Where You Least Expect It (21 page)

After one more kiss, Matt moved away and headed toward the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head. “Hurry up.”

Christian giggled again before searching for the remote, turning the TV off, and following Matt into the bedroom.

When Christian got to the bedroom, Matt was sprawled on the bed, one leg bent at the knee causing the fabric of his jeans to stretch over his groin. Matt’s hand rested on the top of his thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth.

Matt shifted slightly. “You okay?” His hand moved upward ever so slightly.

Christian shook his head. “You look hot.”

Matt stretched. “I do?” His hand moved to rub his balls through the thin denim.

“Oh. Yeah.” Christian just starred at him for a minute. “Yeah, you look hot.”

Matt grinned. “You think?” Christian watched as Matt cupped his balls, spreading his legs to give himself more room. Christian leaned back against the dresser.

“Matt.” Christian pressed his hand against his own growing erection, causing Matt to moan.

“Fuck.” Matt gasped and undid the button on his pants, slowly pulling his zipper down. Christian was still watching, seemingly mesmerized.

“Oh, God, Matt, please.”

“Please what?” Matt’s jeans were open, his cock pushing up through the opening and straining against his boxers. His hand was inches from his erection, fingers moving restlessly.

Matt watched as Christian pushed his hand harder against his own erection. “Touch yourself. Let me see.”

Matt’s moan surprised him. He shoved his pants and boxers down below his hips, baring himself. Matt wrapped one hand around his straining cock and fondled his balls with the other.

Christian moaned again as he watched Matt. Matt stared back at him, gaze shifting between Christian’s eyes and the hand rubbing against his erection. Christian leaned back against the dresser and opened his own pants, grabbing himself and stroking.

Matt started to move faster, rubbing his thumb over his cockhead and moaning again. “Close.”

“Oh, fuck. So fucking sexy.” Christian sped his strokes to match Matt’s. Matt rolled his balls and pushed against his perineum, finally losing it and shooting over his stomach. Christian came a second later.

Matt looked over at him and chuckled. “Come here before you fall over.”

Christian laughed and crossed the few steps to the bed, flopping down next to Matt. “That was hot.”

“Uh-huh. And now we’re all sticky.” Matt laughed.

“I’m too tired to shower.”

“Too lazy to shower.” Matt jumped out of the way of Christian’s half-hearted swat.

“Hey! I worked and studied all day!”

“I know, babe.” Matt leaned down and kissed Christian. “Get naked, now.”

“Matt.” The word sounded more like a moan.

“Sleep, Christian. It’s late.” Matt kissed him one more time before crawling under the covers.

Christian sighed dramatically. “I see how it’s going to be. I’m moving in and you’re losing interest already.”

Matt just laughed at him. “Yep. No more sex or snuggling and I’m going to start reading the paper at breakfast and ignoring you.”

Christian pulled the covers up and curled up on Matt’s chest. “Damn. I guess I need to make the most of this, then.”

Matt’s arms tightened around him. “Yep.”

***

When Matt got home from work Monday night, he could smell tomato sauce simmering. He dropped his coat on the couch and went to watch Christian bounce around the kitchen stirring the pots and pulling a loaf of bread from the oven. Christian smiled at Matt standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Hey, you. Ow.” Christian dropped the bread on the counter.

“Don’t burn yourself.” Matt crossed the room and kissed Christian’s fingertips. “You didn’t have to cook.” He leaned down and kissed Christian gently.

“I know.” Christian blushed. “I wanted to. It’s the first thing we made together, well, except for Thanksgiving, but that seemed like a lot more effort.”

“You’re a sap, and I think your noodles are going to boil over.”

“Crap.” Christian turned the stove down and grabbed the colander. “Go change, honey, it’s almost ready.”

Matt watched Christian fuss for another moment before going to change out of his work clothes. When he got back, Christian was placing serving bowls on the table. Christian smiled and walked into Matt’s embrace, arms wrapping around his neck and face tilting up for a kiss.

Matt happily obliged, pulling Christian close and kissing him thoroughly. “Mmm, spaghetti sauce and garlic. Yum.”

“Let’s eat so I can have my wicked way with you later.”

Matt grinned. “Wicked way, huh? What do you have in mind?”

Christian tilted his head and Matt could practically see the wheels turning. “Whatever you want, honey. I can think of lots of things.”

“Yeah? I can think of a couple of things we haven’t done yet.” Matt felt his face grow warm; he hated blushing, but damn, the things he was thinking about doing with Christian. He didn’t miss the heat that flared in Christian eyes.

“Oh.” The sound was soft. Christian kissed him and pulled away. “Come on, before it gets cold.”

They sat at the table and chatted about their day; Matt tried to ignore the feeling of anticipation. Matt moaned over the garlic bread and stole the last bite of spaghetti from Christian’s plate. Christian rolled his eyes and got up to look through a cabinet for storage containers. Matt stepped up behind him and pulled a couple of containers down.

“You cooked. I can clean this up.”

Christian leaned back against him. “It’ll be faster if we do it together.”

“True.” Matt leaned down and kissed him, fingers splayed across Christian’s stomach.

Christian covered Matt’s hand with his own. “Nice.”

He held Christian for another minute before moving away to start cleaning up their dinner. Christian loaded the empty plates and bowls into the dishwasher while Matt took care of storing the leftovers. He watched as Christian added soap and set the cycle.

Christian smiled over at him. “Hey.”

Matt reached out and tugged Christian up against him. “Hey.” Christian’s hands landed on his shoulders. Matt kissed him once before pulling away and leading Christian to the bedroom.

He stood by the bed and held Christian lightly, hands rubbing up and down Christian’s back. He felt Christian’s hands rest just above the curve of his ass. He leaned down and kissed Christian gently, starting with barely-there brushes of his lips against Christian’s and slowly increasing the pressure, letting the heat between them build. Christian responded eagerly, hands sliding down to cup Matt’s ass. Christian’s lips parted slightly, encouraging Matt’s tongue to slip in and taste.

Matt moaned as his tongue stroked through Christian’s mouth, tasting the wine they had with dinner and the sweet taste that was unique to Christian. He pulled Christian closer and deepened the kiss. Christian’s hands moved over his ass, moving lower to tease him through his jeans. Matt thrust his hips forward to rub against Christian. He pulled back and rested their foreheads together as he tried to catch his breath. His tugged Christian’s T-shirt up and off, missing the loss of Christian’s hands on his ass.

Christian didn’t hesitate in pulling Matt’s shirt off as well, running his hands across Matt’s pecs and shoulders. “Damn you’re hot, Matt.”

Matt flexed before kissing Christian’s shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

Christian shuddered. “Not too skinny?”

“Uh-uh,” Matt muttered against Christian’s skin. Christian tilted his head to give Matt more room, letting Matt trail kisses up Christian’s neck to suck on his earlobe. Christian let out a startled yelp when Matt nipped at him. Christian’s mouth found his again and the next was harder, more forceful. Matt’s hands moved along Christian’s spine, feeling muscles flex. Christian’s fingers dug into Matt’s muscles.

Matt moved a hand around Christian’s waist and rubbed Christian’s erection through his jeans. “I want you.”

Christian responded with a moan, cock jerking hard under Matt’s palm. “Matt. I — are you sure?” Christian looked up at him, eyes hot.

“I’m sure. I trust you. You always look so hot when I fuck you, I want to know what it feels like, Chris.”

Christian moaned again and kissed Matt, tongue wet and hot in Matt’s mouth. Christian’s hands grabbed Matt’s ass again, pulling Matt against him and grinding their cocks together just for a minute before undoing the button and zipper on Matt’s jeans.

Matt kept the kiss going while Christian opened his pants and slid them over his hips. “You, too,” he mumbled, undoing Christian’s pants and shoving them out of the way. He reached around and wrapped a hand around both of their pricks, the heat of them together making him ache.

“You’re making it hard to go slow.” Christian was practically panting.

Matt gave them another squeeze. “Well, something’s certainly hard.”

“Oh, fuck. Bed, honey.”

“Yeah.” Matt threw the blankets back and knelt on the bed, pulling Christian with him. He picked the kiss up where it had left off, letting their bodies rub together. Breaking the kiss, Matt lay back and stretched. Christian followed, lying half across Matt’s chest, one hand stroking through Matt’s hair and the other moving aimlessly over Matt’s chest. Christian kissed him, fingers finding a nipple and tweaking it, drawing a gasp from Matt. Christian kissed down Matt’s body, pausing to pay attention to both nipples, his navel, the spot just above Matt’s hip that made him writhe. He moaned as Christian bypassed his cock to focus on the crease where his thigh and pelvis met. Christian crawled back up and kissed Matt again while grabbing the lube and condoms from the nightstand.

“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

Matt brushed his thumb against Christian’s lower lip. “I will.”

Christian nipped Matt’s fingers and started kissing him again. Matt’s heart rate sped up when he heard the sound of the lube opening but he focused on their kiss, trusting Christian to take care of him. He could feel the wet trail of precome that Christian’s dick was leaving on his hip. He shifted, bending one knee, making the invitation obvious. Christian sucked on his bottom lip and Matt felt slick fingers touch the sensitive skin behind his balls. He spread further, wanting Christian’s touch. Christian’s fingers moved further back, circling his hole and making him whimper before one finger slowly stroked in and out. Matt started thrusting against Christian.

“More. Please.”

A soft moan escaped Christian as he added a second finger, waiting for Matt to adjust before beginning to stroke again, spreading Matt slowly.

Christian broke the kiss and sat up. “I want to watch.”

Matt rocked himself onto Christian’s fingers, shouting when Christian found his gland. “Oh, God, Christian.”

“So hot.” Matt could see Christian’s cock leaking, could feel his own cock throb in response.

“In me, Christian. Please.”

Christian stroked a few more times before pulling his fingers out and positioning himself between Matt’s legs. He reached for the condoms, eyes locked with Matt’s as he tore one off and rolled it on.

Matt picked the lube up and squirted some into his hand. “Let me.”

Matt reached out to slick Christian up. Christian closed his eyes momentarily as Matt stroked up and down his shaft.

Matt let go and spread himself wide. “Chris.”

“Oh, fuck, yes. God.” Matt watched as Christian started pushing forward. Christian was definitely wider than two fingers and the stretch burned for a minute as Matt’s muscles adjusted. Christian leaned forward to kiss Matt, arms braced on either side of Matt’s shoulders. Matt relaxed into the kiss, letting it distract him. He slowly started rocking against Christian.

Christian looked down at him. “So tight. Hot. Ready, honey?”

“Fuck yes. Do it.”

Christian groaned in answer and started thrusting. Matt let out a long groan and rocked his hips, meeting Christian thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before Christian’s speed increased and he started fucking Matt in earnest. Matt started babbling, encouraging Christian. He wrapped one hand around his own cock and stroked himself in time, moving between his fist and Christian’s prick.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Good.”

“Matt. It’s fucking good.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Close. Fuck me. Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Matt’s balls started tingling and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw his head back and shot, Christian’s cock hitting his gland and making it that much more intense.

“Matt!” Christian shouted and went still. Matt could feel Christian pulse inside him. His own dick gave one final twitch in response.

Matt wrapped his arms around Christian when he collapsed on Matt’s chest. Matt’s breathing slowly returned to normal and he nuzzled Christian’s spiky hair. “Hey. No falling asleep with the condom on.”

Christian rewarded him with a startled laugh. “Okay.”

He shifted up, kissing Matt before taking care of the condom and crawling back into Matt’s arms. They curled together, kissing slowly.

“You’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Christian asked.

“I’m good. You didn’t hurt me.” Matt kissed him and grinned. “I might even let you do it again.”

As Matt left work the first Friday in May, he was pleased that the weather was finally turning mild after a long and wet winter. Early spring could be almost as unpredictable as fall, but today was sunny and almost warm, trees beginning to put on new leaves and early flowers blooming.

Christian was waiting for him when Matt got out of work, sitting at one of the outside tables reading a textbook. Christian looked up as Matt got closer and smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hi. How was class?”

Christian rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how some of these people got this far.” Matt laughed as Christian started ranting about his less than stellar classmates as he shoved his books into his bag. Christian stood and hefted the bag over his shoulder. “Ready?”

“Yep.” Matt leaned down for a quick kiss. He still wasn’t completely comfortable being out, but he had a hard time not kissing his lover hello. Christian blinked at him and smiled.

“So what do you want to do for dinner?” Christian asked as they walked toward Matt’s truck.