The Making of Matt (22 page)

“After I kissed you in the utility room I couldn’t make sense of it. I didn’t think I could be gay, bi, or whatever it is I am. So I did an experiment. I watched some gay porn.”

Clearly amused, he raised an eyebrow. “And how’d it go?”

“I failed miserably. Never come so hard in my life… until
you
got your hands on me.”

Alex laughed, tipping his head back and exposing his Adam’s apple. I wanted to kiss it, but he started talking. “I’m truly honored. Must’ve been so tough enduring such a grueling orgasm just for me.”

“You’re worth it,” I teased, kissing his nose. “I love you. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever know what that meant but I have no doubt that’s what I feel for you. The thought of losing you…it suffocates me.”

“You’re not going to lose me.”

“But I’m a jerk. Everyone says it and I know it’s true.”

“You’re
my
jerk, Matthew Carter, and you always will be.”

Burying my head in his neck, I inhaled the delicious scent of him. I’d never understood the saying about loving someone so much it hurts until now. It
did
hurt. My chest, my mind, my whole body, ached when I was with him. They throbbed with longing, desire, desperation to be closer to him, to be
part
of him.

“I’m ready, Alex. I need to feel you inside me.”

Taking me into a deep kiss, Alex rolled on top of me, chest to chest. Reaching between our bodies I molded my fingers around his rigid cock, smiling as a throaty moan escaped his lips. Swirling my hips, I ground my dick against his stomach, heat pooling in my groin.

As I continued to pump him with my fist a dose of doubt fluttered in my chest. “Dude, your dick has grown,” I muttered, anxiety forcing me to break our kiss. “There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”

Laughing softly, Alex rested his forearm against my cheek, combing through my hair with his fingers. “Firstly, don’t
ever
call me
dude
while I’m making love to you,” he said, grinning. “Secondly, I’m fairly certain my dick is the same size as it was yesterday. Third, and most importantly, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Sliding down my body, pecking tiny kisses across my torso, Alex hovered his mouth over my dick. “Let me suck you instead.”

His mouth latched onto my tip, dragging my foreskin down as he pushed me to the back of his throat.

“Oh, yeah…” I moaned, my hands pressed to either side of his head. “Fuck that’s good.”

Alex sucked and licked his way up and down my cock, occasionally grazing the tip with his teeth until my entire body felt like it was going to explode. He released me quickly, making me groan at the loss of his warm mouth, and then licked his way south, pushing my legs apart.

“I’m going to explore you down here,” he said, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “Show you how good it can feel.” He placed a kiss, so gentle I barely felt it, right over my ass hole. “Do you trust me?”

I didn’t even need to think about it. I trusted him implicitly. I felt safe with him. I
loved
him. “Yes,” I breathed.

Using the tip of his tongue, Alex drew a soft line from the crevice between my ass cheeks up to the seam of my balls, and then back down again. He used his hands to separate my cheeks, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable to him.

For a moment he stilled, holding his head between my legs and staring at my ass. “You’re so beautiful, Matt,” he whispered, the heat of his breath dancing on my flesh.

I moaned into the pillow when his warm tongue darted from his mouth and flicked against my hole. “Oh fuck yes,” I cried, my legs trembling when he dipped inside.

“You taste incredible,” he said, before diving back in.

I writhed on the mattress, my hips bucking in rhythm with his soft thrusts as he fucked me with his mouth. My ass relaxed a little more each time he entered me and when, without warning, he swapped his tongue for a finger it forced a rush of pre-cum from the tip of my cock.  Curling my fingers around my dick, I massaged the moisture that dribbled down my length into the skin.

“Fuck, Alex…” The words broke on my lips when he added a second finger, scissoring them inside me. “
Please
,” I begged, unsure of what I was even asking for.

Crawling onto his knees, Alex moved up the bed, aligning his face with mine while his skilled fingers continued to work in and out of my body.

“Please what?” he whispered, dotting kisses along my jaw.

“I need…oh
God
…I need
more
.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his lips touching mine.

“Yes.” I’d never been more sure of, more impatient for, anything in my life.

Driving his tongue into my mouth, he ripped his fingers from my ass, making me sag with disappointment. Never breaking our kiss, he reached out to the nightstand and blindly fumbled for the condoms and lube. Abandoning my lips, Alex kneeled in front of me. I watched with intrigue as he rolled a condom down his cock before drizzling it with a few squirts of lube.

A twinge of trepidation caused my erection to wane a little as he positioned himself between my legs. Silently, his palms on my shins, he guided my knees upwards, the tip of his cock teetering against my ass.

“You can stop me at any time,” he said, his tone reassuring as he placed a flattened hand on my stomach. Lowering his head a little, he gathered some saliva in his mouth and let it drip down onto my hole. It was the
hottest
thing I’d ever fucking seen. “Just say the word.”

I nodded weakly, biting my lip. My heart hammered in my chest, all traces of moisture evaporating from my mouth as I braced myself for what was about to happen. I didn’t know if I’d enjoy it, if it would hurt. I only knew that I wanted,
needed
, to find out.

“Are you ready?” Alex asked, stroking his cock.

I could only nod.

I sucked in a deep breath which got caught in my throat when he nudged himself inside. It stung as my body tried to reject him, but he pushed past the resistance, making my ass contract and suck him all the way in.

“Does that feel okay?”

Forcing a heavy breath out of pursed lips, I raised my hand. “Stop. Just gimme a second.”

He leaned forward, his cock twitching inside me, and traced my lips with his finger. “I’ll go as slow as you need.”

Raising my head, I pushed him back onto his knees so I could see what he was doing to my body. My dick began to swell at the sight of him entering me and I focused on the sensation in my ass.

“Move,” I said, the word a dull whimper.

He waited for a moment before slowly withdrawing and sliding back in again. “Oh God…” I murmured, surprised to find the burn had subsided. I hadn’t just adjusted to him, I
craved
him.

The ring of muscle relaxed around him as he stretched me a little more with each shallow thrust. My ass felt so full in the most exquisite of ways and every time he pushed back inside it sparked unfamiliar, yet fucking
amazing,
sensations in my dick.

“Go faster,” I said, my voice hoarse and pleading.

His speed increased just a little, but he delved even deeper, hitting a part of me I didn’t even know existed.

“You feel amazing,” he said, tipping his head back and exposing the strong, pulsating vein in his neck. “So tight around my cock.”

Reaching out, I ran the pads of my fingers along the contours of his abs, gliding effortlessly across the soft skin that was misted with a light sheen of sweat.

“Holy shit, Alex.
More
.” I gasped. “I need more of you.”

Hooking my knees over his forearms, he guided them over his shoulder, dragging my ass a little further down the bed. A demanding growl shot out of his throat and his tender plunges disappeared, replaced with fast, harsh pounds.

“Oh my…
fuck!
” I cried out, dropping my hands to the side and fisting the sheets beneath me. “Ah, yes. Just like that.”

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Alex panted, his dark blue eyes locking onto mine.

“Does that feel good?” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Do you like me fucking your ass?”

“Hell yes,” I groaned, breathless. “You feel…” My words fell away as he drove into me so hard I could barely breathe. “Feels so fucking good.”

My hand went for my cock but Alex batted it away, wrapping his own fingers around it, squeezing and relaxing as he jerked me off. The speed of his wrist matched that of his hips, causing such an intense rush of pleasure to rip through my body I feared it would destroy me.

“I can’t hold off much longer,” Alex said, his words muffled by heavy breaths.

“Then don’t,” I ground out. “Let go, Alex.”

His hand was a blur as it assaulted my cock. My shaft pulsated in his grip as a violent shiver swam down my spine. I arched my back, forcing myself deeper into his fist.

“I’m gonna come, Matt. Gonna come so fucking hard.”

Glowing heat slithered across his neck and he called my name over and over again with every thrust into my body. I knew the second he came. I
felt
it. He exhaled a long, sighing breath like he’d been holding it forever and his cock twitched deep in my hole.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my orgasm tearing through my aching balls and up into my cock. “Alex…” I breathed, the muscles in my jaw clenched. “Fuck, Alex. Oh,
fuuuuuck.
”

Inhaling sharply, my body shuddered as I shot my load all over his expert hand. He continued to stroke me, relaxing his firm grip and massaging my cum into my throbbing dick.

“You look beautiful when you come,” he said, collapsing on top of my heaving chest, our bodies still one.

“That was…” I trailed off, struggling to find a word that could do what I’d just experienced justice. “It was fucking incredible.”

Alex smiled against my chest, running the tip of his finger up and down my torso. “Have I fallen for a bottom?” he asked, his voice playful.

“Not exclusively. I like fucking you too much.”

“Good.” He grinned, looking up at me. “Because
I
like that, too.”

Craning his neck, Alex planted a light kiss on my lips, supporting his weight with one hand on the mattress and holding the base of his cock with the other. He pulled out of me slowly and it felt…
weird
.

“You okay?” he asked, removing the condom and tying a knot in the end of it.

“I feel…” I scanned my brain for the right word. “Kinda…
loose
.”

A small chuckle spilled from his mouth. “That’ll pass.”

“It’s a good thing you’re smaller than me. Don’t think I’d have a hope in hell of taking my own dick.”

Alex scoffed. “My dick is
not
smaller than yours,” he protested with a radiant smile.

“Sure it is,” I said, my gaze flipping between our cocks. Both limp, it was difficult to tell, but I’d prove it somehow.

“This doesn’t seem real,” Alex murmured, his hand pressed against my cheek. “I keep expecting to wake up.”

As much as I understood, even felt the same way, I didn’t want him to doubt my commitment to him. “You don’t still think I’m not serious about us?”

“No.” He sighed. “ I believe in you, Matt. Believe in
us
. It’s just sometimes, when I’m lying with you like this, I struggle to understand how I got so lucky. To fall in love is one thing, but to fall in love with your best friend…”

“Fuck, Alex. When you say things like that, when you tell me you love me, I feel like the most powerful man in the world.”

Smiling, he pressed his mouth to mine. “I love you,” he said, skimming my lips with his tongue. “I
love
you.”

The words I didn’t think I’d ever say to anyone felt bizarre as they travelled to my lips. Bizarre but true. Honest. Pure. Plucked from the deepest depths of my soul. “I love you, too.”

After cleaning ourselves up in the en-suite, we climbed, spent, back into bed, wriggling under the blankets. Alex lay on his back with one arm stretched out for my head. I nuzzled into his chest, relishing the rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath my ear, and squeezed his nipple, for no other reason than I liked the feel of them.

“G’night, buddy.”

~Alex~

One week later…

I
woke, startled, when I felt something cold tickling my dick. Thinking it was a spider I leapt off the bed, stubbing my toe on the nightstand.

“What the hell?” I yelled, hopping on my uninjured foot.

Matt lay on the bed with a measuring tape dangling from his fingers. “Get back into bed. I haven’t finished.”

“Finished what? Are you…are you
measuring
my dick?”

“I’m proving a point,” Matt said as I sat down on the mattress. Tucking my arms behind my head I swung my legs onto the bed and propped myself up on the headboard. “I’d have done it sooner,” he continued. “But I couldn’t find a ruler. Got this one from Ry.”

I watched the ridiculous scene happening in front of me with curiosity. Placing the end of the tape at the base of my rigid shaft, he unrolled it to the tip, smoothing out the creases with his finger.

“Well?” I asked, amused by the frustrated frown on his face.

“This tape is broken.”

“It’s tape. Unless you take a pair of scissors to, it can’t break.” I laughed as he discarded the tape on the floor. “So go on. How’d I measure up?”

“Seven inches,” he muttered under his breath.

“And you?”

Matt shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “I’m not hard right now. Probably an eight or something.”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t already measured yourself?”

“Fine,” he spat. “Six and three quarters. But Ryder’s British. Their inches are probably different to ours.”

An inch is an inch. Regardless, I’d still be bigger.
“Sure,” I agreed, my tone mocking. “That’ll be it.”

“Anyway get your ass outta bed, there’s lots to do before tonight.”

Tonight marked the official Kaleidoscope re-launch. The past few days, and nights, had been intense as we worked to get everything ready on time. All that remained for today was some last minute decorations and stocking the bar.

“I need to head home and grab my suit. I’ll meet you there.”

Matt nodded, leaned over and kissed my lips before jumping off the bed. “Sure. Pick up some breakfast and we’ll eat at the club.”

Left alone, I glanced down at my seven inch dick and laughed.
We win
.

***********

Lights flashed and shutters clicked outside as people started arriving. These photographers had been invited so I didn’t feel the same level of anger toward them as I did the ones who’d been camped outside Matt’s place since our intimate photos were leaked. Sawyer suggested Matt should release a statement confirming our relationship but he refused to see it as anyone else’s business.

I was unpacking a crate of beer in the basement when my phone chimed in my pocket. When I pulled it out, I smiled, seeing Matt’s name light up the screen. Just his name made my heart skip a beat, making me feel giddy. Swiping across, my eyes were met with an image of Matt’s hard dick peeking out through his suit. From what I could see in the background, he was in the club office and I wondered if he was there right now, above me, playing with his cock. The mere thought made my pants too tight.

He’d aligned it next to a stapler he held in one hand, stretching the tip of his foreskin out, to the point it looked almost painful, with the other.

What the hell is he doing?

Seconds later, another ping sounded, and the text pushed his photo further up the screen.

Matt: So I Googled it and an average stapler is 7 inches long. My dick is totally bigger than this stapler

I laughed, shook my head, and fell in love with him all over again.

Me: Tugging on your foreskin doesn’t count

Matt: Sure it does. It’s attached to my dick isn’t it?

Me: And what if it’s not an average stapler? What if that one’s only 6 inches?

Matt: It’s not. This is a heavy duty stapler. Probably even longer than average.

I considered agreeing purely to placate him. Clearly, he wasn’t prepared to let this go. My hunch was proven when another text arrived, followed by another photo.

Matt: See? It’s even longer than this pen

This time the stapler had disappeared, replaced with a ballpoint pen that was digging so firmly into the flesh surrounding his dick the skin had turned white. The index finger and thumb on his free hand were curled tightly around the base, squeezing as much blood as he could into the shaft. The only thing this exchange had achieved so far was turning me the hell on. I couldn’t care less how big his dick was, all I could think about was wrapping my lips around it.

But I had work to do, and there was only one way to shut him up.

Me: You’re right. That tape was broken. You win

His reply confused me. When I saw the photo loading I’d naturally assumed I was about to see another dick selfie, so why was I staring at a blurry image of Ryder stood in front of the desk with a hand over his face?

Me: Huh?

Matt: That’s Ry’s reaction. He kinda walked in on me measuring my cock against an envelope

I was confident that I felt more embarrassed than Matt would be right now.

Me: Put your dick away and get back to work

Damn I loved the immature, adorable asshole.

A little while later, Ryder and Mason approached the bar which I stood behind. After informing me that my boyfriend had issues, Ryder turned his attention to something else. “Have you seen who’s over there?” he asked, leaning over the bar so I could hear him over the music. He pointed discreetly over his shoulder. “It’s Morgan Charles! Morgan fucking Charles!” He bounced on his tiptoes like an overexcited teenage girl. “He’s like the
hottest
man on earth.”

“Wow,” Mason said. “Thanks.”

Ryder placed his hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Mase, I love you, but I’d drop you faster than a bag of shit on fire for Morgan fucking Charles. Did you see Night of the Storm? That guy is ripped.”

“He’s actually a gigantic asshole,” Matt said in Ryder’s ear, appearing from nowhere. “And he’s a slut. Tapping that ass would be like slinging a hotdog up Rodeo Drive.”

“That’s quite something, coming from you,” Mason joked.

Matt tossed him a death glare. “I’ll introduce you and you can see for yourself.”

“Oh my God I couldn’t,” Ryder spluttered. “No, wait. I could. Holy shit, yes, introduce me.”

Matt snickered. “Gimme a few minutes. I just need to talk to Alex about something first.”

“Sure. Yeah. Good. I need to plan what I’m going to say. Yeah. Okay.”

Laughing as he shook his head at Ryder, Matt joined me behind the bar, taking my hand. He tugged gently, pulling me toward the office.

“What do you need to talk about?” I asked, closing the door behind us.

Pushing me against the wall, he grabbed my face with his hands. “This…” His lips crashed into my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. His kiss was rough, animalistic.

Struggling to breathe, I angled my head to free my nose. “What’s this for?” I spoke into his mouth.

Resting his forehead on mine, his breath sweeping my face, he whispered, “Just needed to taste you. You look so damn hot in this suit.” He ran his finger under my black lapel. “I’ve been hard all night watching you behind the bar.”

“Oh yeah?” I slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants, grinning proudly as I took his dick between my fingers.

“Lock the door,” he ordered, his voice firm and demanding.

Reaching behind myself, I twisted the lock. Matt attacked my neck with his lips, his fingers insistent as they unfastened my pants and pushed them to my ankles. Too breathless to speak, I let him take the lead. He pushed me toward the desk, the pants around my feet causing me to stumble. I saved myself by reaching back and gripping the desk, knocking a tray of documents to the floor.

He popped open the buttons on my white shirt, kissing and licking the muscles hugging my chest before grabbing my waist and flipping me around until I bent over the desk.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, panting and desperate.

“Fuck I need you,” Matt said, leaning over my back to reach the drawer on the other side. He tweaked a Kaleidoscope branded safe sex pack, the same kind we stocked in the club bathrooms, and ripped open the condom and sachet of lube before positioning himself behind me.

“You ready for me, Alex?” he growled into my ear, his chest pressed against my back.

“Yes,” I breathed, my ass pulsating in anticipation. It’d been only hours since I last had him inside of me. Lately, I was permanently ready to take him.

He rocked straight into me with urgency and I gripped the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh…God,” I moaned as he fucked me, filled me, one harsh thrust after another.

“So fucking good,” Matt whispered, one hand gripping my shoulder and the other on the small of my back. “Jerk yourself off for me, Alex. This isn’t going to take long.”

The side of my face was flush with the wooden desk as I panted into the air. I flexed my fingers around my dick, already feeling the tingle of an impending orgasm.

“Harder, Matt,” I urged, my arm wedged between the desk and my body as I tugged fervently at my cock.

“Like this?” Matt snarled through gritted teeth, hammering into me so hard several pens and a calculator tumbled onto the floor with a clatter.

My ass clenched around his thick cock, trying to draw him impossibly deeper into my body. “Yeah. Just like…oh fuck I’m…fuck
yes
.” My balls tightened and my cock twitched as spurts of hot cum coated my fingers.

“I’m with you,” Matt said, the words strangled by his labored breaths. “Oh…
shit!
” he cried out, his body pushing vehemently against mine before he stilled completely.

“Thank you,” he whispered, resting his head on my back.

I turned my neck until I saw him in the corner of my eye. “Um…you’re welcome?”

“Not just for the sex. For
everything
. You’ve changed me, Alex.”

He pulled out of me slowly and my ass contracted, mourning the loss of him.

“I haven’t changed you,” I said, standing to face him. “You don’t need to change. I fell in love with you just the way you are.”

“Well I
feel
different,” he countered. “I feel content, like I don’t need to keep searching for the next thrill because I wake up to the best one of all every single day.”

“I’d kiss you,” I said, looking down at my hand. “But I need to clean myself up before it drips onto my pants.”

Careful to avoid staining his own clothes, Matt stepped to the side as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Get rid of this while you’re in there,” he said, nodding toward the private bathroom while handing me the used condom.

“Sexy,” I muttered, my tone sarcastic.

“Hey,” he said, bending to pull up his pants. “I’m famous. That jizz is probably worth a fortune. You should feel lucky to be carrying it in your hands.”

“I’m honored. Truly.” I pulled up my pants with one hand before making my way to the bathroom.

“Oh and pick up that crap from the floor.” He pointed to the documents scattered around the desk. “Looks like we’ve been robbed.”

“Let me get this straight.
You
bring me in here, fuck me, leave me, and expect
me
to clean everything up?”

“Pretty much.” He winked at me and it tickled something deep in my belly.

“Yes, master.”

When I reentered the club the crowd had increased significantly during my absence and I took a moment to admire the view, pride swelling in my chest. The beat of the music thudded in my ears as I glanced toward the dancers on stage, envying the way they twisted their bodies around the poles. It wasn’t so much dancing as a carefully crafted work of art.

Straightening my collar, I weaved through the sea of dancing bodies over to the bar. My gaze honed in on Matt as he mingled with people I’d only ever seen in magazines. Tonight was definitely one of those times where Matt’s celebrity status punched me in the face, winding me a little. When we were alone he was just Matt.
My
Matt. It was too easy to forget I was sharing him with the rest of the world.

“Now that’s the look of a girl in love.” Blinking myself back into the room, my eyes landed on Alan, or rather Miss Martina as he was tonight. Whatever he looked like, he was always just Alan to me. “Hey, sugar,” he added, leaning over the glitter-pink bar and air kissing each of my cheeks in turn.