Fin & Matt (5 page)

“No, Fin.  I’m fine.”

“Matt—”

“I said I’m fine!” he clipped.

I lifted my hands in defeat.  “Fine.”

He moved close and wrapped his arms around my waist.  “I’m sorry.  Listen.  I don’t want help.  I hope you don’t think I’m not grateful.  I’m just… broke.  I told you that.  I don’t want you for the money, don’t you get that?  I want
you
.”

I nodded.  “Okay.  Just… pack something.  Just a bag, okay?  I’m not asking you to move in, but just a few things.”

“What, you don’t want to stay here tonight?” he teased.

I snorted a short laugh.  “Just pack.”

♂♂

Matt brushed his hand against mine, his fingers tickling the inside of my palm.  I shivered before picking up a small bar of plastic wrapped soap and lifting it to my nose.  “This is nice,” I said, holding it out to him.

He took it from my hand, brushing our fingers together purposefully.  “It
is
nice, but I like the body wash you use better.  It goes with that scent you wear.”

I scoffed.  “How do you know what scent I wear?”

He lifted his wrist and extended it for me to smell.  “It was on your counter.  I used it this morning.  Then I googled it and found out you paid over a hundred bucks for less than an ounce.  I nearly died.”

“I like it on you better,” I responded, picking up a bottle of shaving balm.

He leaned in close and pressed his nose to my neck.  “Trust me.  It works on you.”

I watched as he walked over to a wooden rack, fingering various cotton briefs before checking the price tags.  The overly snug fit of his jeans sent a flush over my body.  He picked up a pair of periwinkle Paul Smith microfiber low-rise underwear and held them over the front of his jeans.

“What do you think?” he asked.  “I’ve always wanted a pair of these.”

I swallowed heavily and cleared my throat.  “Nice.”

“Not as nice as the ones you were wearing last night.  The obscene Armani trunks.”  His voice was low, oozing sex and virility.

Jesus.

“I need a new duvet,” I responded, changing the subject.

Matt walked behind me, his hand tracing my spine.  “Bedding?”

“Are you hungry?”

Matt laughed.  “We ate an hour ago.”

“Coffee?” I suggested.

“Mexican hot chocolate?” he countered.  “It’s my favorite.  Cinnamon… hot pepper…”

Shit.

“Bedding?”

He chuckled again.  “I just said that.”

I ran my hand through my hair.  “Yeah, sorry.  You want to help me pick something out?  I just have that old blanket now.  My old duvet is at my parents’ house.  I don’t want to take it – they might need it for guests or something.”

I was babbling and I knew it. 
Matt
knew it.

“Why are you acting nervous?” he asked.  He moved close, looking down into my eyes as he entwined his fingers in mine.  “I’ve had your cock in my mouth.  It’s hardly time to get shy.”

His words were low, but I glanced around regardless.  “I’m not nervous,” I lied.

“You are.”  He leaned in and kissed me softly, resting his hands on my shoulders.  “It’s just a bed cover.”

“I know—”

“Then let’s pick one out… together.  And if you’re a good boy, I’ll buy that underwear you liked.”

♂♂

We kissed more than we watched the first film.  Regardless of our differing sizes, our bodies aligned together perfectly.  Our limbs tangled as my lips found his every minute or two, a symphony of vibrations and moans from our mouths.

“I don’t even know what’s happening,” he admitted, gesturing to the screen.  “What if your mom quizzes me?”

“Okay.”  I sat up and moved to the side of the couch.  “Let’s separate for a few.  Watch the next scene.  Memorize it.  We’ll watch it twice if we have to.  You can talk about the scene and she’ll move on.  She’s less attentive than most humans.  She changes subjects every fifteen to twenty seconds.”

Matt watched the screen, committing the epic fight between Scott and Todd Ingram to memory.  The bass fight, the coffee, the telekinetic vegan powers, and the imminent stripping of said powers.  Once defeated, I replayed Scott’s line to Matt.

“You once were a ve-gone, but now you will
be
gone.”

Matt laughed aloud.  “Can we go back to making out?”

♂♂

“Matt, this is my dad.”

Matt stretched out his hand, welcoming my father in a warm handshake before pausing to look at my mom.  “Are we hugging?” he teased.  “I’ve heard that the MacAuliffe family hugs.”

My dad put his arms out and pulled Matt in for a tight squeeze.  “We do.”

“It’s great to meet you.  I feel like I already know you.  Chloe gushed for an hour this morning about how you met.”

“She was a knockout,” my father answered.  “Prettiest girl in all of New York.  Still is.”  He swatted her on the backside, causing her to yelp.

“Patrick!” she scolded.  “Not in front of the kids.”

“Later then,” he promised.  “Matt, what’s your poison?”

He looked at me.  “Um… beer?”

“I went down to the Bottleworks and got some of that new Oktoberfest.  You like it?”

“I can’t say that I know much about beer, actually.  Most of the time, I just drink domestic.  I drank porter for the first time last night.”

I pictured our kiss.  The way his tongue tasted of coffee when it touched mine.

“I’ve got some of that too, if you like,” my dad answered.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

When he walked away, Matt brushed his hand against mine, barely touching.

“You don’t need to hide that here, Matthew,” my mother said.  “We are keeping it all out in the open these days.  Right, Fin?”

I nodded.

“Baby,” she squealed suddenly.  “Play something.”

Matt looked over at me.  “On the piano?”

“Maybe later, Mom.”  I was embarrassed.  I’d played my whole life, a thousand times in front of my parents.  Somehow, in front of Matt, it was like being naked for the first time.  Stripped down.  Vulnerable.

“Please?” he pleaded.  “I’ve never seen you play.”

“Not even at school?” my mom asked.

“We teach at the same time.  I’ve never seen him.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat,” she gushed.  “Fin has been playing since he could walk.”

“Mom—”

“Oh, jeez, Fin.  Don’t be a whiny bunny.  Play something.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, slowly making my way to the Concert Grand in the corner.  I sat on the bench and cracked my knuckles.

“You know I hate it when you do that,” she chastised.

“I know,” I spat.  I looked up at Matt.  “What do you want me to play?”

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know.  What do you
like
to play?”

I started with a song I’d loved for years.  No one (I knew) actually ever recognized it, but it was beautiful and had the saddest sound.

Matt’s sky-tinted eyes locked on mine, glossy with unshed tears by the time I had finished the piece.  “What’s the matter?”

“Marz,” he whispered.

“Yeah.  You know it?”  I rose from the bench and moved to stand across from him.

He smiled and let out a nervous laugh.  “Yeah, I know it.  I love it.”  He paused for a moment and clasped my hands, repeating, “I love it.  You should move this piano into your apartment so I can hear it every day.”

Embarrassed, I looked down at our locked fingers.  “It wouldn’t fit.”

“Let’s get an upright,” he suggested.  “I can’t imagine a day where you didn’t play for me.”

I glanced over at my mom as she wiped her own tears away.  Quickly, she recovered, blasting us with a brilliant smile.

“Well, what did you think of the movie?” she asked.

“Gelato isn’t vegan?” he asked with a short laugh.

“It’s milk and eggs, bitch,” she returned.  “Isn’t that the best movie
ever
?”

Matt looked over at me as I nodded carefully.  “Yeah,” he whispered.  “Best movie ever.”

♂♂

“Here, lie back,” Matt whispered.  “Just relax, okay?”

We lay on my bed, stripped of our clothing.  Matt’s fingers traced over my chest carefully as goose pimples rose to the surface.  He lowered his lips to a nipple, laving over the tip with feather-light precision before moving his hand south, his thumb circling the head of my dick.  My stomach muscles clenched involuntarily, experiencing both nervousness and excitement.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees just a little bit.”  He smacked the top of my thigh as I bent my knee.  “I said
relax
, Fin.  You’re not gonna like it if you don’t unwind a little.”

I blew out a long breath.  “I’m relaxed.”

Matt laughed softly.  “You’re not, but whatever.  Think about that song you played me.”  He sat up.  “Better yet, let’s play it.  Plug in my phone.”

A few seconds later, Matt had pulled up a playlist and connected to my Bluetooth speaker.  John Grant’s
Marz
wafted into the bedroom air.

“Okay,” he said, breathing carefully, “I’m going to say this once.  Simmer the fuck down.  You’ll like it, I promise.”

I closed my eyes and waited, following his instructions.  His fingertips brushed over the base of my dick, carefully moving south.  A single digit caressed my perineum before grazing my opening.  He didn’t push in – it just kissed the surface, sending my thoughts flying.

“Okay… fuck,” I muttered.

“Shhh.  Stop squirming.”  Matt lifted the same finger to his lips and carefully placed it in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue.  His mouth opened playfully, letting out a chuckle as he licked it.  “You’ll like it.”  He kissed my lips softly, a wet invitation.  “Ready?”

I nodded as he moved his finger back between my legs.  He was careful and methodical, his eyes locked with mine the entire time.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered as he pushed in up to the knuckle.

“You need more lubricant?”

“I don’t know,” I responded.  “Maybe.  I don’t know how it’s supposed to feel.  I’ve only done this to myself once and it was a disaster.  I wore one of those finger cot things and used Vaseline… Jesus, it burned for like a week.”

Matt laughed and removed his finger, carefully lifting open the cap of lubricant before squirting a dollop onto his fingers.  He snapped the cap back closed with his mouth.  “Okay, let’s try this again.”

It was cold for a few seconds, but it felt… good.  Matt’s finger moved softly inside of my body, carefully focused on my pleasure.  “Can you take one more?” he asked.

I nodded.  “I think so.”  Another finger pushed in as I felt my dick suddenly twitch to life.  “Oh fuck!”

Matt smiled.  “See?  Told you.”

“Oh, God,” I murmured, craning my head into the pillow.

No words could describe the sensations happening inside of me.  My mouth opened into a string of expletives before Matt licked my neck, consequently shutting me up for a few seconds.

“Is it good, baby?” he asked, biting my upper lip.  His stiff cock brushed my hip as he continued to thrust his skilled fingers inside.

“Oh fuck… oh… I’m gonna come.  Oh, God…”

His fingers moved faster as his voice whispered in my ear.  “Come for me, Fin.”

My legs shook as my body emitted a half-gallon (well, nearly) of cum over my shuddering abs.  I gritted my teeth and let out another “fuck” that surely woke the neighbors.  His fingers slowed, carefully pumping the last of my feargasm onto my waiting belly and sheets.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.  “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

I panted softly, tracing his face with my fingers.  “I want you to.  Just not yet, okay?”

“I’ll wait for as long as you need… promise.”

“I won’t need long,” I responded, pulling him in for a deep kiss.  “Trust me.”

♂♂

Matt curled into my chest, letting out a yawn as the final movie in our marathon ran the credits.

“Hmm, that was funny,” he murmured, stretching his arms over the headboard.  “I can see why your mom is so crazy about that guy.”

I kissed his forehead and rested my hand on his cheek.  “Matt?”

“Hmm?”  His eyes closed as he brushed a kiss to my skin.

“It’s probably none of my business, but… have you had many boyfriends?”

“I told you, I’ve only been with two guys,” he mumbled.

“No, I know… but you just said you had
sex
with two guys.  Were they your boyfriends?”