by M. K. Lee
Chapter Four
Sunday comes and Matthew's on edge with excitement from the moment he wakes up, feeling alert and thankful that he didn't drink too much at the house-warming he got roped into at the last minute. Sarah went out on a girls' night last night and the flurry of hungover texts he receives have him laughing and clucking in sympathy but ultimately not distracting him quite enough from jumping with every alert tone, wondering if it's Joel.
He's halfway through a half-assed read through of his latest assignment when the phone rings. Matthew swears he doesn't drop it with the thrill of seeing Joel's name there. "Hey," he answers, wincing at himself for not sounding as laid back as he wants to come across.
"Good morning, Matthew," Joel's response is a warm rumble that heads straight for Matthew's cock. "I'm gonna cut right to the chase here."
"Okay," Matthew says, sucking in a breath, bracing for bad news.
"I woke up. Horny as fuck. Thinking about you."
Matthew's free hand grips tightly at the cushion by his side and he has to breathe shallow for a few breaths just to stop himself from feeling dizzy. Joel seems to know this because he gives this pleased little hum that's full of lust and mirth. Matthew decides right there and then that he is wicked and loves that he's giving himself over to that wickedness.
"Get over here then," Matthew growls out, allowing himself one stroke of his palm over the swell in his jeans.
"Actually," Joel amends, and Matthew can hear him moving. "How about you come over to mine? Finally unpacked all of my boxes. Might be nice to christen the place a little with a touch of sin."
Matthew's fingers curl tighter around the cushion in his grip and squeeze. He manages to mumble out a request for an address and arrange a time to get there, and then it's several more shallow breaths before he can get himself up and into the shower to get ready. There are a couple of seconds when he questions himself, specifically about how easy it is for Joel to get him going. But then he's grinning, a jolt of anticipation surging through him that forces any kind of questioning clear from his mind.
Joel's apartment, Matthew's pleased to see, has a similar layout and feel to it as his own place. Simple colours and simple furniture, with a couple of classic film poster prints adorning the walls, and nothing strange or out of the ordinary to distract him. Though Joel thoroughly distracts him the second he's through the front door by backing him up against it and roughly stroking his thumb down his obviously swollen length. Joel's tongue fills his mouth a second after and Matthew's brain fuses out.
One tug around his wrist and Matthew's stumbling forward with Joel to his bedroom. In a whirl of fingers and fabric they strip each other, and Joel's all but throwing him on to the bed, shifting straight between his legs and grinding them together. Matthew's head falls back with a soft moan that's lengthened at the feel of Joel's teeth grazing along his neck.
"Can I mark you up if it's somewhere no one will see it?" Joel asks, nibbling his way along Matthew's neck until his breath is coming out in a stutter. At his single nod of assent Joel is shifting and licking his way down Matthew's chest, biting gently at his nipples and then stomach, then flicking his tongue out over Matthew's cock head.
Joel settles for somewhere over his hip and begins to suck a bruise that shoots straight to Matthew's cock mere inches away. Joel's expression when he pulls back to admire his work is nothing but gleeful, and before Matthew can utter a single word his legs are up and apart, and Joel's sucking him off with enthusiasm. There's urgency in Joel's actions that coils arousal tight in Matthew's stomach leaving him wondering if his intention is to get Matthew off quick so they can concentrate on him this time.
When Matthew's about to come Joel pulls off of him with a pop, gripping tight around his base and grinning up at him wickedly. "Remember what I said about edging?" Joel says, full of intent. Matthew's eyes flare wide in understanding and he gives a slow nod in answer. "There's a few things I want to try today. You willing?"
"I'm willing," Matthew quickly assures him, pushing himself up on to his elbows. His mind is racing through a hundred possibilities of what might be coming next.
"And by marking," Joel continues, bending down to lick over Matthew's cock once more before sitting back up and stroking gentle fingers over his new bruise, "I only meant things like this. Nothing... nothing worse. Nothing more than getting carried away and biting you like this, or gripping on to you a little too tightly. Coming on you probably when you're fucking me. Nothing else."
Matthew's pleased at the reassurance and surprised at himself for not already questioning Joel's request, but he puts it firmly down to how aroused Joel constantly gets him and tells himself how lucky he is Joel's so good about this kind of thing. Then he's thinking about what it's going to be like to slide his aching cock into Joel's ass so he can mark him up like he's just suggested, and Matthew finds himself arching with want all over again.
"Sit back," Joel's urging him then, and Matthew backs up until he's against the headboard. Joel leans over and slides open a drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube, drizzling its contents onto his and Matthew's upturned hands and crawling up him, sinking down in Matthew's lap until he's wedged in the gap between his thighs and their cocks are touching. Joel reaches out and wraps his slicked up hand around Matthew's cock. Matthew jerks in response and takes a couple of seconds to watch the hand on him before he's doing the same.
Joel leans in for a kiss, and they spend the next few minutes slowly stroking each other and themselves in a disjointed exploration, their kiss punctuated with the occasional moan of encouragement of where feels good, and the stuttering gasps that glance their lips together when their concentration is firmly elsewhere.
"This is good," Joel murmurs. Matthew drags his eyes open to take in the blissed-out expression on Joel's face and the way his lips are parted in a slight oh that forms and reforms with every stroke of his cock. "See how close we can get each other, huh?" Matthew grins at the challenge and alters his grip, and soon their moans are merging into one another's with pleased hums trembling along their tongues.
Matthew looks down. They're a hard, glistening mess, and he grins when he slides his thumb in a hard flat press over his own head and sees Joel's cock jolt in response. He glances up, catches Joel's eyes on them and also raising, then Joel's surging forward for a filthy kiss that has them both gripping a little firmer.
"Give me your hand." At Joel's words Matthew watches him slot their fingers together around both of their cocks and moans hard at the surge of heat it sends shooting through his gut. The slick rapid slide of their joint hands is all they're listening to; their thighs and hips are twitching harder the closer they get.
Without warning Joel pulls their hands away and backs off, laughing at Matthew's stutter of protest and leaning forward to kiss it out of him. Then he's standing in one fluid movement that leaves Matthew falling forward at the removal of Joel's body, allowing Joel to tangle their fingers together and pull him to his feet.
"Said I wanted to christen the place a bit. Can't do that if we stay here in the bedroom all day," Joel's tone is so reasonable, so logical, and for a moment Matthew's mind paints an image of him in a well-fitting suit, giving out calm, precise instructions to a room full of employees eager to do as they are told. "Whatever you're thinking I approve of," Joel tells him, reaching out to give Matthew's cock a quick stroke. Matthew hums, assuming his cock must have jolted enough for him to have noticed.
Joel bends briefly to snatch up the lube and grabs the dildo they'd previously used from the drawer. Just the sight of it has Matthew's mouth dry. He watches in silence as Joel grins at him wickedly, walks over to a wardrobe and slides out another box. "You'll see," he tells him and nods for Matthew to follow him out of the room.
The apartment is on the top floor of a four-storey block; its main living room window looks down over a fairly well-populated street with mostly offices in the building opposite, and a couple of bars and restaurants below. Matthew notices thi
s when Joel comes up behind him after dropping his things down on the sofa, wraps an arm around his waist, and with a kiss to his shoulder encourages him over towards the window, pulling back the curtain so they're in full view. "You'd have to be looking up at just the right angle from down there," Joel breathes into his neck before grazing his teeth there, "but anyone looking up at just the right time, at just the right angle. They'd see you stood here, naked and hard, with my hand around your cock."
Matthew sucks in a breath at the feel of Joel's fingers closing around him the moment he stops talking and feels his heart thudding with the excitement at the possibility of being seen. He glances quickly at the unlit offices opposite to check no one is working late then reaches back to rest his hands on Joel's hips and tilts his head against his shoulder before he lets his breath back out in a blast.
"You like that idea," Joel says with glee, mouthing along the extension of Matthew's neck arched against him. And with every stroke of his hand along Matthew's cock he gives a thrust of his own along the crack of Matthew's ass cheeks, making him stutter forward only for Joel to wrap his arm a little tighter and pull him back against him.
For the next few minutes all Matthew can do is catch his reflection in the glass of the window and get a glimpse of the street below. Joel's hand on him is sure and steady, already knowing the perfect twist and grip that has Matthew's stomach curling in on itself and his balls tensing and rising. A little faster and his breathing catches, tiny moans of pleasure punching their way out between his lips as Joel's thrusts against him get harder. And then Joel's stepping away from him altogether, leaving Matthew falling forward to brace himself against the window to catch his breath, whimpering with his need to come.
"Definitely my turn now," Joel says, and when Matthew straightens up and turns around Joel's already sliding his hand along his own length, grinning at him. Something snaps in Matthew and he's crowding Joel back until he's falling to the sofa, and Matthew's wrapping his hand tight around him determined to tease him just as hard. Joel spreads his legs a little and that view sends a jolt to Matthew's own cock but he doesn't alter his pace, feeling a flare of triumph for every moan he's dragging out of Joel. And it takes him a while, but soon Joel's the one coming undone, spreading his legs wider and throwing his head back while letting out a string of incoherent words, thrusting himself into Matthew's hand.
Matthew keeps a greedy watch on Joel's leaking cock, tilting his head enough to see the way his balls are lifting and tightening. But it's Joel's breathing and the rippling of his stomach that gives Matthew the clue to how close he's getting. One hard grip and stroke later and he's letting go, falling back against the sofa beside him and raising his leg to loop over Joel's.
Joel lets out a blast of laughter and then another moan, his head falling to the back of the sofa and a pleased hum telling Matthew he's done well. A few minutes to catch their breaths and then their hands are between each other's legs, groping and exploring as they kiss filthily and groan into one another's mouths.
"Gotta stop," Joel punches out suddenly, pushing Matthew's leg from over his and dropping to rest his elbows on his knees, curling over himself and breathing heavy. Matthew lets out a delighted peal of laughter but strokes a comforting hand along his back that eventually Joel presses back against with something that sounds like a purr.
When he's calm again Joel turns his head to grin at him then drags Matthew back to his feet, snatching up the lube and dildo and tilting his head in the direction he wants him to follow. Matthew presses kisses along Joel's back as he positions the dildo where he wants it on a dining chair, earning himself a smirk over his shoulder for his efforts.
"Want to know a secret?" Joel asks him when he stands up again. Matthew nods and gives a hard swallow as Joel grabs his wrist, guides his hand down between his own legs and grips around two of Matthew's fingers to push them hard against his own hole. They press in easily with a slick slide. The realisation that Joel's already worked himself open leaves Matthew gasping and having to grip hard around Joel's arm to stop his trembling knees from giving out on him.
"Thought I'd get myself ready for everything I planned on us doing," Joel tells him with glee, clearly happy with Matthew's response. Joel wraps his hands around Matthew's hips then, guiding him to sit in front of him on the table edge. And with his eyes firmly on Matthew's, Joel lowers himself on to the waiting dildo with his hands out on Matthew's hips to steady himself as he sits.
"Oh, that feels good," Joel tells him quietly with his eyes dropping closed, getting himself comfortable and grinding down a little. Matthew's eyes are on his jolting cock, transfixed until Joel grips around the chair edge and starts moving, raising himself in a slow slide before dropping down hard and punching a groan out of himself with the force of it. Then Matthew's eyes are everywhere, greedily taking in everything he can from the view in front of him. He watches as Joel first bites down on his own lip as he fucks himself and then his mouth falls open with a desperate gasp. He watches the way his slit glistens and pre-cum starts to leak from him, making Matthew's mouth water, his heart pound faster and his hands bunch tightly by his sides.
Joel loses the ability to keep pouring out all of the filthy things he's been saying to Matthew, clearly lost in the chase of pleasure he's getting from fucking himself on the dildo. Matthew's ass clenches in anticipation of being close to being able to do the same and digs his fingernails into his palms against the surge of need coursing through him.
Out of nowhere, Joel lets out a howl, and for a second Matthew thinks he's come. But with a quick glance down he sees his cock still full, hard and twitching, clearly aching. Joel's hips are rippling and he gives the occasional grind forward that ends in a whimper, his hands resting on Matthew's knees for a second then curling hard into themselves, even though Matthew can see how hard he wants to touch himself.
When he's calmed, still letting out the odd whimper, Joel reaches out again, grips around Matthew's hips and lowers his head, taking his cock into his mouth in one long suck. Matthew's helpless to do anything but shakily reach his hands out to steady himself against Joel's shoulders, watching as Joel bobs up and down his length and groans the most delicious trembles along it as he continues to grind himself down on the dildo.
When he pulls off Joel's expression is tortured. His head drops forward and Matthew watches the rise and fall of his shoulders, afraid to move or do anything when he doesn't know what Joel wants. But then Joel's raising his head to smile at him wickedly, pressing a kiss to the bruise he's sucked into his hip and gesturing for him to stand up.
"Lay down," he tells him firmly with a hand to his hip telling him to turn around. It takes Matthew a second to realise, but when he does he gives a whimper and turns to lay down on the table and grip around the furthest edge of it while his ass is jutting out over the edge in front of Joel, feeling his breath ghost over him.
A brush of stubble against his cheek and Matthew tightens his grip. When Joel parts his cheeks to expose his hole and blows over it, he whimpers into the table's surface. "I'm looking forward to getting my tongue in you," Joel tells him, saying the words close enough to his hole that Matthew swears he can feel them rumbled there. "But next time. This time, I'm gonna finger you open so you can fuck yourself on this dildo that's filling me up. That is, if I've got any restraint. It might get too much for me and I might have to abandon you to fuck myself. I guess we'll see."
Matthew closes his eyes and holds on for dear life, shifting his legs a fraction wider apart. He hears the click of the lube bottle and feels the circling of fingertips around his rim. He sucks in a breath as they press bluntly against him, until Joel's slipping one inside and sliding all the way in. He holds it steady there and Matthew wants to push back against it but keeps perfectly still, rewarded for that moments later with the crook of a fingertip that leaves him gasping and arching against the table trapping his cock painfully.
"Normally I'd be a bit more gentle," Joel says, leisure in his tone as
he withdraws one finger then forces it back in, making Joel gasp. "But I'm on edge, kinda desperate here. I might just fuck myself a little as I do this," he says and Matthew listens as his voice trails off, hears the soft squeaking shift of the chair as Joel clearly raises and lowers himself. But Joel's not selfish; in time he's pressing one finger in and out of Matthew, soon adding a second that he spears into him until Matthew's shivering.
"You like being stretched open," Joel says quietly, scissoring his fingers wide right up inside him and humming with approval at Matthew's answering whimper. "You really like this," and then two fingers are punching into him, scissoring sharper, sliding out again repeatedly, every few times with the additional torture of a stab at his prostate.
Joel's grunting and grinding behind him brokenly and with no warning as he's rapidly withdrawing his fingers, gripping his hands around Matthew's hips and digging his fingers in. Matthew raises his head from the table at the feel of Joel's head falling and resting against his ass, then smiles at the soft kisses that cover him moments later.
"Sorry," Joel says ruefully, continuing the kisses, "Got a bit carried away there. How 'bout I finish opening you up so you can take a turn?" And he does just that, skillfully working in a third finger while muttering nothing but praise for how good Matthew looks all stretched open and glistening for him, how he can't wait to fuck him at a later date and how hard it is for him not to be doing that right now.
With another kiss to his ass, Matthew feels Joel standing behind him and groans with want as Joel leans over, parts his cheeks, slides his length between them and even presses his tip bluntly against his hole. Joel's repeatedly muttering obscenities and even the instruction to himself to stop, which Matthew has to fight against objecting to.
"Sit," Joel mumbles into his back, guiding him to stand back up then holding his hips as Matthew drops one hand around the base of the dildo so he can guide himself on to it. The breach of its end into his hole has him stuttering and he slides down hard, grinding against it with a tortured moan. He hears Matthew's laughter and opens his eyes to see him settling himself comfortably on the edge of the table, then nodding in the direction of his cock to tell him to carry on.
