Starfish and Coffee (12 page)

The attraction between them was almost too much. So fierce it was scary, but they’d already gone too far. The train had been careening wildly out of control since last night, and all either of them could do was hang on for the ride.

Too desperate for slow seduction, Alex finished with Matt’s shorts by unzipping them and then pushing them past his ass with shaking hands. He hadn’t even gotten them fully out of the way before he leaned down to swallow Matt’s hard dick when it bobbed free of its confines.

Matt’s hips jerked up as a shout of, “holy shit!” burst out of him at the first feel of Alex’s mouth.

His fingers tightened in Alex’s hair, no longer soft and gentle. It seemed more like a lifeline as Alex used his mouth and tongue, savoring the silky feel of Matt’s cock against his lips. Like the rest of him, Matt’s cock was thick, cut, and beautiful. Alex went down on it with near worship, feeling his own cock strain painfully against the confines of his jeans.

Matt fell flat on his back against the bed, still holding Alex to him. They hadn’t even stripped all of Matt’s clothes off. In Alex’s fantasies, he’d planned on getting Matt fully naked the first time he blew him, legs spread, with Alex’s finger pushing in his ass, making him desperate for more. The reality was messier, more carnal, with Matt’s shorts still tangled around his thighs, and Alex sucking him fast and sloppy, desperate to get him off just because he liked the way Matt sounded.

Those low moans of Matt’s were doing away with every ounce of Alex’s finesse. He felt every single one down to his core, and it made him harsher than usual. He cupped Matt’s balls because he enjoyed the way they felt in his hand. He took him so deep he gagged. It just made Matt’s cock slicker and his moans louder, which compelled Alex to do it again.

Christ, he sounds good.

Alex completely forgot Matt’s ass, and the reason for the blowjob to begin with. It was supposed to be a distraction while he loosened him up a little. Now it turned into Alex’s own deviant indulgence as Matt’s body grew tighter under the onslaught. His hips started pushing up faster. His fingers in Alex’s hair tightened almost painfully, and it was obvious he was about to come.

Alex knew it even before Matt rasped, “Lex.” His voice was a harsh whisper, as if even part of Alex’s name was hard to get out. He pushed his hips up once more, using his hold on Alex’s hair to force himself deeper in his mouth. “I’m gonna—”

Alex milked him with his hand before Matt could finish, sucking hard and fast, making Matt pitch beneath him. With a harsh shout, Matt started coming, his cock pulsing in Alex’s hand, warm spurts of Matt’s cum hitting the back of his throat.

He took all of it, enjoying the taste of sex on his tongue and the feel of having Matt quivering beneath him. Alex sucked him until long after he stopped coming. Then leisurely made his way back up Matt’s body, licking at his abs, his chest, and the curve of his neck until he was hovering over him. Both of their chests heaved as the hunger ricocheted between them.

Matt was the one who brought them together, by cupping Alex’s face with both hands and pulling him down until their lips met. Their tongues brushed, sharing Matt’s taste, and Alex thought it was amazing he didn’t lose it right there. He was so turned on he was practically shaking with the need to come.

Matt wrapped one strong arm around Alex’s waist, bringing their bodies tighter together. Then he used all that brute strength to switch positions. Alex ended up on his back, with Matt’s thick body crushing him into the mattress as they kissed, openmouthed and desperate.

Matt shoved and kicked at his shorts until they ended up somewhere on the foot of the bed, and Alex couldn’t help but grab his bare, tight ass. He pulled them closer together, needing to be in him so badly it felt like he was burning from the inside out.

Matt broke the kiss to attack Alex’s neck, whispering against his sensitive skin, “You want me to return the favor?”

He cupped Alex’s dick through his jeans, and Alex nearly came off the bed.

“Fuck, don’t!” He panted and grabbed Matt’s hair as a distraction. He tugged his mouth back, capturing his lips. Then he breathed into his mouth. “Will you let me—”

Alex paused, hating that it was happening like this. He wanted to seduce, not beg for it, but that’s exactly what he was doing. A pity fuck wasn’t how he planned it.

“Let you what?” Matt asked, his voice a low murmur as if afraid to ask what Alex couldn’t say out loud.

“Look, I know you’re straight and—”

Matt huffed. “I don’t think I’m
that
straight.”

Alex blinked, studying Matt’s amazingly light eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dimness of the room. He cupped Matt’s cheek rough with the first signs of stubble and then trailed his fingers up to Matt’s forehead to rub at the crease between Matt’s eyes that formed while he waited for Alex to find the right words.

“I need you,” Alex admitted with a sigh of defeat. “
All of you
. I know you’ve never done it before, but…”

Alex’s voice trailed off. He bit his lip and met Matt’s gaze.

God, please don’t make me spell it out.

More out of desperation than any sort of suave move to seal the deal, Alex pulled Matt’s lips back to his. He let Matt push his tongue into his mouth and then thrust his hips against the big linebacker in reaction, needing the connection.

Matt broke the kiss and was silent for several long heartbeats before he said in a low, choked voice, “Okay.”

Alex stared because he didn’t expect it to be that easy without hard-driving need to pave the way. Matt had just come. He should be shoving Alex away and getting to the freaking-out portion of experimenting with a guy, not offering up his ass for the taking.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Alex asked, even if he wanted to kick himself for it.

“No.” Matt let out a broken laugh. “So you probably ought to make your move before I change my mind and give you a different part of me than you’re asking for.”

Alex heard the threat. Matt wanted him too, as in
on top
of Alex, fucking him; something Alex never did. That was an issue, but he didn’t really pay attention to the warning of incompatibility.

He just made his move.

WHEN ALEX SURGED forward to grab Matt’s drink off the nightstand, Matt didn’t hesitate to down the last of the amber liquid when it was handed to him. He coughed as the two huge gulps he took burned down his throat.

It wasn’t three seconds after he set the empty glass back down that he found himself flat on his stomach. Alex really was agile and fast, a shortstop all the way. Matt closed his eyes, trying to imagine him in all his glory on the baseball field to make himself forget what he’d just agreed to.

But it was pretty hard not to notice Alex’s lips on the back of his neck or the feel of his long, hard body over him. His hand on Matt’s hip, the brush of jeans against Matt’s bare thighs. Despite his first orgasm, Matt was still hypersensitive to everything about Alex. Perhaps more so, because no blowjob from a girl had ever felt like that.

Matt folded his arms and rested his forehead on them as he took an erratic breath of defeat. Just once he needed to break out of the mold that had been designed for him before he was born. Even if he didn’t know who he really was, Alex was willing to help him find out, which was so freeing Matt was ready to give him
anything
in return.

Matt jerked in surprise when Alex grabbed one of his ass cheeks possessively. “I’m gonna make it good.” He breathed against the curve of his back. “You’re gonna like it. I promise.”

Matt grunted, not trusting his voice. He may be offering up his ass, but he wasn’t quite ready to confess how much it turned him on when Alex got bossy and possessive. His dick was already trying to come back to life as Alex touched and teased Matt’s body like it belonged to him. He was still clinging to that mold, even while he was doing his damnedest to escape it.

Don’t think.

He closed his eyes, deciding just to feel Alex’s body against his, to focus all his energy on that warm mouth as Alex moved down the base of his spine, licking at the crack of his ass. Matt fisted the sheets tightly when Alex ran one finger down the crease between his cheeks.

“Spread your legs,” Alex urged softly, but firmly, making it clear he wanted to be heard. “I want you to give it to me. Willingly. Prove to both of us you want it.”

His stomach clenched with nervousness, but his cock stiffened in desire. Matt found himself listening to his cock by spreading his legs, leaving no room for argument that he most definitely wanted this. The back of his neck burned, his face was on fire, and Matt felt like he would die from the embarrassment as Alex spread his cheeks farther apart. Then he did something that made Matt’s entire body jerk in shock.

“Don’t you dare move, Tarrington,” Alex snapped, making it obvious he knew Matt was about to get up. “You’re supposed to trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Matt was still stiff in defensiveness while being reminded uncomfortably of shy girls who didn’t want him to go down on them because it was too disgusting. How tiring was it to have to explain the whole thing when it was so much easier just to show them? Lying on this bed, spread open for Alex, the last thing in the world Matt wanted to feel like was a girl.

“Fuck,” he growled, thinking he hadn’t had near enough to drink. “Fine.”

Matt tried to relax and breathe past the nervousness as Alex licked him again, his hands spreading Matt’s cheeks wider to give him better access, leaving him feeling totally exposed. He forced himself to think past the inner monologue of,
what the fuck is he doing with my ass, and where the hell is he putting his tongue?

There were no lightning strikes of shocked pleasure as Alex licked at Matt’s hole and did things with his tongue that really were indecent. It was sort of a slow burn, a warming of bliss noticeable enough for some of the tension to ease.

Matt may have spread his legs wider after a few long minutes, craving more out of sheer necessity because it was making his dick hard whether he wanted it to or not. He sort of wanted to be jerking off, just a little, something to take the edge off the frustration. That’s really all this was doing, turning him on just enough to hurt.

It wasn’t until he found himself fucking the mattress, using the chafing from the sheets against his dick to give him some semblance of relief from the building pleasure, that Matt learned his first really important rule of gay sex—rimming was the biggest fucking tease in the history of the world.

It made him
want it
. With all those nerve endings alive and dancing under Alex’s tongue, Matt started needing something more aggressive than this slow seduction. He was hungry for something meaner than just the gentle push of Alex’s tongue in him. He wanted to be stretched and filled. To have something,
anything
, release the coil of need tightening in his stomach.

He was strung tight and spread wide, breathing heavily and gripping at the sheets to keep from rolling over and grabbing Alex. This whole dance made him feel almost violent, and Matt knew right then he was going to fuck Alex, maybe not tonight, but soon.

By the time Alex pushed a finger in him, Matt was too desperate to do anything more than push back against it. Alex smoothed a palm over Matt’s back, holding him in place as he explored him, curving his finger up as if searching for something.

That was when lightning struck.

The pleasure was white-hot. Matt gasped as it scorched up his back and spread into his limbs. “What the fuck?” he rasped when he managed to find his voice.

Alex responded by stroking that spot again, and Matt shouted the second time. It made him feel like he was about to come without giving his body permission to do it. He wasn’t sure if he hated it or loved it, but he certainly couldn’t bring himself to stop Alex from tormenting him with it.

“Imagine how good it’s gonna feel when it’s my dick.” Alex stroked him again, his breath warm against the base of Matt’s spine as he placed a kiss there. “You want it?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, all hesitation gone, because he didn’t just want it: he needed it.

“You sure?”

“Do it, Hunter.” Matt turned around to glare at Alex. Seeing the smug grin on Alex’s face, he snapped in warning, “Unless you’d rather me take my frustration out another way.”

Alex pulled away to grab his backpack on the floor next to the bed. The search for condoms and lube left Matt feeling cold, but Alex was fast. Not only did he grab his things, but he quickly unzipped and pulled down his jeans, revealing a long, hard cock.

Matt didn’t have the chance to fully decide if he wanted to see this through or pin Alex to the bed before Alex was back over him. Then the nerves were back, stronger than ever. There were some things that couldn’t be smoothed over by Alex’s easy charm. The sound of a foil package being torn open, the click of a lube cap, the unpleasant sound of the sticky fluid being squirted; it all served to dilute the fantasy a little.

Then Alex found Matt’s hole again, this time with slick fingers that made stretching him so much easier. Matt groaned, enjoying the burn more than he should. Something about it felt amazingly good—Alex’s fingers, first one, then two, thrusting into him, spreading to loosen him. It was far more satisfying than the rimming, but it still left him wanting more.

“Fuck, will you just do it?” He pushed back against Alex’s fingers as he reached up to grab the headboard, needing more leverage.

“Get on your knees a little.” Alex used his free hand to grab Matt’s waist, urging him up. When Matt followed his lead, getting up on his knees, Alex groaned. “Yeah, like that. Christ, you look good like this, all spread open and waiting for me with my fingers in your ass.”

“Hunter.” Matt huffed in warning.

“I’m gonna go slow.” Alex leaned over him, placing a kiss against his shoulder. “First time’s supposed to be soft and sweet, right?”

“Oh shit,” Matt moaned in complaint.