” I let my finger drift across his chest. “You describe it to me.”

  “My hands were shaking so badly when I put my fingers into your pockets.”

  “You put them through my belt loops,” I corrected.

  “No, they were definitely in your pockets.”

  “Matt,” I said, lifting back up. “They were in my belt loops. God, how much did you drink that night?”

  He pulled me close. “Not enough. Okay, okay… so they were in your belt loops. I was nervous. Were you?”

  I nodded and leaned in, catching his bottom lip between my teeth. “I’d fantasized about you… in bed… the night before.”

  “Yeah?” he murmured into my mouth. “What did we do in this fantasy?”

  My lips moved against his as he opened for me, carefully swiping the cavern of my mouth with his tongue before pulling away with a gentle symphony of kisses.

  “I dreamt of you kissing me… while you unbuttoned my pants.”

  “Uh huh.” His hand drifted between my legs, carefully prodding over the material of my briefs with a single finger.

  “No groping,” I mumbled. “Your rules.”

  “I’m not,” he responded, panting between kisses. “I’m learning… about your fantasy.”

  “We were on my bed… your body crushed against mine. I could practically feel your hard cock brushing against me.”

  “Fuck.” Matt’s hips ground against mine as I continued.

  “You spread my legs with those huge hands…” I whispered with a moan.

  “I need to be inside of you, Fin… now… please.”

  “God,” I said softly, kissing him with frantic need, “I want to.”

  “Bedroom.”

  Matt pushed up from the couch and took my hand in his, tugging me with him. As soon as we hit the mattress, he lowered to his knees and drew my underwear to the floor, sucking me deeply into his throat with a groan.

  “Matt,” I choked out, leaning back on my hands as my eyes trained on his shiny black hair.

  He pulled back, looking up at me with unconstrained purity. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you so badly. Do you want me?”

  I nodded desperately. In that moment, I had never wanted anything more. My stomach twisted in anticipation as I studied those blue eyes. “Yes. God, yes.”

  Matt stood quickly and jerked his own underwear off with a clumsy kick. He carefully knelt on the bed, spreading his large frame over mine. The way he kissed me in that moment spoke volumes; his lips were warm and soft, searching my entire face, not a single square-inch unmarked. “I have condoms… I mean, in case you don’t. I brought some.”

  “Someone’s cocksure,” I teased, pulling him back down for a deep kiss. When he pulled away to study my face, I placed my hands on his neck. “Thank you… I mean, for bringing them.”

  “Are you worried?” he asked, his lips trailing down the side of my neck.

  “About diseases?” I stiffened immediately. “Do you…?”

  He laughed. “No, Fin. I meant about your first time.”

  “Oh.” God, I was an idiot. “Yes. Especially because of this.” I reached between his legs and gave a hearty squeeze to Little Matt.

  “Don’t worry.” He kissed me softly, taking his time. “I won’t do anything that you don’t want to.”

  “I know. I trust you.” I paused before adding, “I want you so much.”

  “I love you,” he said softly.

  “Mmm.” My throat purred as I craned my neck for his skilled tongue.

  “God, Fin… please say it back.”

  I was nervous to give that to him. What if he changed his mind about us? About me?

  “I have said it.”

  His tongue teased over my Adam’s apple. “Just once more.”

  I swallowed carefully, studying the ceiling before closing my eyes. “I love you, Matt.”


  ♂♂

  “Okay, look at me. Look at me, Fin,” Matt urged.

  His face looked more gorgeous than ever, those blue eyes clear and bright against his flushed skin. I carefully met his gaze as he settled his body over mine. He cupped my face, lightly rubbing my earlobes with a sly smile.

  “There he is,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. “You sure you’re ready? I kind of rushed you in here. I should have at least given you a proper sucking.” His mouth twitched into a full grin.

  I returned the smile, readjusting his weight by placing my hands on his hips. “I haven’t even given you one yet.”

  “Do you want to?” he teased, twirling a piece of my hair between his fingertips.

  “Yeah… I mean, I think so. Will you tell me if it’s horrible?”

  Matt laughed aloud. “No, probably not. You want to try anyway?” He lowered his hand between us, giving me a few slow strokes.

  I nodded, lifting my hips in response, creating a slow grind against his steely cock. “I do.”

  “Okay, have at it.” He laughed again and rolled off of me and onto his back.

  I shifted down, wrapping a hand around him. Squeezing gently on the base, I licked over the head with a deliberate stillness. He was full to bursting, small drops of fluid forming at the tip. I covered them with my lips, lapping the salty substance onto my tongue. Matt groaned, stretching his body over the mattress as his hands gripped the sheets.

  “Fuck… that’s good, Fin.”

  It was a different sensation; having complete control over him in that moment. I’d watched enough videos to pick up the basics, but having a man in my mouth – having Matt in my mouth – was different. On film, it seemed easier. Maybe they practiced a lot more or had wider jaws, but I struggled to get a few inches past the head. I focused there, sucking it like a lollipop, watching him wince in agony.

  I lifted off carefully, giving gentle twists to his shaft as we locked eyes. He gave me a shy smile. “You okay?” he asked. His face looked boyish in that moment, filled with adoration as he swept the hair from my face.

  “Yeah,” I whispered. “You? Is it good?”

  He gave me a quick nod. “It’s great, but… I don’t wanna come. Can you stop?”

  I lifted off of him long enough to watch him pull a condom from his bag along with a small tube of lubricant. I blew out a long breath and concentrated on the small painting above the dresser. He settled back on top of me, laying the items on the bed next to us. The short crisp hairs on his chest tickled against my skin as he arranged himself, relieving the pressure on my hips. “You okay? Am I too heavy? We can try it a different way if you want.”

  “No… stay here. I need to see you.” I brushed my fingers across his face as his lips lowered onto mine.

  “I love you.” Matt’s voice choked on the words as he curled his hands into my hair.

  “Love you, too,” I answered.

  We gazed at each other for a moment, almost afraid to break the spell. “You ready?”

  “Mmm hmm.” My lips parted as I watched him sit up and slowly roll a condom over his length. He slicked it carefully with lubricant and descended back into place.

  “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. Tell me, okay? If you like it, tell me that too,” he said with a smile.

  “God, hurry up already,” I teased. “I’m going soft.”

  He lowered his hand between my legs and used his slicked palm to stroke me into submission. “Doesn’t feel like it.” He paused for a second before continuing, “I love this. You feel so fucking good in my hand.”

  His fingers drifted lower, a single digit grazing over my opening. He pushed inside with lubricated ease as I desperately tried to relax. “Matt,” I whispered, immediately following with a groan. “Please.”

  He removed his finger and carefully began to advance inside of my body. I nearly screamed aloud, opening my mouth completely to release a silent wail.

  “You’re okay, baby,” he said softly. “Stay with me. Look at me.”

  I blew out a breath and concentrated on his kiss-swollen lips. “Okay… okay… okay,” I answered. “I’m okay.”

  He laughed quietly. “I’ve got you, Fin. I’ve gotta move though. You alright?”

  I nodded as he pushed in farther, the full feeling intensified straight to off-the-charts territory. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I responded, panting. The whole thing was too big. Too much. “Matt, I—”

  “Shhh, honey. Stop. Relax, okay?”

  “Easy for you to say!” I clipped. “You’re not the one being shoved into… by you!”

  He laughed again, slowing his advances. “Listen. Baby… I want you to like this. If you don’t, I’ll stop. You want to stop?”

  I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. I could do this, right? “I’m okay. I just needed a minute. Go ahead.”

  He continued to chuckle. “Go ahead? You act like you’re at the dentist. Relax.”

  “I don’t know what fucking dentist you go to,” I replied.

  As he pushed in farther, a moan escaped my lips involuntarily.

  “Oh God,” Matt expelled. “You’re so fucking tight.” He lowered his lips for a brief kiss before thrusting deeper.

  “Too much… too much, Matt.” I gulped hard, gasping for air.

  “Alright, you’re okay.” He slowed his pace, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “Look at me.”

  He continued to rock his hips, but it was a lazy tempo; working me open with each forward movement he made. I ground my teeth together as the pain surged through my stiff frame. Fighting tears, I focused back on his eyes, gaining my composure.

  Matt nearly stopped short, studying my face. “Fin. I know it’s hard, but you have to try to relax. Otherwise, I’m going to hurt you. Can you do that?”

  I nodded. “Can we use more lube or something? You’re too big, I think.”

  “Under normal circumstances, I’d consider that a compliment.” He ran his hands through my hair and lowered his lips to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you. This is supposed to feel good for you, okay?”

  “Okay,” I answered. Matt clicked open the bottle of lubricant and pulled out of my body carefully. Using his finger first, he nudged the tip inside of me and slowly coated my opening. He poured a bit more on the outside of the condom and used his hand to smooth it over his engorged cock.

  “Let’s try this again, okay?” He pushed in once more, moving at a sluggish clip. “Better?” he asked, sliding in easily.

  I gave him a smile, doing my best to hold it together. “So much better.”

  Honestly, it was.

  Within minutes, it was easier. More enjoyable. I closed my eyes and started to get lost in Matt’s hands moving about my body. His lips latched onto my throat as his hips pumped steadily.

  My grunts became loud, indecent, emphatic. I wasn’t sure what was happening inside of me. All I knew was that as he continued to fuck me, things started to unravel quickly. I gripped his shoulders and stared into his eyes as if they would turn into something else. His hips ground into mine as the whole picture started to develop around us.

  This here? This felt amazing. Without warning, my emotions went from I-Will-Kill-Him to I-Will-Kill-Him-If-He-Stops.

  His pace picked up as a high-pitched cry left my lips. “I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

  He shifted a bit, lifting me up off of the mattress to straddle him. “You’re so fucking hot right now, you know that?”

  I felt vulnerable, placing all of my trust into this man. He rubbed my back gently as he kissed me, our mouths moving together in time with each thrust. Our bodies were slick with sweat, accentuating each slap of skin-on-skin. I writhed in his lap as a full-body tremor swept through me, my neck lolling back into surrender. “Matt… oh, fuck. Fuck!”

  Matt readjusted, leaning his back against the headboard as my legs splayed out beside his. He gently bent his knees a bit and lifted me up and down into a
perfect rhythm. I could feel myself coming close, honestly surprised at my own ability to release. It felt close to the night before, a gentle, continual prod against my prostate until I was literally grunting embarrassingly.

  “Fin,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

  “I’m going to come… Matt!” I warned.

  His hand reached between my legs and gripped my throbbing dick, pulling in time with my steadied movements. Thick, rope-like strands quickly discharged onto his stomach as I shuddered uncontrollably, jerking softly in his arms.

  Less than a minute later, Matt joined me, an intense symphony of exhalation heaving from his chest. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Fuck.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and sunk into his body, not giving a single thought to the fact that I had literally covered him with my release. “I love you,” I whispered, gasping for air.

  He pulled me into his arms tightly, squeezing my flushed body, before pulling me back for a tongue-laced kiss. “That was incredible, right?”

  I nodded with a choked laugh. “Yes.” I stroked his face and kissed him softly, teasing him with a slow grind of my hips. “I’m so glad I waited to find you.”

  Chapter Six

  The alarm came way too soon as Matt slid his arms from my waist. “Get up,” he mumbled. “We’re gonna be late.”

  I snuggled back against him as he surrendered, kissing my shoulder blades with his soft mouth. “Not yet. Five more minutes.”

  “I don’t have any clothes for work. I’ve got to go to my place.”

  I turned to face him. “Yeah?”

  He hugged me tightly to his chest. “Yeah. Maybe I can come over after work… I mean, if you want.”

  “I definitely want,” I responded, running my hand over his tight abs. “Spend the night. In fact… why don’t you just—”

  “Fin, I told you already.” He tossed back the covers and headed into the bathroom. “I’m not moving in here.”

  “I know it’s fast,” I called in after him. “But things changed this weekend… didn’t they?”

  I heard the toilet flush, followed by water in the sink. When he came back out, he casually flicked the moisture off of his hands. “Things are great, but you’re not gonna support me. I can stay here when you want, but I can’t just move my whole life around.”