"Fuck!" Matt exploded, thankfully not literally, and I sent a silent thank you to Adam for ensuring I wasn't totally ignorant when it counted. I alternated licking along the length of him with sucking at the tip, the musky male scent of him filling my lungs and intoxicating my mind, and when the pressure in my own groin became unbearable, I took myself in hand. "Oh, God, yeah … Oh, fuck," Matt kept repeating. I'd thought it was pretty damn good, receiving a blowjob. It had never occurred to me that giving one could be even better. And this was Matt I was sucking. To have him inside me like this-the intimacy of it was overwhelming. Next time, I thought hazily, maybe we could try sixty-nine, but right now I was way too close to even suggest it.
"Oh, God, Tim, I'm going to-Tim!" I resisted all Matt's efforts to pull away with an iron grip on his left bum cheek, and he jerked and spurted and filled my mouth with salty, viscous fluid.
I swallowed it all. The thought of his come inside me, becoming part of me, was so hot I couldn't hold back any longer. I came too, ecstasy tearing through me in an unstoppable tide. "God-Matt-" I gasped as pearly white streams shot up his legs, and then I all but collapsed, panting, against his hip. He held my head and stroked my hair as I came down from that high.
We were both a bit sticky when he finally helped me up so we could stumble into bed. I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table-thoughtful of Jay to be so well prepared-and we wiped ourselves down and lobbed the used tissues in the general direction of the bin. When we'd finally made it under the duvet, I clasped Matt in my arms and held him tight, plastering come-flavoured kisses on his lips and navigating his mouth lazily with my tongue.
As I negotiated his jagged tooth for the umpteenth time, I broke the kiss, feeling suddenly sick. "Did that bastard do that?"
"What?"
"Your tooth. Did Steve fucking Prick-tard break your tooth?"
"Oh-nah. Green Day album."
I stared. "Did someone dare you to try eating it?"
Matt grinned, and I was so busy feeling my heart melt at the sight I nearly missed his next words. "I had it in a carrier bag on my handlebars. Only it sort of swung into the spokes, and I went arse over tit and landed on my face on the ground."
I winced. "Ouch."
"Yeah, I got a right bollocking from Dad about it."
I stroked his hair. "Guess he did care about you, in his way."
We were silent a moment, just enjoying the closeness, and I was starting to drift off when Matt spoke again. "You know-what I said before, about why I left Steve?" Matt said, then hesitated.
"Go on," I encouraged him.
"Well, it was true-but it wasn't the only reason." I waited. "It was partly, well, seeing you with Adam. It just made me realise-well, if you could come out for him, then if I hadn't been with someone else, maybe I'd have been the one you'd have come out for. I mean, I didn't really think I would have been-but there'd have been a chance."
My mouth was dry, and my heart ached for him-for us both. "You were the one I came out for," I said hoarsely. He looked at me, startled. "If it hadn't been for you-seeing you in the shop every day-realising what I was missing out on by hiding-"
"That's just how I felt," Matt burst in. "Like, it was my fault I didn't have anything better, because I didn't have the guts to end it with Steve."
"We're a right bloody pair, aren't we?" I wrapped my arms around him so tightly anyone trying to separate us would have needed a crowbar and possibly high explosives. "We should get some sleep," I whispered. "It's been a long day."
And tomorrow, I'd find out just how far-reaching its effects would be.
Chapter Twenty
I woke up slowly, which was probably just as well. Wolverine appeared to have migrated in the night from the duvet to my chest, his fur tickling my nose. Startling him could easily have resulted in multiple lacerations. Except … wasn't that fur the wrong colour? I blinked, blearily. If that was Wolverine on my chest, then whose arm was around my waist?
My heart gave a leap as events washed back into my memory. It wasn't Wolverine; it was Matt, and he was finally mine. I blew gently on the curls tickling my nose, and Matt stirred, making a "Mmmmph" kind of noise. It was easily the most adorable thing I'd ever heard in my life. I shifted around until we were lying on our sides, chest to chest, with my arms holding him tight. Matt still wasn't more than half awake-at least, most of him wasn't. Part of him was very definitely bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
So to speak.
I kissed the top of his head, and he mumbled again and shifted until his lips met my neck. As we nuzzled, our cocks got busy saying good morning to each other, and Matt managed to get a hand down between us to help them along, obviously more awake than he'd appeared. He pumped us together in a sleepy rhythm that was far more effective than it ought to have been. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. "That's … God!" I gasped.