Whatever Comes First

by M. K. Lee

  "Much better," he assures him then slides his fingers beneath his knees and raises them until Joel's feet are flat on the bed. He presses firmly on his inner thighs until he's splayed as far as is comfortable, then bends and licks a strip up his cock and suckles on his head. Joel's responses are nothing but pleased mumbles and moans. Matthew ducks, opens and closes his mouth around one of his balls and gives a hard suck that leaves Joel gasping. He runs his tongue over the other then lifts them, bending further still to press a hard thumb to his perineum.

  Joel gives another low hum of pleasure and jerks his hips, which Matthew takes as a sign to do it again. "Hey," Matthew mumbles into the base of his cock before mouthing his way up. "Anything you wanted to try? You've asked me what I want but..."

  If Joel had been about to answer the response is punched out of him by Matthew sucking him hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue around his shaft then wrapping his lips tight around his base before sliding teasingly slow all the way up, licking at his slit as though he's trying to get his tongue inside it.

  "Looking forward to you fucking me almost as much as I can't wait to get in you," Joel fires out in a blast, whining when Matthew pins him down and starts a hard bob up and down his cock, humming with enthusiasm knowing it's vibrating along his length when he does that. He keeps it up, licking and sucking and mouthing with no pattern to it so Joel has no idea what to expect next or when to expect it. And then Matthew's looking up at him with a glint in his eye, shifting on his knees to change his position then lowering his mouth in teasing inches until Joel's cock is nudging down his throat.

  With the limited experiences he's had, Matthew's never deep throated before Joel, not properly anyway. There'd been a drunken fumbled attempt in the back of a car not long after he'd admitted his sexuality, but that had been more about his own over-confidence and the guy getting off on mouth fucking a newbie and not giving him a lot of choice in the matter. Joel is leagues different: he's patient, gentle, and encouraging, and so very willing to do so many things back to him that half the time Matthew's struck dumb with just how much he feels he's lucked out.

  But back to the task in hand, or mouth, Matthew grins to himself, letting Joel nudge in even deeper until his lips are flush against his pubes. He moans, purposely hard, feeling Joel shuddering beneath him, then gives a swallow that squeezes along his full length and leaves him howling out. Matthew waits a minute to control his breathing then swallows again, closing his eyes with a groan at Joel's blasted out whimper of, please. One more swallow and then he's pulling off him, nuzzling against his hipbone and looking up with a triumphant grin.

  Joel looks down at him with an incredulously raised eyebrow and shakily reaches out his hand to cup around Matthew's jaw. "You asked me what I want," he says, his voice low, and scratchy. At Matthew's slow nod Joel sucks in a gasp and stutters out, "You're doing it. Your mouth. I wanna fuck your mouth again," Matthew nods again, leaning and pressing another kiss to his tip before moving to sit up.

  "Where're you going?"

  Matthew laughs at Joel's protest, positioning himself on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, nudging a hand firm against Joel to get him to shift. "Let's try it like this. I've never done it before but I hear it feels good."

  Joel's dramatic gasp has Matthew grinning then gripping the sheets as he's jostled while Joel stands. He looks up at him from this upside down angle and winks, getting himself comfortable.

  "You sure about this?" Joel says, and there's uncertainty in his voice but also so much want it makes Matthew's cock twitch. He gives a hum of consent then reaches for him, grabbing Joel's thighs and pulling him closer. "Tell me if it's too much."

  But Matthew's already brimming with excited anticipation, giving Joel's thighs an appreciative squeeze and laughing to himself that it's the first time he's acknowledged just how solid with muscle they are. Joel's hands hit the bed as he curls over him so he's got some leverage, and with a final nod Matthew's opening up his mouth in invitation.

  There's a hint of salt as Joel's tip pushes between his lips, then his cock is gliding heavy along his tongue. Joel gives a groan and a shallow thrust in. Matthew encourages him on with an approving moan. Another inch breaches him, a little more for Matthew to swallow around. Joel's gentle, taking it very slowly and clearly straining against the urge to go deeper, until Matthew's reaching out and gripping his ass, pulling him in.

  Joel's cock head nudges against his throat and the angle's different and strange for Matthew, but he realises within seconds how much easier and deeper this is going to get. By the time Joel's thrusting fully in and out of him with choked out stutters and gasps, Matthew's squeezing his hips in encouragement and moaning along his length.

  The strain Joel's putting himself under not to be too rough is putting a tremble in his arms. Matthew finds himself smiling at the gesture and wriggles a little, the jostle pulling a deep, guttural whimper out of Joel's mouth. He thrusts a little harder and holds it there for a second before pulling out, whispering a broken sorry that Matthew immediately moans away. Joel pulls back altogether from him for a moment, then is bending and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, gentle and sweet as anything. Matthew grins at him and pats the side of the bed.

  "I didn't, did I? Hurt you?" Joel asks as they rearrange themselves against the pillows and he wraps an arm securely around his waist. Matthew shakes his head, leaning in for a kiss which they lose themselves to, before Joel's hand is out and around his cock, sweeping up the pre-cum there to slick his slide.

  "I can still suck you off," Matthew offers, grinning as Joel's eyes fall closed with lust.

  "I'd love that," he says, his voice full of desperation. Matthew nuzzles against him then kisses his way down his chest. Joel's already pretty close; the second Matthew swallows him down again his hand is out and gently cupping the back of his head, and Matthew can feel the tension there that he's using to stop himself from fucking into his mouth again. At Matthew's encouragement, he rolls his hips a little, and between Matthew's bobbing and Joel's thrusting, they get him to a point when he's only capable of babbling.

  Joel calls out a desperate warning that he's about to come. Matthew hums harder and grips a little tighter around his hips. And then Joel's jolting up and flooding his mouth with warm, salty bursts that leave Matthew drooling. He pulls off when he's sure Joel's finished with a loud pop and the smacking of his lips.

  Joel pulls him up, giving a frantic kiss of gratitude that turns into a whine when Matthew forces his tongue in his mouth so he can taste himself there. "What do you want me to do to you?" Joel asks looking bright eyed and eager to please, his eyes on his lips and then leaning in for another desperate kiss.

  "Just your hand," Matthew shrugs, knowing they're both too tired out by now for much else. Joel crawls over him, retrieves the bottle of lube from the place in the drawer he knows Matthew keeps it. Then he's slicking up his hand, wrapping it firmly around him and laying back down while half-straddling him. Joel's balanced himself on his forearm and his fingers are curling over the top of Matthew's head, gentle fingertips playing with his hair as he kisses him, long and sweet, a thrust of occasional tongue as he slowly gets him off. And Matthew is limbless, trapped beneath him in the best of ways, building tighter and higher with the fingers of one hand bunching up in the sheets and the other curled securely around Joel's waist.

  Joel pulls back from kissing him just to grin, to watch and stare wide eyed at every groan he's pulling out of him. And when Matthew finally comes in a gentle arch with a choked out moan, the look of pride there on Joel's face contributes just as much to the boneless feeling Matthew's left with as the fact that he's now splattered with his own come at Joel's hand.

  That sweet kiss starts up again, and as they continue it becomes sloppy and tired. Matthew's seconds away from telling Joel to stay, already long past the point of wanting him to. But Joel's pulling back with a reluctant sigh, leaning to lick out over one of the
splatters of come on Matthew's chest with an evil wink then shimmying himself off of the bed and stretching.

  "I need to go before I get too comfortable not to," he says, sounding thoroughly unwilling. "It's already too late for that, but you know. Your place is a good twenty minutes further away from my sister's, and I don't have a change of clothes with me." Matthew shrugs easily and sits up, watching with interest as Joel redresses himself and only remembering the come on his skin when he feels it seeping its way down him. He reaches out for a tissue but Joel beats him to it, grabbing a few and wiping him up himself.

  "Walk me out?" Joel requests, extending a hand to him. Matthew lets him pull him to his feet and into another kiss, snatches up and pulls on his boxers then nods to tell him he's ready. At Matthew's front door they fall into a hug, and it goes on for a little while with softly stroking fingers on backs and content little breaths into necks. And then there's a goodbye kiss that goes on longer still, full of gentleness and no willpower to actually stop.

  It's Joel's phone that finally separates them, giving an insistent complaint that the battery is almost out. He glares down at it before shoving it back into his pocket, then leans in for a final quick kiss before tilting his chin towards the door.

  "Come over Sunday?" Joel says once the door is open. Matthew nods easily, already looking forward to it. "I'll message you when I'm ready. When I'm awake. Whichever comes first."

  Matthew laughs, full of affection, leaning in to claim a final kiss of his own. When he throws himself back into bed a little later, the thought occurs to him that Joel's only objection to staying was the extra distance to travel in the morning plus the lack of a change of clothes. Warmth winds its way through Matthew's chest at the reminder, and the thought of it puts a pleased grin on his lips as he falls asleep.

  *~*~*

  "I have plans for you today."

  Matthew snorts, his fingers already deep in Joel's hair as he clings to the back of his head, humming to himself as Joel mouths his way down his neck standing in the doorway of his apartment. "Are you sharing those plans with your neighbours?" he asks, laughing harder when Joel stares at the door indignantly, pulls him in, and shoves it closed. "And don't you always have plans for me?"

  It's Joel's turn to snort before he leans in for a quick kiss. But when he pulls away he hums to himself, sounding very much likes he's just sampled something he likes the taste of. Matthew tells him this and is rewarded with Joel licking his way into his mouth and mumbling an, uh huh there before nipping at his lower lip and stepping back. "I do," he assures him almost as an afterthought. "And these plans are gonna involve us coming really, really hard. Sound good to you?"

  Matthew doesn't get a chance to answer though because Joel's grabbing his hand and towing him towards the bedroom. They strip each other bare in haste and as one topple to the bed, clawing and groping at one another as their tongues dart in and out of each other's mouths.

  "So the other day. You asked me if there's something I like," Joel says, distracting himself by bending to suck Matthew into his mouth and grinning as he shudders. "And there is. Not that I haven't loved every second of what we've been doing," he adds, immediately ducking back down and taking him fully into his mouth. Matthew pats his head as Joel slowly drags his lips up his length.

  "And I want you to do something to me," Joel continues, raising his head and glancing at Matthew with a lip sucked between his teeth and a look of hope. At Matthew's nod he grins, bends to kiss him, straddles his lap and circles his hips. "First I need you to open me up good and slick. Can you do that?"

  Without breaking eye contact Matthew reaches out and pulls open the drawer of Joel's bedside cabinet, retrieving the lube with the ease of practice. Once he's slicked up his fingers he nudges for Joel to move. Joel simply kneels up and shuffles forward so he's straddling Matthew's chest, flaring his hips back a touch in invitation. Matthew presses blunt with the tips of two fingers against his rim leaving Joel grinding down on his hand, keening and tipping forward a little as he slowly takes those fingers in.

  Matthew's unable to do much but watch as Joel spears himself on his fingers, growing in arousal at the groans punched out with every arching of his neck. "Fuck, I can't wait to ride you," Joel tells him without even looking at him. Matthew manages to wriggle another finger to join the others and his mouth drops open at Joel's answering grunt.

  "More," he manages to groan out after a couple of minutes, toppling from where he's knelt over to the side, then straight on to his back. Joel splays his legs high and wide and whines for Matthew to get between them. When Matthew does that and shoves his fingers straight back in him Joel howls, grabbing hard around his own thighs for support.

  "Don't stop," he urges brokenly, tilting his hips up to spear himself even more. Joel's gasping as Matthew crooks his fingers deep inside him, and one particularly deep jab has his head thrown back in another howl. A shaky hand wraps around Matthew's wrist and his gaze drops there, watching as Joel writhes on his fingers and urges him to open him up. Matthew scissors his fingers and looks on in amazement at Joel's continual whimpering, until he's grabbing his hand again.

  "'Okay. I'm good," Joel's telling him thick with arousal, scrabbling around in the drawer and pulling out something Matthew's never seen up close before but is pretty sure he knows what they are.

  "Anal beads?" he asks anyway, his cock twitching though not necessarily because he wants to try them. It's the way Joel's eyes are on them with such desire for them that's doing it for him.

  "Tell me what you know," Joel commands, all while pouring more lube on to his hand and running the beads through the slickness there.

  "You, uh... you insert them one at a time. You... if you pull them out when you're about to come it's supposed to feel amazing," Matthew answers, eyes on the way Joel smears the excess lube on his palm over his hole and pushes his fingers in with a low hum.

  "All true. They don't just make coming better, they can make you come. You've got to—you've got to tug them out, hard and fast. That's how I like it. Do that to me a few times and I'll be coming so hard," Joel bites down on his lip and hums to himself as though he's imagining how that is going to feel. Matthew palms himself at the expression on his face and licks his lips.

  "You ready to give this a go?" Joel asks, and there's such open trust there Matthew feels a little stunned by it. He nods anyway, takes the beads from Joel's fingers and strokes over the loop at the end he'll be using to tug them back out with.

  Joel surprises him by sitting up and turning over, kneeling and presenting his ass to him with a wriggle and a grin over his shoulder. "Feels really, really good on all fours when you do this," he tells him. Matthew looks at the largest of the beads doubtfully and wonders if it's even going to fit. "They all fit," Joel assures him, clearly reading the look on this face, "although I wouldn't want to try those biggest ones on you as a first time. Maybe when we've got you coming on my cock we'll think about giving it a go."

  Matthew's helpless but to stroke himself for Joel's promise, but doesn't allow himself to get too distracted, instead kneels and nudges Joel's knees apart a little further still. "Okay. I'm all yours," Joel tells him with another tilt back of his hips. Matthew allows himself a short breath in and then uses one hand to spread Joel's cheeks, bringing up the first of the string of beads to feed it in.

  Joel pushes back against it and Matthew's fascinated at the way his hole just swallows it up. He gives the string a soft tug and gasps at the way it pulls and puckers up his rim before popping back out. Joel laughs, wriggles again, bends to rest on his forearms and waits. Matthew gives one look over the way he's kneeling then pushes the bead back in until his fingertip is dipping in with it.

  A second bead and Joel's humming in approval. A third and the hum rumbles loud. Matthew's mesmerised by both his reaction and the way the beads disappear inside him, and when he's got them all in barring one his eyes are captivated by the way Joel's hole opens around that largest bead to swallow it u
p. As soon as it's inside him Joel's groaning and rocking, muttering how good it feels to himself, giving a circle of his hips that tells Matthew he can feel them all the way up inside him. His own hole is clenching at the thought of being filled like that.

  "Okay. You need to pull them out, short and sharp in one go," Joel tells him, and there's an edge to his voice telling Matthew just how much he's looking forward to that happening. Matthew gives an experimental tug on the loop sticking up out of him and his breath catches at the groan and roll of hips Joel gives in response.

  "Please," Joel tells him flexing his hips back. Matthew holds his breath, crooks his finger and gives the shortest, sharpest tug he can, watching horrified as Joel cries out gasping and falls forward. Joel's pressing his head into the pillow letting out a series of tortured sounds to himself as he stirs his hips back and forth, not answering Matthew's repeated urgent questioning.

  "Joel? Are you okay?" Matthew's asking with a soft grip around his leg to get his attention, genuinely terrified he's hurt him, tilting his head to take a quick look at his hole and convinced he's going to see some kind of injury. But Joel's whimpering and letting out this long low moan as he angles his hips back up higher. The only word Matthew can make out of it all is a request of again.

  In fascination Matthew feeds the beads back into him, whimpering with arousal when he jerks them out again for both the way Joel howls and the way his hole flutters and contracts. A third time and Joel's actually sobbing, his knees trembling so hard it seems impossible he can keep himself up by the time the final bead is pushed inside him.

  "How about we do this over the edge of the bed so you're not falling?" Matthew suggests. Joel gives a genuine growl at the suggestion and is immediately shimmering back, sliding off the bed and presenting his ass in the air, and pleading with Matthew to hurry the fuck up. And this time when Matthew yanks the beads back out of him, the noise Joel makes as he comes has Matthew's hand out and squeezing around the base of his own cock. He watches wide eyed as the intensity of it takes any remaining strength out of Joel and leaves him laid limp over the edge of the bed, his face turned back towards Matthew, eyes closed in pure bliss.