Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Blaine just stared. Matt took pity on him, the confusion written on his face and reached out to grab Blaine’s hand.

  “It’s still me, Blaine. Swear. I haven’t changed.”

  “Maybe I have,” Blaine said softly, staring at his feet. “I can’t...I can’t do this, Matt. I’m not like you. I’m not gay.”

  “You sure about that?” Matt kept his tone gentle and low, trying so hard not to push. It wasn’t easy, though.

  If he did say so himself, Matt had pretty fucking accurate gaydar. Beyond that, he knew Blaine, inside and out. Had watched the guy for years, lusted after him just as long.

  Blaine shook his head, looking so very lost. Matt couldn’t stand it. He closed the last remaining distance between them, draping his arms over Blaine’s broad shoulders. He rested his forehead against Blaine’s, closing his eyes.

  “It’s okay,” Matt whispered. “Promise. You can do this.”

  “I can’t.”.

  The desperate plea in Blaine’s declaration finally cut through Matt’s shield. He dropped his arms to his side and stepped back, rubbing at his chest. He ached, all through. Maybe he’d been wrong, maybe Blaine didn’t want him.

  “I guess I’ll just –“

  “No, wait.” Blaine took a deep breath, emotions flickering across his face too quickly for Matt to follow. Then Blaine took another breath and nodded, seeming to come to a decision.

  Motioning for Matt to stay where he was, Blaine braced his hands on the wall Matt had used for support mere moments ago. The wall was tall and Blaine’s arms bulged, muscles shifting and bunching, as he hopped up onto it and sat. The move put them close, close enough that Matt could breathe in Blaine’s musky scent, the smell of sweat lingering under soap and man.

  “Do you know why I decided to stay on campus this summer?” he asked.

  Matt shook his head.

  “I don’t have anywhere else to go, really. My parents died when I was six. I’ve been in and out of foster homes most of my life. Getting that soccer scholarship was the best thing to ever happen to me. I wouldn’t be here, at college, without it. And I can’t mess this up, Matt, I just can’t. It’s all I’ve got. I don’t have a family, nowhere else to be. I was different enough, growing up in the system. You have no idea what it can be like, at school, at the places I’ve stayed. You’re always on the outside. I can’t do that again.”

  Shit. Matt didn’t really know what to say, how to answer that. He wanted to promise Blaine that everything would work out, tell Blaine nothing would change. That he could admit to being gay and not risk ending up on the outside once more.

  Matt couldn’t, though. Hell, just look at his own situation. Matt’s mind raced as he tried to come up with the right words.

  “Do you know why I stayed?” he finally asked, turning Blaine’s question back on him. Blaine had shared, it was only fair, after all. “I told my parents over spring break. That I was gay, I mean. They…didn’t take it well. Oh, they didn’t come right out and kick me out. Hell, they’re still paying for school. But it’s only because they worry about what everyone would think, you know? They live in this social circle where appearance is everything. It doesn’t look good to disown your only son. They made it quite plain, though, that they expect me to stay as far away as possible.”

  “I’m sorry,” Blaine said. Matt cut him off with a quick shake of his head.

  “I’m not. We’ve never been that close-knit of a family. My point is, I can’t promise you that nothing will change. But I can promise that, at least for me, the benefits outweigh the risks. What I’ve gained, the freedom to be myself, to stop living a lie day after day, it’s been worth it.”

  “I don’t know if I can be that brave,” Blaine admitted.

  “You kidding me? You go up against guys built like football linebackers on a regular basis. You’re a damned defender, man. You’ve got the guts, trust me. Most of the guys aren’t going to care, you know that. They don’t care about Jimmy and Coke, do they?”

  Blaine’s eyes widened. “They’re a couple?”

  “Of course they are. What, you haven’t caught them making out in the showers yet? ‘Cause I thought everybody had at one point or another. Those two can hardly keep their hands off each other.”

  Blaine nibbled a bit on his lower lip and Matt had to force himself to look away. The gesture was just too adorable. A strange adjective to apply to a guy who looked as tough as Blaine, but there it was. Blaine had thick, beefy shoulders, bulging pecs and cut abs. The shaved head – a shade darker than his olive-toned skin – and the colorful dragon tattoo winding up his left side usually only added to the menace. And Matt found him cute as hell.

  Matt saw the slight waver in determination and he pounced, crowding close again until he stood between Blaine’s parted legs. “The ones who truly matter won’t care,” he said. “And the rest? Screw them. Maybe you’ll lose a few friends, but look what you get.”

  Blaine looked up, those dark brown eyes scared, begging for reassurance and that last little push that would send him flying into the unknown. “And what would I get?”

  “Me.”

  The corners of Blaine’s lips tipped up. “Cocky much?”

  “Hey, I’m worth it, babe.”

  “You know, I think you just might be.”

  Matt lifted his arms and pressed his palms flat against smooth, heated skin, kneading the solid muscle of Blaine’s chest. “Give it a try. We’ve got all summer.” Matt wasn’t quite able to keep the pleading note from his voice. He was so close. So very damn close to having everything he’d wanted for so very long. “Give me a chance.”

  Blaine closed his eyes while endless moments of silence ticked away.

  “Okay.”

  It took a minute for Matt’s brain to process the word. “Okay?” he asked. “Really?”

  “Really. Just…take it slow, huh?” A half-smile tugged up one side of Blaine’s mouth. “Don’t go running down the streets shouting ‘Blaine’s got a boyfriend’ just yet.”

  “Now, would I do that?” Matt asked with a chuckle.

  “Damn right you would.”

  “Maybe I would.”

  Matt was tired of talking. He’d gotten his agreement, that was all he needed.

  Matt braced his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and climbed up the other man’s body. He planted his knees on either side of Blaine’s lean hips, straddling Blaine’s solid thighs. The concrete scraped against his knees, but Matt ignored it, too busy focusing on the handsome man in his grasp.

  “Gotcha,” he murmured, licking his lips. “And I’m not letting you go.”

  Blaine had gone insane. That was the only reason he could come up with for why he was kissing Matt like this was their last day on earth. He couldn’t seem to stop, though. Didn’t want to stop.

  With Matt kissing him, all the reasons for lying, to himself and others, didn’t seem to matter anymore. Matt’s tongue tickled the roof of Blaine’s mouth, twined with his own. Matt tasted like ketchup and beer and spice. It was addictive. Highly.

  “Mmm, you taste good,” Matt murmured into Blaine’s mouth.

  “You, too,” Blaine replied, the words muffled since he wasn’t quite ready to let go of Matt’s lips yet.

  “Show you something?”

  Blaine gasped as Matt’s finger rubbed the small of his back. God, who knew he was so sensitive there? Those talented fingers pressed, slid down inside his jeans to tease the top of his crack. Blaine let go of the heated kiss to drop his head back, thought and concentration shattering into a million pieces.

  “Do that again,” he ordered.

  “If you insist.” Matt smiled at him. That finger moved again and Blaine arched into the solid heat of his…boyfriend, lover, friend? Hell, who cared? Blaine’s brain didn’t work well enough to figure it out right now.

  Matt trailed kisses down the side of Blaine’s neck, tongue flicking out to taste – the hollow of his throat, the edge of his jaw, the dip of his collarbone.
Matt paid particular attention to the top of Blaine’s left pec, laving the dragon’s head tattooed there until the greens and reds glistened with moisture. Blaine leaned forward, returning the favor by tracing the series of stars on Matt’s shoulder.

  He remembered when they’d gotten their tats. The team was celebrating a big win and the end of the season. They’d been drunk, the bar had been packed, and Matt and Blaine had lost the rest of the guys. He didn’t remember whose idea it had been. He just remembered seeing the flashing neon sign, feeling the rush of adrenaline. Matt’s crazy, hyped-up laughter.

  Now that he thought about it, Blaine realized that most of the best moments of his life revolved around Matt. Around them. Maybe this was the next logical step.

  To his lust-numbed brain, the thought made complete sense.

  Matt’s kisses turned to gentle nips, each one increasing in force. Blaine groaned, hands coming up to cup Matt’s head. The short strands of his dark hair felt both soft and bristly at the same time under his touch. Blaine ran his hands along Matt’s head, shoving his fingers through the mass, messing it up until Matt’s hair stood up in strange spikes.

  In response, Matt grabbed a bit of skin next to Blaine’s dragon and started sucking. He applied pressure, teeth, and tongue until Blaine started writhing and moaning. Then Matt pulled back with a soft sound, surveying his handiwork with evident satisfaction.

  “Marked you,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

  Blaine glanced down, nearly crossing his eyes in an attempt to see. A large, raised mark on his skin, the beginnings of a bruise.

  Well, how about that? His very first hickey. Sweet.

  “Yeah,” Blaine replied. “I guess I am. So what are you gonna do with me, now that you have me?”

  Matt’s grin could only be classified as wicked. “I’m going to blow your mind.”

  “You’ve already done that,” Blaine admitted.

  “Then I’m going to give you the best sex of your life.”

  “Not hard, I’m not exactly well-rounded in that area.”

  Matt rolled his eyes, huffing out a breath of frustration. “Stop talking. You’re making my brain dizzy.”

  “So shut me up,” Blaine dared, still playing with that soft hair.

  “With pleasure.”

  Before Blaine’s fuzzy head could process the motion, Matt was on his knees in front of Blaine, busily working open the fastening of his jeans. Matt slid down the zipper gently, eyes widening and cheeks flushing a deep red when his task was completed.

  “Damn, babe,” Matt said, licking his lips again. “Would you look at that?”

  Blaine hadn’t bothered with underwear, which he thought now was a very good thing. Gave Matt easier access. Confident hands pulled his cock free, Matt stroking the hard, pulsing length with an almost maddeningly gentle touch. Blaine was aroused enough – and just from a kiss, damn it – that he needed more, harder, rougher. Now.

  Using his tight grip of Matt’s hair, Blaine pulled the dark head closer in a silent plea. Matt made a small, almost needy, sound. Then soft, wet heat engulfed the head of his cock and Blaine’s world blanked out. A gray fuzz invaded his vision and he yelled Matt’s name, hips thrusting forward involuntarily. Matt grabbed Blaine, holding him still.

  “Please, Matt, please.” The words just poured out of Blaine, begging, needy words that he couldn’t stop. All he cared about was getting more. He’d never felt anything as amazing as Matt’s lips on his shaft.

  One hand left Blaine’s hips, coming down to play with his balls, rolling and tugging, the touch firm, moving rhythmically in time with the motions of Matt’s mouth. He licked from base to head with his tongue, swiping streams of pre-cum off the head, swallowing and sucking again.

  Blaine chanted Matt’s name, squirming and groaning. The heat and pressure built up, higher and higher. He could feel tingling in his lower back, his sac drawing up close to his body, stomach muscles so tight they ached. He needed, so much. Just a little more.

  “Matt, please, gonna –“

  “Come on, babe,” Matt replied. The words sent vibrations rippling through Blaine’s hyper-sensitive skin and he yelped, bucking and writhing. Not enough. Not enough.

  Fuck. He needed to come. Now. Before his body ripped itself apart from sheer frustration.

  Matt’s solid form pressed closer, wrapping around one of Blaine’s spread legs. He was…oh, God, Matt was thrusting against his leg, need written in the tense line of his bare shoulders. His mouth kept moving, up and down, swirling around. Both hands now gripped Blaine, fingers digging into his shaking thigh muscles with bruising force.

  Matt pulled away, Blaine’s cock slipping from between his lips.

  “No, no.” Blaine tried to pull him back, the hot summer air feeling cold against his skin after the inferno of Matt’s mouth.

  Matt merely shifted until he was practically riding Blaine’s calf, braced himself, and went back for seconds. The position was awkward as hell, Blaine’s leg muscles screeching in protest, but he ignored it. Almost – there!

  Blaine’s release ripped through him with sudden ferocity, sending him over the edge so unexpectedly that his whole body seemed to lock up. Sparks flashed behind his closed eyelids. He bellowed Matt’s name, tugging and pulling, trying to get the other man as close as physically possible. The orgasm seemed to last forever, spurt after spurt of spunk pouring out of him.

  And Matt took it all, licking and suckling, swallowing down Blaine’s cum like he couldn’t get enough.

  Finally, finally, the lights faded. Everything within Blaine went limp and he slumped, the wall he was half sitting on and Matt pressed against his legs the only things keeping him from collapsing into a gooey pile of blissed-out Blaine.

  It took Blaine’s exhausted brain several moments to realize that Matt was still moving. He had his cheek pressed into Blaine’s stomach, hips grinding against Blaine’s legs.

  Mustering up some of the strength that orgasm had drained out of him, Blaine grabbed Matt and hauled him upright. He braced the slightly smaller man against his chest, fumbling with the button on those teeny-tiny cut off shorts. Blaine practically had to peel the denim away from Matt’s skin. The tight fit must have been damn near painful, as hard as Matt’s cock was when Blaine finally succeeded in freeing it. Smooth skin met his touch, Matt shaved clean, the feeling a fantastic contrast to Blaine’s own dark bush.

  Blaine wrapped his fist around Matt and pulled, hard and fast and probably a bit too rough but his concentration was shot and…

  It only took a few firm strokes before Matt shouted wordlessly and spilled into Blaine’s hand, the hot, sticky mess coating him with the physical evidence of Matt’s pleasure.

  Blaine felt ridiculously proud of himself as he cradled Matt against him, brushing his clean hand against sweaty skin. It fascinated him, Matt’s pale coloring against his own, much darker, hue.

  “We should go in,” Blaine murmured absently, rubbing against the non-tattooed shoulder. “You’re starting to turn red.”

  Despite his dark hair, Matt had the palest skin. It didn’t tan, just went right to lobster-bright and peeling. As much as Blaine was savoring their current position, tucked together, sated and lazy, he didn’t want Matt to hurt later.

  Matt made a sound that was either agreement or ‘fuck-off’. Blaine chuckled. He helped Matt to one side, reluctant to let the other man go. But his arms were still a bit shaky from that sexual apocalypse Matt had unleashed on him and he didn’t want to drop Matt. That would make a great ending for their first time together. Leave Matt with wicked sunburn and a concrete rash. Yeah. That would just guarantee another go-round.

  Matt braced himself against the concrete wall. “Don’t think my legs work yet,” he said. “Damn, babe.”

  “Right back at ya,” Blaine replied.

  Matt laid his head against Blaine’s shoulder, sighing with contentment. Blaine smirked before raising his hand and licking off some of the cum coating it.

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sp; Matt groaned and smacked him in the stomach. “Stop that,” he chided. “Do try not to look so sexy, please. I need a few minutes to catch my breath.”

  “Good for you,” Blaine replied. “I think a few minutes is being optimistic, myself.”

  “Hey, I’m good for another couple of rounds, easy.”

  “You’re trying to kill me,” Blaine said around a mock groan.

  “Nope, no dying,” Matt stated. “You’ve got to stick around a while. I’m not done with you yet.”

  “I don’t think I’m done with you, either,” Blaine admitted.

  “Up you get, big boy,” Matt declared suddenly.

  “Not like I’m all that much bigger than you are.” Blaine grumbled, but complied. His feet felt off, like they were on the wrong legs or something. Hell, his knees were shaky. Sex had never done that to him before. He might have been in denial, but that didn’t mean Blaine was a complete innocent. A blow job was a blow job, after all, no matter what equipment came attached to the person delivering it.

  Or at least, that’s what he’d thought until today. Matt just may have spoiled him for anyone else. Which Blaine was, surprisingly, completely all right with.

  Clinging a bit to each other, they staggered to their feet. Blaine nearly did a nose dive when his pants, wrapped around his thighs, tried to trip him up. He struggled, twisted, finally managed to untangle himself and get his clothes righted. Matt snorted, the sound leading into full-blown, utterly amused cackles.

  “Look at us,” he said around another snort. “Hobbling around like a couple of idiots.”

  “Yep. That’s us. Two idiots.”

  “Wish I could argue with that, babe, I really do.”

  Matt’s shorts were down around his knees. He didn’t bother yanking them up, though. No, sir, the man just shoved and wiggled. Then he stood there, stark naked in the backyard, the deepening rays of the setting sun flushing his skin golden. Long-fingered hands planted on slender hips, Matt grinned. Blaine swallowed hard and counted to five.

  Don’t pounce on the man, don’t pounce.