The Making of Matt (13 page)

This is safe.
Matt was promiscuous by his own admission, but I knew he got tested regularly. Any reservations I had were born from my own damaged memories of Corey and I forced them aside, knowing I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I lost this opportunity.

“Please, Alex,” Matt begged, pulling me out of my thoughts. His zipper was open and when I glanced down I noticed he’d taken the liberty of un-popping his button, too. He kept his firm gaze on my eyes as he took my hand and pushed it slowly into his underwear, my knuckles brushing the smooth taut skin of his cock. “Oh my God…”

The feel of him shuddering under my fingers erased any qualms I had. Just touching him wasn’t enough. I needed to stroke, squeeze, taste and suck him until my hands went numb and my mouth dry.

My lips pressed to his neck, I whispered against his flesh. “Lift your ass,” I instructed, grudgingly releasing his cock long enough for me to tuck my fingers into his waistband and tug. Yanking his jeans and underwear down his legs at the same time, Matt shimmied out of them, using his feet to kick them all the way off.

I was on the floor now, kneeling between Matt’s parted legs. Biting my lip, my heart racing, I stared at him, running my gaze repeatedly up and down his body. His skin was pale and flawless, darkening just slightly along the grooves of his softly sculpted abs. His body was firm, toned in all the right places, and as I ran my hand across his stomach I followed the trail of fine, light hair peppered over his chest before sliding down again and resting my palm just above his pubic bone.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, lowering my head and planting a chaste kiss on each of his thighs in turn.

Leisurely, I sprinkled kisses up to his balls, smiling proudly when his rigid cock brushed against my cheek and twitched in response. “How do you feel?” I asked, looking up at his face, my forehead creased with both nerves and curiosity.

“Like I might come the second you touch my dick,” he answered hoarsely, his fingers fisting the cushion beside him.

This is really happening.

I let my eyes travel slowly down his glorious body, settling on his cock. Moistening my lips, I admired his erection. It was so beautifully hard, his foreskin retracted slightly from the pressure and giving me a teasing peek of his glistening head.

Slow
, I told myself inwardly, not just because getting his dick sucked by another man was new for him, but because I wanted this moment to last forever.

I began by wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base of Matt’s cock before tracing one of his bulging veins from root to tip with my tongue. His entire body shuddered as if I’d just zapped him with a bolt of electricity, spurring me on. Keeping one hand on his stomach, I continued licking trails up and down his long shaft, his hips bucking in desperation every time I removed my touch.

I teased him until he squirmed and panted, dragging my hand along the V of his hips until it landed on his balls. I turned my attention to them, alternately rolling them between my fingers and then drawing tiny circles on them with my tongue. Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair, winding the curls tightly around his fingers as he urged my head higher. He was silently begging, his hungry cock pulsating against my forehead as I carried on tormenting his balls. I wondered if he was too nervous to say aloud what he wanted me to do to him. I toyed with the idea of making him wait, forcing him into such a desperate state he would have to plead with me to take him into my mouth.

But I didn’t have the strength. I was literally salivating, my tongue wet and eager to taste him. Matt tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he expelled a throaty moan. I took the opportunity to surprise him and in one swift movement, I locked my moist lips around his tip before pushing him all the way to the back of my throat.

“O-oh…holy
fuck
,” he whimpered, the words pounding into my ears and barreling straight to my aching dick.

I considered how hard
I
was for only a second. I didn’t care that this was a one-sided encounter. My dick would still be there the next time I showered and I planned to relive every second of this moment when I did. Right now, my only focus was on the stunning man trembling in front of me. The knowledge that I was bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each flick of my tongue, each pump of my fist, was more exhilarating than any orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Shit…
Alex…
”

Matt opened his legs wider and, mirroring my movements, his hips thrust him in and out of my tense lips. I relaxed my hand as he fucked my greedy mouth, his salty pre-cum varnishing my tongue. His speed increased as he pulled my hair until it was almost painful, and I knew he was nearly there.

“I-I’m…oh
fuck
I’m close,” he spluttered, the pleasure so intense his voice almost sounded as if he were in pain. “You better move.”

I ignored him, sliding one finger into the corner of my mouth and gathering some of the saliva that was dripping from his cock. I debated whether to go ahead with my next move for less than a second before ripping my finger from my mouth and running it around the puckered edge of his tight hole.

“O-oh-O…I…Jesus Christ that feels good.”

With my head bobbing up and down as Matt hammered my mouth with fast, harsh thrusts, it took all my effort not to gag on the thickness of him. I twisted my neck, fixing my gaze onto his face as I pushed the tip of my finger just barely into his ass. It was all he needed to send him tumbling into a violent orgasm. I couldn’t take my eyes off his as his face contorted in pleasure while his warm cum flooded my mouth. His ass contracted around my finger as I switched between sucking and swallowing until I’d milked every last drop from him.

As the trembles subsided, Matt sighed, his bewildered gaze boring into mine. “Alex,” he breathed, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he slipped his cock free from my lips.

I felt like a fucking king.

~Matt~

“
Alex
,” I breathed, sliding my dick out of his mouth. Grinning widely, he pulled his finger outta my ass, making me jump a little from the sensation. “Holy shit.”

I didn’t quite understand what had just happened. The term
blowjob
didn’t seem to do it justice. I’d received more than my fair share of them in the past, but none of them came close to what Alex had just done to me. It blew my mind.
He
blew my mind.

“You okay?” Alex asked, his voice timid like he was afraid of the answer. He crawled up onto the couch, settling next to me and laying one arm across my shoulders.

“Yeah. I really am,” I said, taking hold of his hand that was dangling just over my nipple. My skin was flushed and coated with sweat. I needed a shower, but I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet.

“You sound surprised,” Alex noted, half smiling.

“I kinda am. I mean, I’ve just let a guy suck my dick and… and I loved every second of it. It feels a little weird to know that just happened, yet…” I trailed off, confused that I
wasn’t
confused.

“Yet?”

“Yet I can’t wait to do it again.”

Laughing, Alex dropped his head, letting my favorite curl fall over his eye. “Me either.”

“Gotta say though, now it’s over I feel like a bit of a dick sitting here naked with my cock on parade while you’re fully clothed.”

Lifting his head and grinning, Alex reached out and ran the pads of his fingers over my stomach. “If it reassures you, you look hot as hell.”

“Course I do. I’m Matt freakin’ Carter.”

Alex blew a forced breath through closed lips. “This is just…” he broke off, shaking his head. “I mean you really
are
Matt Carter.
The
Matt Carter. Famous all over the world…and I’ve just sucked your dick.”

“And very well, too,” I said playfully, my entire body still reeling from the most intense blowjob of my life. I shifted to face him, smoothing over his lap with my palm. “Doesn’t seem fair though,” I added, my fingers inching closer to his jeans-clad cock. It was hard. I could see it bulging through the restrictive material. “I want to touch you, too.”

Christ, I really fucking did. The idea made me nervous because I wasn’t sure I’d know how to do it right. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d just made me but I didn’t know how. One thing’s for definite, I sure as shit wanted to give it a try.

“And you will,” Alex said, sighing as he clamped his hand down on top of mine, preventing me going any further. “Just not tonight. We’re going to do this right, and we’re going to do it as safely as we possibly can.”

I knew he was right and I agreed wholeheartedly, but that didn’t take the craving away.

“I’ll call my doctor in the morning. He’ll be here by lunch.”

“You can get an appointment that quickly?” Alex asked before tutting at himself. “Of course you can. You know it could still be a while though before…” Alex paused, his cheeks pinking. I found it oddly adorable. “Before we go any further.”

He sounded like an embarrassed teenager having the dreaded birds and the bees talk with a parent. I smiled inwardly, remembering
that
conversation with my mom. Thankfully, it didn’t last that long. By the time she got around to sitting me down and talking about how I might start developing certain ‘feelings’ soon, I’d already fucked four different girls.

“We’ll probably have to wait for the Truvada to build up in your system. I think it’s a good idea to talk through everything with someone else too. A professional. You know you’re going to need regular check ups and testing, right? And the pills might have side effects.”

“Alex,” I interrupted, shushing him by placing a finger over his lips. “You almost sound like you’re trying to talk me out of it.”

“I’m just trying to make you aware is all. It’s a big deal.”

“I know that, but if it means I get to be with you, it’s worth it.”

Alex yawned, attempting to disguise it by concealing his mouth with his forearm.

“Am I boring you?” I teased. It was almost four AM. I felt it, too. “Why don’t you go to bed,” I suggested. “I’ll take a quick shower and then join you.”

“What,
your
bed? You want us to sleep together?”

“Alex, you’ve just sucked my dick dry. I don’t think we need to worry about sleeping next to each other being awkward.”

He laughed. “No. Guess not. But, shit, this is going to take some getting used to.” He brought my hand to his lips, lightly grazing the back of my knuckles with a kiss. “Don’t take too long.”

I took a little while longer than necessary in the shower, replaying the last couple of hours in my head. It was official. I was in a relationship with another man. I felt like I should feel different somehow, maybe even
look
different, but apart from a slight flush to my skin everything was exactly the same.

It felt surreal when I finally climbed into bed, lying on my side to face Alex. Not just because he was a guy, but because of how content I felt. I’d woken up next to countless women before but never once remembered falling asleep with them. The fact anyone had slept in my bed was an unintentional side effect of having drunken sex before passing out the night before. When I looked at Alex, though, his sleepy eyes growing heavy as he smiled weakly at me, I couldn’t wait to remember falling asleep with him.

“How are you not tired?” Alex asked, interrupting my ogling. I’d always been able to appreciate a handsome guy and felt comfortable enough with myself to admit it, but never before had I found a man so damn beautiful I couldn’t look at him without wanting to eat his fucking face.

That’s how I felt about Alex. No matter how close our bodies were it never felt close enough.

“I am. I just don’t want to sleep yet.”

“Why not?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he settled his hand on my hip.

“Because I’m enjoying looking at you too much.” The words sounded bizarre as they left my lips, but they were the truth.

Alex smiled, laughing softly. “My face will still be here when we wake up.”

“Just close your eyes,” I whispered. “I’ll follow in a minute.”

“I’ve never seen this side of you before,” Alex said, his smile growing weaker as he fought the urge to sleep. “You’re being almost romantic. I kinda like it.”

“I’m just acting how I feel. No one’s ever made me feel this way before.”

Every blink of Alex’s eyes lasted a little longer until eventually they stopped opening altogether. Snuggling closer, I draped my arm over his waist and rested my forehead against his. “G’night, buddy,” I whispered, before closing my eyes and drifting into a heavy sleep with the proudest smile on my face.

The next morning, or rather the
same
morning, I left Alex in bed to sleep. He looked too cute to disturb even with the silvery line of drool dried onto his chin. I called my doctor before I’d even had my morning coffee and asked him to come over. He wasn’t available until late afternoon which would give me time to check on Ryder at the club. We were on a tight schedule as it stood and if we had any hope of being ready for re-launch night I couldn’t keep leaving Ryder to organize everything on his own. I hadn’t told him yet, but I planned to thank him for all the work he’d put in with one hell of a bonus in his paycheck.

“Mmm, can I smell coffee?” I turned toward the sound of Alex’s sleepy voice. Standing on the opposite side of the kitchen dressed only in his underwear, he stretched his arms above his head. He looked a whole new shade of gorgeous in the daylight and I found myself staring again.

“Matt?”

My name startled me and I blinked several times, forcing my eyes away from his semi-hard cock that was glaring at me through his snug shorts. “Huh?”

“Coffee?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I muttered, reluctantly dragging my gaze away from his body so I could pour him a cup.

He padded over to me, snaked his arms around my waist and dug his cock into my ass. Not literally of course, but it was enough to drive me fucking crazy. That’s when I decided I’d just throw a little more in Ryder’s paycheck and let him manage by himself again today.
One more day won’t kill him.

Abandoning the coffee, I turned in Alex’s arms. “You’ve wiped the drool away I see,” I noted, grinning as I ran my thumb over his chin. He opened his mouth to respond but I stopped him by slipping my tongue between his lips. His stubble scratched and tickled as our mouths locked together. I gripped the back of his neck, the ends of his hair covering the back of my hand while he grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me into him.

“Fuck the coffee,” he moaned into my mouth. “Come back to bed with me. Let me taste you again.”

Part of me felt it would be selfish to agree knowing Alex wouldn’t let me give him anything in return. But a bigger part of me, also known as my dick, propelled me to that fucking bedroom faster than a chicken running from Colonel Sanders.

**********

“I really should call Ry,” I mumbled, lazily running my fingers up and down Alex’s back. He raised his head off my chest, adjusting his body until he lay on his side propped up on one elbow, facing me.

“Are you going to tell him? About
us
I mean.”

The word
us
sounded so peculiar yet so satisfying at the same time. “Not yet,” I decided as the words left my mouth. It took me a moment to realize the look on Alex’s face as he concentrated on fiddling with a loose thread dangling from my pillow, was disappointment. “Wait,” I said. “I’m not asham-”

“It’s okay. I get it.”

“Alex I’m-”

“It’s a big thing. A
huge
thing. People might-”

“Are you gonna shut the fuck up and let me talk?” Half smiling, Alex pulled an imaginary zip closed across his lips. I shifted onto my side and wound my fingers around his. “I’m not ashamed, Alex. It’s not something I do and you should know that. To feel shame means to value other people’s opinions more than your own and I won’t give away that kind of power. I live for
me
, no one else. Anyone who matters won’t care who I’m dating and anyone who cares doesn’t matter. The only reason I didn’t want to tell anyone yet is because I want to enjoy you a little longer, just us, before we have to go back to real life. I’m only talkin’ a couple of days.”

“So…we’re dating?” Alex asked, a bemused smile tugging at his lips.

“I guess so. I don’t have any experience with relationships but I know this is more than just sex for me. I like being with you. Talking to you. Doing nothing with you. So if that’s dating then, yeah, we’re dating.”

Alex sighed as he ran the back of his thumb along my jaw. His smile was so wide, so beautiful, it made tiny wrinkles appear around the corners of his denim-blue eyes. “It also means you need to take me on an actual date,” he said, his voice playful as he pressed my nose like a button.

Shit.
I didn’t have a fucking clue about dating someone. Romance had never been my thing. I’d never needed or particularly wanted to treat anyone special before. My name alone had always been enough to get a woman into bed. But Alex was different. I
wanted
to make him feel important, to romance him.

I just didn’t know how.

“You don’t need to look quite so terrified.” Alex winked. “Maybe
I’ll
take
you
on a date instead. Show you how it’s done.”

“Hey, you want a date? I’ll give you a fucking date,” I protested, my own stubbornness getting the better of me.
Can’t be that difficult.
“We really need to help Ryder out at the club this week,” I began, both because it was true, and also because, being a dating virgin, I needed time to plan a special evening for him.

“I’m sorry I abandoned you,” Alex cut in, guilt forming creases on his forehead.

“No going back, Alex.” I cupped his cheek with one hand, staring straight into his eyes. “We can’t change the past couple of weeks, but we
can
decide what happens next.”

“So…what happens next? What do you see for us, Matt?”

“Firstly, although there’s no point dwelling on the fact you dropped me in deep shit trying to manage a business I’ve no experience with, you should know if you do it again I’ll sever your balls and soak the wound in vinegar…”

Alex winced. “Jesus. Hell hath no fury like a drummer scorned, huh.”

“Secondly,” I continued, ignoring his dramatics. “One week today. Seven PM. Be ready. I’m taking you on a date.” I had no idea where yet but I would figure it out, probably with a little help and inspiration from Sawyer.

Planning a date had never blipped on my radar before, but this was different. Alex was different. So many things had happened to change my life recently – losing the band, my mom, my friends growing up and settling down – but it’d been Alex who’d changed me as a person. He made me want to be a better man. He’d been my go-to guy for so long, supported me through everything and dealt with my copious amounts of bullshit. I needed him to know that I was there for him, too, that I could be the man he deserved. I wanted to be
his
go-to guy and I would spend the rest of my life proving myself to him if I had to.