by M. K. Lee
So Matthew does just that: he raises himself on his feet, drops himself down, and feels that beautiful pleasured pain of stretch filling him repeatedly. He gets a rhythm going and braces his hands on the table edge on either side of Joel, taking advantage of Joel resting his feet on the stretcher bar of the chair so it doesn't move. As he bounces up and down on the dildo with needful enthusiasm Matthew keeps his eyes on Joel's as much as he's able, letting all kinds of sounds fall out of his mouth to let him know just how good it feels, the weight of his full, heavy cock bouncing with him contributing even more to his stutters and moans.
He's getting close. The coil of pleasure in his gut is tightening, and Matthew knows it's only going to take a few more thrusts and he'll be coming. Joel seems to know this too; he presses a calming hand around his shoulder to silently ask him to stop. It's difficult, and he gives another two jerks of his hips before he can, but he does, looking up at Joel and receiving a slide of tongue into his mouth in reward.
"Let's go back to bed," Joel says, pulling Matthew to his feet. The sensation of being dragged off of the dildo leaves Matthew whimpering but Joel's instantly pumping his fingers inside him in replacement, and his head's falling down on Joel's shoulder with a moan. "Back to bed," Joel repeats, a kiss to the side of his head as he slides his fingers back out of him. On shaking limbs Matthew makes his way back to the bedroom joined by Joel seconds later with his hands full.
"I wanted to do this out there but... I think we both need a rest," he explains, slipping open the box he'd taken out earlier and tipping it up, dropping a long, thick vibrator on to the bed. Matthew moans just for seeing it, and Joel's instantly pressing soothing kisses to his shoulders and telling him to lay down. When he does Joel follows him, curls them up together gently and kisses him until they're both calm again, coherent enough to be able to grin at each other and give the occasional stroke of each other's cocks without feeling they're about to erupt.
"So," Joel says a little while later, reaching behind him to grab the vibrator and bring it between them for Matthew to take a look. "Guess you've not used one of these before, huh?"
"No," Matthew confirms, reaching out to stroke a finger over the end of it in curiosity. "I mean I know what it does—"
"But not how it feels," Joel concludes for him, pushing it into Matthew's hand for him to grip and then shifting to switch it on. The low setting produces a tremor against his palm that's enough to make Matthew's mouth fall open at the thought of feeling that inside. He raises his eyes to Joel's, aware of how startled they must appear. Joel kisses the look out of him and presses on his shoulder so he knows to lie on his back.
Joel's plucking the vibrator from Matthew's fingers with a quick squeeze of lube into his palm and sliding it through the channel of his hand to slicken it whilst grinning down at him. He kneels between Matthew's legs, shifts them open wider. Slides the vibrator over his cock head and grins hard at the burst of a surprised moan it produces. Matthew stares down, fascinated as Joel continues to run the vibrator over his cock, the head, the full length of it, even wrapping it in his fist alongside his cock so he can feel the tremors all the way along.
Joel shifts and nudges the head of the vibrator against Matthew's balls, snorting with laughter when his head drops back against the pillow with a huff. And then he's parting his cheeks one-handed, nudging the tip against him, and Matthew's bunching the sheets up in his fists and trembling.
Matthew's legs part automatically at the first breach of the vibrator inside him, the buzzing sensation echoing up through his ass and enhancing his need to be filled. And Joel does just that, inch by inch, pressing it in until he's hooked two fingers around its base to press it in as far as it will go, nudging against his prostate and making Matthew cry out.
Joel holds it there unmoving for a beat then begins a slow slide out, punching it back in a little harder with each thrust as one hand rests reassuringly around Matthew's thigh. And with a twist of his fingers he's shifting it to a higher setting. Matthew doesn't think he's seeing stars, but he does feel like he might black out at any minute with just how incredible it feels inside him.
Joel sees how close he is already and pulls the vibrator out, stroking himself idly though eyeing Matthew with intent. "I really, really want to fuck you right now," he announces, angling his head to look at Matthew's hole and licking his lips, still stroking his own cock in a tight grip as he does. "But I won't. I'll wait. I mean it's killing me, but I'll wait," Matthew can only answer with a blast of broken laughter that Joel leans over and kisses away.
"Suck me," Joel's harsh instruction startles Matthew but once he's blinked himself lucid he's sitting up and slipping between Joel's legs where he's already laid himself out and open for him. He grips hard around Joel's length, running his tongue over his head and nudging it firm against his slit. The tremble of Joel's thighs on either side of his shoulders has Matthew grinning with his own wickedness, and after another flick of tongue over his head he sucks Joel into his mouth with a moan he knows ripples along the length of him.
Determination sets in him then; Matthew breathes out through his nose, takes another inch, relaxes his throat as best he can, and surprises both of them when his nose is in Joel's pubes and his cock's as far down his throat as he can get it. Matthew breathes to steady himself and waits against the tremors of panic about having his throat filled. He closes his eyes, grips his fingers around Joel's hips and braces himself, then swallows.
Joel's stuttering moan is worth the discomfort, worth all of it. The feeling of power that surges through Matthew adds and heightens his arousal. He does it again; this time when he swallows he's concentrating on the feel of Joel's cock head filling his throat. He knows he's doing something right by the way Joel trembles beneath him and shaky fingers claw at him as though they don't know whether to tell him to stop or to carry on.
Matthew manages a third swallow before he's struggling and there's a dull sting of ache in his throat. He pulls off with a hard drag of his lips along Joel's length and a final kiss to his tip. He hears a snort of disbelief and raises his eyes to Joel's; Joel grabs him hard and drags him up the bed for a hard, brutal kiss.
"How're you so good at that already?" Joel demands between frantic kisses, his hands all over him seeming unable to decide what to touch first. Matthew shrugs, feigning nonchalance that doesn't work with the smug grin on his face. Joel kisses it off of him with a groan and a slide of tongue.
That groping kiss takes over any other plans; fingers stroke along sides, slide inside holes, grip and tease along lengths. They're beyond speaking with nothing but groans of encouragement and moans of sheer need as they writhe against one another side by side in between claiming each other's mouths.
"I wanted to do so much," Joel blasts out in a hurry, bending and biting down on Matthew's shoulder. "I wanted to spend hours taking you apart. But you feel so good, you feel so good, I can't hold out," the desperation in his voice has Matthew's cock jerking, and the leak of pre-cum on to Joel's waiting palm seems to set him off all over again.
"Believe me," Matthew manages to stumble out, "I'm not complaining about a fucking thing," Joel groans helplessly, rolls on to his back and drags Matthew on top of him, reaching between them to line him up.
"Let's see what you can do like this," Joel says. His voice is low and scratchy and trembles against Matthew's ear. Matthew flattens his hands against the pillow either side of Joel's head, shifts his knees to get more comfortable, and gives a slow roll of his hips, groaning hard at the tacky drag of their cocks together. Joel mumbles out encouragement in kisses all along Matthew's neck and shoulder. Matthew rolls again, getting a good rhythm of friction going that has them both moaning all over again.
Joel rolls his hips up to meet Matthew's and it feels so good Matthew's hips stutter for a moment and then give way to chase the rhythm Joel has set. They're past the point of being able to stay gentle with harder and tighter rolls producing whimpers and blasted out encouragements of th
ere and fuck and again.
Matthew finds himself biting down hard on Joel's shoulder, sucking a bruise before laving over it with his tongue. Joel cries out, surprising them both with the force and suddenness of his orgasm, and the way he falls boneless beneath him means Matthew's reaching between them to wrap his fist around his cock, thrusting into it just a few times and then coming himself with an obscene groan.
Matthew drops his head down in the crook of Joel's neck, pauses to get a bit of breath back, and then rolls over, splaying himself wide open on his back. The air rushes at them to cool sweat and come against their skin. In a gesture Matthew wasn't expecting, Joel curls their fingers together, raises and kisses the back of his hand, then drops them down in the small gap between them with a sated sigh.
Matthew's disoriented by a jolt. He hears a soft laugh off to his side and turns his head to find Joel grinning at him. "We fell asleep," he explains, turning his phone in his hand so that Matthew can read the time. "I mean I'm not complaining. Or surprised. But still," Matthew squeezes his fingers as he belatedly realises they're still holding hands, and rolls a little to his side.
"And I used to think Sunday's were so dull," Matthew teases eventually. Joel rolls on his side too and rests his free hand loosely around Matthew's hip.
"Me too. This might be the best idea I've ever had."
"Definitely the best one I've had," Matthew admits with a huff of laughter. Joel seems to approve of that comment from the way he leans in for a soft kiss.
"You in any hurry?" he asks, his eyes searching Matthew over. His gaze makes Matthew's stomach flop in a way he chooses not to question.
"Nope. I'm all yours," Matthew replies, mentally kicking himself for his choice of words in case it comes across as too much.
Joel positively beams, shimmies his way down the bed, and mouths over Matthew's cock before standing with a stretch. "How about," he suggests, leaning back over to kiss him on the mouth again, "we take a shower. Order some food. Fuck about here after?"
There's not a chance in hell Matthew's about to turn any of that down so he wriggles his way off of the bed, cups Joel's face in his hands and kisses him thoroughly then slips his hand back in to Joel's and squeezes, giving a quick nod.
The rest of the day gives way to gentle kisses and exploration that leads to them both coming all over again. Neither one of them complains or comments on it, but Matthew goes home much, much later than he thought he would, with a smile on his face that is in danger of getting stuck there.
*~*~*
"It's just pheromones," Matthew finds himself muttering out loud one morning another couple of weeks later. "Or maybe it's just the endorphins making me happy, 'cos I'm coming so much. That's all it is." But Matthew's brain chooses to unhelpfully flash images of Joel at him that are far from sexual in nature that still make him grin ear to ear and his heart give a little surge of excitement.
Matthew catches his eyes in the mirror and glares, angrily tells himself he's not doing this. He's not falling, not feeling anything but lust for Joel and that's all there is to it. It's been such a short time and they agreed there'd be no complexity about this, so it's nothing, he feels nothing, nothing but lust from the certainty of getting off. But every message Joel sends has Matthew beaming, whether it's a dick pic, a terrible joke, or a random grumble about his day, and Matthew's found himself staring off into the distance just thinking about Joel several times lately. Matthew sags against the bathroom counter and rubs a tired hand over his face, admitting that he's never been a very convincing liar, even to himself.
This was always going to be a danger, Matthew thinks with a heavy sigh and firmly decides he's going to keep this little realisation of his to himself. If he tells Sarah she'll squeal with excitement. If he tells any of his other friends they'll pat him on the back like he's done a good thing. And if he tells Joel, well. Maybe he's in danger of pushing him away altogether, and Matthew really doesn't want that. This thing between them feels so good, so very, very good. It's no wonder his mind is playing the automatic soundtrack of feelings at him because usually they're so intimately tied in with sex.
"Not this time," Matthew eyes himself with a firm shake of his head, catching himself thinking about what Joel thinks of the length and uninteresting sandy colour of his hair. "You're not doing this. You're not messing this up." Another glare and then he's turning away and getting himself ready for work, stopping to snatch up his phone from the kitchen table as he passes to grab his coffee and coming to a stuttering halt the instant he sees a message there from Joel.
"Morning," it reads, "hope today's better for you. Take some breaks, you'll give yourself a permanent headache if you don't. You work too hard... leave me something to play with, hmm? I'll send you a little encouragement later if you behave yourself."
Matthew reads the message over twice more before falling back against the counter with a defeated thud. Yesterday had been a horrible day, with deadlines at work and a last minute panic that he'd missed something vital on the assignment he'd sat up all night completing before sending it at the very last minute. He's exhausted but Joel's message flares a little energy through him and he finds himself shaking his head with a smile.
"Can't wait," he types back, "you always provide the best, uh, motivation."
Matthew hits send then chews on his lip, telling himself he's fucked. He continues staring at the screen through sips of coffee, and his heart thuds yet again when he receives a reply.
"You give me so many things to work with," Joel's message reads, "you got any idea how hot you are when you come?"
Matthew grins at the praise, typing back with a counter of, "Can't be any hotter than you are when you do."
Almost instantly Joel's replying. "The noises you make are pure filth. Can't wait to hear them up close and personal all over again. I'm going to show you how much I like that idea when I'm on lunch."
Matthew fires back a rapid, "Can't wait—for all of it," forces the phone out of his hand and groans to himself, staring up at the ceiling in dismay. "So screwed," he tells himself, then with a drop of his shoulders continues getting ready for work.
Chapter Five
When Joel arrives at Matthew's late Friday evening, they've both come from post-work drinks and are mildly sleepy, slightly inebriated, and apparently feeling affectionate. It had been Joel's idea to stop in on the way home, and neither one of them had commented on how much of a detour the route would mean, too intent on easing a little friction built up from not seeing each other face to face since the previous weekend.
Joel's arms are warm and grounding around Matthew's waist, his tongue is a hot brand. There's a smile to their kiss that lifts their lips up at the corners, and when Matthew's fingers thread through the hair at the base of Joel's neck he's rewarded with a purr-like hum. They stand for several minutes like that, wrapped around one another just inside the doorway, and when they eventually pull back there are easy smiles between them.
"You said you had an early start tomorrow?" Matthew asks as he slides his fingertips over Joel's palm to thread through and capture his fingers, tilting his head in the direction of the bedroom and giving him a soft tug along.
"Yeah," Joel blasts out in a sigh that's disgruntled, "apparently I'm taking my niece shopping so my sister can take Mum to some spa thing. I mean I love my niece," Joel adds in a haste, glancing over at Matthew as though he's scared he's revealed himself as a horrific monster for lacking enthusiasm for such a thing, and the gesture makes Matthew grin. "And I love spending time with her, honestly I do. But she wants to go to the Disney shop—and I like the Disney shop—"
"But?" Matthew interrupts with a nudge to his arm and a nuzzle to his shoulder.
"But she'll want me to buy all of it. All. And then will have a tantrum when I say she can only choose one thing. And my sister wants her picking up at around eight-thirty. So I'll probably get there to tears and tantrums about rushed breakfasts, and have a kicking and screaming six year old strapped i
nto my car before nine o'clock so anyone passing by suspects me of kidnapping her. I'm not... the thought of it... I'm not ready for that," Joel protests mournfully. Matthew gives a hum of consolation and leans in for a kiss.
"Let's see if I can distract you for a bit then, huh?" he offers, spinning Joel around and gripping hard to his ass, grinding up against him. Joel grins, grabbing back just as hard and licking his way into Matthew's mouth before bending to mouth along his neck.
"What'd you have in mind?" Joel asks, already insinuating his fingers beneath Matthew's t-shirt in an effort to get it off. Matthew cradles the back of his head when Joel bends to graze his teeth around his nipple, smiling as he swipes his tongue between his teeth then pulls back and blows over it making it stand rigid.
"You naked would be a good start," Matthew tells him, and before Joel can even move he's sliding his hands up his chest and unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders, undoing his belt and cupping the swell already evident in his jeans. "Gonna help?" Joel steps back, leans in for a smack of a kiss then finishes what Matthew's started, pushing down his jeans and boxers all at once with a flourish that has them both giggling and showing that slight drunkenness from earlier in the evening is still well and truly present.
Joel bends to remove his socks; Matthew steps immediately behind him and rubs himself along his ass, running a lazy hand over his back. When Joel straightens up he angles his head back awkwardly to claim a kiss then steps away dramatically, kneeling his way on to the bed then flopping on to his back and arranging himself spread-eagle.
"Naked enough?" he asks with a jerk of his hips that sends his cock bouncing. Matthew quickly rids himself of his remaining clothes and wraps his hands around Joel's ankles, pushing them further apart before he crawls in the space between his legs. He mouths over Joel's cock, presses a kiss to his stomach, then looks up and smirks.
