The vintage-styled bed was dressed perfectly in a cream coverlet, matching the distressed iron bars which made up the headboard and footboard, tossed with a variety of dainty throw pillows in different colors and shapes. The fireplace on the north-facing wall was flickering, a not-so-subtle move on Chris’s part.
“If you like the furniture, Chris says it’s negotiable. I like the stuff at our apartment, but it doesn’t seem to fit here, you know? This stuff is so charming. God, even the patio furniture is insane.”
The floor-to-ceiling windows boasted a gorgeous view of the back lot, filled with overgrown flower beds and the sparkling lagoon-shaped pool.
“Fin… I—”
“Please say you love it.” I moved close, kissing just below his ear. It was his soft-spot and I needed him with me in that moment. “I want to make our life in this house… with you.”
Matt blew out a soft breath as I watched his eyes turn glossy. “Why?” he asked.
“Have you seen the fucking pool?” I teased. “Because… I love you more than anything.”
His lips found mine in a hard, aggressive kiss just as Chris appeared in the entryway.
“Sorry, guys. Um… so, Matt, what do you think?” he asked.
Matt looked down at me, still linked in his arms, and replied, “We love it.”
“Fin’s got a great eye,” Chris responded, winking at me before turning back to the living room.
Matt’s arms loosened his grip. “What was that?”
“What?” I asked, opening the large, empty blanket chest at the end of the bed.
“Him. The wink. And in the car, he called you ‘clever.’”
“I am clever,” I responded with a smile. “Come on. He’s straight.”
“Is he? You sure about that? Because the way he touched you at the hotel – with the hand on your shoulder or whatever – didn’t seem too straight to me. It lingered way too long.” He was pouting and – even if it should have bothered me – I found it ridiculously cute.
I used his words from the night before. “I only want you,” I replied with a laugh. “Do you realize you’re acting the same way I was last night?”
“I’m new to this.” He pulled me in for a short, wet kiss. “I’ve never had anything to lose before. Now I do.”
“No, you don’t. Now come in here and check out the bathroom.” I leaned in to whisper, “It’s got a whirlpool tub and a walk-in shower with five jets… now we can fuck in the rain.”
“Mmm, better than the apartment,” he returned, cupping my backside. “It’s hard to get creative in a single stall.”
“And that bed,” I breathed. “Imagine the potential damage we could do.”
“And the giant sofa… and the hard… wood… countertops.”
“Think he would notice if we closed the door?” I smiled and pressed my lips to his neck, my tongue swiping over his spice-scented skin.
“We’ve still got the hotel until eleven. Let’s make an offer.”
♂♂
“What time are we supposed to be at your mom’s?” Matt asked, digging around in a cardboard box for a fresh pair of underwear. “I’ll be thrilled when I can unpack some of this shit.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me Friday.”
“It’s only for a week, babe. Luckily, the sellers were motivated.”
I sighed. “Can you believe we get to live in that house?”
“Fin, the house you grew up in is three times the size of that one. The pool is Olympic-sized, for Christ’s sake.”
I smacked his bare ass. “Yeah, but it wasn’t our house. It was theirs. I rarely swam in that pool. Can you believe that? It just always seemed like my mom’s hideaway for shame-smoking.”
He laughed. “Chloe’s a bit mad at me, isn’t she?”
I shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say mad, but she’s upset to see us go.”
“She’s sad to see you go. I’m sure she wouldn’t care if I went, as long as it was without you.”
“What?” I clipped. “Why would you say that? She loves you.”
He slid a pair of sexier-than-fuck black briefs over his perfect bottom. “Because I’m taking you away. I’m sure that’s how she looks at it.”
“When I first told her that I was taking a job in Missouri to be close by, she actually told me that she wouldn’t be upset if I wanted to see the country… take a job in another state. Her words, not mine. So she can’t be upset now that I’m actually going.”
“How’s that going, by the way? Any jobs worth looking into?”
“I found something, but it’s a volunteer thing. I mean, I know we don’t need the money, but I wasn’t sure if I should consider it or not. It’s a non-profit called Universal Music Collective. Basically, they have these forty-five minute sessions for parents to bring their kids and teach them to be more musical. Dancing, singing… I don’t know. It sounds sweet. The girl, Sally, who organizes the program, was really passionate. She talked my ear off. She needs a pianist, but they can’t pay me… at least not right now. There’s another offer at a prep school, but—”
“Take it, Fin. If you don’t like it, you can always do something else. You told me that. If I wasn’t qualified for this one, I’d just find another one. You said that, right?”
“I know. You’re right. I did like talking to her on the phone. She was cute, you know? Like maybe we could be friends.”
“Should I be jealous?” he teased.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her. Maybe she’ll be the one woman who will change me forever. I may suddenly get a hankering for vaginas.”
“It actually hurt you to say that, didn’t it?”
I sighed with a soft laugh. “God, yes.”
His t-shirt was fitted tight enough to make my dick stiffen, further emphasizing my cemented homo-status. The jeans he tugged on were indecent, hugging every curve of his athletic body.
“What?” he asked with a smile.
“You are out of my league in every possible way, you know that?”
He came closer, guiding my hand to his rigid, jean-clad cock. “I want you every second of the fucking day. I’d say that you were the one out of my league.”
“Do we have ten minutes?” I breathed.
He dropped to his knees, quickly unbuttoning my fly. “You underestimate my skills.”
♂♂
“My two boys,” my mother gushed, wrapping her arms around us in a three-way hug. “God, I’m gonna miss you. Who’s going to watch Downton with me?”
“Chloe, we’ll be four hours away,” Matt responded.
“I know.” She turned toward the stove and stirred a pot housing her world-famous Bolognese sauce. “I’m allowed to miss my sons, aren’t I?”
Matt smiled at me and took a seat at the island. I joined him, squeezing his thigh with firm fingers. My head was still dizzy with desire, having just received the blow job of my life nearly thirty minutes earlier.
My dad walked up behind us, placing his hands on both of our shoulders. “New rings?” he asked, looking down at our matching bands.
“Yeah,” I said with a blush. “These are the ones we picked out in Pittsburgh. They just came in. We were being impatient, I guess. It’s hard to not want to put them on until the wedding.”
“So why wait?” he asked. “Why not get married now? I mean, New York would be romantic, but we’ve got this big house, not to mention an entire Mississippi River as a backdrop.” He patted us once on the backs before moving toward my mother, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just an idea.”
I looked over at Matt nervously. Instead, I was greeted with a slow smile and a nod. “We could, you know,” he whispered.
“At our house,” I countered. “In Indiana.”
“Babe, we don’t know anyone in Indiana yet.”
“A family affair then. A few friends, my parents, your mom – in our new house. It could be perfect.” I twisted the band on his left hand. “Think about it.�
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“Who’s going to plan it?” he asked quietly. “I don’t know how to—”
My mother turned to face us. “I love parties.” Her eyes focused on Matt’s. “And I love both of you. It would be my honor.”
“We couldn’t ask that, Chloe.”
“Please, Matt. Let me do this. It’s always been my dream to plan Fin’s wedding,” she raved.
“Mom,” I protested. “It’s the girl’s mother that plans the wedding.”
“Well,” she replied, turning back to the sauce, “I always kind of knew that wouldn’t be the case. Besides, if you would have married some silly girl, we wouldn’t have Matt.” She lifted her glass of wine. “Now we have the sweetest soon-to-be son-in-law that anyone could ask for.”
“To Matt,” my father responded, raising his glass. “Congratulations on your new life together. We couldn’t have asked for a better man to marry our son.”
Matt looked down at our clasped hands, rubbing his thumb against mine. When he lifted his head, he swallowed visibly and whispered, “Thank you… Mom… Dad… for allowing me to join your family. You have no idea—”
“We know, son.” My dad placed a hand on Matt’s shoulder for a moment before pulling away. “Enough of the sentimental shite, wouldn’t you say? Let’s eat.”
Chapter Fourteen
Matt zipped the suitcase, packing the final contents into it a few minutes before. “Well, I think that’s it. I can survive a week with what I’ve got.”
“Take the Porsche,” I suggested.
“I have my car.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “And you were planning on taking that thing to our new home?”
“What else was I going to do with it?”
“Donate it to charity?” I proposed. “Roll it into the river and see how long it takes to sink?”
He smiled. “I don’t need the Porsche, Fin. I’m fine.”
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes before speaking. “Okay, don’t be mad.”
“About what?” he asked. He tossed the suitcase onto the floor and put his hands on his hips. “What did you do?”
“It wasn’t exactly me, honey.”
“Then who, Fin?”
I took his hand and guided him out of the apartment and down the elevators to the parking garage. Stationed next to my own beauty was a brand new Boxster GTS in candy apple red. “I’m sorry,” I said automatically. “My mom and dad. It’s what they do. It’s for your new job.”
He turned to me, his mouth agape. “What the fuck, Fin? No! Take this back.”
“I told them you would say that. My dad can be very persuasive though.” Despite the heated garage, I wrapped my arms around myself with a shiver. “I knew you were gonna be mad.”
“I’m not mad, Fin, but I’m not taking this.”
He started to make his way back to the elevator. “Matt, stop. Just go for a ride with me. It’s actually really fun.”
“I’m sure it is, but I’m not taking a hundred-thousand dollar sports car from them.” He jabbed his finger against the elevator button while staring up at the display.
“It’s too late. It’s in your name. It’s paid for. Besides, it was only seventy-five.”
“Only seventy-five?” he responded sarcastically. “Oh, then that makes all the difference. What a bargain!” He pushed the button again in frustration.
“I’ll have him take it back.”
“Good,” he murmured as the doors opened.
The elevator ride was long and close-mouthed. Matt barely looked at me until we were back in the apartment.
“I’ll call your dad,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to do it. I just can’t understand why they would do that.”
“Because they love you. Because you’re their son.”
“I’m not.” His words were mumbled as he made his way to the bedroom.
“Yes, Matt, you are.” I followed behind him as he sat down at the desk, booting up his laptop. I placed my hands on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “This is our last night. Do we have to fight?”
“I don’t want to fight. I just don’t want that car.”
“Why, Matt? If it’s not this, it’ll be something else. That’s how they show praise.” I turned his chair around and lowered to my knees, looking up at him. “When I graduated high school, they threw me this elaborate party. They hired a band… rented tents… it was insane. But besides Emily, there were less than twenty people that actually showed.” I shrugged. “The money doesn’t mean anything to them because they think they’re making you happy. But, for me, I would have rather taken that same money and gone somewhere great with them, you know? So I understand you not wanting the car. I didn’t want mine either, but it’s easier to just say yes. It makes them feel good to show their love that way.”
“And you don’t feel bad about it? Come on, Fin.”
“Yeah, I feel bad. Do you think I need a hundred and twenty-thousand dollar SUV?” I laughed. “Of course not. I’m a fucking teacher. I feel ridiculous parking that car in the lot of that place, regardless of it being a school full of rich kids. Now, I’m thinking about working for this not-for-profit? I’m gonna look like an asshole.”
“So get something else,” he reasoned.
“I might. But, in the meantime, I don’t want to hurt them. Everything they do is for me. Do you understand that?”
“Yeah.” His tone dropped low. “I’ll take the stupid car, but only for now.”
“You will?” I smiled widely. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” I peppered kisses over his neck until he stood, pulling me to my feet.
“It’s our last night together for a week,” he whispered. “Wanna take a shower?”
♂♂
The water sluiced down my face, the run-off from Matt’s chest raining on me as I licked over his bulbous cock. He moaned in desire, bucking his muscular hips forward in want. My fingers were nearly shriveled as they gripped him, having been underwater for over twenty minutes.
“Bed?” I suggested.
He quickly turned the knobs and wrapped the enormous bath sheet around my shoulders and back. I shed the towel and slipped into bed as Matt followed, sliding in to face me.
“God, you look beautiful,” I whispered, brushing the wet hair from his forehead. “Don’t move.”
I reached to the bedside table and grabbed my phone, pulling up the camera function and capturing his gorgeous face before placing it back on the table.
“My turn,” he said sexily, lowering his head to my chest.
“I don’t want my picture taken.”
“I meant it’s my turn for this.” He worked down, taking his time licking over my navel with open-mouthed kisses. “Look at your beautiful cock. It’s perfect in every way.” He licked over the head, dragging his tongue over the slit. “It’s curved, you know.”
“I know,” I responded, covering my eyes with my hands. “It’s a little weird.”
“No, it’s not fucking weird. It’s insanely hot. I’ve heard that it feels amazing to be fucked by a man with a curve.”
I smiled shyly. “You want me to fuck you and find out?” I teased.
His face softened with adoration. “Maybe. Do you want to?”
“Seriously?”
“I know,” he responded. “But I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“I know that too, babe. If you don’t want to…”
“No,” I blurted. “I do. I mean, I want to try if you want me to.”
He kissed me long and slowly, our tongues hot against one another. “Yes,” he moaned. “I want you to.”
“Okay… um… should I…?”
He moved onto his back, bending his knees a little. “Just get me ready like I do to you.”
I reached into the bedside table and removed a condom and a travel-size bottle of lubricant. Pouring a healthy amount onto my trembling fingers, I moved my hand between his legs as he watched m
y every move. “Is this okay?” I asked, pushing two fingers inside of his body.
“Mmm hmm,” he responded, grinding down a bit onto my hesitant hand.
I’d used my fingers on him many times, but this time was different. The end result scared the living shit out of me.
He was a top.
I was a bottom.
It was the dynamic we’d set at the very beginning. Now, here I was, all one-hundred thirty-six pounds of me preparing to penetrate Matt’s muscular one-ninety-one.
Shit.
I continued to push in, watching Matt’s face contort into pleasure. “Yes,” he moaned. “God, that feels good.”
“Are you ready?” I asked hesitantly.
He nodded. “Yeah. Are you?”
“No,” I said with a laugh. “I’m going to ruin your little curvature fantasy.”
He reached down and slowly started to stroke me lazily. “I doubt it.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ve thought about this, you know. You… on top. Pushing into me. Your perfect, tight body pounding into mine.”
I swallowed dryly and reached for the condom as he took my hand in his.
“We’re both clean, Fin. You can say no if you want, but… I was thinking that we could maybe take a break from these. What do you think?”
Thinking back on the day we’d gotten Matt’s results, I’d wanted to throw the box away that minute, but we continued to use them, regardless of our negative statuses.
I nodded. “Okay.” Tossing the condom back onto the dresser, Matt’s hands drifted over my hips as I settled between his legs. “Do you want me like this? Or behind you?”
“Like this,” he said, dragging his thumb over my lower lip.
I took the lubricant and greased myself before lowering my fingers back between Matt’s legs. His knees widened as I carefully guided myself inside of his snug entrance, my mouth opening involuntarily.
“Oh my God,” I blurted, nearly collapsing onto his chest with my first thrust.
He sighed with a short groan. “Oh… fuck.” His face flushed immediately as I brushed my thumb over the bristled hair on his cheeks.
“Am I hurting you?”
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